Amazons and Hominians (Northmanen), 5-56 - illustrated
Author: Agua
THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL AND VIOLENT MATERIAL INCL. RAPE, CASTRATION AND TORTURE AND SHOULD ONLY BE READ BY ADULTS. IF BALL-BUSTING IS A MATTER OF OFFENCE, PLEASE DO NOT READ!
The story is about tough fights between female (Amazons) and male (Hominian / Northman) warriors. Even though the Hominians are later supported by other male tribes (Maghrabas, K’Mbeles, Vinda and Luangs), they can never completely overwhelm the Amazons who can profit from their tough fighting style.
What happened so far?:
First Episode:
In part 1, a Hominian (or: Northman as they called themselves) expedition corps into the Amazon forest was defeated by Amazon attacks. Only few men could return to Hominia and report what had happened. The Northman King equipped another army that could built a castle in the Amazon forest. Despite many losses, the Hominians could hold their line (part 2). In part 3, the enslaved Northman women revolutionized against the male dominance. Those female slaves - mainly responsible for production of uniforms and food - were able to overwhelm the Hominian wards and to break free. They joined the Amazon army and thanks to their sewing-skills, the Amazons established a uniform production of their own. After receiving valuable information on the Northman castles, the Amazons were even able to get 3 castles under their control that were Northman recruit training barracks before. Thus not only the men in these castles and their equipment, but even the surrounding fertile plains and ore mines had fallen into the hands of the Amazons so that the Northmanen run short with uniforms, food and metal for weapons (part 4). In part 5, the Hominians sought for male assistance against the mighty Amazons. The Maghrabas, another patriarchal tribe living in the hot desserts, were ready to help. The Maghraba forces sent southbound to the Amazon jungle arrived and supported the Hominian (also called: Northman) forces in this area successfully. The Maghraba army sent through the northern plains to help the Northman teen army, however, was attacked on its' march and lost already many fighters before arriving at the destination. Chapter 1-6 marked a turning point: For the first time, the Amazons had significant losses. A revolution of their slaves (mostly captured Hominians) opened a second frontline, and many barracks, prisons and manufactories for uniforms and weapons got under control of the revolting males and regular Northman battle units. Many Amazons were killed or captured during these fights. The Northmanen were even able to reconquer their castles, fields and ore-mines. Part 1-7 reports about further deadly encounters between Hominian and Amazon battle units. Even though the Amazons could hold their lines at first, the Amazon territory became smaller and smaller. In chapter 1-8, the Hominians entered the last Amazon heart-lands. Despite high losses, they advance more and more so that the Amazon Queen decided to leave Amazonia and to find support by the neighboring male tribe of K’Mbele homelands. In a fair fight, an Amazon team could overwhelm an K’Mbele crew. Therefore the K’Mbeles accepted the dominance of the Amazons in their country (chapter 1-9).
Second Episode:
Many years had passed since that day. Years that the Amazons had used to reinforce their strength, but the Northmanen had become lazy. They had their income from the tributary villages. But in the last time, the villagers had attacked both, Hominian and Amazon convoys and border patrols. Since these attacks there misinterpreted on both sides as attacks of the other nation, the war started again. With changing success, Amazons and Northmanen overwhelmed hostile scout troops and border garrisons (chapter 2-10 & 2-11). In Heveria Valley, the Amazons lost 400 experienced fighters at the attempt to attack Hominia (part 12) and later even the important border fortress Caraya Castle (part 13). Could the Amazons deal with this dramatic lost? By spreading a mysterious disease among the men, the Amazons thought to solve this problem once and forever. Though the Amazons could kill and enslave many Northmanen and capture their precious equipment, they didn't reach their main goal to get the Hominian fortresses under control (part 14). The Maghrabas, another patriarchal tribe, wanted to support the Hominians by sending 560 men by train to the frontline. But the Amazons were able to kill these men before they even had a chance to reach the K’Mbele homelands (chapter 2-15)! The Amazon Queen decided that it would be the best to kill all Maghraba warriors so that the Hominians would be cut off from any support, but this operation failed completely (2-16). Now, there was only a last chance: To get one or more Northman battle ships under control and to attack the Hominian ports. At least, three ships could be captured by the Amazons (2-17). Despite important successes (destruction of the port-fortress Gimseh), the captured canon-boats were not long under Amazon control. The Hominians were able to kill the Amazon fighters on board (2-18). Now it was their task to attack the home of the Amazons! At first, the Northmanen tried to attack the Amazon fortress Mihitya, without success, however (part 19). Also an attempt to attack Amazonia by means of tanks failed (2-20). The only solution was the support of the allied / enslaved K’Mbeles. A riot of the unfaithful K’Mbeles severely weakened the Amazon forces (2-21), so that finally K’Mbele homelands was under Hominian control (2-22). But Princess Daila was able to deliberate some hundred captured Amazons (2-23)! Not to be killed or enslaved, these Amazons had to retreat. The Hominians controlled practically all territories from the Maghraba savannah over the fertile Hominian plains to the Amazon jungle and the K’Mbele bush-lands. The only way that was still open, was the north-west-bound trail through the hostile dessert (2-24).
Third Episode:
120 years later: The Northmanen were lulled by the many years of peace and had lost their fighting skills, while the Amazons had joined the Shaolines, a matriarch tribe on the other side of the dessert. An Hominian expedition corps to Shaolinia was overwhelmed by the female alliance (3-25). In chapter 3-26, the Amazon + Shaoline coalition took over the province of K’Mbele homelands: All men left without fight after being convinced by the female superiority. But the Amazons + Shaolines were not satisfied to have K’Mbele homelands under their reign and prepared the next crusade (3-27)! The raid against the Maghraba homelands was a total success: The land was under female reign, weapons, arms and men were captured (3-28)! The fights in Hominia were ongoing (3-29), and it was not clear who would win. Meanwhile, a riot of the enslaved men in the Shaoline homelands had changed the situation in favour of the male coalition (3-30). For the male coalition, the time to destroy the female reign had come! However, the first attacks of Maghraba and K’Mbele troops against K’Mbele homelands failed completely (3-31). Chapter 3-32 marked a turning point, since the male coalition (especially supported by the Luang army) rushed like a storm over K’Mbele homelands. The Amazon attacks in Hominia (3-33) could only postpone the triumph of the men but not stop it (3-34)!
Fourth Episode:
After 5 years of slavery, the women started a successful upraise in Mijivaya Fortress (4-35). Despite massive attacks of the Allied Male Army, the women could defend the upraise and even extend the territory under their control (4-36 and 4-37). In chapter 4-38, the Amazons had once more overwhelmed a male recruit training center, but on their way back, the Amazons were defeated and their captivates were freed. After having more and more success in Hominia, Amazonia and the Maghraba homelands, the Amazons tried to spread the upraise even to Shaolinia, where the Luang men were still in control of their female slaves (4-39). In Charpter 4-41, the Allied Male Armies were able to overwhelm 1000 Amazon warriors. A female upraise in Mbuji Castle could be brought under control after some weeks, but at which price! -- More than 300 men lost their lives at the conquest (41). Internal battles weakened the Amazon army (42) until a new Queen was crowned. The Allied Male Armies looked for new allied troops and bought and trained 5000 Vinda men as slaves from a foreign country (4-43). But also the Amazons recruited new girl-warriors (4-44). In chapter 4-45, revolting female slaves could bring Deanburgh castle under their control and kill Prince Dirk. An invasion of the Allied Male Armies was stopped by an Amazon Ambush in Kafkaf-Valley (4-46 + 4-47) and further losses (4-48).
Fifth Episode
Even though the land and humans were exhausted from the permanent war, new fights awoke between women and men, in the beginning with a slight advantage for the Amazons (5-49 ... 5-52), but later with more changing successes. In part 5-53, the men could take revenge for their losses, but the Amazons struck back and captured 2 Hominian merchant ships full with slaves. The loss Minjiha castle with more than 2000 male slaves, ore mines and forges was a shock to the Amazon HQ (5-54). On the other hand, the Amazons could win the fight for Castle Wachtenburg (5-55).
The situation in Shaolinia was very different from the other provinces: In Shaolinia, Luang men and Shaoline women had found and agreement and lived in peace. Basically men and women had the same rights and worked together on fields, mines and factories, however the women were often, but not always, ruling in the army: Most officers and troop leaders were female, and in times of peace, men were not allowed to wear groin-guards – only women to ensure the female superiority in a fight! Both sexes had the same jeans uniforms and officially also the same unisex cotton briefs as underwear. However in practice many girls wore tight stretch silk panties (that they bought from Amazons), while many Luang men preferred Hominian briefs or spandex retropants. While it was for all soldiers strictly forbidden to rape civilians, it was legal to rape comrades. The always horny young men often tried to rape their female mates, but due to the lacking groin protection and the great combat skills of the girls, the boys often ended up with a testicular trauma or a gonad inflammation.
The 19-year-old recruit boys Kim and Shinji, for instance, tried to attack the 22-year-old Yokata, a regular soldier by rank. Yokata was a wild girl, and she would rather rape a man herself than letting him rape her! Shinji grabbed the girl from behind in a failed bear hug – failed, because he had only caught her left arm next to her body, while her right arm was still free. Shinji was careful enough to keep his unprotected abdomen away from her left hand. At the same time, Kim rushed careless from front against the girl – a straight kick of Yokata’s free legs against his bulging package sent him howling to ground. Since Kim was switched off for a while, it was time to care about the boy behind her: Yokata used her free right arm for a backhand strike against Shinji’s nose and eyes. The boy screamed in pain and released his hold on Yokata to protect his face from further strikes. The female tomboy immediately reached for Shinji’s defenseless balls and squeezed them hard in order to provoke a testicular trauma. Within seconds, all fight was gone out of Shinji, and with a high-pitched sigh, the male recruit slipped to ground. Thanks the army laws that the men had no cups!
Yokata went over to Kim who was still on the ground but already struggling to get up again. Shinji used Yokata’s inattention to run – or better stumble – away, still holding his sore balls. As Yokata bent over Kim, the boy raised his arms in defense thus exposing his balls that he had cupped with his hands before. Yokata stepped in between Kim’s slightly spread legs and dropped to her knees. Crunch! Her knees smashed Kim’s already aching balls again! The boy howled and convulsed in pain. Yokata was over the helpless recruit boy, she easily brought his arms under control and used her knee to grind Kim’s masculinity somewhat more. She even taunted her victim: “I hope you enjoy the rape as much as I do!” When she felt that Kim had enough, she sat beside him and with obvious routine, opened and stripped down his jeans. According to his rank as recruit, he wore underneath some regular white cotton briefs (tighty-whities). The last change must be at least a week ago, because even the outside of the white cotton cloth showed intensive yellow cock-stains and a strong male smell was scented. Yokata instructed the boy: “You should not fail too often in trying rapes. As all recruits, you have two pairs of jeans and 3 pairs of briefs for weekly change. I’ll take your uniform now, so that you probably have 1 jeans and 2 briefs left, unless you have lost some clothes earlier or captured something!” Then, Yokata took his briefs and sniffed at the inside to scent her prey. She complimented her victim: “Hmm, you are more male and mature than I thought. Maybe I should get more familiar with you tool?!” Kim was lucky to hear this and his cock replied immediately as Yokata touched it.
But Yokata’s intention was not to pleasure Kim, but he should pleasure her. Therefore, she roughly grabbed his balls and tucked him to a big fallen tree. She forced him face down over the stem and fixed his hands to a branch by means of her handcuffs. Then, she stepped in front of the subdued young man and provoked him: “So, boy, you wanted to rape me?! What do you like about my body – my tits? (She undressed her shirt followed by her sports-bra with protective cups. Kim stared at her and gulped in surprise.) Or rather my treasure box? (She reached for the visible bulge of a male cup in her jeans and moved the cup invitingly around. Kim’s cock begun to grow.) I guess you’d like to see it?! (Yokata opened and stripped her jeans. Underneath, she wore shiny silver stretch panties of Amazon production with a male cup. She undid her panties as well and held the cloth with her most intimate stains and smells in front of Kim’s nose.) Do you like worn panties of active girl-fighters?! (Kim’s cock was now fully erected.) I guess, you do! What about my treasure box, I guess you’d like to slip your cock into it?! (Saying this, she spread her legs fully exposing her labia and her cunt entrance. Kim’s cock released the first droplets of precum of joy.) But I’d rather like to take your treasure box. I hope your cunt is willing, and we both will enjoy the rape!” Kim gulped in surprise and just spluttered: “What, what, what do you mean by ‘cunt’?! Men don't have a cunt!” Instead of an answer, Yokata took her boomerang-shaped double-dildo and slipped the female part into her expecting lips. The other part stood from her abdomen like an erected cock. In shock, Kim understood what she would do with him and what she meant by his ‘treasure box’ or ‘cunt’.
Yokata was in full control of her prey and enjoyed every minute. She went to Kim’s face so that her faked cock stood in front of his mouth and nose. “Do you want to suck this cock? It’ll be the only lubrication you get!” Kim opened his mouth and tried to insalivate the wooden dildo as much as possible. Yokata grinned in triumph: “Nice boy, I knew what you are a cock-sucker. It’s a pity that your mate ran away. I would have forced you to suck his cock. I guess you are a great flute player. And now, I’ll prove you that you are also a submissive bitch, a real bottom.” She stepped behind the boy who was completely bent over the tree and kicked his legs apart to expose his ‘cunt’ completely. It was not her first time to rape a man, and with routine, she spread Kim’s butt cheeks and shoved the dildo into her victim. Kim’s pain filled howling just increased Yokata’s joy and efforts to screw him. Due to the double-dildo construction, each movement, each clenching of Kim’s ass was transferred to her cunt and gave her nice feelings. Yokata started slowly to shove in and out like a virtuoso would play on a violin, but got more and more in the mood and screwed the boy more and more violently. In this rape, the gorgeous girl Yokata clearly had the roll of the man, while Kim’s squeals sounded very much like a girl. Yokata had turned him into her submissive bitch and only his cock standing full-mast still reminded on that he was the man. Yokata put Kim’s captured briefs over his cock for that those would collect Kim’s precum and later his boy-cream. In her ecstasy, she drummed the rhythm of her female sexuality deeper and deeper into Kim’s pussy, intensively stimulating his G-spot. Both warriors came simultaneously, the shaft of Yokata’s dildo glistened with her juices, and Kim’s combat briefs soaked his milk.
Yokata drew her spear out of Kim’s emasculated ass. She took his marked briefs and stepped in front of Kim’s face. The boy lay exhausted in a post-coital fatigue. Yokata forced him to lick her dildo clean off his own ass juice. Then, she tugged the dildo off her vag and offered this side to Kim. The subdued boy didn't resist but tongue-cleaned the female part of the double-dildo from Yokata’s juices! In triumph, Yokata put on her shiny silver combat panties – thoroughly marking the inner lining between the legs with her juices. Fully dressed she took Kim’s captured briefs and jeans and took her leave: “OK, boy. The rape was fun! Just come and attack me again, if you cunt needs some real thrust. It’s a pity that your mate is gone. I guess he also really needs to be screwed. Ah, and thanks for letting me your briefs and jeans as souvenir. It’s not my correct rank, but I guess I can exchange them, especially since your briefs are nicely marked. I’ll let you here to have a rest. I’m sure, your comrade will come to free you – or to rape you again?! At least your box is still nicely exposed, maybe other boys coming by want to use it. Have a nice day!”
But not only the Luang men tried to rape their female comrades. Often the women – feeling superior and sometimes very horny – attacked the men to ride them for sexual pleasure. To stimulate their cocks, the packages of the overwhelmed men were either bond so that the hindered blood circulation did the necessary, or the strong female smell between a girl’s legs or simply of her worn combat-panties did the job. This way, both genders enjoyed their service in the army and stood ready to defend their country.
The other male tribes – Hominians, Maghrabas and K’Mbeles – had no clue about these latest developments in Shaolinia, and since the Allied Male Armies urgently needed support, a delegation was sent to Shaolinia to urge the Luang army to fulfil their alliance obligations. The delegation consisted of approximately 10 horsemen of each tribe, mostly sergeants by rank under command of a lieutenant or captain. Much to the surprise of the Shaoline city guard, the male delegation arrived at the capital Rangang without being stopped or escorted by Shaoline equestriennes. But also the men were surprised that they were immediately encircled by mainly female soldiers. Even though there were some men among the guards, they didn't seem friendly. The male delegation consisted of experienced fighters who recognized at the first glance that the men had very natural bulges in their tight-fitting jeans – a clear sign of lacking protection, while the prominent bulges on the female crotches resulted from male cups. Now it was clear who wears the (combat) breeches in Shaolinia!
The men explained that they were here to see the governor of Shaolinia, and they were lead inside the palace. In Shaolinia, the governor changed every year from man to women, and this year a woman was the chief magistrate. It was clear that the request for troops to support the male armies was denied. And even worse: Though the governor assured free passage back to the border, but she ordered the men to hand over their weapons and uniforms including their combat underwear so that they would have to ride back nakedly. The men refused and proposed that each man could fight for his clothing with a Shaoline guard – woman or man – in an unarmed fight. The governor agreed and ordered her guards to finish, strip and rape these insolent men:
The blond Hominian sergeant Jörn was attacked by Kimshung, a gorgeous Shaoline girl (corporal by rank). Both fighters wore cups so that this vital point was protected. However the girl just wore a normal bra without protective cups so that her small but firm tits were an alluring target. Jörn was dominating the fight right from the start. He even ripped off his opponent's bra, and started pummeling her breasts. This seemed to be effective: Jörn could force Kimshung on her back with her legs apart, while he lay in between them. The metal cups of both fighters pounded. Jörn was in a dominant position; it looked as if he would screw the girl and everybody in the audience thought he would win. Since he couldn't completely control Kimshung’s arms were still free, Jörn kept her abdomen so close to his that she couldn't reach for his tender package. Instead, Kimshung reached for his ass: Her hand slipped inside his jeans and retropants. Her outer fingers remained on his cheeks, while her middle finger caressed his crack, especially his anus. She even slid her finger into his willing hole and begun to finger-fuck him. Jörn thought by himself that this was not a dangerous attack and that he had probably overestimated the fighting skills of this girl, when she kissed him intensively. Jörn’s cock was swelling from the double-stimulation on his tongue and his orifice – painfully limited by his cup! Obviously this girl was giving in and allowed him to dominate and screw her. To get relief for his compressed cock, he didn't resists when Kimshung’s other hand slipped between their bodies into his jeans from front. She quickly found and cupped his balls. She felt how his ass-pussy tightened in shock and pain around her middle finger when Jörn realised that this Shaoline girl had him under control! The punishment his balls received for mauling and exposing her breasts was a mixture of pain and pleasure: After squeezing them and making him beg for mercy, she ground his eggs in a painful but stimulating way while still finger-fucking his cunt. She didn't stop until this caused him to pump his load into his retropants, at which point he fell unconscious, presumably from pain. Kimshung stripped her victim and proudly waved with his thoroughly stained combat pants as sign of victory. Jörn soon came back to consciousness and was forced to admit was this girl had defeated him.
Hyuna, a gorgeous Shaoline Corporalette, jumped into the fight against Akono, a muscular black K’Mbele (and Private by rank). Even though Hyuna wore a male cup in her tight fitting jeans and panties – like her opponent, it was clear that only one of these cups contained highly sensitive gonads, and Hyuna was willing to use this advantage and to crack Akono’s nuts! Her muscular black opponent was definitely stronger and his strikes backed by male force! Akono’s first punches targeted the girl’s tits and cunt – both tender targets, however, were guarded by protective cups, so that the punches didn’t show much effect. But Hyuna buckled in pain when Akono’s fist crashed into her unprotected abdomen, striking her stomach and ovaries. It was clear that she had to finish his punches or she would soon lose the fight.
“Hayeee! Hayeee! Hayeee!” The skilled karate girl sent powerful strikes against the man’s sternum, kidneys and chin. Akono was paralysed from the pain and stumbled backward against a wall. Hyuna didn’t give him time to recover but reached for the waistband of his jeans and underneath into his yellow combat-briefs (according to his rank). The Shaoline girl dived her hand deep into his armoured briefs, passed his cock and finally closed her fist around Akono’s balls. Her big grin confirmed that she felt very comfortable inside his intimate gear. Akono’s eyes seemed to pop out of their caves when Hyuna squeezed his balls, but she didn’t feel satisfied just squeezing his balls, but viciously also twisted his sack and yanked it upward! To the audience it was clear that the girl was eager not just to hurt and humiliate, but to kill her prey by cracking his eggs!
Akono howled now in a strange way, all fight was gone off this magnificent male warrior. The jiggling of his cup-bulge showed clearly, how intensively Hyuna was working on her prey! “Hayeee!” With the power that is only learned in years of karate training, the girl yanked her hand out off Akonos jeans – his ripped off ball-sack still in her fist. With an evil grin, the Shaoline showed the captured man-meat to the audience and her victim! Akono’s eyes were widened in shock; his hands flew to his now empty cup and clasped the useless protector! No doubt: He was finished – emasculated and killed by a Shaoline Corporalette! With swimming senses, he dropped to his knees and fell face down on the floor. Game over! The victorious girl used her foot to roll the killed black fighting machine on his back and placed her foot on his empty cup-bulge raising her hand with his man-meat in victory!
Phuc – a 22-year-old Luang man and only regular soldier by rank – wanted to impress his girlfriend and his mates by attacking a muscular K’Mbele Sergeant. He even mocked that he would easily defeat his 30-year-old opponent and then strip him to have his jeans and smelly briefs as prey. Trusting in his Karate skills, Phuc thought to finish his opponent Mbogo by some precise kicks. The problem, however, was not just that Mbogo was by far more muscular and more experienced due to his higher age and rank, but especially that unlike Phuc, Mbogo wore his tender organs well-protected in his jeans. Underestimating Mbogo’s fighting skills, Phuc rushed against him delivering some powerful high-kicks against his chest. But Mbogo’s hardened chest and stomach muscles easily absorbed these kicks. Mbogo was even able to grab the kicking leg of the Luang boy so that he hung spread-eagled. The black hunk swung his arm around the shoulder of the smaller boy and his clinched fist impacted hard on Phuc’s soft eggs. Phuc hacked a cough as a wave of pain and nausea rose up from between his legs. He was shocked that another man attacked his masculinity! Of course, he knew such attacks from his female mates, but had not thought to protect his balls in a fight against a man. All he wanted was to slump down to the ground, his legs could not hold him up, but the K’Mbele held him in place for what seemed like an eternity and sent another strike against Phuc’s lust-center. Then, the black man released him. Phuc fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes. His hands cupped his precious little balls, but nothing seemed to stop the waves of pain. But Mbogo was not finished with him yet: He went down to his victim, forced his arms away and his legs apart so that he had full access. Phuc’s virility bulged only slightly in the washed-out and tight-fitting jeans. But size was not important to inflict pain! Mbogo swung his fist down and thumped Phuc square in the triple-bulge between his legs. Phuc literally squealed. Even though Mbogo had hit only one of his nuggets precisely, the waves of nausea were overwhelming. All fight was gone of him. Mbogo saw that Phuc was finished: “You wanted to strip me to impress your girl. Now we’ll see what you have to offer underneath your uniform!” Off went Phuc’s jeans and off went his grey cotton briefs. Mbogo commented that Phuc had a nice and tight bum and an alluring cunt. In fact Phuc was very slim and hairless and his ass was firm like an apple. The black hunk forced the boy on his back with his legs tucked up, so that his ass was completely exposed. Phuc’s girlfriend considered intervening, but thinking about Phuc’s macho behavior at home, she just grinned and decided to enjoy the scene. Mbogo opened his jeans and stripped down his green combat briefs with the deep cup. His cock was already semi-hard from the domination over the boy and got rock hard as it touched Phuc’s ass-crack (his “cunt-lips” as Mbogo commented). Shrieks of pain and pleasure were heard as Mbogo’s XXL-cock entered and screwed Phuc’s virgin “tunnel of love”. The pain was more and more replaced by lust – as Phuc’s growing cock proved – especially since Phuc produced enough ass-juice for lubrication. It didn't take long until Mbogo pumped his masculine cream into Phuc’s subdued box, proving that he is the man and marked his territory. Then Mbogo stood up and put his briefs + jeans up again, his still drooling cock marked intensively the inner lining of his egg-cup. Somewhat later also Phuc stood up, his face red with humiliation in front of his girlfriend and mates. As agreed by the governor, victorious Mbogo had taken Phuc’s clothes so that Phuc hobbled naked back to his mates – his balls and asshole still aching from the fight. But his semi-boner proved that he had partly enjoyed the intensive stimulation of his “G-spot” – Mbogo’s cream still drooled from Phuc’s cunt. Some more screwing from his black master and he would have ejaculated as well.
Even though he had seen the lost fight of his mate Phuc, now Kwong – a 21-year-old Luang boy and regular soldier by rank – was keen on impressing his girlfriend and mates. He wanted to prove that he was the man to overwhelm, strip and screw a Maghraba hunk. He was eager to fight against Mahmud – a handsome Maghraba corporal, but Kwong knew that he had no chance without proper protection for his ball-sack. Therefore he asked his girlfriend for help. She was also regular soldier and as for all Shaoline girls, her treasure box was protected by a male egg-cup. (While it was forbidden for Shaoline men to wear cups in peace, this was now a combat situation.) His girlfriend accepted, but Kwong blushed in shame as he heard her words in front of his mates: “You can have my cup, even though I don't understand how your tiny dingdong could be hit or hurt at all! By the way, you need something to fix the cup. As far as I know you’ve lost all your briefs in former fights and now you carry your best friend loosely in your jeans. So you better take my panties with the cup. And your slack jeans are not a great support neither; so you better put on my tight stretch-jeans!” With these words, the gorgeous girl peeled out of her tight jeans. Underneath she wore shiny silver bikini panties that bulged with a deep male cup. She stripped them off as well and handed her uniform over to Kwong. His little cock grew larger seeing his gorgeous girl, especially when he sniffed on the inner lining of her combat panties. Kwong put on her bikini briefs and the tight stretch jeans. His cup was perfectly held in place and he hardly felt anything when he pounded his groin for test. He felt now very masculine and like a real fighter, practically invincible.
Mahmud had observed the whole procedure and stood ready for fight. Being already corporal, he trusted in his higher rank and experience. Kwong came in with hard kicks against Mahmud’s body, abdomen and groin that drove the Maghraba back against a wall. Though Mahmud’s package was protected by a well-filled cup, the repeated kicks shook his balls unpleasantly. Finally Mahmud could punch straight against Kwong’s chin that sent him to the ground. Mahmud stepped over the Shaoline boy, when Kwong kicked upward full force against Mahmud’s bulging cup. Mahmud moaned from the impact despite his protection and stumbled back. Kwong was back on his feet and violently attacked Mahmud. It looked as if the Maghraba would lose, but by chance he could send Kwong to the ground with a nice punch combination chin-sternum-chin. Quick as a cat, Mahmud jumped on Kwong’s breast and strangled the boy till he surrendered. He tugged the semi-conscious Shaoline boy face down over a bench and fixed his hands by his handcuffs to the wall, so that the boy was immobilized.
Mahmud looked down at Kwong’s tight bum – that was even more highlighted by the Amazon stretch jeans of his girlfriend. The ass-crack was deeply carved in between the cheeks, just as Mahmud liked it. He reached around the younger man, opened and peeled down his jeans. The wet-look silver bikini panties stretched alluringly around Kwong’s apple-like ass. The female cut of these panties underlined the function of Kwong’s “female parts”. Mahmud felt his cock harden and commented: “You got some nice girlish panties, and I hope you use your asshole not only for shitting but you know how to serve a man!” When he stripped down Kwong’s bikini briefs, he couldn't help but sniffed on the inside – on both parts: Kwong’s cock marks inside the cup and those of his girlfriend on the crotch: “A nice mixture of male and female traces. And your cunt is exactly as I like it: no hairs, and your slit is deeply carved in.”
Mahmud stripped down his jeans and light-blue corporal briefs revealing that he – as the dominant top – did not correspond to his own ideal of a perfect bottom: His tight bum was hairy, and a wild bush grew around his heavy ball-sack as well as on his “cunt”. His masculinity was much more endowed than Kwong’s, and his cock stood rock-hard. Mahmud spit against Kwong’s ass-crack for lubrication. He watched how his saliva run down Kwong’s crevice till it reached his asshole. Then, he used his index and middle finger to enter and widen Kwong’s “cunt entrance”. Kwong had never been touched there before and moaned partly with pain, partly with lust. As Mahmud’s fingers entered deeper and deeper and touched his G-spot, Kwong got to know a new feeling and whimpered in a very female way – and to his own surprise, his cock rose up! There was another wave of pain when Mahmud redrew his fingers off Kwong’s anus, just to enter it again with his hung cock! Kwong moaned from the pain and humiliation of being raped in front of his girlfriend and mates, while Mahmud and enjoyed the feeling of total power. Nevertheless, Kwong’s cock was rock hard and ready to cum. Kwong’s girlfriend was jealous – not so much because her boyfriend was enjoying with someone else, but especially because she would like to be in Kwong’s position. Even though she always played the tough girlfighter in total control of her boyfriend, she had the secret desire to be raped and under control of such a stud! Not just that Mahmud’s body looked by far more masculine, but especially his hung tool could definitely do her better than Kwong’s little dingdong!
It didn't take long till Mahmud came and pumped his male cream into Kwong’s cunt. Mahmud stood up and looked down at his beaten and humiliated opponent. His man-milk run down Kwong’s ass-crack proving that Mahmud was the dominant man and had marked his territory. Whistling a melody, Mahmud left taking Kwong’s captured uniform with him. Kwong was still chained to the wall – his cock still rock-hard and begging for release and his cunt drooling with Mahmud’s milk. His girlfriend and mates didn't really hurry to liberate him ...
The 25-year-old corporal Lu Fong was next man to fight for the Shaolines. His opponent was Ngana, an K’Mbele corporal of very similar size and figure – just that Ngana's naked chest was even more muscular. Having seen the victories and the sexual pleasures of his mates, Ngana already fantasized how he would screw this Luang man. Lu Fong, however, admired the perfect uniform of his opponent – his tight sexy jeans of the latest style with the bulging cup, while Lu Fong just wore baggy old jeans and didn’t even have underwear (since he had lost his briefs this morning in a training fight against a girl). Before Lu Fong could finish his thoughts, Ngana came in with hard punches that Lu Fong for luck could elude. In a favorable moment, Lu Fong got through with a strike against Ngana's sternum and throat that stunned the black hunk. Quick as a cat, Lu Fong jumped behind his foe, used his left arm to choke him, while his right hand dived down into Ngana's pants. The heat – not only outside, but especially in Ngana's cup – had urged his balls to descend fully, so that the Luang man easily grabbed his prey. From the intensive movement of the cup-bulge, the audience could see, how eagerly Lu Fong was working on Ngana's man-meat. The black macho screamed in a very girlish way, spittle and foam run down from his mouth, his body and eyes jittered. Finally, his lifeless body hung powerlessly in Lu Fong's deadly embrace. The Luang dragged his hand out off the black man's underwear and released his hold. Ngana dropped to his knees and felt face down into the arena. With a kick of his foot, Lu Fong turned Ngana onto his back. The killed black man's empty eyes stared into nowhere. The girls in the audience easily recognized that Lu Fong had a boner in his baggy jeans from his domination over the black hunk. It became even more obvious when Lu Fong stripped off his jeans and stood naked over his killed foe. He knelt down and peeled off Ngana's tight jeans. Underneath he wore shiny steel-blue wrestling tights with a deep male cup. Lu Fong took them as well and looked inside. The intensive male stains in the inner lining of the cup and along the asscrack could not deny that the men had been at least 10 days on their march. Lu Fong was impressed by the very masculine smell as he sniffed on Ngana's intimate stains and his cock twitched. The Luang man wanked and shot his load over Ngana's groin to celebrate his victory and to show clearly, who is now the man. It took only half a minute for his cock to start the descend. Having the same rank as the killed K’Mbele corporal, Lu Fong put on Ngana's wrestling tights and arranged his balls and semi-hard cock in the roomy groin-guard. When he dressed also Ngana's skin-tight sexy jeans, he received many approving whistles and shouts from the Shaoline girls like “Come later and do me! I am yours!”
The Shaoline Privette Minjia attacked the young Maghraba Corporal Mustafa and easily brought him down. Quick as a cat she sat on him in a reverse face sit so that his mouth and nose was completely covered with her ass and cunt. Like all Amazon and Shaoline fighters, she didn't change her panties and jeans more than once in 8 days, so that the young man was stunned with her strong female smell. Minjia forced the boy’s legs apart and was about to take her bent dagger (the so called ball-tackle) and hook underneath his cup to slash his masculinity. But looking down at his groin, she recognized yellow piss stains. – He didn't wear a cup, otherwise the inner lining of his cup would collect every droplet and his washed out jeans would be clean! While other girls might have been disgusted, Minjia liked to fight against men, to exploit and crush their virility and to capture their marked underwear. Without hesitation, Minjia’s head dived between the boy’s legs to the source of his masculinity and bit into his firm meatballs. She faced a pungent smell and was rewarded by the young Maghraba’s screams of pain and his body’s involuntary convulsions. His shrieks were perfectly muffled by her crotch. She even liked the vibrations his shrieks were pulsating into her cunt-area. In a sexual rush, Minjia brutally chewed on the boy’s virility. In desperation, the Maghraba tried to bite her cunt, but her crotch was much to smooth so that his teeth just scratched her outer cut-lips. – Unpleasant, but not dangerous. His shrieks and convulsions became weaker and his weaker and were replaced by a soft crying to die finally completely. Minjia kept on chewing his tender eggs, till she was sure that there was no life in his panties anymore. Then, she stood up and with an arrogant smile looked down at the magnificent body of the wrecked young warrior. She had easily killed him by chewing his once firm meatballs into a mushy pulp. She took his weapons and with obvious routine opened and stripped down his jeans. Underneath, he wore probably captured Amazon bikini panties of light-blue silk – according to his rank. The cloth was stained with piss and masculine cream and begun to soak the blood from his cock and smashed balls. Minjia took his panties that a proud Amazon girl had worn before him in a battle. By killing this boy, Minjia had restored the honor of this fallen Amazon.
After all, the men had won the majority of fights. The victorious fighters had enjoyed their dominance over Shaoline girls and boys so that their cocks had marked their underwear with joy. Even those men, who had lost the fight and their uniforms and stood naked, could dress again with captured Shaoline uniforms. The word spread fast, and many Shaoline men admired these free-born fighters who defeated even the Royal guards. The Shaoline governor kept her promise of free passage so that the men galloped back to the border. Even though they failed in their task to get official support from Shaolinia, there was an unexpected unofficial support: Hundreds of Shaoline (Luang) men left their homes to join the free male armies. Most of these rebels came from the Shaoline army and were dressed in uniforms and had some weapons. Over men were smiths, workers, farmers etc. and still needed some training, weapons and uniforms before they could join the Allied Male Armies, but anyway, all supporters were welcome.