Amazons and Hominians (Northmanen), 5-57 - 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 plan of the Allied Male Armies to get support from Shaolinia was only a small success, since in Shaolinia, Luang men and Shaoline women lived in peace and the country was neutral (5-56).
The Generals of the Amazon Army initiated a putsch against the Queen and seized the power. The Queen was killed and Marshall Carol became the new governor. The Amazon troops on the front hardly noticed any change. They were busy to keep the male armies out of the Amazon countries and didn't care for the politics. In the capital, however, the changes were rigorous:
Since the rebellious Generals were afraid of a counterrevolution, they banished all weapons and combat-ready women from the palace and capital: The battalion of Royal Guards – nearly 500 well-trained women known for their loyal attitude toward the Queen – were sent to the front. All girls and women in the capital, including the servants at the Palace were forbidden to wear weapons, jeans-uniforms or protective underwear. While formerly the capital swarmed with women in uniforms and weapons, the only allowed clothing was now a mini-skirt and a T-shirt without underwear (for that no protective cups could be hidden in the bras or panties). The only military establishment that survived these reforms was the local recruit training center where more than 200 girls were trained for fight. But also these girls and their coaches had to strip their combat clothes before leaving the barracks.
The Council of Generals knew that they couldn't trust the local women and decided to establish a male Palace Guard to replace the banished Royal Guards. A battalion of more than 500 male slaves – many of them captives of the Allied Male Armies – was founded, including a company of more than 50 recruits (mainly 17-year-old boys) to ensure enough new blood in the corps. These men were equipped with the weapons, uniforms and combat underwear that the local women had been forced to abdicate. To be sure of the loyalty of the male fighters, the Council of Generals allowed them to rule over the local women and to rape them whenever they wanted. The male Palace guards enjoyed their position and acted as if they were the rulers of this country. Of course, the Generals took officers of the Palace Guards as personal lover-men.
It didn't take long to provoke displeasure and even hate in the population. The formerly free women could hardly believe that they were now as suppressed as in Hominia or in the Maghraba Homelands. Soon, conspirators met illegally to plan the revolution. It was easy to convince the young recruit girls, because they felt as female warriors and suffered most from the physical (rape) and psychological (humiliation) oppression. Like all women of the town, they hated to see men dressed in full combat uniforms with their groins bulging with cups, while the women run around just in mini-skirts without cover or protection for their cunts. These young girls were eager to kick some balls, not only in training, but in real life! Also the servants in the Palace supported the rebels. While formerly, naked male slaves had to do all hard, dirty and humiliating work, now the men were the rulers, and nearly naked servant girls had to wash their clothes. For veteran combat women it was more than humiliating to clean jeans and panties – mostly of Amazon production – that showed now male stains and smell as sign of male dominance over the women. The inner lining of the cup-pouches of all these bikini briefs, panties and compression shorts were full with sperm-stains caused by putting on the underwear right after raping a girl. It was time to smash the balls causing these stains and rapes!
Since the Council of Generals had banished all combat-ready women from the capital district, the rebels had hundreds of volunteers but no soldiers with combat experience and no weapons. For luck, they could convince Lucy, the Colonelle of the Royal Guards, to leave the position on the frontline and to return illegally to the capital. For her and her battalion it was clear that there was no return when they crossed the river Rubicon that separated the capital from the surrounding province. Now the revolution could start! The evening dawn was chosen for the attack, since the darkness is an Amazon friend:
A troop of young recruit girls had the task to switch off the guards outside the main gate. Just dressed in mini-skirts and tight T-shirts, they casually walked by the gate. Of course, the always horny young men whistled and boasted what their hard cocks could do to such chicks. At first, the girls played hard to get, but soon they allowed the guards to “turn them from girls into women”. Unsuspectingly, the young Hominians – all of them 20-year-old regular soldiers – followed the girls into the bushes. Intensive French kisses opened the men’s mouths and soon their jeans, especially when the playful hands of the girls additionally caressed the asscracks of the boys. Underneath their Amazon stretch jeans, the men wore silver wet-look bikini briefs. The crotches bulged with prominent male cups, but were already too small to house the growing boners. As the girls stripped down the panties of the male fighters, the boners popped out of the protective cups, already drooling with lust and begging for relief. But the girls were less interested in the smelly cocks, but more in the tender little eggs hanging below. The boys had lost in the moment, when the girls grabbed their nut-sacks – the symbol of masculinity that the girls had already learnt to crack in early training.
Sarah had pushed the blond Hominian boy Thomas against a tree. Her right hand destroyed his virility, while her left hand muffled all shrieks from his mouth. Her mates worked similarly. Some girls even applied a reverse face-sit (to dampen all shrieks) and chewed the boys to death: Instead of giving the boys a blow-job, the girls had sucked the ball-sacks into their mouths and easily destroyed the masculinity. Within 2 minutes, the men lay killed on the ground, some still jerking in the last mortal agony. A mixture of sperm and blood drooled from the throbbing cocks, and the swollen, purple and partly bleeding sacks revealed the cause of death. The girls had been promised to be promoted to regular soldiers for their support so that they could put on the captured uniforms. They inspected the bikini briefs of their victims and sniffed at the marks the boys had left. Sarah commented: “Smells like a week of hard wanker service! At least, nobody will doubt that we have really captured these from overwhelmed men!” Another girl commented: “Yes, but I guess we all enjoyed the fight so that these panties will right now receive their first female stains!” Seconds later, the girls stood dressed in the full uniforms of the defeated men. The tight Amazon bikini panties and stretch-jeans fitted perfectly, and now the groins of the girls bulged with the pretended masculinity of male cups. The panties soaked with the juices of the girls so that some sour female stains were added to the strong male smell. Some baseball caps helped to hide the long hair so that the girls would not be recognize too soon.
At the main gate, the Palace servant girls had the task to finish the guards at the inner side to open the gate. Only two black K’Mbele privates stood at the inside of the wall. According to the regulations, they would have to watch the soldiers outside through a small wooden scuttle, but they just chatted unconcerned and didn't notice that the soldiers outside had disappeared. Cindy and Samantha approached the muscular black privates from behind. In their hands, they held barbed wire that they threw quickly from behind around the necks of the black studs. Pushing their knees against the backs of the men, the girls drew the wire tightly around the necks. The barbs pierced the necks and prevented the wire from slipping off. The girl-fighters easily strangled the hunks to death, and the constricted windpipe disabled the men to shout for help. Two minutes later, the black combat machines lay killed on the ground, and the main gate was opened to let in the waiting rebels.
Nearly 500 women of the of Royal Guards – armed and dressed in regular uniforms – and 200 recruits chicks in miniskirts and without weapons stormed into the Palace court. Cindy and Samantha tugged the lifeless bodies of their prey into the empty guardroom. Cindy muttered: “OK, boys. Time for a panty exchange!”, and with obvious routine the girls stripped their victims. It was again an advantage for the girls that most men were dressed in captured Amazon uniforms. The tight stretch jeans and golden bikini briefs would fit perfectly. Black K’Mbeles are typically more endowed and produce more male hormones than other male tribes, so that the girls encountered a strong male smell when they stripped down the golden bikini briefs with the cups. But the cunts of the girls already glistened with lust so that a sour female smell would soon dominate in these panties. Quickly the girls dressed the captured uniforms and were ready to join the Amazon rebels. The male cups – meant to compensate the special weakness of men – were now protecting the femininity of the girl-fighters. Looking again at the killed studs, Samantha noticed that the semi-boners and the well-filled sacks looked like a provoking symbol of male dominance even in dead status. The girls decided not to leave these men any dignity and to destroy these raping tools. Among other weapons, they had taken the daggers of the killed privates and used them now to cut off the seat of masculinity.
Accompanied by experienced and armed Royal Guards, the mini-skirted Amazon recruits stormed the gym hall, where the male recruits were training close combat. As these boys wanted to train to protect their balls in an unarmed close fight, they fought against each other without cups. Some of them were just dressed in white nylon shorts (=colour of recruit underwear) + underwear (often Amazon V-strings or bikini briefs), other boys wore Amazon stretch jeans. While regular male recruit jeans had hip pockets without symbol, the Amazon recruit version had no hip pockets at all, just a plain ass and 2 small pockets on the front side. The girls were glad to see the very natural bulges in the tight jeans. The male package – often regarded as symbol of male dominance – was here a symbol of defeat and inferiority. Encouraged and supported by the older women of the Royal Guard, the teen girls kicked, stomped, squeezed and kneed the bulges of the male opponents. Everywhere, the howling, grunting and whimpering of hit boys was heard. The male “fighters” didn't really offer any resistance, but just writhed in pain on the ground, many boys passed out from the package treatment. Whenever a boy lay face down on the ground, the girl sprung on his back, looking at his tight bums in his Amazon stretch jeans or nylon shorts. The girls knew what they just had to reach between the legs and to pluck the plums of the boys to celebrate the victory. The seams on the inner side of the legs of the recruit jeans were completely worn out proving that these jeans had been really taken from girls who walked with closed legs, differently from men. The shrieks of pain of the subdued boys were commented by humiliation like: “Poor boy! Does the bad, bad girl have you by your ballsies? But don't overestimate your masculinity. Looking at your tight bums, I think your strength is your female organ, and you should better work as female slut. Later, I’ll bump and grind you anyway!”
Alarmed by the shrieks of the recruits, some regular soldiers and corporals in full combat uniform and armed with bows rushed into the gym. For luck, the experienced women of Royal Guards were prepared: Equipped for the frontline-battle, they had cup-breaking crossbows and knew how to handle these weapons! Chirp, chirp! Pling! The heavy metal bolts easily pierced the thin sheet steel cups of the men and turned the precious content into a bloody pulp! Still not understanding what was going on, the hit men let fall their weapons and instinctively, their hands reached for the wrecked seat of masculinity. Game over!
The victorious Amazon recruits undressed their opponents and put on the captured panties, shorts and jeans. The captured 50 naked boys had to form 5 rows of approximately 10 boys each. Meanwhile the girls had found a so-called girl-incapacitator – a transport chain for female slaves. The boys had just learnt in their lessons how to handle this device, but now they would have to learn the function in practice! This transport-chain had in alternating order dildo-shaped anchors (meant to be rushed into the vag) and pull straps to bond the hands – all together 10 “docking stations” so that troops of 10 slaves bond to each other could be led away. Smiling in superiority, the girls pushed the anchors into the expecting assholes the boys and fixed their hands on the back to the pull straps. By turning the handle of the anchors, barbs spread up from the dildo and anchored in the tender “cunt-flesh” of the boys. Many boys got a boner from the submission and the G-spot-stimulation. They waddled in a strange way when they were led away by few female wardens. It was clear that any boy trying to raise his hands would deliver a cunt-bust to himself and his next mates. They were brought into the prisons of the Palace that were already under Amazon control. The new Amazon prison wardens smiled in triumph as she saw the first captured boys and their raging boners: “You are bringing some nice bouncing guys to me, or shall I say bouncing cocks?! OK, let’s bring these boys into a nice doggy position so that we can later screw them. The dildo anchors should have already stretched their cunts so that these boys are now for sure hungry for more!”
Meanwhile, the alarm sound was audible in the whole palace and the male guards jumped into action. In this moment, Marshall Carol was just having sex with her lover Colonel Mark. Both were in their early 30s and enjoyed regular sex. He was about to cum so that he wanted to finish, but Marshall Carol shouted at him that he should care about his troops. Colonel Mark had trouble to put on his red nylon retropants, his boner simply didn't fit into the cup. At least his balls were protected, while his drooling boner peeked out of his armor.
A company of more than 50 regular Maghraba soldiers led by some corporals and a sergeant rushed from the Palace into the inner court to man the outer buildings and the fortification wall. However, the attacking women had already blocked all doors of the outer buildings, and the female servants closed the gate of the Place behind the men so that this company was now trapped in the inner court. As the men recognized their situation, some boys took the settee from a corner to use it as battering ram to force the doors open. The rebel women opened the loop-holes targeting against the inner court and shot against the men who organized the resistance. Again it was a great advantage for the revolting women to have the Royal Guards and their cup-breaking crossbows that easily pierced the thin sheet steel cups of the men. Other boys were targeted from behind: An arrow shot against the male rectum easily blazes a trail through the prostate (the male G-spot!) and slashes the ball-sack from behind. Mostly the arrow is stopped by the inner side of the male cup that is not even damaged and can be reused. Since these men were not equipped with anal shields, an attack against the male cunt could be even done by simple wooden arrows fired from regular bows or even by daggers.
When the first Maghrabas broke down deadly hit, the other men recognized their hopeless situation. As ordered by the women, they threw away their weapons and stripped naked. Underneath their jeans, the macho Maghrabas wore regular grey cotton briefs with bulging cups in the front-pouch. (Corporals wore light-blue and the sergeant green briefs.) The men had to form 5 rows of 10 soldiers – standing in cock-distance as the girls demanded. The doors were opened and some girl-fighters came into the court. While armed Royal Guards targeted the men, young mini-skirted recruits and female servants bond the men: A cord was attached to the package of the first Maghraba, then drawn between his legs along the asscrack to bind his hands on his back, and then attached to the male organ of the soldier behind him and so on. The men were completely incapacitated. Any trial to raise the hands would threaten to rip off the sacks of several men. Due to the cock-strangulation, the young Maghrabas quickly had hard-ones. The girls had put the men very close to each other (on cock-distance) so that the boner of each man caressed the asshole the lad before him. The victorious girls grinned. “Nice bouncing cocks. I guess these Maghraba machos are in fact turned on be feeling a cock on their expecting cunt-holes!” Of course, the recruit girls that were so far just dressed in T-shirts + mini-skirts, put on the captured uniforms of the young Maghrabas. Even though the cotton briefs and jeans had a male cut, they fitted the girls perfectly who had a similar size and figure as the young men. Again, victorious girls stood dressed in captured uniforms, and their crotches bulged with the most intimate armors of defeated men.
Other male troops and whole companies were overwhelmed in a similar way. For the rebels, it was a great advantage that the slave girls knew the trap system of the Palace – unlike their male opponents! Often, trap doors were opened when men run over them, so that the unsuspecting Palace Guards fell into the trou-de-loups and were mostly pierced by the spears on the ground. A company of regular K’Mbele soldiers got onto a trap-way. Only 15 or 20 men could stop when trap-doors opened before and behind them. The male fighters could do nothing as they saw their mates falling down. The shrieks of the impaled young men demoralised the survivors. The troop of survivors recognized that they could neither continue their path nor turn back, as the traps were open in both directions. Amazon rebels armed with bows and crossbows came out of their ambush and targeted against the black K’Mbele studs. Reluctantly, the young men followed the orders of the Amazons to throw away the weapons and to strip naked. Weapons, jeans and smelly combat-briefs with protective cups were piled on a heap. Soon the hapless men stood naked with their hands folded behind the necks. Their muscular black bodies glistened with sweat. As ordered, their legs were spread so that the tender male organs dangled without protection. The black cocks – that normally represented the biggest among all male tribes – were shriveled with fear, but the girls knew that this would change quickly as soon as the studs would be bound by their packages. The women closed the traps so that the captured men could walk over the hidden doors. Now the revolting girls led their prey away. The captured weapons and uniforms would be used to equip more Amazon fighters. It was no secret that the hung K’Mbeles produce more male hormones than other men so that their worn briefs emitted a strong male smell that could be distinguished from briefs of blond Hominians for example.
Despite these successes, the rebels could have failed without the Amazon Royal Guards and their cup-breaking crossbows, because these experienced and well-equipped fighters were always on the right spot, when the male defenders were in superiority or when the young Amazon recruits were pressed and in danger to be killed. The formidable crossbows punctured dozens of male cups and slashed the proud macho content into a bloody pulp! Everywhere, hit male fighters broke down, their hands clenching the bolts that stuck deep in their virility. Just some more uncontrolled convulsions, and these studs went to the external hunting grounds. Seeing their mates die with pierced cups, more and more men surrendered.
But also the servant girls did a great job and switched off many men on standby before they could jump into action when the alarm rung: The soldiers on standby mostly slept and rudely awakened by the alert, their morning boners often prevented them from putting on their combat briefs, because the cups were too small to house the boner. The servant girls didn't wait till this problem was solved but attacked the men as long as they were still naked or their cups were still misplaced. When the girls stormed in, the men had mostly not fixed their briefs, panties and retropants so that their tender balls were often in a very dangerous position between the edge of the cup and their pelvic bone. Female feet, knees and fists did their painful job, and soon many macho guards winced in pain on the ground, while their servant girls were in total control. Some men had tried to bend their boners somehow to force them into the cup. In this case a kick against the cup was especially, destructive because it broke the boner! (Of course, the penis doesn't have a bone and cannot “break”, the correct term would be a rupture of the spongy body. But the result for the attacked men was the same!) The men were disabled from fight by pain (some of them obviously had a testicular trauma) ad just needed to be bonded, while the girls proudly put on the captured uniforms to join the Amazon rebels. The Amazon Palace prison wardens were very busy as more and more captive men were brought to the cells – blond Hominians, black K’Mbele and macho Maghrabas, all of them naked, defeated and often with painfully swollen + purple ball-sacks and cocks!
The Council of Generals had its boardroom in the second floor of the Palace. This part was still under control and defended by experienced male officers, not only by regular soldiers. The female and male leading officers didn't even know that the ground floor was practically already in the hands of the rebels and that most male Palace Guards were already killed or enslaved. A direct attack through the staircases against the upper floors would have turned out very lossy for the rebels. For luck, the local servant girls knew some secret passages that led the trained Amazons to the upper floor behind the lines of the male defenders. Grinning with confidence, the Amazon Royal Guards stood behind the unsuspecting men who mostly lay down on the staircase floor waiting for the rebel attack from underneath. To have a firm shooting position, the procumbent men held their bows in front of them, their legs spread so that the women could even recognize the position of the male cup in the tight jeans. The Amazons targeted with their bows against the tight bums of the young men, seeing clearly that the ass-crack was not protected. The arrows chirped through the air and entered the most female spot of the studs. Each arrow was perfectly positioned and slashed the rectum, the prostate and finally the ball-sack of each man till it was finally stopped by the inner side of his protective cup. A last mortal agony and some involuntary convulsions, and the men were finished. Other checkpoints of the male Palace Guards were switched out the same way so that the staircases were now free. More and more female rebels rushed up the staircases and brought the situation under control. The last resistance broke!
As the rebels rushed into the boardroom of the Council of Generals, the surprised Generals shouted for their guards. The rebel women giggled. “You want to see your male guards?!”
In triumph, the rebels brought in some captured men: All of them were naked; their packages were strangulated by a cord that went between the legs, along the ass-crack and fixed the bond hands on the back. Each trial to raise the hands would rip the strangulated packages. The tight cord around the masculinity provoked raging boners. All captured men wore their own smelly briefs or bikini panties like a face mask over their heads with the bulging cups positioned over the noses so that they had to breathe through their own cock marks.
The governor Marshall Carol was among the captured Generals. Like all captured members of the Council, she was allowed to keep her underwear (bras + panties), without cunt-protector, of course. The victorious rebels brought her lover Colonel Mark into the room. He was bond like the other male officers and wore his red nylon retropants with the bulging cup over his face so that he inhaled his own spicy cock-smell. The other top-ranking male officers were prepared similarly, while regular soldiers, privates and corporals were led away naked. Altogether, nearly 350 of 550 male Palace Guards were now prisoners of the rebels; some 200 men had been killed in the fight. The Amazon rebels had lost less than 100 warriors.
Lucy, the Colonelle of the Royal Guards, had become a leader of the rebellion against the Council of Generals. She announced to the captured Generals that they will be sentenced for killing the Queen and for seizing power later. Most probably, the sentence will be death by rectal or vaginal impalement. The sentence for the top-ranking male officers would be much more gentle (as they had only profited but not initiated the murder of the Queen), probably just a humiliating daily penalty (like tongue-cleaning the cunts of 20 Amazons every day) instead of death.
The male recruits and soldiers of lower ranks – mostly young men of 17 - 22 years – were all “jacked up” naked in the Palace prison: Most of them were down on all fours in doggy style with their legs spread widely so that both their tender male organs and their “cunts” were completely exposed to the victorious girls. Others lay on the backs with their legs tucked up and spread – again to expose the vulnerable masculinity and the asshole. These captured men would soon surrender to the female superiority, when the strap-on dildos of the victorious Amazons would teach them who is the real man! To humiliate the Council of Generals and the top-ranking male officers, they were brought down to the prison to “rim” (tongue-clean) the assholes of the expecting young men: Hundreds of black K’Mbele, macho Maghraba or blond-haired white Hominian asscracks waited to be rimmed. At first, the female Generals were very reluctant to lick the dirty orifices of the boys, but encouraged by a knife on their cunts, they stuck in their tongues deep into the expecting holes! The rimmed boys moaned with pleasure and their growing boners prove that they enjoyed playing the female part, no matter how muscular and macho-like they seemed. This way, the boys’ holes were also lubricated (not just with saliva, but more and more with their own ass-juice) and prepared to be screwed by the dominating Amazons.
Male officers of medium rank like sergeants and lieutenants were put on interrogation chairs. This was a special stool with a dildo-like tube in the middle, on which the victim was seated. The dildo worked as anchor to prevent any escape, but could also flush water or send electric shocks into the interrogated person. This originally Amazon invention had been used for female captives during the government of the Council of Generals, whereby the dildo was either forced into the rectum or more often into the vagina of the girls. The female stains on the tubes still told about these fates. But now, the chairs were used again for the primal purpose to hurt and humiliate male studs. It costed some efforts to force the male cunts over the dildos that were still marked with female stains, but the result was worth it!
Serkan – a Maghraba lieutenant of approximately 30 years – was among the prisoners and sitting on such an interrogation chair. The dildo in his ass did not really cause him pain, but the worst was the humiliation: He, a macho man who should rule over women and screw them, was invaded on his most intimate orifice – he was raped by women! Janine had defeated Serkan in a close fight, smashed his balls after stripping down his protective panties and taken his weapons and uniform and thus she was now an Amazon lieutenant. Now, she walked to the prison to see him again. She stepped in front of him and greeted: “Do you like to see me again? Especially dressed in your uniform?” Serkan, who hadn’t recognize her at first, looked up and gulped: This slattern looked sexy in his tight jeans and her crotch bulged with his male cup! This bitch even wore his dark-blue bikini briefs with the cup, the most intimate piece of armor that only men were allowed to wear and that was surely still marked with his manly odor! Janine provoked him: “You don't seem very excited to see me wearing your jeans?! You still think these jeans and briefs are yours, but the longer I wear them, the more they are feminized! Just smell it!” She stepped closer to him and pressed his head against her groin-bulge. Serkan was stunned by his own cock-smell. “Here there are still some male leftovers, but if you go lower, you’ll feel how much we girls enjoyed the fight!” Janine raised one leg and put it on Serkan’s shoulder so that her legs were now widely spread in front of his face. Serkan saw that the worn-out jeans cloth along the crotch was completely soaked with her juices behind the edge of the cup. Only the area covered by her male nutshell was still dry so that the shape of the eggcup could be clearly recognized. Serkan’s eyes and nose were only centimeters from her jeans-clad crotch so that he was stunned by the typical sour smell of an excited girl, when Janine forced his face between her legs. His cock begun to grow from his bed of dark hairs. “Attaboy! Seems your package makes you a poor fighter but could do the right job now! Seems, I didn't attack your balls too hard and they are still working. Maybe, I should collect your cream just in case we need to breed some new girl-fighters!” Saying so, Janine rolled a condom over Serkan’s fully developed stem and begun to milk him. The dildo in Serkan’s cunt, the figure of the gorgeous Amazon, her sour smell and the skillful work of Janine’s fingers quickly did the trick and Serkan donated his boy-milk to enlarge the Amazon army. He was not the only young man who was milked dry. Hundreds of captured men were screwed by strap-on dildos and most of them pumped their slimy loads in the bowls place underneath.
