Amazons and Hominians (Northmanen), 5-58 - 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 chapter 1-1, 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 (chapter 1-2). 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. 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 (chapter 4). The Northmanen convinced the Maghrabas to support them against the mighty Amazons. 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 factories 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 2-19). 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). A Putsch in Amazonia weakened the Amazon troops only for a short time: The revolt of the suppressed women was not long in coming and restored the old order (5-57).
On a camp-fire, Susi told the story of her liberation: “I was still very young, 16, and it happened some days before my 17th birthday. I’ve grown up in slavery, so I’d never been out of this Maghraba castle before, while most of my mates were captured Amazons, older, prouder and with combat-experience. At day, we had to serve the men: working on fields, cooking, doing the laundry, sewing their uniforms and being ready for their sexual needs. At night, we were kept naked in cages in the basement, mostly 3 girls per cage, and the cages were just separated by grids so that from each cage you could see what happened in the whole hall. Not only during the day, but also every evening, men of all ranks came down and raped some girls. I was lucky because I was not raped because I was still too young. For the Maghrabas, 17 was the age of being adult – meaning for girls to become a prey and for the boys to serve in the AMA army.
Anyway, this evening was like any other. Approximately 20 men came down, chose some women to rape, opened their cages and stripped their uniforms. They felt very safe and didn’t hesitate to put away their weapons and strip down their armored briefs revealing their tender male organs. And of course, we women were too frightened to do anything. Therefore, 2 men could easily enter a cage of 3 women. While one man was raping a girl, the other kept the remaining 2 girls under control. From my cage I had often seen these rapes in the other cages before. But suddenly I heard high-pitched, girlish a scream I had never heard before: Later I understood that the raped girl in my left neighbour cage had grabbed the balls of her tormentor and popped them. She rolled his dead body off her. I observed such a scene the first time in my life, and I was very excited! The nut-sack of the man was red from the abuse and his plums shapeless. Blood drooled from his rock-hard cock. Wow! Of course I knew that men are sensitive between the legs – that’s why they always wore these cups in their briefs and captured panties – but I didn't know that it is so easy to kill a man by attacking his plums!
His mate Abdul in the same cage was so shocked that the other girls easily overpowered him. They wound his dagger off his hand with which he had threatened the girls, forced him to the ground and stripped his jeans down followed by his combat-briefs with the cup. In anticipation of the rape the Maghraba’s cock was already hard and popped out of the nut-shell as the girls drew down his pants. The girls pressed his body against the grids of my cage so that his package stuck into my cage between the grids. I was ordered ‘Crack his nuts!’. For the first time in my life I reached for some male balls – in order to kill their owner! The young macho spit in my face as sign of disrespect but soon screamed as I worked on his love-plums – but I didn't succeed to pop them! It looked so easy as the experienced Amazon had done it before. One of the other girls finally lost patience and reached from behind between Abdul’s legs. Experienced as she was, she roughly grabbed the male organs, squeezed at full force, twisted and dragged the sack backward till she finally succeeded to rip the sack off! The male warrior screamed very girlishly from the top of his lungs, and his dead body slipped down the grids. The proud Amazon ate the balls of her former tormentor. Meanwhile two girls had already put on the uniforms of both killed man. It was the first time that I saw women in combat-dress. Wow! The crotches of their tight-fitting jeans bulged with the captured masculinity of the men’s cups.
The neighbour-girls in my right cage had overwhelmed their violators as well. A muscular Maghraba (Nabil, known for his cruelty) lay already dead on the ground – now naked and with smashed eggs. His mate Fahid was stripped naked and pressed against my cage. The girls decided to kill him the female way and cruelly rushed his own dagger up his rectum – his cunt as the girls called it! Heavily bleeding from between his legs, the young stud slipped down the grid. To dishonor and to feminize him completely, the girls cut off his whole package. While they shared his balls as dainty, they handed me his still hard and bleeding cock over to eat it as inauguration ceremony like a sausage!
I heard screams of dying Maghrabas from other cages; the insurgence gained power! Even though these shrieks sounded very girlish, it was clear that they came from castrated men! More and more women run around in uniforms and weapons of killed Maghrabas. ‘Time for you to become adult and experienced!’ shouted the other women, opened my cage and pushed in a frightened recruit-boy of my age. ‘Finish him and put on his uniform and join!’ was the order. For luck, the women had taken away his weapons, because I had absolutely no experience in fighting. The boy was as scared as me, and we encircled each other a while – me naked and he dressed in full combat-uniform. In a favorite moment, I tried to kick his balls, but it hurt me more than him since he – of course – wore a solid cup. I tried to peck his eyes and to strike against his sternum that made him only more angry and self-conscious. Finally his superiority in training helped him to bring me down. I lay helplessly on my back with him sitting on my stomach. His knee rested on my upper arms so that I couldn’t move. His left hand mauled my tit while his right hand squeezed my cunt-lips. He was laughing in an arrogant way! The pain was so severe that I thought I would die! I’d never been in such pain before nor did I know that a boy can so easily mistreat a girl! If boys feel the same pain on their balls as I felt on my cunt, I understood how they had been killed by the Amazons! The young stud was enjoying his superiority and showed an arrogant grin as he mistreated me. The feeling of male dominance was turning him on and the growing boner displaced his cup so that he often had to release my tit to rub his boy-protector into the right position. I was completely in his hands, and instead of helping his mates, this Maghraba only thought about his personal fun and decided to screw me.
His knees still on my arms, he released the claws on my tits and cunt and opened his Amazon recruit stretch-jeans and I saw the virgin-white Amazon silk-panties he wore underneath. The eggcup was slid in the front-pouch as I knew from my work in the laundry, so that the package rested in the inner-lining. The boy grabbed both of my wrists with his left hand and slid down to screw me so that at least the pressure on my upper arms was gone. Still holding my hands, he slid down his jeans and panties with his free hand, so that his semi-hard cock slipped out from the protection and juddered obscenely. In a favorite moment, I applied all power left in me to burst my hands free, and with a swift grab I had his unprotected ball-sack under control. The Maghraba moaned in pain but started to strangle me in revenge. My senses begun to swim and I thought to die in the next seconds, but I didn't release my prey. I even increased my strangulation of the captured balls and dug my finger-nails into them as much as I could! Only partly conscious, I suddenly heard a strange howling from the boy and felt how his strangling weakened! I saw how his eyes rolled back and he collapsed!
My first victim! I had killed him by genital strangulation! I rolled his lifeless body off me, grinned at the sight of his smashed balls and bleeding cock and took his uniform. Before putting them on, I inspected his panties. From my work in the laundry I knew how dirty male underwear looked after how many days of wearing. From the intensive smell and significant staining in the genital and anal area I guessed that the young stud had worn these bikini briefs 7 to 10 days – that was a typical changing interval for recruits and regular soldiers. (Only officers had the right to change more often if desired.) Anyway, his Amazon stretch panties + jeans fit me perfectly, and for the first time in my life I was dressed like a real Amazon and felt like a real warrior even though it was new for me to walk with a male cup between my legs. I asked my mates for a dagger to finish the humiliation of my prey. I cut off his needless parts to eat his cock and balls. His “eggs and sausage” were not tasty at all, but by eating his male organ – meant to subdue and screw females – I incorporated all strength and proud of this boy into my new ego!
Before I left the cage, I looked around: The situation had changed to our favor: Meanwhile the men in all cages were under female control. They all had come done here to rape some girls, and now they were not only raped but killed! The Maghraba corporal Tamir had entered alone a cage of three Shaoline girls, full of confident in his superior fighting skills. He had chosen one girl to rape and – not to be disturbed – had kicked the other two viciously in their boxes so that they broke down howling in pain and clutching their sore bushes. The girl chosen to be screwed was not willing to accept her fate. As an experienced Shaoline fighter, she used her excellent karate skills to stop the man by strikes against his sternum and throat – since his tender male package was protected by a solid cup and not accessible for her attacks. She was now supported by another girl who had already recovered from the cunt-bust (while the third girl was still on the ground unable to move or fight). Tamir was now quickly overwhelmed by two girls. One girl kept the arms of the young hunk under control, while the other stripped down his jeans and armored light-blue briefs. She roughly grabbed his ball-sack and stretched it to an extent that the skin was nearly transparent like vinyl around his nuts. Of course, the nuts were completely captured between the bottom of his sack and her hand around the upper sack and couldn’t escape from the fatal attack: Hayeee! Hayeee! Hayeee! The girl chopped with her stretched-out hand several times against the Tamir’s nuts – cracking them within a minute! The dying Maghraba howled at strange voice while the victorious girl put on his briefs and uniform. She was as slim as him so that his combat-uniform fit her perfectly.
Two young Maghraba recruits Vahid and Hadji had come down in leisure outfit, just dressed in white silk shorts with captured Amazon silk panties + cup underneath – no shirt, no shoes, no weapons. Their muscular brown bodies sparkled with sweat and left no doubt that these fighting machines could bust a girl within seconds. Believing in their superiority and accustomed to rape girls, both boys had carelessly entered a cage with three blond chicks. It was not necessary to care about the scared third girl, both men had just chosen a girl to rape and forced her to lay low on her back. With an arrogant smile of superiority, both boys had sit down on the belly of their chosen victims with their legs widely spread over the girls. As the insurgence begun, the first girl ripped her hands free from the Vahid’s firm grip and quickly reached with both arms for the leg openings of his loose silk shorts. It was much easier than she thought to reach at both legs inside his thongs underneath his cup. In both of her hands she held now a male nut, and she concentrated all her power in cracking them! It didn't take long till she succeeded and thus killed the macho boy. Shivers went through his fine muscular body before he passed out cold. Funnily, he “came” exactly the same moment, pumping a mixture of sperm and blood into his Amazon silk panties.
His mate Hadji didn't want to share his fate and lay low on the other blond girl still keeping her under control so that she couldn't access his tender balls. His powerful hands roughly grabbed her upper arms so that she couldn't move. Hadji’s legs slit in between hers and forced her thighs open revealing her female box. He grinned as the girl was force to give him what he wanted. As next step, he had to strip down his shorts and armored thongs to rape her. Before he could do so, the third girl in the cage had approached the couple on the ground. From behind, she reached for the boy’s ass and slipped her hand into the leg opening of his shorts and further into his panties underneath the disturbing cup! For the first time in her life she had a pair of male balls in her hand! She enjoyed the total control she had over the young Maghraba, his helpless tremors as she did her destructive work on his male pride. Hadji’s arrogant grin had changed into a stunned and pain-filled grimace, and now the girl under him was grinning. The other girl kept on working on the destruction of his male organs tugging his sack more and more between his legs toward her so that his plums had now slipped out of the protective cup. She gave his nuts an unpleasant trip – dragging, twisting and grinding them as hard as she could. Finally, Hadji passed out cold – not killed but severely weakened and at least partially castrated! After stripping his shorts and panties, he was locked in the cage together with his killed mate Vahid, whose panties and shorts had also changed the owner. Both muscular boys lay now naked in the cage. They looked indestructible and just their swollen nut-sacks revealed the point of male weakness where it was easy to overcome their muscular strength.”
Another girl told her story that was not so much different: “As you know, the Allied Male Armies were not in the position to attack Amazon castles, but were lucky to defend their own territories. Especially the castles along the frontline were well defended, and the female slaves were under strict observation for that no pro-Amazon riot could take place. More far away, in the safe territories, however, the regime against the female slaves was less strict, and the men were generally less prepared for a combat. They simply didn't expect that the women here could have any contact to the Amazon homelands. But the Amazons were in permanent contact with the female slaves in the male territories by a well-working pigeon network. Knowing that the defense was weak far away from the frontline, they planned the next revolt here, even though this castle would be cut off from any Amazon support. But the option to open a second frontline against the male forces was too promising.
The Amazon headquarter had chosen the Maghraba castle Musar-al-Bahrein. It was an important uniform production site, where nearly 1200 sewer women were only guarded by 250 men, mainly macho Maghrabas supported by K’Mbele auxiliary troops. The female slave network had even be able to exchange the labels on deliveries meant for Musar-al-Bahrein: Male groin-cups come in different sizes: XS for Luang fighters, M for Northmanen and parts of the Maghraba army and XL for most macho Maghrabas and especially for the well-hung K’Mbeles. The female slaves in the cup-production had relabeled a delivery of brand-new groin-guards so that a box of XL cups went to a Luang garrison while the men in Musar-al-Bahrein received XS cups. Those were much too small to house the packages of Maghraba and K’Mbele hunks, so that mostly only the cock was shielded while many balls were now in the dangerous position between the edge of the cup and the pelvic bone! Due to the general lack of equipment, it was impossible to get another delivery, and anyway so far from any Amazon thread, there was no need to be best-equipped.
The insurgence started on a Sunday morning when many men used the relaxed discipline to sleep longer instead of standing for duty and to screw some female slaves. Mustafar had forced Monika on his bed with her legs spread apart so that he could easily rape her. He had stripped off his jeans and briefs with the male protector so that he was very vulnerable in Monika’s eyes. He was alone with her in the room, and as agreed with her mates, Monika used this chance to get his unprotected ball-sack under control. She knew very well that the male sex glands (testicles) are extremely sensitive to injury and that a testicular squeeze will immediately paralyze a man. A strong squeeze can easily lead to unconsciousness or even death, whereby the main cause of death is a neurogenic shock due to the extreme pain. Without hesitation, Monika applied the “Death Grip” and incapacitated Mustafar by firmly grabbing one of his balls, cuffing it between thumb and fingers which is bonier and less soft than the palm of the hand. Then she applied hard pressure squeezing until his ball gave (popped, burst, cracked or crushed). Not really understanding that the girl had killed him, Mustafar weltered in pain in helpless convulsions. His brain was struck by so much pain that he could neither breathe nor call for help. Only partly conscious, he had to witness how Monika put on his combat-briefs and jeans and took his weapons.
Mustafar’s mate Ali was killed in a similar way by Irene in another room. Irene was also in the lucky situation to fight against a naked man who offered his vulnerable masculinity to her by trying to rape her. She just had to reach between his legs and grabbed both of his balls. Even though one of his nuts managed to slip out of her hand she still had established a good firm-hard squeezing grip on the other one, needless to say the rest is history. Ali became so overwhelmed by the extreme pain that any attempt to pry her arm away was useless, within about 10 seconds he began shaking and convulsing then went unconscious. Irene took his legs, straddled them and finished the macho fighter with some stomps to destroy what was left after her first attack. Monika and Irene met on the floor, both equipped with weapons, dressed in male jeans and their crotches bulging with the male cups they wore underneath. Since Musar-al-Bahrein was a uniform production site, the men here wore regular male jeans and regular briefs (tighty-whities for the recruits and tighty-greys for regular soldiers etc.) so that Monika and Irene wore now regular male briefs – marked with the intimate traces of their former owners. In many other castles along the frontline, where uniforms were scarce and the losses high due to permanent fights, most men were dressed in captured Amazon bikini panties and Amazon stretch jeans. The tight fit of Amazon uniforms held the male cups even better in place and would have been favorable for the revolting girls. Not that the uniforms of the killed young men were too big for the girls, but female uniforms would have been even more sexy due to the tight fit and the more female cut.
Irene carefully entered another room and witnessed how Sergeant Abdulla screwed another slave girl. The girl was on her back, her legs forced apart, while Abdulla lay on top of her and bumped her thoroughly. Not to go any risk and to make noise that would alert the wardens, Irene used her blowtube with a poison dart. Pffffft! The light dart stuck in Abdulla’s naked and exposed asscrack, very close to his hole. Since Abdulla was caught in the act (or sex action), his fast motions and high blood circulation even speeded the intoxication up – and he didn’t even notice it. Only a minute later, he recognized a more and more stinging burning from his asshole further to his sack. Abdulla kept on screwing the girl, but soon the pain paralyzed him completely. He curled up into a ball, and now he noticed the blow-dart in his asscrack. In pain and shock he recognized the fetal weapon and now also Irene standing in the room with and evil smile and proudly showing the blowtube. Abdulla passed out cold and the slave girl – surprised about the sudden change of her fate – thanked Irene and joined the rebellious women.
Also the other slave women had not been lazy. The fact that most men wore no or only badly fitting cups, made it easy. And of course, the men were taken by surprise and in clear majority. Often 3 or 4 girls could attack one men, wind off his weapon, strip down his jeans and armored briefs and care for his vitals. In the beginning, the men were still successful to fight back: Bowmen killed many naked slave girls. But due to the strength in number, the women soon dominated the scene. Since the girls knew that the cups of most K’Mbeles were much to small, they even attacked them by conventional groin-kicks. The well-hung black stallions bent over from getting hit, the expression on their faces was priceless. Their testicles were ill-located between the edge of the XS cup and their crotches and thus were easily trapped outside the cup. The kicks caused the cups to crush the poor testicles really badly! The girls felt their power they had over these men, and more and more women joined the riot, while more and more men were killed or captured. While in the beginning of the fight, naked women had to fight against dressed and armed men, now many girls run around in male uniforms and with weapons, while killed and naked male fighters were spread everywhere. The girls undressed them so that the ball-sacks – being a shapeless pulp and red from the abuse – revealed how these warriors had died.
The surviving wardens quickly surrendered. The women ordered them to throw away their weapons, to strip naked and forced them into a submissive position down on all fours with their legs spread. Now the tender male organs dangled between the legs without any protection so that just one kick would finish any trial to rise against the women. Also the vulnerable assholes of the subdued men were thus offered to the victorious girls. As sign of submission, other captured men had to lay down on their backs with their hands fold behind the neck and the legs squatted and straddled so that their vitals and assholes were completely to the mercy of the women. Many men still felt the pain in their groins from the kicks ad stomps they had received.
Approximately 100 of 250 men had survived the fights and were now captives of the women, while the female slaves had also lost 150 of their 1200 fighters. Since Musar-al-Bahrein was a uniform production site, it was easy to equip all women with underwear and jeans – used or new – while there were only weapons and groin-guards for 200 warriors. The women had also plundered the laundry where dozens of male briefs waited for wash, showing intensive traces after 10 days of permanent wear (that was a typical period for the tighty-whities of recruits and regular soldiers, while officers were allowed to change more often). The underpants of the black K’Mbeles and well-hung Maghraba hunks emitted a strong male smell that turned many girls horny. The briefs of killed men often showed bloody stains resulting from the cock-bleeding after cracking their nuts. All used briefs were kept by the girls as personal prey and motivation for future fights to defeat more men.”
Sandra was the next girl to tell her story: “I have not grown up in slavery, but as free Amazon. One day – we were still recruits – I was captured together with 9 other mates. Our troop was brought to a nearby Maghraba garrison. We girls were all naked, our arms bond on the backs and we walked in a row chained to each other by a cruel male invention, the so-called ‘girl-incapacitator’: A cord to which dildo-shaped anchors were fixed in a regular distance of 0,5m. Each anchor had been pushed into the cunt of a captured girl and then fixed by turning the handle causing sharp barbs to anchor into the tender vagina. So we girls rather waddled than walked with spread legs due to the pain the anchor caused in our vags. Therefore it was easy for the two Maghraba warriors on their horses to survey and lead our troop of 10 captured Amazons. Our weapons and uniforms were stored on a small wagon torn by one of the horses.
As our troop came through a Maghraba settlement, the men and boys cheered while the female slaves looked down in shame seeing us incapacitated. Of course, the always horny young men used the welcome supply of ‘fresh flesh’ and raped our already sore cunts. After we had been fixed again to the incapacitator transport device, 10 boys of the village volunteered to join the Maghraba army impressed by the demonstrated success. The regular soldiers accompanying the transport allowed the 16 to 18 year old boys to put on our captured uniforms. Our tight stretch jeans and white silk bikini panties with intensive traces of female use were spread among the boys. We were amused by their curses as the boys put on our Amazon combat panties: As usual for Amazon panties, those had a double lining in the crotch, a kind of pouch in which either a captured male cup or a female armor plate could be pushed for groin-protection – and our panties were hardened with female “cups”! Putting on the tight stretch panties, the boys had to recognize that the armor was perfectly adapt to a female groin, but didn't offer any cavity for their heavy nut-sacks and squeezed them unpleasantly. It was clear that any kick would smash the proud masculinity between the female guard and the pelvic bone. On the other hand, the armor plate could at least stop a dagger or an arrow and transfer a deadly bolt into an unpleasant groin-strike. Therefore, the boys let the armor plates in the pouches and completed their outfit with tight Amazon stretch jeans and the captured weapons. Since the boys had just raped us and not cleaned their cocks afterwards, our panties received now their first male stains of after-cum.
The newborn warriors walked in a strange way as their balls were squeezed at each step by the armor plate in their much too tight female combat panties. The slave girls of the village laughed clandestinely as they knew that these boys would be quickly finished off in a fight, not only due to their inadequate protection but mainly due to their completely lacking combat experience. The more experienced regular Maghraba soldiers encouraged the boys that a smith would rework their armors at the next garrison and provide real male cups.
Our troop of 10 captured girls and 10 recruit boys plus 2 regular soldiers had hardly left the village, when we were attacked by Amazons. The experienced women had observed their prey for a while and recognized that they had to switch off only the two older Maghrabas on the horses to render the complete troop defenseless. Arrows chirped through the air and pierced the throats of the young men. Both regular soldiers were killed immediately and fell off their horses – their intact groin guards untouched and useless in their briefs. Since the Amazons wanted to capture the inexperienced recruit boys alive, they attacked them in a close fight. The experienced girls had recognized the ill groin protection from the strange waddling of the boys and knew that any precise kick would turn each motivated boy-fighter into a sobbing wreck. The panic-stricken boys gulped in surprise as they encountered well-trained women. The Amazon crotches bulged with pretended masculinity of captured male cups. These girls wore the cups that the boys urgently needed!
Everywhere, the girls scored and boys dropped to the ground howling in pain! The boy who had raped me – Mustafar – was attacked by a gorgeous regular Amazon soldier. He tried to defend with his dagger and swung it against her face and neck. In surprise, the girl dodged backward and fell over a stone on her back. Mustafar used her handicap to come over her in order to drive his dagger into her breast or throat. But the experienced girl used his vulnerable position as he stood with spread legs over her: A loud plop was heard as she stomped her heel upward. His “cup” didn't offer any protection as his virility was smashed between the female guard and his pelvic bone. Mustafar’s motion ceased immediately, he dropped his dagger and his moth flew open as the pain struck his brain. The Amazon send two more furious stomps against his ill-protected groin and that did it: The bold stud writhed uncontrolled on the ground trying to cover his mistreated masculinity with his hands.
Within 5 minutes, all boys were finished. The Amazons bond them and then freed us. After removing the girl-incapacitator from our cunts, and we had the honor to undress the boys that had worn our jeans and panties less than an hour. I took Mustafar’s jeans and panties. The cruel female stomps, kicks and punches had provoked the cocks to mark my bikini panties of innocent white. Traces of male dominance were now a sign of male defeat as we held our panties again in our hands. Soon we felt at home again as our cunts were covered again by the armor plate that perfectly followed the female body curvature. Thinking of how cruel the boys had raped us and how the “Girl incapacitator” had hurt, we knew the right way to lead the captured boys away: The naked and bond boys were forced in a row, and each dildo-shaped anchor was forced into the male cunt of a boy. At first some boys tried to prevent the entrance by clenching their asses, but we simply threatened to rip their ball-sacks off, so that they had to relax their rectums and to allow the unwanted visitor to enter. Moans and very female sounds were heard from the boys as the anchors screwed their paths. The pain filled howling got louder when we fixed the anchors by opening the barbs that hooked into the “cunt flesh” of the boys. We even mocked: “Don't complain, boy! The anchor is nicely lubricated with my juice so you should hardly feel how it slips into your cunt!” I heard one of my mates kidding her captive: “Yeah, must feel nice to be deflowered. After all these years of waiting, you finally lost your virginity! But maybe I’m wrong and some of your mates already screw your nice nozzle regularly?! Yeah, probably this small anchor is much to tiny for your worn out nozzle and you need a big bat to fill your hole!” Another girl commented: “Look at this one here! He is a real bottom! Look how he presents and shoves his tight bums for that the anchor slips in even deeper!”
Now, the young men were completely defenseless, ashamed and demoralized, and even one single girl could control and lead away the whole troop of captured boys tied together by the “Girl incapacitator”. – Or shall be better call it a “Boy incapacitator”?! Of course, we didn't forget to take weapons and uniforms of the two killed regular soldiers. Underneath their jeans, they wore regular grey cotton briefs with prominently bulging male cups in the front pouch. (The young girls at home would pay high prices to buy original Maghraba combat equipment with male traces of wear.) Not to leave these men the honor to be buried with intact masculinity, the older Amazons used their daggers to cut off the last piece of male pride.”