Amazons and Hominians (Northmanen), 5-61 - 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). Both sides fought with interchanging success and tried to hire more soldiers and train them better (5-58 – 5-60).
Among many other Maghrabas, Mehmet, a 27-years-old corporal, had been captured by the Amazons and was their slave for several months. Like all slaves he had been circumcised to take him away the foreskin as sign of a free-born man. And of course, he had been abused, raped and humiliated regularly. For luck, the castle where he was kept was captured again by the male armies. Now he was sent home for a week to recover before he would join another battalion.
As he came home, his younger stepbrother Rohan – a 18-year-old recruit – mocked what a wimp Mehmet was for having been captured and even been raped by girlies. Rohan had just begun his training and had never fought against a woman. So far, he had not even learned about the tenderness of his male organs and how to protect them. He stood in front of Mehmet in his worn out recruit jeans with significant piss and sperm stains in the light-blue jeans-cloth and provoked his older stepbrother even more: “They say you guys have been raped by these slender girlies?! I don't even know how it should be possible to rape a man! I mean, we don't have orifices like a cunt or so.”
Mehmet was pissed off by the arrogant behavior of his rookie stepbrother who had no idea of a real combat. How could he mock of him, a man 9 years older and much higher in rank?! In rage, Mehmet grabbed his stepbrother’s wrists and rammed his knee 2 or 3 times into Rohan’s package. Rohan’s eyes and mouth flew open, he was completely stunned and couldn't breathe anymore from the shock and pain. He had never before been hit right there, and the tenderness of his masculinity was a bad surprise for him. Without any defense, he dropped to his knees. Mehmet let go his hands, but simultaneously reached from behind between Rohan’s legs and grabbed his defenseless package, before Rohan brought down his hands to protect it. With some encouraging squeezing and stretching of the ball-sack, Mehmet easily forced Rohan down on all fours.
Mehmet kneed now right behind his stepbrother with his hand in convenient control of Rohan’s balls. He looked right at Rohan’s tight bum. Being in complete control, Mehmet pushed his stepbrother over a bench and used his free hand to bond Rohan’s hands against the backrest so that Rohan was immobilized. In triumph, he squeezed his stepbrother’s sore ball-sack again and threatened him: “You cannot imagine how a man can be raped?! OK, you’ll learn it now!”
Mehmet reached around Rohan’s hips and opened the buttons of his jeans. He drew them down to Rohan’s knees and finally stripped them completely, followed by his white regular recruit briefs (so-called tighty-whities). In the training camp, recruits were taught discipline and modesty, so that they were allowed to change their briefs only once in a weeks and the jeans even more rarely. Therefore Rohan’s briefs showed very masculine stains. Mehmet smiled in triumph: The sperm stains prove that his young stepbrother was already a man, but now, he would also learn about his female side! Mehmet spit against Rohan’s asscrack for lubrication. He watched how his saliva run down his stepbrother’s crevice till it reached his asshole. Then, he used his index and middle finger to enter and widen Rohan’s “cunt entrance”. Rohan had never been touched there before and moaned and shrieked from the unknown mixture of pleasure and pain. As Mehmet’s fingers entered deeper and deeper and touched his stepbrother’s G-spot, Rohan got to know a new feeling – and to his own surprise, his cock rose up! There was another wave of pain when Mehmet redrew his fingers off Rohan’s anus, just to enter it again with his hung cock! Rohan moaned from the pain and humiliation of being raped, while Mehmet and enjoyed the feeling of total power. It didn't take long till he came and pumped his male cream into Rohan’s cunt.
Mehmet stood up and looked down at his beaten and humiliated stepbrother. Mehmet’s man-milk run down Rohan’s asscrack proving that Mehmet was the dominant man and had marked his territory. “Now you know, how a man can be defeated by his own masculinity and raped!” And grabbing Rohan’s dirty tighty-whities he added: “I better keep those as nice souvenir of this fight.” Rohan tried to protest: “But I only got these briefs. If you take them, I don’t have any underwear!” Remembering the arrogant mocking of his young brother, Mehmet answered harshly: “So capture some briefs from a mate. Or better: Fight against an Amazon and capture some jeans and underwear as you have already done with your big mouth!”
The next day, Rohan went to his military training as usual. It just felt strange to wear the jeans without underwear, but Rohan thought to capture some briefs as his step-brother had recommended. And he was eager to test the dirty tricks his stepbrother had involuntarily taught him. The chance came quickly, because the first lesson for the recruits was hand-to-hand combat. Today, Rohan had to fight with Bijan, a black K’Mbele. Bijan was a 16-year-old recruit like him, similar in size but by far more muscular, so that Bijan was sure to win this fight. Rohan had never before looked for another boys crotch, but now he studied Bijan’s prominent bulge – the point of masculinity and of highest vulnerability as Rohan knew now. Bijan didn't even think of protecting his tender groin, because the boys in the military school had never attacked each other’s balls. Most of the boys didn't even really know or care that they were easy to defeat with a precise shot against the male bulge.
Bijan approached Rohan with his hands up to protect his face and chest. His legs were widely spread to have safe standing leaving his hung package defenseless and open for an attack. Rohan would not waist much time and force in a regular box-fight. He quickly jumped against the boy, grabbed his arms to immobilize him and swung his shin against Bijan’s prominent bulge! Bijan’s eyes seemed to pop out of their caves and his mouth flew open for a silent scream. His hands were immobilized by Rohan, so that he could not reach for the source of pain. Before he understood what was happening, Rohan grabbed for Bijan’s masculinity. Since Bijan was well endowed, his package was easy to grab and squeeze. Bijan was completely helpless, so that Rohan could easily throw him to ground still maintaining the grip on his male organs! Bijan was at his mercy and surrendered quickly.
The other boys of his class shouted that this was a dirty trick and illegal, but the teacher – a corporal by rank – explained that in a real fight nothing is illegal: “It’s just the effectiveness of your strikes what counts. Seems that Rohan has already learnt something more than you guys. You can be sure that the Amazons will attack you exactly the same way. Later you will learn how to defend against such attacks, and you’ll also receive a groin-guard to protect your jewellery!”
Meanwhile, Rohan had forced Bijan to open the button and zip of his jeans. Bijan wore captured Amazon stretch jeans that were tight around his prominent package. With some efforts, Rohan got Bijan out of them, always maintaining a firm grip on the boy’s package. He had changed his hand into Bijan’s briefs for that he could easier strip the boy off. Bijan lay now nearly naked in front of him. His tighty-whities looked as dirty as Rohan’s after 2 weeks of permanent wear. Even the outside of the white fabric was yellowish at the “cock-zone”. A strong male smell exhaled from Bijan’s recruit-briefs that was increased when Rohan stripped them down. Proudly Rohan raised his arm with the captured tighty-whities. Now he had a closer look at Bijan’s still captured package, because it was the first time that he saw a black boy naked. Bijan was completely mature and both his cock and balls impressive in size. His cock was uncut as of all free-born men; only Amazon slaves were cut. The skin was dark-brown and unlike his own private area only lightly covered with curly hairs. The intimate smell was strong and even increased as Rohan drew back Bijan’s foreskin, an action that seemed to be very unpleasant for Bijan probably to a visible phimosis.
His class-mates had never seen such a behavior before and muttered how unfair, dishonorable and indecent it was to strip Bijan in front of everybody and how strange to capture a mate’s underwear. But again, the teacher explained what this was a normal behavior in a regular fight against the Amazons: “They will also strip you naked and thus render you defenseless and wear your captured uniforms, even your smelly briefs. And for sure, you will do the same to them and proudly capture and wear Amazon panties! As you see, Rohan has stripped Bijan naked and thus overwhelmed him. A naked man is not a fighter anymore, but a slave. Whenever you want to surrender to Amazons, you have to throw away your weapons and strip down your uniforms and tighty-whities offering your defenseless packages to the women. This way, you may save your lives, but you'll lose your honor.”
Some days later, the combat lesson was continued with some fights against slave women. The first trainings partner Jessica was a gorgeous woman of nearly 30 years. She was not of the kind of slave girls hoping for a revolution and dreaming of an Amazon reign, quite the contrary! She enjoyed her time with the men, her training, the permanent change of her being dominant over men (also sexually) and sometimes being dominated. That’s why she trained the men to support them and to prevent an Amazon conquest. Definitely, she was not keen on having a female boss to give her orders, nor on being sent into a mortal combat.
The boys gulped as they saw gorgeous woman in her worn-out tight stretch-jeans. The yellow crotch seam highlighted her female allures. Since all slave girls in the fortress were normally naked, it was the first time that the boys saw a woman dressed in combat uniform. Two boys, Demir and Rashid, were chosen to fight her. Both Maghraba boys were just dressed in jeans and recruit tighty-whities underneath, no T-shirts, no shoes and especially no cups. Looking and their vulnerable natural bulges in the worn-out jeans, Jessica smiled in anticipation: These 16-year-old boys were already mature and their male functions surely worked, however, they could not control their body functions yet. Often Jessica knew their body reactions better than they! And as expected, Jessica observed the bulges of both boys getting larger as the boys studied their opponent.
Demir attacked Jessica from behind and grabbed both of her arms, while Rashid stormed from front against her. Jessica was disappointed: These boys were fully developed between the legs, but had no sense to protect this treasure! Jessica legs were free, and she swung her left leg up right against Rashid’s fully exposed treasure box in front of her. Rashid howled in pain, but before he could fall to ground, he received a second kick against his head. Jessica used the same leg to stomp up behind her hitting Demir right between his spread legs. Demir immediately release her arms, and Jessica gave Demir a ball-grab, squeeze and twist before he let him collapse as well.
Jessica approached now Rashid who was trying to regain senses and to pick oneself up from the ground. With her right arm, she grabbed the upper body of the boy for that he could not break out, then she used her stretched out hand for a precise strike against his bulging masculinity. While Rashid fell back to the ground like a sack of potatoes, Jessica explained to the class: “This was the so-called spatula strike. I only applied a very light strike. If performed with more power, it can smash your balls and therefore kill a man. Typically it is applied twice to crack both nuts, while I only stunned Rashid’s left ball.” It was clear that Rashid was finished so that Jessica went back to Demir. The boy tried to recover and to get to his feet, because he didn't want to give in yet. But he was still weak enough that Jessica easily threw him to his back, grabbed his legs, spread them and sat in between them, so that Demir’s organs were fully exposed. Again, she explained her actions to the audience: “Now I show you the effect of a twin-strike, where I spread my fingers during the blow to crush both love-plums at once!” Poor Demir was the victim of her demonstration. After this strike, all fight had left him. As his mate Rashid, he was just semi-conscious and just an observer of his own fate now.
Jessica pulled the bodies of both boys in a parallel position. With obvious routine she undressed both. Demir wore regular Hominian cotton-briefs (tighty-whities) underneath, while Rashid had white Amazon spandex panties. After 2 weeks of permanent wear, both underpants showed visible traces of male use in the front lining, the cock-zone. Jessica was thinking of keeping the captured briefs, but she already had a huge collection of marked male underwear, and she could capture rookie briefs every day. The briefs of a Captain or Major would be much more interesting, not just because of the rank, but also because unlike these boys here, a Captain or Major was a real man turning her on sexually. So, she put Demir’s smelly briefs over Rashid’s head and vice-versa, so that each boy had now to breathe through the smelly cock-zone of his mate. Jessica just commented: “I hope you like each other very much! Must be stimulating to taste the intimate smell of a mate!” At these words, she began to shake both cocks. The teenage recruits were full of hormones, and their active, juvenile cocks answered immediately to the stimulation. Each boy inhaled the strong intimate smell of his mate, and of course both tried to imagine that this was the cunt-smell of Jessica instead of sperm smell and cock-cheese. Jessica’s skilful fingers did an excellent job and the male reaction of Rashid and Demir came within 2 minutes. Observed by their schoolmates, both boys shot their loads on their stomachs.
Jessica had finished. Just a last thing to make her feel completed: She grabbed the tender ball-sacks of both male fighters and forced them into a 69 position. On her order, each boy licked up the cum of his mate. Jessica mocked: “Be grateful that I didn't force you to give each other a blow-job. Now you just have to lick each other’s stomach. Seeing your tight but dirty bums, I think I’ll force you next time to give each other some rimming. I guess your cunts could need some cleaning! And just as a proposal to reduce the skid-marks in your briefs: Try some panty liners or sanitary tampons to reduce your cunt-flux!” The other boys in the class were shocked how easily and thoroughly Jessica had overwhelmed and degraded their mates!
It was no surprise that Jessica had finished the rookies so easily. But now, she had to show how she performed against a real man. Mazlum, a 23-year-old Private stood ready for a show-fight. Jessica was also a Privette by rank; interestingly this rank had been given her by the male armies (AMA) and not by the Amazons. It was the teacher’s intention to show his schoolboys how a man could defend and also attack a woman in a close fight. Since the boys had now learnt how easily they could be switched off by attacking their groins, now they should also learn how to protect them. Mazlum opened his jeans and pushed them down to his knees. According to his rank, he wore golden spandex retropants – the male version of captured Amazon spandex bikini panties. His natural bulge looked strong, but now even the schoolboys knew how sensitive it was. The teacher handed Mazlum a metal cup that he had shown and explained to his class before. Mazlum pushed it into the pouch of his retropants between the interlining and the outer golden stretch nylon. He tested the correct position with some punches against his groin. Perfect! He closed his jeans again.
Jessica demanded a cup for herself as well, since Mazlum’s vital parts were protected now. Under the intensive staring of the schoolboys, she opened and pushed down her jeans. Underneath she wore golden bikini panties. The boys gulped as they saw the shiny fabric moulding around her Venus Mound. A clear camel toe marked her tender labia. As before Mazlum, now Jessica pushed a male cup in between the two layers of her panties, so that her crotch bulged now with pretended masculinity. Jessica checked the correct position of her cunt-protector and closed her jeans. Many schoolboys showed now a raging boner. Jessica just grinned as she already knew the effect she had on men and especially on always horny teen recruits.
Mazlum had seen that Jessica’s cunt was now protected, but he knew that the female body offered some further vital points that were unguarded – especially Jessica’s tits and ovaries. (Her male cup sat too low to cover anything above her Venus Mound.) Using this knowledge, Mazlum sent a straight punch against Jessica’s tits that crumpled her. Finding a hole in her defense, he brought in a second strike against her belly button smashing her ovaries for good. With an audible moan, Jessica sank to her knees.
Mazlum grinned in anticipation believing he had already won the fight. As he approached the cowering Jessica, she suddenly jumped up and delivered a straight punch against his chin. (Jessica knew that a fisticuff against his virility made no sense due his good protection.) Mazlum saw some stars on a dark sky and stumbled backward without orientation. Jessica didn't wait for him to recover but drove a second punch against his sternum that sent Mazlum to the ground sprawled on his back. Quick as a cat, Jessica jumped on him pinning him with a reverse face sit. Her legs blocked his arms and her ass sat comfortable on Mazlum’s face muffling all sounds from him. Mazlum’s nose was right in the crossing of her crotch-seams, right where only women but not men leave intimate stains – and Jessica’s worn out jeans were soaked with her juices since she changed her panties like the men only once in two weeks and her jeans even more rarely. Mazlum inhaled her strong female smell while Jessica was working on his belt and jeans to get into them. Soon her hand slipped inside his retropants underneath his disturbing cup and closed around his ball-sack. The male warrior was in her hands!
As Mazlum recognized the dangerous situation, he tried desperately to break out, but Jessica just increased her pressure on the captured meat-balls and ordered: “You better give in, boy! I have never seen a fight which the man had won after the girl brought his balls under control. You only risk getting killed or at least sterile. It’s easy for me to squeeze till you’ll lose consciousness!” After some more seconds of violent squeeze and twisting, Mazlum was finished and gave in his fate. As ordered by Jessica, he didn't resist when Jessica opened his jeans and tugged them down to his knees followed by his golden, sparkling pants with the male armor. Now his masculinity was completely offered to Jessica who was still towering above the defeated male fighter with her crotch still in his face. Her intimate smell had already done the job so that Mazlum’s cock stood at full-mast!
Jessica didn't have to think about which humiliation she could do to him: She was so horny that she would screw him and teach the schoolboys about the female parts of the male body. At first, Jessica showed Mazlum over to a pole, forced him flat on his back and bonded his arms to the pole so that he couldn't break out. Then she undressed her victim and asked the teacher to bring her double-dildo from her hut. As the teacher couldn't stand Mazlum, he did it with pleasure. To bring herself into mood, Jessica sniffed on the inner lining of Mazlum’s golden retropants. Yeah, this was a real man who produced a male hormone smell – not like these teen boys that she normally trained who just left pee stains in their briefs. To the delight of the recruit boys, Jessica stripped naked and fingered her cunt to get moist. The teacher brought her V-shaped double-dildo, and Jessica inserted one side into her awaiting vag while the other part protruded from her like a real penis. Now she approached helpless Mazlum, who lay still on his back, she grabbed his legs and tucked them up so that Mazlum’s ass was now exposed and defenseless.
Jessica guided her wooden penis into Mazlum’s rectum – his “cunt” as Jessica explained to the recruit boys – and she screwed him more and more powerful. She used his cowered legs as rest for her body so that she could screw him in the classic priest position and look him straight in the eyes. To the amazement of the boys, Mazlum showed a raging boner – from the “G-spot” (prostate) stimulation as Jessica explained. Jessica got more and more into a sexual rush and drove in her ecstasy her spear more and more violently into her victim. Mazlum screamed partly from pain, partly from lust as Jessica hammered the rhythm of her female orgasm into him. Both came nearly simultaneously. The recruit boys had watched the whole scene in silent amazement, but the spreading stains in the washed-out jeans cloth showed that most of them had been stimulated and enjoyed the “fight” as well! When Jessica yanked her dildo out of Mazlum’s hole and stood up proudly showing her “boner” crowned with Mazlum’s ass-juice, there was no doubt who is the master of this ring! Mazlum still lay broken fettered on the pole, his male cream running over his chest and his “cunt” and balls sore from the experienced abuse, when Jessica left the scene with Mazlum’s captured retropants and jeans.
In the lesson of armed battle during the discussion about the risk of Amazon crossbow archers, a recruit raised the question why the warriors of the Allied Male Armies were not completely dressed in armor, but only wore “nutshells” as protection. The teacher answered clearly:
“The lack of metal doesn’t allow such waste. It is hard enough to provide metal cups and swords for all men.
A fully-body armor would slow down and exhaust the men so that they were even more prone to the Amazon attacks.
75% of all killed men die from attacks against their virility; the rest dies after warhammer strokes against the skull, strangulation or arrows into the throat, breast etc. This shows that women naturally attack our man-meat, and this is the part that needs protection; the rest of our body is for them of little interest in a fight. We equip our horsemen with helmets since they are often attacked by warhammers of Amazon equestrians.
Astonishingly, only 25% of all men are killed by a direct shot against their cups, proving that in principle the male intimate armor works, but also has room for improvement to reduce the number of victims. Nearly 25% of the losses are due to a knife or archer attack against the asscrack, whereby the prostrate and ballsack is slashed from behind. Shockingly, most men are not aware of this danger and present their unguarded asses to the Amazons. Only few men wear a so called anal-shield, mostly captured from Amazon fighters (who recognized this danger earlier). We are now introducing new combat briefs that have a front pouch for the male cup and a pouch along the asscrack for the rear protection! While the male cup only comes in standard sizes of XS to XXL, the anal plate armor can be adapted to the individual curvature.
The remaining 25% of killed men are often overwhelmed in a close fight, partly in fights where the women are in majority. Once a man is knocked down, the Amazons will strip down his jeans and combat briefs and abuse his naked masculinity. To this category we also count the attacks with the ball-tackle (also called nut-hook), a dagger that is bent back by 150°. Trained girls can guide it between a man’s legs and hook it underneath the rear end of the eggcup. When they pull the ball-tackle forward, the blade will slash the man-meat. You can recognize the jeans and underwear of victims of such an attack as they are slashed right between the legs, where the cup usually ends. They look differently from jeans of men died from archers, where the uniforms have holes on front or along the asscrack.”
At the same time, some hundreds miles away in an Amazon training camp, the female teacher explained her recruits the typical wounds and losses. The distribution of attacked body-parts and the need for protection for the female body was a bit different:
“Men instinctively attack our female organs rather than of our unprotected body parts like skull, throat and breast. The female triangle, i .e. the Venus Mons seems to be especially provocative for the men, since mostly they try to attack this area by knife or bow. However, the success is low, because this area is guarded by a thick armor – either by a captured male cup as most of you wear, or by a pelvic armor plate that is even better adapted to the needs of a woman and reaches from the belly button far between the legs. Wearing a captured male cup often has a psychologic advantage in a fight, because opponent men instinctively know that these cups are taken from other men and what happened to the balls of these men! (The teacher and some recruits giggled.) The problem with theses eggcups is that they are designed for men and often don’t reach far enough between the legs to protect our cunt at full length. That’s why many Amazons die from knife attacks from behind targeting the anus or rear part of the vag. The female perineum is easily slashed and the effect mostly fatal. Therefore we equip more and more of our fighters with special anal shield that also close the deadly gap above the perineum.
This is very important, because we found that more than 60% of our victims die from an attack (mostly arrows, but also daggers) against the anal or vaginal area which are very close together. Less than 20% die after a shot into the ovaries – i .e. right above the end of a male cup. The female pelvic plate provide here better protection. Amazingly, we have only few victims due to shots into the breast (even though they are a symbol of femininity!), maybe because most Amazons wear an ironclad bra, or maybe because the men instinctively attack the lower female parts. The remaining 20 – 25% of killed Amazons die from strokes of maces or swords, from strangulation etc.”
Meanwhile many women had joined the Male Armies, partly female slaves, partly captured or defected Amazons. These women had a regular rank and wore uniforms and were mostly employed in recruit training camps as combat teachers. Fatima was one of these female teachers and had the rank of a Corporalette. Last week, some 400 new recruits arrived to her training camp – young men that had been bought as slaves from nearby countries, most of them black like the K’Mbeles or brown with short curly hair like the Maghrabas. These young men were very aggressive, horny and eager for combat – just as you would expect from men that are drilled for a fight against Amazons. And they permanently tried to approach or even rape the women in this camp, no matter whether slave women or superior officers.
Despite her combat skills, yesterday night Fatima became victim of 3 new recruits and was now thirsty for revenge. She had clearly recognized these guys, and even though they were not in her class, she easily found them in another class, especially because these guys were boasting how they had screwed the teacher! Fatima changed classes with another female teacher so that she could teach these 3 guys a lesson – literally! As there were only theoretic lessons on the curriculum for today, the young men in this class just wore recruit-white nylon shorts, no further underwear nor cups, so that their masculinity could be easily recognized, touched and grabbed through the thin cloth.
Instead of giving a theoretic lecture, Fatima announced to train unarmed combat and challenged Mustafa – one of her rapist – for a fight. Mustafa’s muscular body shone with sweat on this hot day. His heavy package dangled without support in his nylon-shorts that were semitransparent with sweat. Seeing his lacking protection, Fatima announced to abstain from her female guard as well. Much to the delight of the recruits, she opened her tight fitting jeans and reached for the front-pouch of her medium-blue bikini briefs (the color of her rank as Corporal). Carefully she drew the female pelvic guard off the pouch and laid this flat female “cup” on the table. The boys gulped as they now recognized her Camel Toe. Fatima closed the zip of her jeans again and put off the protective cups of her bra. Then, she stood ready for combat.
Mustafa was very optimistic to win this fight. After all, he had already taken her (in every sense!) last night. Trusting in his muscular young body, he came in hard against her. Fatima could hardly block his punches and kicks. He drove a powerful kick against her abdomen that even sent Fatima to her knees. Seeing his chance to win, Mustafa approached his victim to stomp her tender body to finish her on the ground. Still on her knees, Fatima knew what to do when Mustafa’s unprotected package was suddenly close to her face! She rushed her stretched out hand several times straight against the tender target! After the first stunning strikes, she even grabbed his plums through the thin nylon cloth and squeezed, twisted and ripped with all her might. Just a strange and very girlish howling was heard from Mustafa. Before she let him go, Fatima crushed his nuts another time in the palm of her hand. Dizzy and his hands tightly pressed against his package, Mustafa stumbled backwards some meters. Spittle ran from his mouth. While the other recruits thought that Mustafa just needed some rest and would fight again after a minute, Fatima recognized from his glazed look that she had killed him and that there was only dead meat in his shorts. The muscular young fighter dropped to his knees, the spittle still drooling from his mouth. With a superior grin, Fatima stood up, walked behind Mustafa and grabbed his both upper arms to drag his hands away from his groin. The other recruits murmured with surprise and disbelief when they saw Mustafa’s crotch soaked with his blood! Fatima explained with calm and cold voice: “This is what happens if you mess with a girl without protection for you virility! The girl easily cracks your nuts and kills you! Do you see his drooling cock?! Mustafa’s last virile cream and blood leaves the cracked eggs!” Then, she released Mustafa’s arms, and the young man collapsed on the ground. Some more involuntary convulsion from him, and he was gone. Fatima ordered some recruits to strip his bloody shorts (that she presented on the teacher’s desk) and to drag his lifeless body out of the arena.
As next rapist, Fatima ordered Kadir into the ring. After having seen the fate of his mate, Kadir was very afraid and knew about the tenderness of his unprotected virility. Fatima grinned with superiority and offered him protection for his “little ding-dong” as she called it. She threw a protective cup to him and laughed at his futile trials to put it into his loose nylon-shorts. Of course, the cup didn’t find any hold and fell down through the leg-opening of the shorts. Foreseeing this problem, Fatima had brought some recruit tighty-whities from the laundry. To humiliate the young man, she had purposely chosen very dirty cotton briefs that had been worn at least 10 days and nights. She threw the stained briefs to Kadir: “Better try to fix the cup with these on!” Kadir took the stained tighty-whities and was immediately stunned by the intensive male smell. Of course he was disgusted by the idea to hang his cock into the cotton marked by another man, but knew that he had no chance in the fight without these briefs as cup-holder. Therefore he stripped his nylon-shorts and put on the smelly tighty-whities. To avoid the direct contact between his privates and the foreign cock-stains, he didn’t use the designed front-pouch, but put the cup directly into the briefs next to his privates, so that his cock and balls just touched the metal-shield and not the cotton. This was exactly what Fatima expected and she was happy that therefore his cup was only partly in proper position.
Fatima announced that she will also take care of protection and pushed the titty-cups again in her bra. Much to the pleasure of the recruits, she opened her jeans again and showed her shiny medium-blue bikini briefs. Carefully she pushed the female pelvic guard into the front-pouch so that her Camel Toe was replaced by the smooth and firm structure of her female shield. To provoke some more boners in the audience, she even commented: “I’ll push the cunt-guard as deep as possible to make sure it protects my slit at full length!”
Now she stepped into the ring and invited Kadir to attack her. With the protection for his virility, Kadir was confident not to share Mustafa’s fate and trusted in his muscular young body. Again, the man clearly dominated the fight in the beginning, especially since Fatima was already somewhat exhausted after the first fight. Kadir sent some hard fists and kicks against the gorgeous teacher and forced her into a defense position. But Fatima still had some cards to play and sent a crooked punch down to the edge of the boy’s cup. What looked useless to the recruits in the audience was in fact meant to displace the hunk’s cup in the hope to drive his nuts in the dangerous position between his pelvis and the edge of the cup where they could be easily cracked. Therefore Fatima added an upward knee against his groin. There was an audible plop from his jumping cup, and Kadir stumbled backward – only slightly hurt. He grabbed for the waistband of his briefs and tugged it upward to have a good hold for his cup again.
Angry about her failure, Fatima rushed against the young man and got through with a hard strike against his sternum. Another strike against his chin and throat stunned Kadir enough for that Fatima could whirl around him. Her hand reached for his asscrack and further between his legs. Through the thin nylon-cloth of his loose shorts she could easily grab the crotch of his briefs underneath and tear them sideward in order to make the cup fall down. She could not finish her work, because Kadir broke free. He only got some steps away from her, when his motion suddenly halted. Though he reassumed combat position, his face showed pain and his legs were remarkably spread as if he couldn’t close them. Fatima grinned devilishly. For the Corporalette it was clear that she had shifted the hunk’s cup so much to the right that his left ball had dropped down and was now between his thigh and the edge of the cup. Each of Kadir’s motion would squeeze his ill-placed plum!
Kadir tried to reach down to rearrange his equipment, but Fatima didn’t give him the time to do so! Head down, she rushed against him! She pile-drove her head into the boy’s stomach and threw him down by her assault. Fatima was still standing above Kadir, grabbed both legs of the supine macho, forced them apart and stomped his groin again and again hoping to rupture the testicle outside the cup! Many recruits from the audience jumped up from their seats to see the spectacle, their semi-transparent white nylon-shorts stood up like a tent, whereby their boners formed the central pole! Obviously they enjoyed the fight!
Fatima followed with some arched kicks against the macho’s groin in order to move the cup to send it for a destructive ride over Kadir’s masculinity. At that time the muscular boy was already significantly weakened and a mixture of blood and spittle drooled from his mouth. Obviously, Fatima’s kicks had already done some damage on his virile vital point, because Kadir was twitching in uncontrolled convulsions and his shrieks sounded already very girlish! Fatima saw that it was time to finish him and kneeled between his opened legs. Through his semitransparent thin nylon cloth she perfectly recognized the cup-bulge and the slipped-out testicle that was not even covered by the cotton-briefs. “Hayeee!” Fatima’s stretched out hand crushed his already semi-cracked nut! Kadir’s eyes flew open, and he starred in disbelieve at the gorgeous female teacher who had taken his virility. No sound, just blood and spittle run from his mouth. Some more jerks went through his magnificent young body, when his torso dropped backward to the mat! Game over for this fighter!
Fatima stood up and invited her last opponent Suleiman into the ring. He had seen, how Fatima had destroyed the masculinity and lives of his comrades, but instead of losing his faith, he was thirsty for revenge and saw his clear advantage in the fatigue the previous fights had left on Fatima. When Fatima ordered him to the ring, he answered defiantly that he cannot fight her without a protective cup. Fatima answered: “I agree that men cannot compete against women in a fight without protection for their tender ballsies. OK. Take what you need from your wrecked mate!” Hesitantly, Suleiman walked to Kadir’s dead body and stripped his buddy’s nylon-shorts, followed by his smelly tighty-whities. He was amazed to see Kadir’s cock still bleeding, when he picked his protective cup. Suleiman cleaned the inside of the cup from Kadir’s blood and sperm and then pushed it into the front-pouch of the cotton-briefs. When he stripped his own shorts, Fatima glanced at his endowed package and recognized that his left testicle was bigger and hung lower. “Maybe this one is easier to grab and pop!” Fatima thought, while Suleiman put on the stained briefs, making sure the cup contained all of his male organs. Before he put on his nylon-shorts again, Fatima tossed some recruit-jeans to him: “I even brought you these here to keep you ballsies better in place!” Suleiman put on the jeans and tested his protection with some fisticuffs. In fact the cup in the briefs plus the tightfitting jeans gave him perfect protection.
Not waiting for a further invitation, Suleiman immediately attacked Fatima. Not just he was physically stronger but also less exhausted. He place a perfect kick against the teacher’s tits that hurt her despite her protective bra. Another kick against her midsection crippled Fatima and made her drop to her knees. While Suleiman whirled over her, Fatima sent a fisticuff from below against his crotch – that beside a plop-sound from Suleiman’s cup didn’t show any effect. The bold young man even mocked: “You slattern should not have given me such a good protection! Now you gonna lose the fight, and I’ll screw you like yesterday night!” These words made Fatima really angry and gave her a power she didn’t expect from herself anymore:
She grabbed Suleiman’s legs causing him to fall backward on the ground. Quick as a cat, Fatima jumped for him and fired some fists against the man’s sternum and throat. Then, she whirled around and dived on his head in a reverse face-sit! Suleiman’s nose and face was badly hit by her metal cunt-guard and he was stunned by her intensive, sour and very female smell. Fatima fixed the boy’s arms as good as possible with her legs, while her hands quickly opened his jeans. Her right hand dived into his protective briefs and took control of the stud’s most masculine possessions, while her left hand worked his jeans further down to have free access. The recruits in the audience stood up to see better what she was doing, but beside Suleiman’s involuntary convulsions and the intensive movement of his cup-bulge, there was nothing to see! Obviously the female teacher was doing a good job, because Suleiman’s trials to buck her off became more and more shy, and his screams sounded now very female! It was already Fatima’s 3rd fight and the stimulation from the scenery had provoked some ejaculations in the audience so that the nylon-shorts of many recruits were now wetted with male cream and not just semi-transparent anymore!
“Hayeee!” Suddenly, Fatima jumped up in triumph. She raised her bloody hand, in which a ripped off ball-sack could be recognized at the second glance! The recruit-boys moaned in shock and acknowledgement, while Suleiman shrieked at high voice and his body twitched uncontrollably! Fatima explained with a calm voice: “You have already seen two studs die after I smashed their plums. I don’t need to explain that from the biologic view there is no sense for a man to live without this here!” She raised her hand with the ripped-off trophy even higher. Then she walked back to her victim and put her foot on his now empty and useless cup-bulge. While Suleiman was twitching in his last fatal convulsions, Fatima ate with pleasure the captured man-meat! She was thinking of the slave-girls who would later have to wash Suleiman’s bloody and stained tighty-whities. Probably the girls would think that these briefs came home from a combat-division who had lost men in a fight. But the answer was easier: These were the remnants of macho recruits who messed with a female teacher!
