Amazon Expansion By Hardie hardiewh@aol.com A sequel to the Homian series, in which the Amazon girls go on the offensive. (This story contains scenes of violence and is meant to be read by adults only.) "There are six of them," said the messenger, "young women of the plains, seeking succour in our Amazon lands. They've brought these huge animals with them, they call 'horses'. Like our donkeys, only bigger, and so strong and fast. Well, Anesta, the Border Patrol Leader, thought you'd like to know immediately. 'Ask Princess Lida to come straight away' she said. 'These horses are going to make our army even more formidable than it is already!'" ....................... Princess Lida brought the horse to a halt. All the Amazon girls had been brought up to ride on donkeys, but this was something else! Her face was flushed from the potent sexual experience of having a huge male animal between her thighs, its back massaging her clit. with every muscular movement. However, it was the military potential of the animals that excited her more. The plains girls had told her all they knew about how the horses were used by the male warriors who fought over the vast expanse of the lands beyond the Amazons' mountain home. The smaller forces, raiding and scouting parties, rode on the backs of the beasts and used their horses to travel swiftly over long distances. The larger forces, such as the King's armies, used the horses for mobility but also to pull vehicles called chariots. These were basically small, two-wheeled carts used as fighting platforms by two men. One controlled the horse pulling the chariot, the other man fired arrows, or hurled javelins from the cart into the ranks of the enemy. "Does no one fight from the backs of the horses?" asked Lida. "Sometimes, they try," answered one of the girls, "but it's too difficult. As soon as you take your hands off the reins, it becomes very hard to keep you balance on a galloping horse." "That's why I sent for you, Princess," said Anesta. "After my mother lost her hand in battle, she had her slaves make a device which enabled her to ride on her donkey one-handed and still retain perfect control. The device fitted over the donkey's back, then footrests hung down on either side. Mother called them 'stirrups'. With her feet in the stirrups , she had no trouble keeping her balance on the donkey, and could control its reins with one hand quite easily. If we could ride the horses like that, we could have one hand free to use our weapons to kill our male enemies!" Now Princess Lida had tried out the device and realised the awesome military potential of being able to use horses as vehicles of war. All she had to do now was acquire the horses! ........................ The men didn't know what hit them! For two weeks they'd been tracking the missing plains girls, determined to bring them back to their lives of slavery. Twenty-five male warriors, riding their horses up the narrow valley which led eventually to the Amazon border. "Now!" shouted Anesta. A dozen young, female archers suddenly materialised out of the fern-clad hillside. Arrows whirred through the air and thudded into male bodies. Men went down, screaming in agony as the wicked shafts tore through their flesh. Horses and men milled around in confusion as another volley struck down more male victims. Then, from almost under the horses' noses, a dozen more girls, dressed in their brief, leather, fighting skirts and halter tops, sprang from their hiding places, daggers drawn, and threw themselves at the survivors. Men were dragged from their mounts by the Amazons. As the bewildered male warriors were brought to the ground, lithe young girls sprang on top of them. Smoothly tanned, female thighs straddled heaving, muscular, male chests. The nubile young girls held their victims by the hair, then plunged their daggers into the men's throats. In less than five minutes it was all over. Twenty-five men lay dead as the girls led their horses away. ........................ One of the plains girls, Anona, guided the party of thirty mounted Amazons to the muster point for the Lord of Syrenia's forces. Here, every year at the same time, the Lord summoned the fighting men from his scattered domain to receive their fealty, and to plan raids on neighbouring enemies, either for gain or in reprisal. This year he had the satisfaction of hosting almost a hundred prime warriors, each man riding his own horse and carrying his own weapons and equipment. Camped a mile outside the Lord's walled township, the men were fully prepared and ready to ride on the morrow. This was going to be a good year for Syrenia! Until the Amazons intervened! The girls had travelled by a roundabout way to avoid settlements, and made their final approach to the Syrenian camp on foot, at night. In the camp, the men were enjoying lavish quantities of wine supplied by their overlord. "The man is a pig," hissed Anona. "He forces female slaves to serve the needs of these animals he calls soldiers. More like a drunken rabble now, but they do fight well when they are sober," she conceded. "Well, let's see how they fight against Amazon women!" said Lida grimly. "We'll wait until this little party runs its course, then we'll attack. You will see to the horses." Gradually, the revelry in the camp abated as the excessive drinking took its toll. Camp fires died down, men rolled themselves up in their furs and lay by the dying fires and silence settled over the moon lit plain. A weary sentry, only half awake, still resentful at having to do guard duty on the last night of the muster, when all his comrades could drink their fill, stretched his muscular frame and yawned with boredom. The shadowy figure of a shapely young girl rose behind the unsuspecting guard. She reached up and wound her forearm round the man's throat, cutting off his cry of alarm before it left his lips. With practised ease the girl rammed her knee into the small of the male warrior's back, bent his body backwards and slid her thin- bladed dagger under the man's shoulder blade into his hammering heart. The girl held him there for a moment, struggling to support his massive bulk, until his struggles ceased, then she lowered his body to the ground. Callously, the teenage girl put a foot on the dead man's broad back, pulled out her knife and wiped it clean on his buttocks. The other three male sentries, each responsible for a different area of the camp, also fell to the deadly daggers of ruthless, female assassins. The camp was at the Amazons' mercy! The slaughter began quietly. A dozen of the stealthiest girls moved in amongst the sleeping men. Carefully the girls knelt by their prey, covered the mouths of their helpless victims with one hand and slit the men's throats with their deadly daggers. Lida, with her remaining Amazon warriors scattered around the camp, waited for the inevitable alarm to be raised. Her sinuous female assassins had accounted for almost thirty men before one of the very few sober soldiers woke up. His in-built timer told him he was due to relieve his friend on guard duty, and he snapped awake, sat up and slowly began to realise that something was wrong! As his eyes grew accustomed to the light of the moon and the embers of the camp fires, he could see the lithe, sensuous, shadowy forms of shapely young women moving amongst his sleeping companions. For a moment the man thought they were slave girls come to service the men, and was about to attract the attention of one of them, when he saw the glint of moonlight on a descending dagger as the girl plunged its blade into an unfortunate victim's throat! With a cry of alarm, the man threw off his furs and snatched up his sword. But he was too late. Out of the shadows a lithe young girl closed with the huskily built male. Grasping his tunic with one hand, to steady him for the kill, the girl slid her slender blade upwards, under the breastbone of the doomed soldier into the heart of the man she'd overcome! Other men, disturbed by the sudden commotion began to stir from deep, drunken sleep. Confused and bewildered, the men were no match for the Amazon girls. Now that the need for silence had gone, the girls of the assassination squad discarded their knives in favour of swords and tore into their stumbling adversaries, slashing the life out of the men before most of them could even roll from their bedding. >>From the perimeter of the camp, Lisa's remaining forces sprang eagerly into action. With screams which struck terror into the hearts of the stupefied male soldiers, the female killers surged into the attack. Mighty male warriors perished at the hands of nubile young girls, slain with callous efficiency by the deadly female fighters. Moving with feral ferocity, the girls raced through the camp, cutting down the men who tried to fight back, slaughtering those who were too drunk to rise. Akab, the leader of the men, tried to resist. A massive figure of a man, six foot six in height, with broad shoulders, a deep chest and heavily muscled arms and thighs, he was a formidable fighter. Swinging a huge sword with effortless ease, he held off the girl who was attacking him while he tried to gather his wits. His men were being attacked and slain by women! How could this be? Women were slaves! Women were feeble! He had to be able to kill this slip of a girl who confronted him, then rally his men and teach these impertinent females a terrible lesson. Lida had deliberately chosen to deal with the male leader herself. She could hardly believe his massive bulk, but she was unafraid. She'd fought and killed many men and knew how to wear a man down, suck his strength from him, destroy his fighting spirit, then move in for the kill. This time, however, she was in a hurry! The girl skipped away from the huge male fighter's swishing sword, drew out her dagger, coolly sized up her target and threw it underarm with all her force. The blade sank deep into the man's body, just below his sternum, six inches of female-driven steel slicing through the flesh and fibre and muscle of the mighty male. As the man looked down with shocked horror at the dagger sticking from his flesh, Lisa, with the speed of a striking cobra, sprang forward. Her sword flickered in the moonlight as she lunged at the man's throat. Blood spurted as the girl's strike found its target. The huge man clutched at his wound, staggered back a few paces, then his magnificently muscled body dropped at Lisa's feet. Just another mighty male warrior slain by a slender young girl, as were a hundred others that night. As the first light of dawn fringed the horizon, the girls moved about the camp, finishing off any wounded men and collecting weapons. Lida was sorely tempted to attack the Syrenian stronghold and release the female slaves who were held there, but she realised that the liberation of the women of the plains would have to wait. The Amazons were not equipped to attack fortresses . They had come for horses, and that's what they would take. A hundred yards away, the six plains girls, with the help of a few Amazons, herded the mounts of the slaughtered male warriors from the crude corral into which they'd been penned. Princess Lida and her victorious, young, girls joined them and they set off on the long journey back to Amazonia. The Lord of Syrenia could follow if he wished. Though Lida doubted if he would, now that his magnificent male warriors lay dead in their camp. A hundred men slain by thirty lethal young girls; the girls of Amazonia. To be cont...