The Avengers 
By Hardie Hardiewh@aol.com
The women of Regia avenge the subjugation of their country by the army of Sudonia.


This story contains explicit sexual material and should be read by

adults only.

The Queen ran her fingers up the inside of her husband's thigh, stealing

under the hem of his short, informal tunic, easing the fabric back until

her hand found the shaft of his throbbing cock. She smiled as she felt

the thrust of his pelvis as he sought relief. There were thirty or so

army officers seated at the tables on three sides of the Great Hall.

The entertainment was commanding everyone's rapt attention and the Queen

held the King by his cock! This was going to be the climax of all

climaxes for King Axeron!

.........

Queen Ilana had been taken in marriage by the King at the age of

fourteen. She, an innocent, young girl had had to suffer two long years

of the barbarian brutality of the savage warlord who had overthrown the

ruler of Regia and forced her, the sole survivor of the Regian royal

family, into matrimony.

At first, the demure teenager had existed from day to day in a state of

shocked despair as her husband used her to slake his lust, tormented her

with tales of how his soldiers had slaughtered her family and delighted

in telling her how many Regian males had been hunted down and slain in

each of his 'consolidation' forays into the interior.

Then Martha had arrived. This young woman, volunteering to become one of

the Queen's handmaidens, brought her news which first gave Ilana hope,

then gradually involved her more and more in the search for revenge and

retribution.

Having seen their menfolk slaughtered by Axeron's Sudonian savages, many

young women and girls had been persuaded to leave their homes and make

their way into the vast forests where they were organised into a

fighting force by a handful of determined matrons, the widows of

Regian's best soldiers. These women had learned about fighting from

their husbands and were adding female perspectives to the male

perception of warfare.

Weapons were procured or made, and training was intense. The female army

needed a figurehead, and that's why Martha had wormed her way into the

service of the Queen. Ilana, the last remaining member of the Regian

royal family, was persuaded to take on the role.

Now the girls were ready to fight. All that was now required was the

right moment to attack, and that moment had arrived.

Axeron had sent the bulk of his forces to attempt the annexation of the

neighbouring Kingdom of Mirana, and a great battle had taken place. The

Miranian's had lost the battle, but had taken a heavy toll on Axeron's

forces, so that the remains of the Sudonian army had stopped advancing

and was licking its wounds by the river which formed the border of the

two kingdoms.

When he heard the news, a furious Axeron decided to take over the

leadership of the exhausted host himself, and had mustered a force of

several hundred reinforcements to boost his army. This was a final,

informal feast for the officers of this force before they set off on the

following day.

In order to become a trusted confidante and a perfectly placed spy for

the Regian Amazons, Ilana had plunged herself with a show of growing

enthusiasm into her role of wife and Queen, to lull Axeron into a false

sense of security.

This fooled Axeron completely, and the barbarian warlord fondly thought

that his beautiful young Queen was devoted to him. So, when Ilana told

him that she'd arranged for a party of girls to provide the evening's

entertainment, the King was delighted and gave permission for the girls

to enter the castle with their necessary equipment and get ready for the

feast.

The entertainment was now in full swing.

Twenty nubile young girls danced before the King. Each girl had a

feather in her hair and a belt round her waist from which hung a dagger

in a leather sheath. A short leather skirt hung from the girls' hips and

in their right hands, they carried a slender spear.

The dance was announced as 'The Hunt' by the troupe leader.

"What are they hunting?" bellowed the King, rudely, "stallions? Well,

there are enough in here to go round, eh lads!"

And to ribald cheers from the men, the dance began.

Starting slowly, with perfectly co-ordinated sinuous movements, the

girls gradually worked up speed until they were whirling and leaping,

sweat glistening on smoothly muscled female bodies as the male officers

watched in lustful excitement.

A gong sounded. The girls stopped, facing outwards, each one opposite a

seated man. A drum beat out a steady rhythm. Each girl bent her body

backwards, slowly raising her spear into a throwing position, breasts

straining as chests were expanded to full width.

Ilana worked her hand up and down the King's shaft to the beat of the

drum, teasing him, holding him with her silken female fingers as he

tried to thrust to climax.

Crash! The cymbols clashed with startling suddenness. As one, the girls

drove forwards and launched their spears into the chests of the

unsuspecting males. Ilana brought off the King with a flicker of her

fingers, and, as his mouth dropped open and his eyes closed in ecstasy,

she drew the dagger from the sheath strapped to her thigh, grasped her

husband by the hair and, with a cry of triumph, slit his throat.

The rest of the Great Hall was in chaos as the athletic young

'huntresses' leapt onto the tables, drew their daggers and threw

themselves at the stupefied male soldiers.

Those men who survived the spear attack, were soon overwhelmed by the

determined young girls. Knives flashed and men fell in a sea of blood.

In a matter of minutes, every male in the Hall was dead.

Quickly, the girls dispersed. Thanks to Ilana, they knew the position of

every guard in the castle. Flitting like shadows, the lithe female

killers stalked their male prey.

Slender, feminine arms were wound round thick, masculine necks as female

daggers were slid into male bodies and dead men lowered gently to the

ground by the girls who had killed them, until all the guards were

slaughtered where they stood by the deadly young amazon assassins.

Quietly, the castle gates were opened and a large party of armed young

women entered the courtyard. They were met by Ilana, who took command of

the female force, and, with the minimum of fuss they dispersed to the

three large barrack rooms which housed the soldiers waiting to reinforce

the barbarian army.

Bundles of firewood were placed at the backs of the wooden huts and set

alight. The girls lined up outside the huts and waited.

In no time at all, the stiff breeze fanned the flames and smoke into the

crowded huts. The men nearest the conflagrations woke up wondering what

had happened but soon realised they were about to be burned alive unless

they got out. Yelling with fear and dismay, they made for the door.

Soon chaos reigned within the barracks as bewildered male soldiers

fought to escape the rapidly spreading fires. The barrack room doors

opened and, coughing and spluttering, some blinded by the thick smoke,

the men began to emerge.

And the girls fired. Arrows zipped through the air to bury themselves in

naked male bodies. The men, perfectly silhouetted by the light of the

fires, were silently slaughtered as they staggered from the huts.

Some, seeing what was happening to their comrades, tried to get back in

again, only to be forced out by their panic stricken comrades. Coolly

the girls lined them up and shot them down.

Those who escaped the deadly arrows ran straight into a ring of

swordswomen, waiting for just such a contingency. Unarmed, naked men

were cut down by the swords of beautiful, merciless young women until

every male soldier lay dead at the feet of the jubilant female killers.

Martha sent for the waiting officers of the female army and introduced

them to their Queen. Ilana was full of praise for their initiative in

raising and training a female force and decided to ride at the head of

the army of amazons herself, though leaving the tactical decisions to

more knowledgeable women.

The following morning, the cavalcade left the castle, joined up with the

bulk of the girls' army and marched for the frontier.

Two days later, Ilana lay just below the crest of an escarpment

overlooking the Sudonian camp. Her companions were Martha, and Glanda,

the Commander of the army of women.

Carefully the women surveyed the scene below. The army was concentrated

in a small, bow shaped area of flat land lying between the river and

the escarpment. A horde of men were sprawled around fires, or moving

around aimlessly, like an ant's nest in slow motion.

"There's thousands of them!" said Ilana in awe, as she took in the scene

below

"We know they set off with about seven thousand men," said Martha, "and

that they lost over a thousand killed!"

"About a third of the rest are wounded as far as I can see," said

Glanda, "and there's a complete lack of discipline. They only have a few

sentries out, and these are on the other side of the river, guarding

against the Miranians.

There's no weapon training or organised exercises. They're just sitting

around, waiting to be told what to do by the King - -who's totally dead!

I think many of the best officers must have been killed in the battle,

because the army at the moment looks a total shambles. We shall make use

of this! I reckon there's about four thousand of them fully fit to

fight, and there's two thousand of us girls. That's only two men to one

woman. We'll beat them easily! Come, let's prepare our attack!"

An hour before dawn the following morning, the all girl army silently

moved into position.

Half a dozen girls crossed the river upstream from the male camp. Each

girl selected a Sudonian sentry and stalked him with the deadly skill of

a trained huntress.

The men died without a sound as the lethal female assassins pounced on

their unsuspecting victims, bore them to the ground, straddled them with

curvaceous female thighs, held them by the throat to cut off their cries

and plunged their daggers into unresisting male flesh as the men stared

in terrified amazement at the faces of the beautiful young women who

were ending their lives.

The girls signalled the other bank, and a larger party of two hundred

girls crossed the river and dispersed to their positions. They were

armed with short bows, thirty arrows per archer, with sharp swords

hanging from their leather belts.

Further down the river, on the same side as the sleeping army, another

handful of picked young women gently removed the pole which lay across

the entrance to a shoddily built, and completely unguarded corral.

The surviving horses of the Sudonian army were ushered away into the

darkness to finish up in the hands of the Regian women. The female army

was ready to attack.

Had the normal military practice of 'standing too' at dawn been observed

by the Sudonians, the men would have seen an astonishing sight.

On the escarpment above their camp stood over a thousand girl warriors,

armed with longbows, arrows notched, the strings drawn back ready for

action. Each girl had a sword stuck point first if the ground in front

of her. This would come in useful later, when all their arrows had been

fired.

However, such was the disintegration of discipline that the men saw

nothing of this. They slept on.

The first they knew of the danger they were in was when some of them

were awoken by the augmented whirr of a thousand flying arrows as the

girls on the escarpment fired into the mass of men in the packed

campsite.

Then the screaming started. Hundreds of male soldiers died where they

lay as volley after volley of deadly arrows were fired into the camp by

the amazonian archers.

Surviving officers grabbed their swords and tried to rally bewildered

men to take up battle stations.

But there was no time. As soon as the final volley of arrows plunged

into male bodies, the female cavalry thundered down on the Sudonian

camp. Five hundred female warriors, many of them farm girls who could

ride before they could walk, tore into the male army like an equine

avalanche.

Panic-stricken men were cut down by the flashing swords of the girl

riders as they swept through the camp' leaving a trail of dead and dying

men in their wake. Hardly pausing for breath, the girls turned around

and charged again.

Male soldiers desperately tried to flee from the demonic young women, to

no avail. The girls rode them down, slaughtering the terrified men as

they fled, revelling in their superiority over the male warriors,

savouring their revenge with every slash of their swords.

Hundreds of men plunged into the river to escape from the deadly girl

riders, frantically wading thigh deep across the thirty metre stretch of

water.

As the first of the fleeing men approached the opposite bank, two

hundred female archers rose from the grass in which they'd lain

concealed, and fired into the men at point blank range.

The slaughter was horrendous. Dozens of men went down in the first

volley, turning the river red with their blood. Some still tried to

reach the bank, while others tried to go back. But the water made their

movements too slow. Six hundred men were trapped in the river, and the

girls shot them down with calm deliberation.

Resistance in the camp was almost over. As the cavalry momentarily

withdrew to give the horses a breather, the female infantry, having

discarded their bows, moved in for the kill.

The girls had the advantage of the slope and charged downhill at

tremendous speed, smoothly tanned limbs flashing in the morning

sunlight, hair streaming behind them as they tore into battle with the

army of men.

For a few moments in time the battle raged, male against female, slender

young girls against strong, muscular men, and it was the men who died.

Shocked, bewildered and taken completely by surprise by the army of

girls, the men of Sudonia were cut to pieces by the skilful young women

of Regia. Man after man perished under the flashing blades of the girl

fighters.

Many fled to the river to escape the slaughter only to be cut down on

the river bank by the girls who pursued them, or died in the river as

female arrows from the opposite bank whirred into their mighty male

chests.

Isolated groups of desperate male soldiers tried to put up some sort of

resistance but were methodically hacked to pieces by the mercilessly

efficient girl warriors.

In less than half an hour, the all conquering Sudonian army was

destroyed by a force of girls half their number.

Of the seven thousand proud male warriors who had set off the conquer

new lands, less than a hundred survived. Some of these savage soldiers

had perished at the hands of the Miranians, but the vast majority had

been decimated by females, by the young girl warriors of Regia.

Queen Ilana surveyed the scene. Thousands of male bodies carpeted the

plain. More dead men lay half in and half out of the water and hundreds

of bodies floated downstream on a red tide of male blood.

She sighed with satisfaction. Her dead family had been avenged, and she

now had an army of her own; a force which had just destroyed an army of

tough male warriors which outnumbered it two to one; a force of female

fighters; an army of women!