Homians4. By Hardie The Homian army is massacred by the Amazon girls. hardiewh@aol.com This story contains explicit sexual material and should be read by adults only. General Komen, hastily brought out of retirement to command the Homian army, tried to instil the discipline in his force which had made the Homians so successful over the past few years. However, no one took much notice of the old man's orders. With two hundred Homian Officers lying dead in their training establishment, slaughtered by the Amazon raiding party, there was no established chain of command. Also, the men were fully confident that they could deal with the Amazons without any trouble. 'Who needed the rigours of army discipline to dispose of a bunch of women!' was the attitude, and Komen was perturbed by it. He knew that five hundred female reinforcement were heading for the canyon held by the raiding party, but didn't know how close they were. He had had no intelligence reports for two days, and a scouting party he'd sent to survey the situation hadn't returned. His Second-in-Command scoffed at the general's concern. "Even if the five hundred Amazons join their compatriots, we'll still outnumber them four to one, and they're only women! Let's get in, drag them out, take them back as slaves and get on with harvesting our crops!" ................ The bodies of Homen's scouting party lay sprawled in the clearing where they'd been ambushed by a patrol of Amazon girls. Some of the female warriors were finishing off any wounded men, others were busy collecting arrows from the corpses of the dead male soldiers, while another group prepared a Homian captive for interrogation. Stripped naked, the huge Homian soldier was tied by wrists and ankles to a couple of trees so that his body was stretched into an X shaped cross. One of the Amazon girls closed into the man's trembling body and ran her silken female fingers over his powerfully muscled chest and stomach, smiling up into his frightened eyes. "You'll tell little Herata all she wants to know, won't you, darling," she purred, moving her hands over the man's abdomen, running her fingers through his pubic hairs, touching his swelling cock, then moving her hand away - teasing and tormenting her male victim with her female sexuality. Beads of sweat broke out on the man's forehead as the girl's sensual fingers brought him to the point of ejaculation, then left his cock twitching with unfulfilled desire as she took her hand away. "Tell us all about your nice Homian army and I'll let you come. You want that, don't you? You want Herata's hand to pull your lovely big cock till you spurt your man milk," the temptress said seductively. "Just tell us what we want. No one will know. All your poor friends are dead, killed by the naughty little girls. So sad. But you're not dead. We like you. We want to play with your big, male cock and caress your big male balls and be nice to you. All you have to do is tell us about your army, so that we can run away before your soldiers take us all away to be slaves. That's not much to ask of a nice boy like you, is it?" The girl felt the resistance drain from the soldier's huge body as he succumbed to her gentle persuasion. Almost eagerly, the captured male told the girls everything they wanted to know about the size, structure, morale and whereabouts of the Homian force. "There," crooned Herata, when the man had finished, "that wasn't so bad now, was it?" Her hand teased the Homian's cock into a huge erection. Her gentle female fingers worked their magic on his throbbing cock until his writhing body slammed into tension, then shuddered with relief as spasm after spasm spurted the sperm from his bucking body. The girl pulled the man's head down towards her, stretched up as far as she could and kissed him on the lips as she plunged her dagger under his ribs into the Homian's pounding heart. She held him by the hair and waggled his head as his eyes stared at her in disbelief. "Poor baby," she smiled as she withdrew her dagger and the lifeblood poured from the man's body. "So easy to deceive. So easy to defeat." She walked away as the man's body slumped in death. .......... At the far end of the box canyon, the army of Amazon girls swarmed down the ropes they'd rigged to take them to the valley floor. Section by section they formed up and marched off towards the Homian training camp. Fifty of the toughest female fighters, under the command of Herata, were left on top of the canyon. Their job was to make their way round the rim and wait at a strategic point near the canyon entrance. .............. Princess Lida greeted her mother warmly, explained the latest situation to her and told her what she had in mind to defeat the huge male army advancing on her position. "That sounds just fine," said the Queen, "and, as you have started the process, I'll let you finish it. Go and brief the section leaders and then put your plan into action." .............. The Homian army paused at the entrance to the canyon. Fifty or so Amazon archers defended the narrow entrance, and the Homians stayed just out of arrow range until they worked out what to do. With the general well to the rear, and no junior commander available, the men simply milled about until someone shouted for them to charge the nervous looking women at the canyon entrance. Gradually the cry was taken up, and the mass of male warriors began to edge towards the Amazons, their momentum gradually increasing as they drew nearer. With shrieks of feminine alarm, the Amazons fired off a volley of arrows, then ran in apparent panic from their position. Although it seemed as though the volley was discharged in a frenzy of fear, dozens of men went down as the arrows found their marks. But nobody noticed. The male warriors, thinking their charge had totally unnerved their female adversaries, threw caution to the winds and charged after the fleeing Amazons, into the canyon. Lida had had the undergrowth cleared from the canyon entrance for a distance of about three hundred yards, to a point where the initial bottleneck of the narrow valley began to widen. Here her main force of female warriors were drawn up in five ranks of sixty archers. On each flank of these ranks a further fifteen archers formed a shallow curve, filling the width of the canyon floor. These archers were the markswomen. Their job was to select special targets to aim at. The women who had retreated from the canyon entrance passed through the ranks and joined the remainder of the Amazon army reserve, waiting to be called from the rear. The first rank of men running after the girls soon became aware of the lines of archers waiting calmly to meet their charge. Some of them tried to stop, but were simply pushed forward by the swell of men behind them in the narrow valley, eager to get at the women and take booty and slaves. Lida watched the rabble of massive male warriors pour into the canyon bottleneck and surge towards the waiting girls. She raised her arm. Her trumpeter put her ivory horn to her lips. Lida's hand came down. The horn blared. One after the other, with the precision that only hours of training can bring, the ranks of female archers loosed their shafts in rapid succession. As each rank fired, so the girls knelt down and reloaded, allowing the next rank to fire over their heads into the mass of men. By the time the fifth rank had fired, the first rank was ready again, and a continuous hail of deadly fire flew into the Homian ranks. The first ranks of men collapsed in heaps as the girls' arrows thudded into their unprotected bodies. Then, as the charge was brought to a halt by the piles of dead and wounded men blocking the valley, the female soldiers raised their sights and sent their deadly arrows zipping into the main mass of the male army. Man after man fell before the fire of the girl warriors. Male bodies lay in heaps as the unrelenting fire of the Amazon archers slashed swathes through the ranks of the Homian soldiers. The men were cut down like corn before a scythe by the Amazon volleys, and anyone who looked like rallying the male forces was singled out by the girls on the flanks and killed with ruthless efficiency. Many men were trampled to death by their own comrades as panic spread through the male army. Those pressing from behind were being halted by hundreds of terrified men trying to retreat before the deadly fire of the girls, and the whole male army became a confused, milling, amorphous, scrambling, screaming mass of terrified men. As soon as the last of the Homians entered the canyon, Herata brought her fifty picked warriors out from their hiding places and formed them up across the entrance. Her force was the cork in the bottleneck! As the male advance came to a juddering halt further up the valley, Herera's girls attacked from behind. Volley after volley flew with deadly precision into the Homian rear. One of the first victims of Herera's attack was General Komen, whose spine was pierced by an Amazon arrow. The rest of the Homian Command Staff fell around him as the girls fired a full volley into their midst. Milling around in total confusion, the male soldiers didn't even realise they were being attacked from the rear until it was too late. Taking advantage of the Homians' disarray, Herera's girls surged up the valley to fire into the backs of the men at point blank range, causing chaos as dying soldiers sank to the valley floor as the girls slaughtered them from the rear. Piles of male bodies now blocked the valley at both ends. With callous efficiency, the Amazon girls began the total destruction of the Homian army. Crazed with terror, some of the male warriors tried to climb the canyon walls, only to be picked off by the Amazon markswomen and sent crashing to destruction. Those who managed to scramble up the barricades of their dead comrades were slain as soon as they reached the top and the barricades grew higher! Each Amazon girl soldier carried twenty arrows in her quiver. In a matter of minutes, about eight thousand arrows plunged into the Homian masses. In a matter minutes, some three thousand men lay dead or wounded in the Amazon killing ground. And the women weren't finished yet! The horn sounded once more and the girl soldiers drew their swords. A drummer beat out a steady tattoo as the Amazons advanced under the cover of the hundred or so reserve archers. Quickly retrieving their arrows from the piles of dead men at the head of the Homian army, the girls fired individually into the remaining groups of male soldiers. Dragging bodies aside, the girls relentlessly advanced on the surviving men, who still outnumbered the Amazons by at least two to one. The reserve archers, directed by Lida herself, aimed disciplined volleys into the larger groups of male survivors, while the markswomen on the flanks continued to pick off any aspiring leaders who tried to rally his comrades. Slowly but surely, the male soldiers were cut down by the advancing girls. Arrows retrieved from dead and wounded men were swiftly fired into the living bodies of other male soldiers. Hundreds of demoralised Homians threw up their arms in surrender and were stripped of weapons and clothes and sent stumbling naked and bewildered to the rear, where a dozen girl gaolers rounded them up and made them lie on their backs, spread-eagled on the ground. Men who survived the hail of arrows and refused to surrender were cut down by the young women of the Amazon army. They died where they fought, their superior physique useless against the speed and skill of the deadly girl warriors. Then it was all over. The girls looked with awe at the results of their crushing victory. The bodies of slain male soldiers choked the valley floor. Thousands of men, killed in battle by a few hundred young women. Hundreds of naked prisoners lay in rows at the feet of a dozen female guards, many of the men sobbing with shock, shame and humiliation. The few Amazons who had sustained wounds were being attended to by their comrades. Lida scrambled on top of a large rock, a defeated Homian dragged up beside her. Her trumpeter blew her horn and the Amazons gathered round their princess. "You have fought well, women of the Amazon nation, and the Homian army lies destroyed at your feet. Look at the male warrior!" She indicated her prisoner. "Look how tall he is." She moved in close so that all could see that her head barely reached half way up the Homian's barrel chest. "How strong!" she made the man flex his biceps, "and powerful!" She slammed her fist into his taut abdominals. "How manly!" she cupped the terrified man's balls and made him slowly turn round so that all the girls could see what she was doing to him. "Yet these mightiest of men were no match for you, the girl soldiers of the Amazons!" Lida raised her arms to wild cheers from the women warriors. She indicated the rows of naked prisoners spread-eagled on the ground. "To-day the remains of the mighty Homian army lie naked at our feet," she said. "They have surrendered to us. They have submitted themselves to the rightful dominance of women. These defeated men are ours to use as we please. They expect to suffer at the hands of the girls who have defeated them in battle. Amazons, they will not be disappointed!" The cheers of the girl warriors rang round the canyon. The male captives lay trembling with fear, wondering what the victorious young women had in store for them.