Homians 6
By Hardie
The Homians raise a new army to fight the Amazon girls. 


< Hardiewh@aol.com >

This story contains explicit sexual material and should be read by adults only.

Queen Heta addressed her Council. "The intelligence I have received indicates that the Homians are 
mustering a new army with the intention of invading Amazonia. This despite the massacre we inflicted on 
them only a few months ago. One of our scouts, Delya, is here to tell us about her recent expedition into 
Homian territory. Carry on Delya."
A beautiful young woman stepped forward. Petite, at five foot 4 inches tall, she was dressed in the casual, 
white uniform of an Amazon warrior. A tight halter strained under the pressure of firm, thrusting breasts and 
a short, belted skirt hung from her hips and ended half way down her smooth, shapely thighs. Between the 
two garments, the girl's body curved into a slender waist with a tanned stomach held firm by powerful, yet 
barely defined abdominal muscles.
Her black hair was cut to shoulder length, with a fringe covering a wide, intelligent forehead. Dark eyes 
smiled from a heart shaped face. She wore goatskin sandals, held in position with thongs which wound up 
and around her calf muscles. Despite being only seventeen years old, she was completely self-confident as 
she addressed the Council.
"This is my account of a scouting expedition into Homian territory which began on the first day of the third 
month. My companion, Anona, and I, dressed as peasant girls, made our way without incident into the heart 
of the Homian lands where it became obvious that something significant was happening. 
By various means we found out that a large force was being assembled under the command of someone 
called Herculum. 
As we were present when our girls massacred both the Homian Officer Corps and the large force which was 
sent against us (See Homians 1 to 4), we felt it our duty to find out what sort of leader this Herculum was, 
what size and what quality of  an army he was mustering and what he intended to do with such a force.
The rumours we heard suggested that the army was going to invade us, the women of Amazonia, and this 
made it vital that we find out as many details as possible.
We found our way to the muster point, where the Homian forces were gathering...."
	
	
	
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The girls found what they were looking for quite soon, the tent of a ranking officer close to the fringe of the 
camp. The girls needed to know what was going on, and this man was elected to tell them!
"He's the one," said Delya. "We'll wait until the early hours of the 
morning then take him!"
There was a quarter moon that night, as well as a little light from the odd campfire which was still alight. 
The girls, from their place of concealment, watched the Homian sentries, silhouetted  by a nearby fire, as 
they strolled along the periphery of the camp, chatting unconcernedly. After all, they were in the heart of 
their own country. What had they to fear?
The girls inched towards them, until, on a signal from Delya, they rose as one. The young men stood no 
chance as slender female arms encircled their throats, cutting off all sounds as the girls bent the mens' bodies 
backwards and drove their knives through their backs and into the hearts of the unsuspecting male warriors.
Delya felt the rush she always experienced when female skill triumphed over male strength. She could hardly 
bear the weight of her large victim as his body shuddered in its death throes as the man's life drained away.
As gently and as silently as possible, the girls lowered the bodies of the dead guards to the ground, extracted 
their knives and glided towards their target.
Pausing inside the tent to let their eyes adjust to the darkness, the girls noted the outline of their victim on 
his bed of animal skins, then carefully approached until they crouched over the man's sleeping form.
"Now!" hissed Delya.
Anona grasped the man by the hair and pulled his head back, exposing his carotid artery. Delya
smashed the cutting edge of her hand into the man's neck. His body jerked once, then flopped into 
unconsciousness as the blood supply to his brain was abruptly cut off.
Quickly, the girls made their victim helpless. A gag was stuffed into the man's mouth. They turned him over, 
dragged his hugely muscled arms behind his back and bound them by the wrists. Then they waited.
Even by Homian standards the officer was well built. Standing at least six foot six, and weighing over two 
hundred pounds, the man was too large for the girls to manage if he remained unconscious. They waited 
until he came round.
Delya's hand fastened round the man's dangling genitals. She placed the edge of her knife against the man's 
testicles.
"You are coming with us, Homian. One false move and you lose your balls." Her voice was full of menace, 
and the man was in no position to argue.
The girls got him to his feet, put on his boots, and leaving him otherwise stark naked, walked him to the 
entrance of the tent.
"All clear!" whispered Anona as she surveyed the sleeping 
camp. "Let's go!"
The trio were about a hundred yards from the camp when all hell let loose. The dead guards had been found!
The  relief sentries who found the bodies immediately rushed to the tent of their commander to inform him 
of the situation. When they found that the officer was gone confusion reigned.
Eventually, an NCO took charge and started to muster patrols to search the area.
The girls realised that they would soon be pursued and that they had no chance of escape while they had to 
drag along the massive frame of their reluctant captive.
"I'll lead them off," said Anona. "See you back in Amazonia, girl. Good luck!" And she was gone.
Delya forced her huge naked prisoner along a narrow trail through scrub and light forest, heading back in the 
general direction of her homeland.
As dawn broke, they reached a region of dried up river beds cutting deep troughs across an arid plain. 
Anona seemed to have done her job successfully and there was no sign of pursuit. Delya decided it was 
about time to interrogate the man she held captive.
It was then that the Homian struck. As the girl looked for a suitable place to stop, she dropped her guard 
slightly and gave the man a chance. 
As they walked along the edge of a wadi, the man threw his huge body against the frail form of the tiny girl 
and knocked her over the edge. 
As Delya tumbled down the steep sided bank, the Homian struggled out of his bonds. He had been working 
on the plaited vine which held his wrists throughout the journey, using his massive strength to stretch the 
bonds to a point where he could release an arm. 
Quickly he tore the gag from his mouth, threw off the dangling remains of his bonds and slithered down the 
ten foot high bank to deal with the young maiden who had abducted him so ignominiously. There was 
murder in his heart and a look of grim determination in his eye as he lowered himself confidently towards the 
shaken girl.
Delya had lost her knife in the fall and faced her massive foe unarmed. Apart from being slightly winded she 
was unharmed, but was furious with herself for letting the man get the better of her.
Now she had to fight a huge, naked male warrior with her bare 
hands! 
She took a deep breath, cleared her mind for the task ahead and faced her formidable foe.
It looked a most uneven contest. The male protagonist towered over his female opponent. Six foot six of 
male muscle against the tiny frame of a teenage girl. Yet Delya showed no fear. She had fought men before 
and won. She had the skill and speed of an Amazon warrior trained to fight from the age of six. She had a 
combatant's cool brain and an agile and deceptively power packed body.
She edged backwards as the man came on, spotting a section of the bank which she could climb easily. Then, 
with a speed which took the man completely by surprise, the young Amazon turned and ran, and scrambled 
up the steep bank of the wadi.
With a bellow of rage, the Homian ran after the girl. He was half way up the bank when he suddenly realised 
that the girl now had a height advantage over him! And she used it!
With the agility of an accomplished gymnast, the girl launched herself from the top of the bank, straight at 
the still climbing male warrior. 
Her strong  female thighs locked around the man's head. As he fell away from the face of the bank, the girl 
folded her lithe young body backwards so that she hung down his mighty chest and stomach, her hand 
reaching for and finding his dangling genitals just as he crashed to the bottom of the wadi.
The Homian cried out in fear and pain as the force of the fall and the weight of the girl's body on top of his 
drove the air from his lungs.
Pain speared through his brain as the girl crushed his balls in her tiny hand, and his head swam in panic as the 
Amazon's powerful thighs tightened round his head, threatening to crush his skull with the strength of their 
grip.
With a massive effort, the powerful male fighter forced his muscular arms under the girl's body and levered 
her outwards. Slowly, his muscles bulging with effort, the man began to prevail over the girl.
Feeling herself being prised from her hold, Delya yielded to the inevitable and sprang away from the mighty 
young man, landed lightly on all fours. She scrambled away from her opponent even as she landed, and, as 
she straightened up to take stock of the situation, her hand closed on a fist sized rock which she brought up 
with her.
The Homian also straightened up. He rotated his head, trying to clear the pain from his neck, and rubbed his 
aching balls. He could not believe that the tiny girl who faced him had caused so much damage both to his 
body and his ego. She became the focus of a surging rage as the huge warrior moved towards her.
Delya skipped backwards, drawing him on. She had every reason to respect the man's enormous strength, 
but was not afraid of him. Her agile mind was forming a battle plan even as she moved.
The girl's selected targets were the man's thick cock, bobbing up and down, and his laden balls, which 
swung from side to side as he moved. She knew, from her training fights with male prisoners, that any man, 
no matter how big and strong he was, would go down if a girl struck him in the balls. All she had to do was 
set up the strike!
Because of his bulk the Homian was finding it difficult to move quickly over the loose rocks on the dried up 
river bed. He had to take his eyes off his female quarry to pick his way over the unstable surface, and, when 
he partially stumbled, Delya seized her opportunity.
The girl threw her stone at her male opponent's head.
As his hands went up to deflect the missile, the young Amazon sprang forward, kept her balance with 
athletic grace on the rocky surface, and swung her foot into the huge man's dangling balls with devastating 
accuracy.
The mighty Homian warrior screamed once, staggered sideways, desperately keeping on his feet as he 
sprawled against the steep bank, clutching his balls, gagging in agony.
In a flash the curvaceous young girl was on him, straddling his mighty frame, lacing into the man's 
magnificently muscled body with her tiny fists.
Feeling the girl's punches smacking into his body, the dazed male fighter brought up his powerful arms to 
defend himself.
Seeing the man's balls were protected by his closed thighs, the girl threw her fists over the Homian's power 
packed arms and smacked her fists into his exposed face, splitting skin over a vulnerable eye. 
Desperately trying to clear his head as the girl pinned him to the bank, the huge male lashed out with his 
massive fists, catching the Amazon warrior's shoulder, sending her light frame flying backwards with the 
force of his blow. 
The girl stumbled away, losing her balance on the rocky surface as she fell to the ground. Momentarily 
winded, she gasped for air, forcing herself to get to her feet despite the pain in her shoulder from the man's 
fierce punch.
Shaken and hurt, the courageous young girl gritted her teeth and squared up to her male enemy, determined 
to defeat him, despite the man's huge bulk and Herculean strength.
With typical male aggression, the Homian came after the Amazon. His groin burned with pain from the girl's 
attacks on his balls, and blood dripped into one eye but the rest of her assault had had little effect on his 
hard, male body. He could see how shaken the girl was. Now he, the strong, muscular male was going to 
prevail over the slender, weak female!
Except that it didn't quite work like that. As the man closed with the weakened girl he trod on a loose rock 
which his blooded eye was unable to see and his foot slid off it, causing the man to stumble and fall onto one 
knee in front of a wounded woman warrior who could hardy believe her luck.
With the killer instinct of a trained Amazon fighter, the nubile young girl closed with the mighty male and 
swung her foot into the man's temple with tremendous power. 
The man's huge body toppled sideways, to sprawl at the feet of the beautiful young girl warrior.
Delya dropped onto the man's barrel like chest, straddling his body as he struggled dazedly to muster his 
senses. The girl held the Homian by the hair and smashed her fist into the hapless man's face, and again and 
again, pounding him unmercifully, battering the back of his head into the rocky ground with calculated 
female fury until the mighty male warrior lay unconscious under the sleek young body of the female.
Quickly the girl sprang from the man's supine frame. She pulled one spectacularly muscled arm out from his 
body, knelt on his hand, snatched up a rock and smashed it into the limb until she felt bones breaking from 
the fury of her assault. Then she repeated the process with the Homian soldier's other arm until both his 
upper limbs were destroyed as fighting tools.
Standing up, the girl straightened the man's legs, leapt high in the air and smashed down with both feet into 
each of his knees in turn. Mercilessly, the girl crippled the helpless young man! 
Sucking air into lungs burning from her exertions, Delya sat back and waited for her defeated enemy to 
regain consciousness. She felt no compassion for the man she'd beaten so savagely, only disdain. This was 
the enemy, and he held all the advantages of height, reach, strength and weight. Yet he'd fallen to her a slip 
of a girl. `Well,' she thought, `that's as it should be. Amazon girls are superior to any man, whatever his 
size!'
She kicked his ribs contemptuously. Men! Men the aggressors. Unable, or unwilling, to let the women of 
Amazonia live in peace, they had to be dealt with ruthlessly by the girl warriors if the Amazons were to 
survive. And Delya was up to the task.
The girl manoeuvred the man's huge bulk so that his body was spread-eagled on the wadi floor. 
She settled herself across his deep, manly chest as he came round, and held him by the hair.
"Poor boy," she teased, shaking his shaggy head as he winced with the pain of consciousness. "Did the little 
girl hurt you, then? I'm afraid you are going to be hurt much more unless you tell me all I want to know 
about the large army you Homians are gathering together."
Pain clouded the man's mind. It was agony to move his arms. Pain lanced through both legs. His balls were 
on fire. The girl he'd been trying to destroy was pinning his mighty frame to the ground as she straddled him, 
shaking him by the hair like he was some sort of doll. She had beaten him. A slender, frail looking girl had 
beaten him, a mighty male warrior, and he was at her mercy.
He looked up through bloodied eyes into the beautiful face of the Amazon girl and saw no compassion, only 
resolve. Fear flooded his mind and conveyed itself to the triumphant girl. 
She smiled down at him. "You will tell little Delya all she wants to 
know, won't you darling!"
"Never!" he mouthed, bravely.
Smack! Her fist slammed into his mouth. He cried out. He felt a tooth go. Smack! This time female knuckles 
smashed into his eye. Smack! She broke his nose.
Sobbing with fear and pain, the male warrior tried to throw the girl from him, but his hugely muscled arms 
wouldn't function. He knew he could crush her frail female body with his mighty legs, but she had rendered 
them useless too. Now the deadly young girl was cutting his face to ribbons with her fists, and smiling as she 
did so.
With sinking heart, the terrified young man realised there was no escape. He was at the mercy of this 
terrible, deadly girl. It was unthinkable that he, a mighty Homian warrior had been overpowered by a slip of 
a girl, but it had happened. She had beaten him. Now she was going to destroy him and there was nothing he 
could do about it. Tears flowed down the broken man's cheeks as he lay sobbing under the weight of his 
female conqueror.
The girl slithered backwards until she straddled the man's bulging thighs. She ran two silky, female hands 
down the man's corded stomach, caressed his abdomen until, despite his pain and terror, he panted with 
pleasure. Then she slid her hands between the man's legs to tease his tortured genitals.
"Pleasure or pain, pain or pleasure, what's it to be?" said Delya.
One hand gently brought the squirming man's massive cock into a throbbing, thrusting erection, making him 
moan with desire. Then her other hand struck.
With a snarl which distorted her face into a fiendish mask, the girl tightened her tiny hand round the man's 
balls and squeezed with all her might. The man screamed. Pain scorched his brain. His will broke. The 
mighty male fighter begged the slender young girl to stop hurting him. He begged for mercy.....
	
	
	
	
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"He told me everything," Delya informed the Council, "after which I strangled him to death. It felt so good 
killing a huge, powerful, male warrior with my bare hands. He still had an erection when he died!"
The women of the Council smiled. They had all experienced the wonderfully sexual sensation of killing men 
with their bare hands. 
"To summarise the situation," continued Delya, "the Homian army has been mainly recruited from the South 
of the country. This makes sense because the men who we either killed or captured last year were from the 
North, the part of the country nearest Amazonia. 
Most of the recruits are untrained in disciplined warfare. They have just turned up with their weapons!
Herculum, the leader, has not been trained as an officer. He was a simple warrior until we destroyed the 
Homian Officer Corps. 
He was elected to take command because, even among the Homians, he is a huge man and massively strong. 
He is well supported by the bully boys of the army who have taken over most of the key positions. The 
stupid men follow him because of his huge presence and because he has promised them that they will avenge 
the defeat we inflicted on them last year and every man will be given a female captive when they win! 
He intends to march North as soon as the last contingent of  
warriors arrive, about now!
Against the advice of the few remaining Homian Officers, he is making no attempt to train his men, but plans 
to march straight here and overwhelm us with male physical and numerical superiority.
He has dredged the country for manpower. His army is between 
four and five thousand strong!"
There was a collective gasp of amazement as Delya finished her report. Four to five thousand men! The 
Amazons at best could only muster two thousand warriors. Two thousand girls against five thousand men. 
The Council members looked grave. The odds weren't good!
"What happened to Anona?" one of the Council members enquired.
Delya shook her head. "I don't know," she confessed. "After I milked the Homian dry I hurried back as 
quickly as I could with the information I'd extracted from him. I hoped that Anona would be here before me. 
I only hope she wasn't taken by the Homians."
"So do we all," said the Queen. "We will pray to the Goddess for her safe return. Meanwhile, we 
must plan our campaign to meet the coming invasion. We are eternally grateful to you, Delya, for   
the wonderful way you've carried out your mission and for killing two of our enemies in the 
process."

Delya drew herself up proudly. She'd enjoyed killing the Homians. She remembered the Homian 
Officer's huge body jerking under her as he spurted his sperm against her buttocks as she strangled him 
to death. 

Now she could look forward to the coming battle. Because of her information, she had given the 
Amazons a chance of victory whatever the odds, and she was looking forward to fighting and killing 
more mighty male warriors, the enemies of her people.
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To be continued.