Homians 7
By Hardie
TheAmazon girl, Anona, is left behind in Homian territory where she preys on male soldiers.


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

 (The story so far. Hearing that the Homians were mobilising a large 
force, the Amazons despatched two girls into Homian territory to find 
out the males' intentions. They killed two sentries and kidnapped a 
Homian officer. While one girl, Delya, tortured the information she 
needed from him, the other girl, Anona, led the Homian pursuit away from 
her compatriot. Delya made her way back to Amazonia with her 
information. Anona was still operating in Homia.) 

				............. 

Anona grunted with effort. Her hands were locked around the big man's 
throat, her thumbs digging into his Adam's apple, driving it into his 
windpipe, cutting off the supply of air to his brain. 

Gradually the male warrior's useless struggles became more and more 
feeble. The girl increased her pressure, wriggling her body on top of 
the man's to stimulate her sexual organs; first moaning, then crying out 
in ecstasy, her insides melting in glorious orgasms as she strangled the 
mightily muscled soldier to death with her bare hands. 

Gradually the girl's body settled as her savage lust was spent. She 
looked into the Homian's sightless eyes, shook her hair over her 
shoulders and let go. 

Both adversaries were naked. The Homian soldier had stumbled on the girl 
as he helped to search for the unknown murderers of the Army sentries. 
Completely unaware that he'd found his quarry, the young man had allowed 
himself to be seduced by the beautiful girl. 

First of all she'd worked him up into a mighty erection, then milked him 
dry as he lay back in oblivious bliss. Then, as his magnificent male 
body relaxed in post-coital weakness, the girl struck. 
 
Carefully selecting her spot, the girl stomped her foot into the man's 
exposed throat, cutting off his vocal chords, preventing him from crying 
out. As his body jerked in shock she dropped onto the soft part of his 
stomach just below the sternum and drove the air from his lungs. 

Without let up, the girl swung her arms round in a huge arc and slammed 
the palms of her hands into the Homian's ears, smashing the drums, 
filling his head with a dreadful ringing and destroying his equilibrium. 

Then, as his hands went to his shattered ears, the girl turned her fist 
over so that her clenched fingers faced upwards, and, with a devastating 
short arm jab, smashed the knuckle of her middle finger into the bottom 
of the man's nose. Blood spurted as the girl's savage blow drove 
cartilage into the frontal lobe of his brain, causing terrible damage, 
leaving him half-paralysed as cranial functions were scrambled by the 
attack. 

The lithe young Amazon pivoted on the soldier's chest so that she faced 
his feet, pulled his limp cock out of the way with one hand and drove 
her other fist like a hammer into his balls. Once, twice, thrice, before 
the most terrible of all pains overwhelmed him. The man's huge body 
simply seized up as his brain refused to cope. His body twitched 
uncontrollably, limbs flapping feebly, as the girl knelt over the man's 
supine frame. 

She lowered her lithe, curvaceous body once more onto the soldier's 
massive chest, fastened her delicate, female fingers around his thick 
neck and choked the huge male warrior to death. 

The girl stood up, chest heaving as she took in deep breaths to calm 
herself down. She looked to where the man had left his sword and 
throwing knife. The sword was too large to hide in her disguise as a 
peasant woman. She picked up the knife and it's sheath of leather and 
strapped the weapon to her thigh. When she put on her long peasant dress 
it hid the knife completely. 
 				.............. 

 For two days Anona had crashed through the undergrowth of a large area 
of Homian woodland, staying ahead of her pursuers, leading them on with 
the sound of her seemingly clumsy progress. 

On the third day the sound of pursuit died away and Anona had decided to 
wait for a while then return to spy on the Homian army to see which way 
they went. 

It was as she was collecting a supply of wild fruit from some bushes 
that she'd been surprised by the male soldier. She admonished herself 
for her carelessness and realised she was lucky to still be alive. 

Now she had to find out how many men they'd left behind to search for 
her. Her victim would soon be missed and she needed to know whether she 
could kill all her pursuers or if she had to flee. 

She found the Homian camp later that morning. There were three of them. 
The NCO in charge was totally disillusioned with the search and looked 
upon his present assignment as a nice way of relaxing until the summons 
came to rejoin the main army. 

Anona heard him expounding on his theory that the Homian Officer who had 
disappeared had killed his own sentries so that he could desert the 
army, and that he was long gone by now. 

The girl had to make up her mind. She was quite sure she could kill all 
three men if she had to. On the other hand, the theory that the Homian 
Officer was responsible for the deaths of his own men meant that the 
Amazons weren't suspected. 

She knew that when they eventually found the body of the man she'd just 
killed, it would make it seem even more likely that a fellow Homian was 
responsible. Their male egos would not allow them to consider that a 
woman could kill a mighty male warrior in the way their companion had 
met his death. 

Also, judging from their present attitude, she didn't think the patrol 
would be over keen to pursue the matter by mounting much of a hunt for 
the killer, so there wasn't much chance of her being swept up by mistake 
if she made her escape. 

Anona decided to go back to spy on the main Homian army and find out 
what she could about the movement of the troops. 

				................ 

"Only a complete idiot would attack us through the Appian Pass," 
exclaimed Lida, , Amazon Princess, daughter of Queen Heta. "It's the 
most easily defended route into Amazonia there is. The track is steep. 
The valley floor is narrow. I'd love to trap a male army in there! There 
wouldn't be many left after I'd finished with them. But it won't happen, 
mother. Even a novice like Herculum would come by the longer route." 

"Under normal circumstances, my dear, you'd be right," said the Queen. 
"However, I think I may just be able to get the Homians to do what I 
want them to do. All it takes is a little bit of cunning!" 

				............... 

The Homian slaves were finishing their day's work on the large, 
Amazonian farm. Situated close to the neutral buffer zone between 
Amazonia and Homia, the farm had a small garrison of girl soldiers who 
supervised the slaves as well as continuously practising their military 
skills. 

There had been an air of expectant excitement among both the girls and 
the slaves alike since a breathless messenger had arrived that morning 
with the devastating news that Princess Lida was leading a rebellion 
against her own mother, the Queen, and that many women warriors were 
flocking to the banner of the young girl. Amazonia was in turmoil! 

And now the moment of decision had arrived for Rotura, the estate 
supervisor and garrison commander. A large force of Lida's supporters 
had advanced on the farm and Rotura was being asked to either join the 
rebellion or surrender to the rebels. 

The guards herded their charges into the slave quarters, locked them in 
and rushed to the scene of the confrontation. In their hurry they forgot 
about the two men whose duty it was to fetch the slaves' water 
containers from the well. The Homians found themselves locked out of 
their own quarters! 

"Escape!" hissed a voice from behind the locked door. "Find out what is 
happening, then make your way home. Find our leaders and tell them. If 
the women are fighting each other it will be a glorious opportunity for 
our men to attack the female fiends and defeat them and set us all free. 
Go!" 

The two Homians knew the layout of the farm very well and made their way 
to the loft of a barn overlooking the area of confrontation. Even as 
they took up their positions the situation deteriorated. Harsh words 
were spoken, then, with a clash of sword, the rebels threw themselves at 
the garrison forces. 

"It's true!" said Tokus, in amazement. "They're killing each other. Come 
on. Let's get out of here!" 

"I'm with you," agreed Harun, his companion. "Let's go!" 

They were almost clear of the farm when disaster struck. Harun, speeding 
down a wooded slope, caught his foot on a root and crashed to the 
ground. When he tried to get up, he could hardly stand. His ankle was 
swelling up even as he looked at it, and he could barely hobble. 

"You must go on," he said to Tokus. "I'll be all right. Just get the 
news to Homia! I'll meet up with you as soon as I can." 

Realising that that was the only sensible solution, Tokus hugged his 
companion and set off to the South. 

Back at the farm, the girls soon stopped fighting. `Dead' warriors 
miraculously came back to life and everyone seemed amazingly friendly 
all of a sudden. 

"The slaves have gone as planned, and should be well on their way," said 
Rotura. "Now all we can do is wait to see if our ruse has worked!" 

But the girls had finished their performance too soon. Hauling himself 
up to a vantage point some three hundred yards away, Harum, the injured 
Homian, watched the girls leave the battle ground in friendly groups and 
realised that he and Tokus had been deceived. He realised that, somehow, 
he had to reach the Homians and warn them of the Amazons' trickery. 

				............. 

Anona sensed the excitement even before she reached the village. 
Normally she'd have gone around the settlement in order to get to the 
Homian camp, so that she wouldn't have any awkward questions to answer. 
To-day, however, she thought it advisable to go and see what was 
happening. 

"The army's marching," a woman informed her, thinking that she was 
addressing just another peasant woman heading for market. "They say the 
Amazons are at each others' throats and Herculum is going to attack them 
while they're too busy fighting each other to guard the routes. The 
army's due through here in a little while." 

The Amazon was bewildered. Her Sisters fighting each other? Ridiculous! 
Something was wrong, though, and she thought the best thing to do was 
speed back to Amazonia ahead of the male army and warn the women 
warriors of the impending attack. 

It was two days later, while she lay by a remote cottage, looking for 
any food she could steal, that she spotted Harun limping towards the 
cottage. 

She immediately recognised him as an Amazon slave. Like all slaves of 
the women warriors, he was stark naked, and bore the mark of his owner 
on his left bicep. 

"Help! C'mon," shouted the large Homian. "Open up. I need help. This is 
life or death! Open up, quickly!" 

Anona sidled closer as the cottage door opened and a Homian male 
emerged, clutching a large staff and looking suspiciously at his 
visitor. 

"Stay where you are," he ordered. "I warn you, I am an ex Homian warrior 
and will not hesitate to set my staff about your skull. So tell me, who 
are you, and what do you want of me?" 

"An ex soldier," cried Harun. "Thank the Gods! I am Harun, an escaped 
captive of the Amazons. They tricked my companion..." 

As Harun told his tale, Anona listened in alarm. She immediately grasped 
that her queen was trying to trick the Homians into using the easily 
defended Appian Pass route into Amazonia. But, if word got back to the 
Homian army that they'd been deceived, then the Amazon plan would fail. 
It was up to her to stop this happening, and the only way she could 
think of to do it was to kill the only two men who could warn the male 
army. 

 Carefully, the Amazon warrior removed the long, coarse dress she wore 
to disguise herself as a peasant. She unstrapped the knife from her 
thigh and held it so that the blunt side of the blade lay along the palm 
of her hand. Then she stood up. 

The Homians were completely stunned as the gorgeous naked girl suddenly 
appeared a few yards from where they were standing. 

With one fluid movement the young Amazon threw the knife. The Homian 
farmer tried to deflect the flying weapon with his staff, but his 
reactions to the girl's attack were too slow. The knife thudded into his 
body and buried itself up to the hilt in his stomach. 

The man's eyes opened wide in shock as he stared at the hilt protruding 
from his flesh. Then the pain struck. He dropped his staff, and sank to 
his knees with a cry of despair, clutching the dagger as blood seeped 
from the wound. 

Harun stared in disbelief as the ex warrior fell to the ground. Then the 
girl was on him. 

Covering the ground that separated her from the man in a few swift 
strides, the acrobatic young girl threw herself feet first at the 
Homian's injured ankle, smashing into his limb with stunning force, 
scything him down as his leg gave way under the agonising attack. 

The huge man thudded to the ground as his lithe female adversary rolled 
away from him and regained her feet in one fluid movement. 

With great good fortune, Harun's hand landed on the ex warrior's 
discarded staff. 

Using his enormous strength, the Homian lifted the weapon with one hand 
and flailed at the girl as she threatened to attack. 

With a cry of alarm, Anona jumped back out of reach. Her heel caught on 
an exposed root and the girl stumbled backwards and sat down on her 
shapely rump! 

Harun pulled himself awkwardly to his feet and limped forwards. The 
lithe young Amazon sprang upright and faced her male foe. 

In Harun's hand the eight foot pole seemed like a mere twig as he 
bunched his powerful shoulder muscles and slashed the staff from side to 
side as he limped forwards, forcing the girl to back off. 

Anona's eyes swept over her opponent. He was a formidable adversary for 
a teenage girl, with wide shoulders, bunches of muscle on upper arms, an 
endlessly deep chest and massively muscled thighs bulging out below a 
narrow waist. His thick cock hung down between his powerful legs like a 
sheep's cropped tail and his laden balls swung low behind his penis. 

Although the male warrior towered over her, the girl realised that she 
had the advantage of mobility. There was no way the man could catch up 
with her. At the same time she had to keep her distance while he proved 
so dextrous with the staff. 

She had just decided to wear the Homian down by forcing him to use the 
pole continuously, when, as if he'd read her thoughts, Harun shouted to 
the badly wounded farmer. 

"Does anyone else live here, farmer? I need help to get my message 
through. Do you understand? I can't catch the girl. She'll wear me out 
then kill us both if there's no one to help us." 

The wounded ex soldier could just about understand what was happening. 
"My son," he croaked. "My son should be back soon." 

Harun smiled. "You hear that, girl? His son is coming." 

He spoke to the wounded man again. "How old is he? Can he handle the 
girl?" 

"Yes, he's eighteen. He's big. He's strong. He'll avenge his father, 
girl. Hegar will avenge me.." The man groaned and rolled on his side as 
the pain bit into his soul. 

Anona thought furiously as the Homian exulted at the news. She needed to 
finish him off before any more men arrived! She bent down, picked up a 
large stone and threw it at the man's head. 

The Homian desperately tried to avoid the missile, but, from a distance 
of a few yards, the girl could hardly miss such a big target. The stone 
thudded into Harun's chest, making him gasp with pain. 

Another stone thumped into his shoulder, and another hit his thigh as 
the girl began bombarding him with rocks. 

With a cry of fury, Harun bent down to pick up a rock of his own to 
return the salvo. This was the moment Anona had been waiting for and she 
seized her opportunity. With a blood chilling shriek she launched 
herself at her massive male adversary. 

Harun was caught in two minds. He didn't know whether to use the staff 
or the rock, and, in the end, had opportunity to use neither. As he 
straightened up to meet her assault, the girl lashed her foot into the 
man's dangling balls. 

Staff and rock fell to the ground as the man's knees buckled and his 
hands went hold his shattered genitals. 

Anona pivoted on one foot, and, with the grace of a ballerina, swung her 
shapely leg until her instep smashed into the man's face.  

Blood flew from his broken nose as the powerful man staggered on rubber 
legs. Only male pride and desperate courage kept the Homian on his feet. 

The girl laced into him, giving the crippled male no respite as she 
pounded his body with a barrage of punches from her flashing fists. 
Harun was forced to give ground. Desperately the bewildered male fighter 
tried to counter the attack of the nubile young girl warrior but he 
could not match theAmazon's speed and skill. 

Remorselessly the girl poured punch after punch into the man's face and 
body, avoiding his own attempts at retaliation with contemptuous ease as 
her fists smacked into male flesh with devastating accuracy. 

The slender female fighter forced the massive male to stumble backwards 
under a barrage of blows until she had him pinned against the cottage 
wall. 

Coolly, the girl closed with her hulking male adversary, lined up her 
target and drove her knee up between his massive thighs to crash into 
his balls. 

With a keening cry of male anguish, the Homian sank to his knees, 
clutching his battered balls, his face distorted in agony. 

Anona pivoted on one shapely leg, swung her other limb in a graceful arc 
and smashed her foot into the unfortunate man's temple. His huge body 
sprawled face down on the ground, spread-eagled in a state of semi-
conscious, masculine defeat. 
  
Panting from her exertions, Anona strode over to the stricken farmer. 
Disdainfully, she kicked him onto his back, ignoring the wounded man's 
pleas for mercy. The girl removed his hands from their feeble grasp on 
her knife, put one foot on the man's barrel like chest and pulled the 
knife from his body. 

As blood poured from the dying ex soldier, Anona strolled over to the 
prostrate form of Harun and knelt beside him. Brutally the girl held him 
by the hair and jerked up his head. Then the demure young girl slit the 
man's throat. 

Returning to the moaning farmer, the Amazon stood over him. "Who else is 
in the vicinity, Homian,other than your son?" she asked. "Answer me 
truthfully and I will kill you quickly, otherwise you can lie here and 
bleed to death in agony!" 

"There is no one." The man could barely speak. His eyes pleaded for 
release. Anona knew he spoke the truth. She knelt across his mighty 
chest, raised her knife and plunged it deep into the man's heart. 

"Nooooo!" she heard the shout even as the rush she always got from 
killing men threatened to melt her body with ecstatic relief. 

Gaining her feet and whirling round in one graceful movement, she saw 
the large form of a teenage Homian male emerging from the woods. Hegar 
had come home! 

She could see the look of horror on the youth's face as he tried to take 
in the scene of two men lying dead at the feet of a young, naked girl. 

Without any thought, other than that of revenge for his father's death, 
the young man charged across the clearing. 

Anona's body tingled with alarm as she became instantly aware of her 
predicament. The young man was armed with a staff no less formidable 
than the one his father had borne, and he obviously had the strength to 
use it! 

She flicked her knife into the throwing position and hurled the weapon 
at the charging male. But she had no time to work out the flight and it 
was the hilt of the knife, rather than the point, which struck the 
Homian in the chest. He simply ignored the blow and, with a roar of rage 
and anguish, struck out at the slender form of the girl. 

Anona leapt sideways as the staff thudded into the ground, raising a 
cloud of dust. She danced away as the young man roared with rage, raised 
the staff again and bore down on her. 

The girl knew that she could easily escape from the crazed youth if she 
wanted to run away, but she also knew that she must destroy all the 
evidence of her presence. The Homian army was sure to come this way, and 
if her presence and her killing of the men was revealed, suspicions 
might be aroused which could lead to the failure of the Amazon plot to 
lure the male army to destruction. 

She had to stay and fight! 

With athletic grace, the nimble young girl danced away from the wild 
attack of the demented youth. Gaining a few moments, she snatched up the 
staff that Hegar's father had used and swung it at the distraught young 
man, aiming low, sweeping the end of the staff into his ankles, even as 
she swayed aside from his own mighty blow. 
 
Hegar's feet were cut from under him. His huge body crashed to the 
ground in an untidy heap of flailing limbs and flying staff. 

Anona lined up her target, raised her staff and brought it down with 
measured force on the back of the big youth's skull. He slumped 
unconscious at her feet. 

Working quickly, the girl stripped her victim naked and used the cord 
which gathered in his rough tunic to tie round his balls. She passed the 
cord between his muscular legs so that she could control him from behind 
his broad back. Then she waited for him to regain consciousness. 

Using her staff like a cattle prod and the cord like reins, Anona forced 
the powerful young man to carry the dead bodies into the wood where 
they'd soon be taken care of by the hungry scavengers of the animal 
kingdom. 

Hegar worked in a trance. He was overcome with grief at his father's 
death, and could scarcely believe that this slender girl had killed two 
men and rendered himself powerless. He sobbed with shame and sorrow as 
he carried out the girl's orders. Then, as he as about to tumble his 
father's body into a small gully, he began to realise that his own life 
would undoubtedly be forfeit as soon as the girl had no further use for 
him. 

Anona was delighted her huge captive was so docile. She could never have 
handled the massive bodies of the dead Homians by herself, and envied 
the young man his strength. She studied the powerful rippling muscles of 
the young Homian as he effortlessly moved the heavy  bodies of her 
victims. If only she could add male strength to her fighting skills.... 

Hegar sensed the girl's distraction. He had his father's body draped 
across his powerful shoulders, and, with an enormous effort, swivelled 
round and heaved the corpse at the astonished girl. 

Anona drew back in surprise as the body crashed in front of her, landing 
across the cord which bound Hegar's balls, dragging it from her hand, 
making the youth howl in agony, while a flopping, heavily muscled arm 
sent her staggering backwards as it swatted the staff from the girl's 
grasp, . 

Hegar was free. Reaching between his legs, he gathered up the slack cord 
and ran! 

Horrified at the turn of events, Anona set off in pursuit. 

Anona was too focused on the job in hand to appreciate the irony of a 
powerful, muscular male fleeing from the slight form of a slender young 
girl as she set about the task of running him down. 

And it didn't take her long. The powerfully muscled young man was not 
built for stamina. His massive muscles burned off oxygen faster than he 
could gulp air into his lungs, and he soon found himself having to slow 
down, panting for breath as he tried to escape from the deadly Amazon 
girl. 

At the edge of a small clearing, the male slowed to a halt, and, on 
trembling legs, chest heaving, he turned to fight. 

Anona gave him no respite. She could see how distressed he was and 
attacked immediately. Feinting with her left fist, the girl drew his 
guard, then swung her right high into the eye of the male fighter who 
towered over her. 

She smiled with satisfaction as her knuckles split the thin skin above 
the Homian's eye and blood gushed from the wound and poured into the eye 
of the shocked young man. 

He lunged at her with a cry of rage. Swinging mighty arms in an attempt 
to destroy the savage girl. Anona ducked under his attack, came up 
inside his powerful arms and drove her fist into his dangling balls with 
stunning force. 

The huge male body stiffened in shock. Then, as the pain screeched into 
the youth's brain, Hegar let out a bellow of agony and collapsed at the 
girl's feet. And, quick as a cat, the Amazon dropped astride his broad 
back and locked her arms around the young man's throat in a deadly choke 
hold. 

Hegar felt his air supply being cut off. Desperately he tried to pry the 
girl's arms from his around his neck, but it was no good. He had no 
purchase, no way to get his hands between the Amazon's forearm and his 
throat. 

As his senses swam, the mighty male fighter used all his strength to get 
to his knees, with the girl clinging like a limpet to his back. 

Seizing her opportunity, the young Amazon swung her shapely legs around 
the youth's stomach and locked them round his waist in a vice like 
scissors grip. 

The young male had no answer to the girl's attack. Gradually his mighty 
body sank back to the ground. Anona felt his powerfully muscled stomach 
collapse under the force of her scissors and the lack of air going into 
his lungs. She felt his powerfully muscled limbs go limp as she poured 
all her strength into her holds. Then there was no resistance. She had 
her huge, muscular, male opponent completely at her mercy. 

Coming off her prey, the girl turned him over so that he lay on his 
back. She lowered herself onto the beautifully sculpted body of her male 
victim and felt the familiar excitement of the kill as she fastened her 
fingers around the young man's windpipe. 

In an ecstatic meltdown of sexual orgasm, the lithe, nubile girl 
strangled the powerful male fighter to death. 

					........ 

To be continued...