Homians 8 by Hardie, Hardiewh@aol.com A Homian warrior is forced into treason, and is killed by an Amazon girl in single combat. This story contains explicit sexual material and should be read by adults only. (So far...The Homians, preparing to invade Amazonia with a large force of 5000 men, have been tricked into advancing through a narrow mountain pass, in the belief that civil war is raging between rival Amazon factions, and that their invasion will be unopposed because of this.) ............ The ten-man Homian patrol struggled up the steep mountainside, hacking their way up an almost overgrown animal path. Their Commander, Herculum, had sent them up there to overview the pass below and check if the way through was clear of Amazon warriors as he was sure it would be. With some relief, the leading soldier burst out of the clinging foliage into a narrow clearing which sloped upwards in front of him for a hundred yards or so. "Thank the Gods," he exclaimed wearily. "Here's some easy going at last, lads. Soon be at the top." Thankfully the exhausted men emerged from the jungle-like forest and made their way slowly across the clearing. They were almost there when the Amazons struck. The first the men knew that they were in danger was when they heard the twang of bow strings and half the patrol went down with arrows protruding from their chests. As the survivors stood gaping in shock, half a dozen Amazons sprang from the undergrowth and charged into the attack. The weary male soldiers were no match for the ferocious young girl warriors. Valiantly the men tried to force aching muscles to wield their weapons. But it was no use. The girls simply overwhelmed the exhausted men and cut them down where they stood. All except one. Axon was the rearguard, and was a good twenty yards behind the others when the women warriors attacked. When he saw what was happening to his comrades, he momentarily froze with shock. Then he turned and ran! Nohra rose from her hiding place, where she'd been positioned for just such a contingency. If she was aware that the whole success or failure of the Amazon scheme now rested on her slender shoulders, she didn't let it worry her. She heard the patrol leader shout, "Take him alive!" and she threw down her weapons and raced to cut off the escape of the fleeing male soldier. A flying tackle brought his huge frame crashing to the ground and the girl was on him. As the male warrior went down, all the breath knocked out of him, the girl straddled his spine, twisted one mighty arm up behind his back with one hand and hauled his head back by the hair with the other. "Were you going somewhere?" she crooned into the helpless man's ear. "I'd much rather you stayed and talked to me for a while." She heaved on his hair, bringing tears to man's eyes as he cried out in pain. "Well done!" the Amazon patrol leader reached the scene. "Let's find out exactly what this little group were supposed to do, shall we?" She prodded the man with her blood stained sword. "Bring him!" She turned to Nohra. "He's your prisoner. Make him talk!" The girls strung the Homian up between two trees, his body spread- eagled, tied by wrists and ankles. Nohra swayed seductively towards her terrified prisoner. She undid the belt which gathered his leather tunic into his waist. Licking her lips as she smiled into the man's starting eyes, she slowly brought her knife up towards his throat. As he gasped in terror, the girl inserted her blade into the neck of his tunic, pulled the leather away from his body and sliced downwards, opening the garment like a hunter skinning a deer. Swiftly, the girl sliced through the seams of his sleeves and stepped back as the leather dropped from the man's body. Another deft stroke dropped the man's undergarment to the ground and the Homian hung naked before the girls. Even by Homian standards, he was a magnificent specimen of masculinity. Slabs of muscle defined his tautened stomach. Bulging biceps took the strain of the ropes which bound his wrists, while powerfully developed shoulders pulled his chest outwards and upwards to display its awesome depth. Thickly muscled thighs strained on his parted legs while his cock hung limply on laden balls. Nohra moved behind her prisoner. She reached round him, one hand sliding down to caress the sensitive area behind the man's dangling balls, while the other gently worked across his cobbled stomach and reached downwards towards his now throbbing cock. "You like being captured by a girl, don't you, soldier?" She rubbed her silky fingers up the shaft of the man's expanding member. "I can tell because your cock's becoming nice and hard," she purred. "You like what I'm doing to you, don't you?" She dug her nails into the man's cock, making him gasp. "Answer me!" she commanded. "Y..y..yes, I like it," said the Homian. "Right," said Nohra, "you have a choice. You can tell me all about your little journey up to the rim of the pass and why you've brought these flags with you. You tell me all about it and I'll keep playing nicely with your lovely big cock. Of course, if you don't want to tell me, then I'll have to be very naughty and do horrible things to your poor little balls." She cupped the man's balls in her hand and gave them a short, sharp squeeze. Axon cried out as the pain burned his groin. Then the girl was caressing him once more. Sweat stood out on his forehead as he felt his cock thrusting outwards, twitching for relief as the young girl's fingers worked their magic. "The flags are signals, aren't they," said the girl. He nodded. "One is to show the pass is safe, and the other is to warn the army of danger. Is that right?" The girl's fingers closed threateningly round the man's balls. "Yes, that's right," he gasped. "Which is the warning?" she slid her hand gently along the shaft of the soldier's throbbing cock, feeling the tension in the man's muscles as his body tautened towards climax. Then she let go. The Homian's pelvis thrust forwards, seeking contact for his frustrated cock as he panted for relief. Instead, female fingers enclosed his balls in a vice like grip and an awful agony convulsed his mighty body as the girl tortured his testicles. "You see, I can really hurt you if I want to," said Nohra, "but I'm sure I won't have to. After all, we only want our army to help us to overthrow our Queen." Her fingers caressed the shaft of the man's cock as she lied blatantly. His body arched backwards, eyes closed, mouth open, tensing for the final stoke which would send him spurting into shuddering, melting climax. The girl stopped. "One word! You'll help your own comrades as well as us if you give us the answer," she murmured sensually. "Which is the warning?" "White!" he gasped. "White's the warning!" His eyes started from his head. Sweat poured down Axon's straining torso. He wanted to believe the girl, but, more than that, he desperately wanted to feel her silky fingers on his cock once more! "So black will stop the army?" Her fingers danced across the man's lower abdomen, sending shudders of pleasure pulsing through his body. "No, white," he cried. "White's the warning!" The Amazon leader gave Nohra a nod. The young Amazon girl closed her fingers lightly over the man's throbbing cock and flickered up and down. The Homian came in a huge, shuddering, cum-spurting convulsion which sent shafts of pleasure into the loins of the watching girls. They loved to see a magnificently muscled male animal being milked and humiliated by a young girl warrior. And no one moved to help as Nohra cut him down, tied his wrists together while he stood in post-coital docility, then fastened a loop around his neck so that she could lead him like a dog. He was her prisoner. She had tamed him. She could handle him on her own. "Strip the biggest body," the leader ordered. "We'll dress him before we get him to make the signal." The girls and their captive moved on upwards to the rim of the valley, leaving the bodies of the Homian soldiers lying where they fell. .................... Two hours later, the Homian army lookouts spotted the diminutive figure of a man, standing on an outcrop of rock, a thousand feet above them waving a flag. The colour was black. The pass was clear. The army lumbered forwards into the narrow gap in the mountains. Nohra made her Homian prisoner wave the black flag again at various vantage points along the rim. At the narrowest part of the pass a party of a dozen or so very young Amazon girls stood by several piles of boulders perched precariously on wooden sledges at the edge of the ravine. They stayed well out of sight while Axon waved his flag, and watched from hiding as the male army snaked through the narrow passage far below. Nohra faced her massive prisoner. "Now that your army is well on its way into our trap," she said, "you are of no further use to us, except," she paused, "as entertainment! Your army won't reach the head of the pass for several hours yet, so I think we have time for some fun. I think you're a weak minded, cowardly dog, despite your size. We have tricked you into betraying your army, and now I think one of our young trainee warriors should be good enough to make you pay the price of your uselessness." She led him to a clearing away from the edge of the ravine and, as the young girls and the older female warriors formed a circle, she made him strip off his `borrowed' tunic until he stood naked before the Amazons. "Who wants to attain warrior status by fighting this Homian trash?" asked Nohra of the young girls, and, before, anyone else could move, a devastatingly beautiful fourteen year old sprang forward. "I'll fight him!" she said confidently, looking the massive male warrior up and down with a slight sneer on her lovely face. "I, Anna, am ready to kill a male soldier with my bare hands to attain full warrior status. But maybe he's too scared to fight a little Amazon girl!" The Amazons gasped at the sight of the girl challenging the huge male warrior. The fourteen year-old was a little taller than the rest of the girls at five foot four inches, but still looked tiny compared to the Homian. Jet black hair framed her delicately beautiful face as large, dark eyes gazed calmly at her massive opponent. Her breasts thrust belligerently upwards over a slender waist as she removed her tunic to expose her naked, young body; and hard, barely defined female muscles rippled below her smoothly tanned skin as she moved lithely towards the man with the grace of a hunting panther. "Now fight, manchild!" she said, and she slapped him hard across the face with one hand and flicked his balls with the other. The Homian could hardly credit what was happening. This chit of a girl was actually challenging him, a Homian warrior, to fight her! All the shame and frustration of the fate that had befallen him that day roared to the surface of his soul, and, with a howl of rage, he struck out at the frail young girl who was teasing him. Anna swayed aside and lashed her tiny foot into the big man's balls. Pain lanced through his brain as his hands dropped towards his injured organs and his huge body folded over bent knees. Calmly the dark-haired young beauty sprang forward and stabbed her fingers into the injured male's eyes, then jumped back as his massive arm flailed at her in a vain attempt at retaliation. Axon was hurt. His balls ached and his eyes were blurred, and he went after the girl with a fury which would have terrified a lesser opponent. Anna, however, was quite prepared for this. She had judged the situation coolly before she'd volunteered to fight the male warrior. She knew he was tired from his climb to the rim of the valley, and she knew from her lessons on males that the more muscular they were, the less stamina they had. And this was the most awesomely muscular male she'd ever seen! He was also demoralised. He'd been captured by a girl, half tricked and half terrified into luring his comrades into an Amazon trap, then tormented with his treachery and paraded naked before a party of teenage girls. Anna was sure he'd be weary, confused by events and devastated by his own actions. She knew that this was an excellent opportunity to bring a mighty male fighter to his knees and win for herself the status she craved! She danced nimbly away from the huge male's fierce attack, an elusive wisp before his clubbing blows, swaying and ducking as the mighty arms flailed the empty space she'd occupied but a moment before. The girl cleverly drew the strength from the powerful male by giving him a target, then moving away as he struck at her. She knew she wouldn't have to keep up her tactics for very long; that he'd soon run out of steam as he chased her frantically round the ring. And so it was. Blow after mighty blow slashed the air in vain, until the furious man stood, massive chest heaving, gasping for air as he tried to focus on the dark-eyed beauty who was tormenting him. Anna moved into the attack. She knew every weak point on the male body from the comprehensive tuition she'd received at the Amazon fighting school, and was prepared to take full advantage of her knowledge. But, amazingly, Axon was standing with his legs apart! She could not ignore such an invitation to strike. With supreme confidence, the gorgeous young girl closed with the huge Homian. His mighty arms were about to engulf her frail looking body, when she blasted her knee into the unfortunate man's balls. Axon's arms failed to complete their manoeuvre as his hands automatically reached for his damaged testicles. Thankfully, knowing the risk she'd taken, Anna danced clear and threw her fists at the man's face as his head came down as he hugged his balls. There was a series of satisfying smacks as the girl's sharp little knuckles made contact with the Homian's vulnerable eyes, causing swelling, making it even harder for him to focus. He staggered back, head down, holding his battered balls with one hand, using his other arm to protect his huge frame from the little girl's savage attack as her fists speared at his eyes. The Amazons yelled their encouragement as they watched the amazing spectacle of the massively muscled male being forced to retreat before the fierce aggression of the slender young girl. Anna looked to cripple him. She swivelled on one leg to generate momentum, then spun round and drove her heel into the man's knee with a sickening thud. Axon roared in agony. His leg buckled and he almost went down. With a mighty effort, he straightened up, shook his massive head to clear his brain and almost choked as the girl rammed her stiffened fingers into his throat. The girl gave the male warrior no respite, swarming over him with feet and fists, picking her targets - eyes, balls, throat, knees, shins, feet - whichever was open as the desperate man tried to fend off the fiendish young female who was stinging him to defeat with her waspish strikes on his wilting male body. Remorselessly, the mighty male warrior was driven back by the sheer ferocity of the young girl fighter's attack. His arms flailed ineffectually both in attack, as he tried to land a telling blow, and in defence, where the girl seemed to be able to hit him at will. Anna double him over with a tattoo of fierce punches into the man's ribs, then smacked her fist into the swelling above his eye. Blood flowed as the skin burst under the pressure, and the stricken male found himself totally blinded with his own blood. With a dreadful howl of male anguish, the desperately tired male made one last effort to strike down the frail young girl who was tearing him apart. When Homians fought each other, they grappled. They tried to take each other down. The stronger fighter usually prevailed. And Axon was strong! He was used to winning, to beating other strong men into submission. Now, however, it was he who was being beaten, and it wasn't a stronger man who was beating him, it was a teenage girl half his size! He needed to grapple with her, to use his strength to crush her frail frame until she screamed in defeat. Arms wide, he lunged forwards. Anna moved sinuously inside the man's arms, then came up underneath his massive bulk and hit him as hard as she could in his dangling, damaged balls. The man's roar of agony intermingled with the girl's screech of alarm as his body collapsed on top of her, sending both adversaries crashing to the ground. Anna was half underneath him, squashed under the weight of her huge opponent, and in a very vulnerable position. But Axon was in no condition to take advantage of this. His mind was raging with pain as all he wanted to do was get hold of his screaming balls and stop the dreadful agony which engulfed his mighty body. Anna was able to wriggle clear. To the cheers of the girls, she sprang to her feet and started stomping her stricken opponent. Axon was terrified. Pain confused him. He wanted to get up, but this fiend of a girl kept battering him down again with her flying feet and flashing fists. His aching body told him to stop fighting, to give in to the girl, to lie there and accept his fate. But he knew his fate could only be death. Death at the hands of a slip of a girl! How could this be? He was a man, a Homian soldier, a winner of a dozen fights. How could he lose to a mere girl! He had to get up, to hit her, to overcome her with his awesome strength! Summoning all his resolve, the mighty male warrior tensed his muscles, ignored the girl's blows, got on all fours, then, flailing ponderously with one massive arm at the blurred form of his female attacker to keep her away from him, he got to his feet. Anna was angry with herself for not taking full advantage of the situation when she had the man down, but she was not too bothered. She could see that the Homian was almost finished. His muscular arms flailed like leaden clubs. His vast chest heaved with effort as he tried to gulp in air. Blood streamed from his cut eye, while his other blinked furiously as he tried to focus through streaming tears, and his mighty thighs trembled with fatigue as he courageously tried to land a telling blow on his elusive young, female tormentor. The Amazon girl gave him no time to recover. She easily avoided the laboured blows of the floundering male warrior, while able to strike at will with devastating speed and calculated precision. Her fists smacked into the man once more, forcing him backwards, step by step, hair dancing on her shapely shoulders as she tore into her huge adversary with cold, female ferocity. The circle of girls parted as Axon was driven backwards towards the edge of the tree line. And, as he staggered back, his foot caught in a tangle of brambles and he toppled over. The small of the Homian's back thudded into the trunk of a dead tree lying on the forest floor. He cried out in agony as the pain sprang up his spine, then he lay there, winded, sprawled over the trunk, mighty limbs spread-eagled, his cock and balls thrust invitingly upwards by the pressure of the tree on his back. Anna was on him in a flash. Swinging one shapely leg over both man and tree trunk, she straddled him. Then, perched diagonally across his stomach, she held his left thigh open with one hand and smashed her other fist into the man's thrusting genitals. Again and again, the girl's tiny fist smacked into the howling man's balls, until he could take no more and he slumped into unconsciousness, draped across the log in ignominious defeat. The girls cheered as Anna got to her feet. She stood over her victim, legs astride, hands on hips, flushed with triumph as she took in the awesomely muscled body of the magnificent male warrior she'd destroyed. She was used to beating males. From the age of six, she'd fought boys of about her own age who were reared specially to act as opponents for the growing girl warriors. As she grew older and became more skilled at fighting, she was given older, bigger, male opponents on whom to test her ability. But none of them compared to the size of the Homian. This was a fully grown, male warrior of enormous size and great strength. And she'd beaten him. He was lying at her feet, destroyed by a fourteen year-old girl! As the man came round, he gazed through bloodied, tearful eyes at the figure of the beautiful young girl who stood over him in victory. Despite his pain, shame and terror at what fate she had in store for him, his cock rose in a massive tribute to his female conqueror. She smiled. This almost always happened when she stood over a defeated male, and she knew what to do. The slender, teenage girl stepped between the man's hugely muscled thighs, placed her foot lightly on top of his tautened balls, then pressed down.hard, crushing his battered balls against the hard bark of the fallen tree! The man's scream rang through the wooded hillside but was soon cut off as he once more slipped into unconsciousness, his mind unable to cope with the agony the girl generated in his trampled testicles. Slowly, the deadly young female lowered her shapely body onto her male victim's mighty chest. She fastened her tiny hands round the front of his throat so that her thumbs pressed down on his Adam's apple, straightened her arms, and pressed downwards. Calmly, the beautiful, dark haired girl choked the life from the magnificent body of the once mighty male warrior. And, as she choked him to death, the girl rubbed her sex on the hairs of the dying man's drum-like chest, and waves of orgasmic ecstasy washed through her nubile young body as she melted with the joy of the kill. Anna stood up proudly to the cheers of her companions. She, a slender little girl of fourteen, had fought and killed a fully grown male soldier with her bare hands. She had passed the test. She was now a fully fledged Amazon warrior! To be continued..