Homians 10. By Hardie The women of Homia seek Amazonian protection against hostile tribes. Their delegation see how Amazon girls are trained to fight and beat male adversaries. e.mail < Hardiewh@aol.com > I would like to take this opportunity to thank Betty for her suggestions on how to continue the Homian series. This story contains explicit sexual material and should be read by adults only. ........... Queen Heta spoke slowly and clearly, so that the delegation of Homian women would have no problem understanding her. "You must accept that our regime is harsh towards males. The remaining men in your land will be enslaved. Your male children will be taken from their homes and put into subjugation camps, where they will learn to obey the rule of women. Some of them will be used to fight our trainee girl warriors, and the girls will kill them. This is necessary in order to teach our young warriors how to overcome and slay male adversaries. Most of the survivors will be castrated when they reach puberty, and a few of the strongest will be used to breed with our designated matrons to supply us with the children we need to perpetuate our race. This regime may seem savage to you, but it is essential if we are to maintain our Amazon way of life, and avoid being subjugated by men!" The chief delegate nodded her head. "We know of your way of life, and there are many of us women in Homia who share your beliefs; women who share their affection with other women and have no time for males. You would gain many recruits for your army from these women who would love to be taught how to fight and overcome men. As for the rest of the nation, we have only two choices. Since your army of women massacred our fighting men, we are defenceless. The tribes on our Eastern border are aware of this and are planning to invade us as soon as their harvests are gathered in. These are tribes which we Homians have defeated and abused in the past, and whose lands we have taken. We expect no mercy from them when they come. They will slaughter and burn and rape, and we cannot stop them by ourselves. So one choice is to leave our lands and flee from the invaders until we either perish on the road, or find another place to settle. Our second choice is the one we wish to adopt, if you are willing to accept our proposition. We will place ourselves under your regime. You will gain the Homian lands, which will act as a buffer between Amazonia and the rest of the world. You will gain many thousands of female subjects, from whom you can select those you wish to train as warriors, breeders, administrators, etc. Many of our remaining males, and some of their wives, do not wish to come under your rule. They will be given the opportunity to leave the country and go where they wish. However, there are an equal number of men who say they will welcome being subjugated by females, and will become your willing slaves!" The Queen smiled. She knew this to be true. Many of the male slaves worshipped their mistresses and would have no other lives but to serve them in total subjugation. "Your proposition sounds good," she said, to the obvious relief of the delegation members. "We know that the barbarian tribes will not stop once they have sacked Homia, but will attack Amazonia also. So it is in both our interests for our peoples to unite under my rule, and do our utmost to destroy these men who threaten our existence! There are only six or seven short weeks until the harvests are gathered. Then three or four until the barbarians muster their army, so time is short." "Princess Lida," the Queen addressed her teenage daughter. "Perhaps you would conduct the Homian ladies around one of our training facilities while the Council determines our best way forward in this matter. It should only take us about an hour, then we can meet again and finalise our agreement." Princess Lida led the Homian women away. "I think there are some fights going on in the small arena. The girls involved are trying to achieve `young warrior' status, so it will mean watching teenage Amazon girls fighting older boys or men. The males will be killed by the girls if they lose, so if you'd rather not.." "No, it's all right," said Myra, the Homian leader, eyes shining at the prospect. "We would like to see this, wouldn't we ladies?" To the general assent of the women, Lida led them into the arena, , where they sat down among the other thirty or forty spectators to watch the action. A fight was just reaching its conclusion. A raven haired, young Amazon girl had her foot on the throat of a large, muscular, totally naked male who lay spread-eagled at her feet. The man's sword lay in the dust, about two metres from his body, well out of his reach. It was clear that, somehow, he'd been disarmed by his slender female opponent and was about to pay the ultimate penalty. The girl's sword was poised over his groin. To the surprise of the Homians, but not to the Amazons, who had seen this many times before, the stricken male's cock rose in a thrusting erection of throbbing manhood as he looked up at the curvaceous, tanned body of the girl who had beaten him. The girl smiled and withdrew her foot. She made her male victim stand up and prodded him across the fighting area, his cock bouncing up and down with each step, until he reached the five foot high wall of the arena. There she faced him as he towered over her, his back against the wall. He pleaded with her to spare him, but to no avail. Cruelly, the girl drew back her arm, then plunged her sword upwards into the flesh beneath the helpless man's sternum, piercing the heart, killing him instantly. She drew her sword out quickly as his body spasmed, sending sperm spurting from his cock as he slid down the wall to crumple at the girl's feet. The Homian women let out a long collective sigh as the male warrior died at the hands of the lithe young Amazon beauty. "That was..that was. so erotic!" breathed Myra. "How can a slim young girl overcome a brute of a man like that and kill him?" "There are many ways," said Lida, as the girl left the arena to the applause of her instructors and the spectators, and her male victim's body was removed. "It all comes down to the painstaking training of body and mind. Oh, look! this next fight is meant to illustrate that point exactly." The next two warriors entered the arena. Liana was a nubile, fourteen year old girl, and her male opponent was Jobar, a husky sixteen year old, who carried a long spear. Liana was unarmed. "We train our girls," said Lida, "to believe that their best weapon is their brain. The boy has a spear. It is ten feet long, made of hard wood, with a large metal spike on the end. We collected several hundred of them when we defeated a male army which used them. They are heavy! Too heavy, really, for a developing boy to use successfully, but he was given the weapon. So far as he's concerned, it gives him an unassailable advantage over his female opponent! Liana, however, sees it for what it is - a liability!" The boy and the girl faced each other across the small arena. Jobar was well built, and muscular for his age; broad shouldered, with a deep chest tapering to a nicely muscled stomach. But he still wasn't strong enough to use the spear with one hand. He advanced, thigh muscles bulging, as he used both hands to hold the weapon out in front of him as he moved confidently towards the unarmed girl. The Homian women stared in disbelief. Surely, they thought, the girl had no chance against an armed male! She was a head shorter than the boy, with dark hair swept into a pony tail behind her head. Her small, firm breasts curved pertly upwards, over a smooth, slender waist and hips which were already flaring above long, curvaceous legs. Against the bulk of her male opponent she looked frail, vulnerable and totally defenceless. Yet she stood up boldly as the boy advanced, a faintly mocking smile on her fresh, innocent, wide-eyed face. She dropped into a fighting crouch, her body evenly balanced on the balls of her feet. Her eyes gleamed with intelligent awareness as the boy made his move. Judging he was within range, Jobar yelled ferociously and thrust forward with his spear at the lithe female figure. But it was all very slow. Liana swayed outside the thrusting spear with an easy grace and let the point slide past her slender body. Then she darted forward. Jobar, seeing that he'd missed, swung the shaft of the spear sideways, trying to knock his female opponent over with the heavy wood. This was exactly what Liana expected him to do. She dropped under the cumbersome weapon, sprang up like a jack-in-the-box as it passed over her head, and closed with the bewildered boy. As Jobar tried to counterbalance the weight of the swinging spear, he braced his parted legs and leant back from the waist. The girl could hardly believe his stupidity. "Tut, tut, silly boy," she mocked, as she drove her leg up between the young man's straining thighs and smashed her knee into his dangling balls. Jobar's cry of agonised disbelief echoed round the arena. His spear fell to the ground as he grasped his blistered balls and sank to his knees. Liana stepped back to give herself room for the kick to the throat which would stretch his mighty male body at her feet in helpless supplication. And trod on the smoothly rounded haft of the spear. Her foot slid sideways. With a cry of alarm, the girl toppled over, landing awkwardly, her head cracking against the spear, leaving her lying on the ground, momentarily dazed and extremely vulnerable. Luckily for her, Jobar was in no position to take advantage of his good fortune. Badly hurt by the girl's attack, he took an age to get to his feet to resume the contest, and this gave his young female adversary the time she needed to clear her head and face his challenge. The girl knew what to do . She wanted the boy to take up his spear again, knowing that the weapon would slow him down and restrict his options. So she pretended to go for the weapon herself, and darted for the shaft. Jobar saw what his young female opponent was up to and beat her to it, not realising that the crafty girl had deliberately allowed him to win. With a cry of triumph, the muscular young man hefted the spear, brandished it menacingly at the naked girl and once more advanced towards her. "Clever girl!" praised Lida. "She's let him pick up the spear again deliberately," the Princess informed her guests, "knowing that it will prove to be a liability in the end." The Homian women looked unconvinced as they watched the drama unfold. A powerful male warrior, armed with a lethal weapon was advancing confidently on a slender, young, naked girl! They didn't give the girl much of a chance of victory. Jobar moved as fast as he could. He lunged at the Amazon girl in short, controlled jabs, keeping his balance, keeping the heavy shaft of the spear tucked under his arm, driving her backwards, hoping to pin her against the wall of the arena. Liana kept just out of reach, skipping back, teasing him with her tongue, drawing his strength from him as he used his powerful muscles to manipulate the cumbersome spear. "You're so slowwww! You're going to lose to a little girl, boy," she mocked, "an unarmed, little girl. I'm going to take away your silly spear from you and kick your balls into your windpipe! There, missed again! You're useless, just like all boys - useless - can't fight a girl!" Furiously, the frustrated youth pressed harder, jabbing with frenzied fury at the tanned, lithe, shapely body of the mocking girl. "You will die!" he hissed, sweat breaking out on his forehead as he chased his female foe under the blazing mid summer sun. Time and again he lunged at the girl, only to see his target slip away just as he thought he had her. His muscles were beginning to ache. The point of the spear was drooping ominously. But he had to keep up the offensive. How could he possible be defeated by a frail looking little girl. He had to win. He, a male warrior, had to be able to defeat a girl! Manfully he hefted his weapon into position once more. "He's tiring!" gasped Myra. "Look at the sweat on him. The boy's tiring!" Lida smiled. "Yes," she said, " and any minute now, Liana will go on the offensive." Right on cue, the Amazon girl obliged. She could see the tip of the spear drooping lower after each jab, and noted the strain on his face and the fact that the boy's attack was slowing considerably. Now she was almost back against the wooden wall. Time to strike! Jobar was becoming desperately tired, but he was encouraged by the fact that the elusive girl was almost back against the wall. He would pin her like a speared fish. He lunged with all his remaining strength. Liana swayed aside, grasped the spear just behind the vicious looking metal point, and, using the shaft of the spear as a lever, she pulled with all her might. Jobar's body swung round, like the weight on the end of a pendulum, and crashed into the wall. The girl was on him like a cat. She jammed one slender, female arm under the boy's chin, crushing his adam's apple into his windpipe, choking him, pinning him against the wall like a helpless moth. Her other fist smacked into the boy's balls, once, twice, thrice, until he got his hands down somehow to protect himself, his consciousness slipping as excruciating agony swamped his brain. The lithe young girl switched her attack. Cruelly she drove her fingers into her stricken male opponent's eyes, blinding him, causing him to howl in panic stricken terror as he tried to raise his muscular arms to fight back against the female fury who was destroying him with her fighting skills. But it was no use. His weakened arms could scarcely respond, and flailed ineffectually at a target he couldn't see. The savage young girl brushed his laden limbs aside and smashed her tiny fists into his masculine frame with a cold ferocity which pounded his proudly defined stomach muscles to jelly, doubling him over, setting him up for the kill. As the helpless young man's body folded, the girl stepped back, held him by the hair, then smashed her knee with lethal force into his unprotected face. The sixteen year old male crumpled to the ground, and lay sprawled unconscious at the feet of the pretty little fourteen year old girl. The Homian women were wide-eyed with excitement, as they watched the unarmed, naked girl destroy her mighty male opponent. Now they began to understand why their male armies had perished at the hands of the Amazons. These girls were formidable! Liana settled herself on the beaten boy's broad back. She unceremoniously grasped a handful of his hair, jerked his head back and slid one arm under his exposed throat. The girl allowed his head to flop forward, then used her other arm to complete the deadly choke hold of the Amazon girl warriors. With one forearm behind the defeated male's neck and the other across his windpipe, the girl pressed until she was able to grasp her left forearm with her right hand. Slowly, savouring the moment, the girl continued to build up the pressure, rubbing her soft skinned body against the naked hardness of her masculine adversary, feeling her insides melting with sexual excitement as she slowly choked the life out of the magnificently muscled male animal she'd so callously destroyed. "By the Gods!" gasped the Homian leader, seriously aroused at the sight of the girl killing the boy with her bare hands. "We are safe in your hands, Princess Lida, and I only hope you can teach our girls to fight like your young Amazons!" "I hope so too," said Lida, "but come. We must return to hear the Queen's verdict." Queen Heta waited until the Homian delegation were seated, then announced her plans. The Amazons would help the Homian women to fight against the barbarian invaders. Princess Lida would liaise with the Homians, and would set off immediately with a company of Amazons, to gather intelligence and formulate a plan of action. The meeting was over. The alliance had begun. Meanwhile, a jubilant Liana was being presented with her `young warrior's' fighting tunic, while the body of the once strong young male whose life she'd so cruelly ended was taken out and thrown into the pit with the other males who had perished that day at the hands of the savage girl warriors - the Amazons. To be continued.