Homians 11 By Hardie A Homian male is prevented from defecting to the Barbarians by an Amazon girl. This story contains sexually explicit material and should be read by adults only. So far..After the decimation of the Homian forces by the Amazon girl warriors, the women of Homia asked for an alliance with the Amazons because of the imminent threat of invasion of their lands by a Barbarian army. The Amazons agreed to this and sent Princess Lida with her female fighting force into Homia to train the Homian women and help them against the Barbarians ................. Princess Lida surveyed the terrain with the eye of a trained Amazon warrior. Here the river widened after emerging angrily from a narrow gorge. It flowed gently between sloping, six foot high banks until, at its widest point, it was shallow enough to allow travellers to ford it without too much difficulty, especially at this time of the year, late Summer. Then, after a journey of about 200 yards, the river disappeared once more into the narrow valley which wound its way through the mountainous border country which separated Homia from the barbarian lands. The path they were on was the only direct route from these lands to the heart of Homia, a route which passed through wider valleys on both sides of the river until it reached the comparatively narrow pass where the ford was located. "This looks ideal," the Amazon said to Myra, her Homian guide. "This is where we will meet and defeat the Barbarian male army!" "Come," she continued, "let's explore upstream a little way. I have an idea...." .............. "So you see," said Myra, "we have a good chance of stopping the Barbarians from overrunning our country and stealing our lands and property." Her brother Lucus frowned. Like most Homian males he was over six feet tall, deep-chested with heavily muscled arms and thighs. He had lost the three middle fingers of his right hand in a wood chopping accident and was consequently so clumsy with weapons that no commander would have him in their forces. Thus he had escaped the slaughter of Homian male warriors by the Amazon girls in previous encounters. "But this information is invaluable," he said. "All we have to do is take our knowledge to the Barbarian commanders and they will surely reward us by allowing us to keep our land when they take over the country." Myra was aghast! "You can't do that!" she yelled. "You cannot sell our country to the Barbarians! They'll kill, plunder and rape and.." "Who's going to stop me?" shouted Lucus. "If you won't come, I'll go myself. It's the only way to keep from being ruled by a bunch of women!" Myra threw herself at him as he went to storm out, but the huge male swung his brawny arm and sent her reeling into the wall. The woman's head smacked into the stonework and she dropped unconscious to the floor. ............... It took Myra almost half an hour to recover her senses enough to go to Lida and tell her what had happened. The Amazon princess wasted no time in recriminations but sent immediately for her finest runner. Amala was a recently qualified warrior, sixteen years old, petite and lithe. Her tiny frame concealed the hard but pliable muscles of a born athlete and she held herself with the easy assurance of a highly trained Amazon fighting girl as her mission was explained to her. "He will be going East on the track leading to the river crossing," said Lida. "Myra tells me he is a tall, massively muscled young man, and we know that men with lots of muscles have no stamina. He has about an hour's start on you by now, but I'm sure you'll run him down and catch him before he can do any damage to our cause. Go get him girl! And, for Myra's sake, bring him back alive." ................ Lucus was struggling. His mighty body soaked up oxygen faster than his lungs could supply it! He had managed to keep up a fairly brisk run for the first few minutes of his flight. Then he was forced to slow to a walk. After an hour or so he had to rest for a while to get his breath back, then he had to rest again after only half an hour of brisk walking. Now, after two and a half hours, he was having a hard time trying to climb up a long, but quite gentle slope in the path, a slope he thought would never end! Thankfully he reached the top at last and sat down on a handy boulder while he gasped for breath and rested his fatigued frame. He wished he'd brought some water, but his flight had been precipitated without any thought except to get his revenge on the women warriors who had so savagely slain all the young men he had grown up with, and, at the same time, to secure a future for himself with the Barbarian invaders. Suddenly he tensed. Because of the situation between the two states, the route from Homia to the Barbarian lands had been deserted. But now he could see a figure rounding the bend about a quarter of a mile away, at the bottom of the slope which had caused him so much distress. A female figure, loping along in an effortless, mile eating stride which covered the ground at an astonishing rate. He panicked. He thought she must be the forerunner of a party of Amazons sent to stop him, and he knew he could expect no mercy. His only hope was to outrun these women and reach the barbarians before the female warriors caught up with him. Without any thought other than that of escape, the huge Homian charged off down the reverse slope of the path. Amala hardly changed pace as she effortlessly jogged up the path. She had seen Lucus flee over the crest of the hill and smiled with satisfaction at having drawn so close to her male prey in such a short time. A few more minutes and she would surely run him down and stop his treachery. The girl was unperturbed at the thought of attacking a huge, muscular male. She was an Amazon. She was brought up to believe she could beat any male in single combat, no matter how big and strong he was. She crested the slope and increased her pace as she headed down the winding trail. Lucus was struggling. His once powerful legs were shaking under him as he began to falter. `One more bend,' he thought. `Must escape!' Then Amala caught up with him. Unheard above his rasping gulps for air, the girl padded up behind him and threw herself into a tackle which brought his huge frame crashing to the ground. The man's massive body twisted sideways under the impact as the girl cut his legs from under him. Flopping drunkenly, dragging Amala with him as he tumbled from the track, he rolled uncontrollably down a steep bank, to crash into a tree lined gully some thirty feet below. Realising her predicament, Amala let go of his legs and desperately tried to stop her fall. But the slope was too steep and, in a tangle of female limbs, she crashed into a tree at the edge of the gully, slid down the few remaining feet and lay dazed on the gully floor. Lucus was shaken but unhurt. Too exhausted to try to save himself from the fall, his very state of relaxation had allowed him to flop into the gully unharmed. As he gulped air into his mighty chest, his breathing began to slow and his muscles started to respond to the influx of life giving oxygen. Shakily, he began to rise. Amala's head was clearing. Apart from a slight headache, she too was unhurt by the fall, her supple young body absorbing the ordeal with ease. She saw the huge Homian struggle into a sitting position, then begin to rise to his full height. The girl rose in turn. Female huntress and male prey faced each other, both, as yet, too unsteady to engage in combat. Amala took in her opponent's magnificent physique. Wearing only the loin cloth of the Homian yeoman farmer, Lucus's tanned body was impressive. Wide shouldered, barrel-chested, with slabs of stomach muscles toned by working on his land, the man's body looked impregnable. His biceps and quads bulged from powerful looking limbs, yet his face showed his uncertainty. The Homian felt drained. His legs were weak. He felt an irrational fear of this female who faced him, a pretty little girl who had run him down and now faced him so confidently, with a smile of contempt on her inviting lips. She was head and shoulders smaller than him. Her pert little breasts were proud and firm, her waist narrow, her stomach smooth. Her short, fighting skirt was held up over slightly flared hips by a leather belt, on which was a pouch containing her bits and pieces. Her long, smoothly curved legs were wide apart as she faced up to him. He should be able to break her in two, yet there was something about her total confidence which made the male fighter uneasy. Not only that, it seemed as if he'd been wrong to assume that a whole party of Amazons was after him. The girl was apparently on her own! "You run from a little girl, Homian," she sneered. "Are you afraid to stand and fight? Are you too much of a coward to face a little girl? See! It is really a girl you run from, mighty male coward. An Amazon girl. A girl who fights naked!" And, to the Homian's astonishment, she unbuckled her belt and stepped out of her skirt. "Come on, coward!" she taunted, thrusting her pelvis towards him provocatively. "Are you a man? Are you man enough to take an Amazon?" Stung by the girl's challenge, Lucus threw off his loincloth, allowing his thick, eight inch cock to spring free to hang over his bulging balls. He held up his cock with the little finger of his damaged hand and thrust it towards the girl. "I shall beat you senseless, girl. Then I shall stuff this cock into every orifice in your pretty little body to show you the superiority of man!" With that, the male fighter launched himself forward and swung a mighty blow at his sneering female adversary. Amala easily evaded the blow and slipped a stinging blow of her own into the man's face. She skipped away. Enraged, the Homian swung another blow at the taunting girl. This time she blocked his punch with her extended arm and swung her foot into his ribs with tremendous force. Lucus gasped with pain as the girl's instep cracked one of his ribs and drove the air from his lungs. As his body bent over automatically to relieve the pain in his ribs, the deadly young female smashed her fist into the gasping man's face, splitting the skin above his eye, drawing blood with her waspish punch. Hurt and angry, Lucus charged at the girl, swinging his massive fists, determined to overwhelm her with his great strength and power. The girl watched him carefully as she countered his attacks by slipping his punches and relentlessly drilling her own fists into his face and body. She knew it wouldn't be long before her Herculean opponent's stamina gave out once more. All she had to do was avoid being hit, and wear him down ! Lucus was running on sheer anger. Anger at his inability to strike down his elusive female target. Anger at the way the girl was picking him off, and anger at the way she'd hurt him so easily. Then, as the slender girl fighter cracked punch after punch into his tiring body, the anger dissolved and dismay and fear took its place. The nubile little girl was hitting him at will, and he couldn't even land one single blow on her lithe, shapely body. Now he was being forced to retreat as a hail of punches clipped into his swollen face. He could hardly raise his massively muscled arms to defend himself. His legs trembled with fatigue and the man's will to fight was being sucked out of his mighty frame by the deadly young girl who was beating him so savagely. Amala drove the Homian backwards against the trunk of a tree. She was enjoying destroying this hulking, powerful male with her tiny female fists, exulting in the superiority of the female over the male, despite the man's enormous strength. The Amazon knew that her mighty male opponent was almost finished. The girl could see the fear and anguish in the man's eyes as she laced into him with her rapier like fists. The wilting male fighter tried to summon the last remnants of his masculine muscularity. He wanted to seize the fragile female frame of the girl who was so clinically taking him apart and crush her with his mighty arms, but his senses were clouded with pain, his responses frozen with fear and his limbs numb with fatigue. As he tried to grasp her, the lithe young girl contemptuously brushed his muscle laden arms aside and tore into him with unmitigated female fury. Lucus began to plead with her to stop. Tears mingled with the blood flowing from his damaged eyes. Despair made his will to fight evaporate as the massive male cowered under the little girl's unrelenting assault. As the man's huge frame began to slide down the trunk of the tree, the Amazon girl propped him up by jamming her forearm under his chin. Her other hand reached down and grasped the terrified man's balls. He cried out in agony as the girl's fingers tightened round his testicles. "You cry, Homian, because a girl has you by the balls. You are a beaten man. Aren't you! A man destroyed by a little girl. Aren't you?" She squeezed again. "Answer me!!" Sobs wracked the man's mighty body as he stood helpless in the clutches of the ferocious female. "Yes girl." His voice was barely audible through his pitiful sobs. "Louder!" The girl's voice rose as she once more applied pressure to his aching balls. "Say it louder!" "I'm finished, girl. Please. Please stop..You win...!" The defeated male broke down in floods of tears as realisation of the shame and degradation of his humiliation at the hands of a little girl bit into his brain. "On your knees, Homian, " ordered Amala, reinforcing her command by pulling down on the man's tortured testicles until he was kneeling in front of her, his body heaving with his uncontrollable weeping. "Now kiss my feet in homage," said the girl, her voice filled with contempt at the male's degradation as he complied. "Prostrate yourself, coward." Amala walked over to where she'd left her skirt and belt and put them on once more, certain that the man she'd defeated would stay lying face down until she ordered him to move. The girl knew she'd broken him, emasculated him with her fists and subjugated the once powerful male to her feminine will. The girl stood over his heaving frame, thrilled by her victory and her subjugation of a fully grown, powerfully muscled man. She prodded him with her foot and told him to turn over onto his back. Through blooded and tear filled eyes, the vanquished male looked up at his female conqueror as she stood over him, legs apart, hands on hips looking down at him with triumphant disdain. A shapely little girl with black hair framing a lovely face, pert breasts and beautifully shaped, smoothly tanned legs reaching into the hem of her short, Amazon skirt. Feelings other than pain and despair and fear entered his soul. More powerful feelings. The feelings that power creation. His cock rose majestically before the girl's widening eyes. Amala smiled. This was a common phenomenon to Amazon girls. Many of their male victims became sexually aroused when defeated by females. Many men had perished at the hands of Amazon girls, with massive erections jutting from their beaten bodies, spewing sperm even as they died! She flicked his cock with her foot, causing his body to tense expectantly. She felt highly excited as she stood over the magnificent hunk of naked masculinity who lay sobbing at her feet, destroyed by her female fighting skills yet totally aroused by her beautiful body. "Lie still," she commanded. Carefully the girl lowered herself onto the man's battered face, wriggling herself into place, covering his mouth with the lips of her sex. She leant forward, one hand cupping the supine male's laden balls, the other wrapping silken female fingers round his throbbing cock. "Now pleasure me, slave. I want to feel you worshipping my body with your tongue." She squeezed his balls. "Do it!" Lucus gasped with pain, then began to lick with all his might. He felt the girl's fingers round his cock and her hand on his balls and he desperately wanted to thrust himself between her female fingers to gain relief. But he knew that the girl would not let such an action go unpunished. All he could do was hope, as he avidly licked the pussy that was thrust so demeaningly into his face. Amala enjoyed the ride, queening the magnificent male she'd defeated in combat. She enjoyed her power over him, her ability to inflict either horrendous pain with the hand on his tautened balls, or mind blowing pleasure with the fingers on his pulsating cock. As the man's tongue did it's work, Amala's insides melted again and again with explosive orgasms, her hand tightening on the man's balls with each successive plunge into pleasure until he cried out in agony as she poured pain into his tortured brain. The girl climaxed in triumph, thrilled with his cries of agony, stimulated by his darting tongue and overwhelmed by her emasculation of the powerfully muscled male she'd hammered into submission. She felt him thrusting against her fingers, taking advantage of her temporary step into the wonderland of ecstatic sexual relief and she spun round onto this chest, straddling him, grabbing him by the hair as she glared into his tear filled eyes with stunning intensity. "Naughty, naughty, naughty! How dare you try to wank your disgusting cock with my hand!" With each word, the cruel little virago slapped the terrified man across the face. "I.get..pleasure...You..get. pain !" When she had finished tormenting her unfortunate captive, Amala made him climb back up to the track. "You are very lucky your sister pleaded for your miserable life," she told him. "Now I'm going to take you back to the capital. Put your arms behind your back!" Meekly, the huge, powerful man did as he was told, allowing the slender little girl who had tamed him to bind his wrists with a leather thong she took from her pouch. Then, leaving him stark naked, the young Amazon warrior marched her massive male prisoner back along the road he'd started on so hopefully earlier that day. The duo were seen approaching the capital in the late afternoon, and quite a crowd had gathered by the time Amala handed her prisoner over to Princess Lida. The Homian women, and the few men left in the city, took in the spectacle of a mighty, muscular male being marched, totally naked and in abject defeat, through the main thoroughfare by a slender young girl. It was then that they began to understand why their armies of male warriors had been decimated by the Amazon girls, and they were relieved that these magnificent female fighters were now their allies in the coming war against the Barbarians! To be cont.....