Homians 13.   
By Hardie, Hardiewh@aol.com 
The Barbarian soldiers are slaughtered by the Amazon girls.


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

(So far...The Amazons have been invited by the Homian women to help defend
Homia against an imminent Barbarian invasion. The women took several
Barabarians prisoner and tried out their archery against the Barbarian
protective shields used so effectively by the male soldiers. The arrows
penetrated the shields up to a distance of about 90 yards. Princess Lida, the
Amazon commander, also discovered a way of fighting men who used the shields
in combat.)

"That's good!" Princess Lida smiled with satisfaction as she watched her girl
warriors train in their new tactics. Every Amazon girl was taught from an
early age to use her weapons with either hand, in case one limb was hurt, and
this was now paying off.

She had divided her forces into two, one attacking, the other defending. The
attackers had pieces of wood strapped to their left forearms to represent the
Barbarian targes (small shields), while the defenders worked on Lida's
tactics. Instead of taking on the attacker immediately in front of them, the
defending girls struck at the attacker on her right.

Because the shield were strapped to their left arms, the right side of the
attackers' bodies were completely open, and, provided the girls' discipline
held, made the targe carriers extremely vulnerable to a sword thrust from that
side. So far, the discipline was holding.

But would it hold in the heat of battle? The girls would soon find out!

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

".I estimate about eight thousand of them. They should reach the river some
time tomorrow, if they keep moving at their present pace."

Lida thanked her scout leader and set her plans in motion. The Amazon army of
two thousand girl warriors moved up to defend the river crossing.

Another thousand Homian women, hastily trained in their role, and under Amazon
commanders, moved into the hills and camped in a gorge about half a mile
upstream from the ford. Here, hidden from the ford by the intervening hills,
the women had built a dam which had allowed them to cross secretly into
Barbarian territory without using the well-watched ford.

The female warriors were ready. Now all they had to do was defeat a male army
which outnumbered them by about four to one!

"Good odds," said Lida, " encouraging her troops. They're only men!"

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

Lida watched the Barbarians pour out of the narrow valley which led to the
ford across the wide river. She knew she could have defended the steep bank of
the ford and stopped the invasion by so doing. However, it was never the
Amazon way to merely win a battle against their male enemies. The Amazons had
learnt from grim experience that the only way to prevent incessant attacks on
their territory was to completely annihilate every male army which came
against them.

This was what Lida intended to do, but she knew she was taking a huge risk,
and that the outcome of the ensuing battle would depend almost entirely on her
own judgement.

Instead of defending the Homian bank of the river, the female army was drawn
up some eighty yards beyond the bank. They were inviting the men to do battle,
and the Barbarian commander could hardly believe he was so lucky as to be
attacking such a bunch of stupid women.

The Barbarians formed into ranks of five hundred men per rank on the far bank
of the river. They were going to cross on a wide front to face the female
army.

Gingerly, the first rank scrambled down the steep river bank and started to
cross. The girls did not move.

Other ranks followed. The first rank clambered up the steep bank on the Homian
side of the river and formed up. Other ranks followed.

Rank after rank of Barbarian warriors moved across the river.

Carefully Lida counted the formations. When about half the male army was
across, and the bulk of the other half was still in the river, the young
Amazon Princess sprung her trap.

The signal was sent via a relay of trumpeters. When it reached the ears of the
women by the dam, a thousand arms pulled on the thick ropes which had been
attached to the dam supports.

The timbers strained, then fell, and the two million gallons of waters held at
bay by the makeshift dam, gushed down the gorge in a maelstrom of tossing
timber and surging waves.

Half a mile downstream, the raging flood sprang from the narrow confines of
the gorge. The men in the crowded river never stood a chance. One minute they
were wading peacefully across a waist high ford, the next they were engulfed!

Solid timbers, riding like manic surfboards on a tidal wave of surging water,
smashed into the close packed ranks of the Barbarian warriors, mowing men
down, smashing them beneath the surface, to be carried away by the furious
flood.

In less than a minute, over three thousand men were swept from the ford into
the gorges below, never to be seen again.

The Barbarians on either bank were astounded, and stood numb with shock.

Lida couldn't believe her luck. Batar, the Barbarian leader had sent his
swordsmen over first. His complete corps of archers was in mid stream when the
flood struck. Every one of them was drowned.

Not that Batar was in a position to worry, because he, and the rest of the
Barbarian High Command was also carried away by the devastating deluge.

Now the Amazon Princess unleashed her own archers on the demoralised male
warriors.

As usual, the archers occupied the front rank of the Amazon army. This time
there was only one rank of five hundred archers.

As the command rang out, five hundred arrows flew into the air. Even while
they were still airborne, the girl archers fired again. And, as the first
arrows plunged into the Barbarian ranks, yet another flight was released by
the highly trained young women.

Like a plague of locusts in a wheat field, the Amazons' arrows cut down the
Barbarian men. Even those who managed to defend themselves with their targes
died as the arrows tore through the shields and sank into male flesh.

Each archer had twelve arrows, and, in less than five minutes, six thousand
arrows plunged into the massed ranks of the male army.

Over a thousand men died where they stood. Some, who could swim, tried to get
back across the swollen river, others took cover behind dead companions, and
most just stood in shock, waiting for orders that never came.

Obadin, a veteran commander of a regiment of swordsmen, took command, sending
runners along the Barbarian front, urging the surviving troops to form their
ranks and face the enemy who were advancing towards them with grim purpose in
every stride.

Lida waited for the men to form up on purpose. Her girls were still vastly
outnumbered, despite the carnage in the male ranks, and a free-for-all could
end up in favour of the male army. But, when they formed up, behind their wall
of shields, then they were just where she wanted them, provided the girls'
discipline held.

It did. As the front ranks of the armies met, the men raised their swords to
strike down the frail looking females who opposed them.

Then the girls struck. Slender female swords sank into the bodies of the men
on their right - bodies made open targets by the raising of the males' sword
arm and the angle from which the girls struck.

The male soldiers went down in droves as the skilful young girls slaughtered
them with calculated ferocity, and moved onto the second rank of men before
the Barbarians knew what was happening.

The bewildered male warriors simply had no answer to the Amazon tactics. Huge,
muscular men were mercilessly cut down by the shapely young girl fighters.
Massive male muscles counted for nothing against the disciplined assault of
the slender, nubile girls. Man faced woman in combat, male strength against
female skill, and the men were slain in their hundreds.

Nimble, young, pre-teen Homian girls darted about the battlefield, collecting
arrows and taking them to the Amazon archers.

As soon as each archer had a few arrows, they moved forward. Princess Lida was
informed.

The trumpet sounded. The Amazon swordswomen disengaged from the Barbarians and
retreated at speed for ten yards or so towards their own lines. There, they
threw themselves down.

The Barbarians momentarily thought they'd been reprieved. Then they stood in
horror as they saw the line of five hundred female archers facing them with
drawn bows at a range of about thirty yards.

The girls couldn't miss. Arrows ripped through targes and sank into male
bodies. The Barbarian ranks were decimated by the female archers. Men fell
with arrows protruding from their barrel-like chests. Arrows fired by girls
half their size, pretty girls in short tunics, showing beautifully tanned legs
and curvaceous young female bodies to the massive men they slaughtered with
calculated female ferocity.

As the Amazon arrows once more ran out and the swordswomen advanced on them
again, the remaining male soldiers gave up. One by one they threw down their
weapons and begged for mercy from the victorious girl warriors.

Triumphantly, the Amazons rounded up their defeated male adversaries, over a
thousand survivors from the four thousand or so who had so confidently crossed
the river. The rest had perished at the hands of the girl fighters of
Amazonia.

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

On the far bank of the river, the remains of the once magnificent, all
powerful Barbarian army watched in horror as they saw their comrades being
massacred by the female fighters. This was the rear guard, the last rank of
five hundred men, left behind to secure the ford when the male soldiers
defeated the ridiculous women who were trying to stop them.

Now, they could only watch with a mixture of frustration at not being able to
fight, and relief at being spared the slaughter, while 'the ridiculous women'
rounded up the surviving male warriors, and disarmed them.

While they watched the humiliation of their comrades, the men of the rear
guard were completely unaware of the danger they were in themselves.

As soon as they had released the waters of the dam, the Homian women, led by
experienced Amazon warriors, set off on their second assignment.

Moving swiftly along a track which traversed the high rim of the gorge, then
wound down through woodland to the valley below, the girls came out behind the
Barbarian rear guard, cutting off their retreat.

Once in position, an Amazon archer lit the cloth soaked in pitch which was
attached to the end of her arrow, and sent it high into the air, streaming
smoke as it went.

The Amazon in Princess Lida's command group who's only duty was to watch for
this signal, hurried to Lida with the news.

Immediately, a dozen of the most voluptuous Amazons were sent to the river
bank. There, the girls slowly and seductively started to peel off their
accoutrements, then their tunics.

As five hundred unsuspecting men strained to watch the performance of the
sensuous young Amazons, a thousand Homian women moved silently up the valley.
Then, when they were only a few yards from their victims, they let out an
ear-piercing scream of feminine ferocity, and fell on the Barbarians from the
rear.

Taken completely by surprise, the men had no chance. Tough male warriors who
had fought their way successfully through numerous battles against the best
male fighters in the known world, were cut down and butchered by shapely young
girls who had never been in combat before.

The female fighters, armed with only long, thin bladed knives which were ideal
for close combat, swarmed all over the unsuspecting men. Paralysed by the
blood curdling female screams, bewildered and demoralised by the events of the
battle, and lulled into a false sense of well being by the naked performers on
the other bank of the river, the men put up little resistance.

Magnificently muscled swordsmen, veterans of a dozen campaigns, were borne to
the ground by sheer weight of numbers and straddled by their petite
executioners. Knives flashed and men died.

No quarter was given. Men who tried to surrender to the slender young female
fighters were disdainfully despatched by girls who showed no mercy. Every man
perished at the hands of the Homian girl guerrillas.

The bodies of the once all-powerful Barbarian men lay scattered along the
river bank, while the jubilant young girls who had slaughtered them yelled
their excitement as they raised their arms in triumph.

Lida smiled as she watched the action from the opposite bank. Once again the
Amazon forces had defeated their male adversaries. Not a single male warrior
had escaped. Every man who had marched against her had either been killed or
captured. She would have liked to have killed the lot, but the Homian women
needed slaves. And what better fate for a defeated male fighter than to become
the slave of a woman!

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

"There are some magnificent specimens," said Myra, the Homian leader. The male
captives, who had been brought back from the battle by Princess Lyda's
Amazons, were being paraded naked in the Homian arena.

Myra flicked the huge cock of a well endowed prisoner with her fly switch.

"They're all yours, my dear," said Lida. "You will need slaves to cultivate
your lands, while your women are trained to become fully competent warriors.
Many of these men will be only too willing to become the slaves of women. The
others ...well, we shall see. Come, let's carry out the selection process!"

The two leaders watched as the men were put through the process. In batches of
fifty, the defeated Barbarians were paraded in the arena. The mens' hands were
tied behind their backs. Each prisoner had a female handler and a selector.

The men were ordered to kneel and kiss the feet of their girl handlers.
Reactions were noted. Those who went down quickly and evidently enjoyed their
task were told to stand. If they had erections they were selected immediately.
Those were the men who enjoyed being dominated by women. They would become
willing slaves.

The men who were more hesitant were immediately whipped by their handlers.
Once again, erections betrayed desires. Those who enjoyed being punished by
women were selected.

The rest were forced to lie on their backs. Each man was straddled by an
Amazon girl who held him by his cock. A second girl deftly tied a thin leather
thong round the man's ball sac, pulling the thong as tight as she could.

"These men are no use as slaves at the moment," explained Lida. "However, in a
few weeks time their balls will simply rot away as they're denied the flow of
blood by the thong. Then, you will have eunochs, and they will obey!"

Myra shook her head in wonder. She and the Homian women had a hard task ahead
of them if they were to govern their lands and defend them against male
aggression. However, with the help of the girl soldiers of Amazonia, she was
sure they'd eventually succeed!

Lida watched, deep in thought. The Amazons had never sought to conquer other
lands. All they'd ever wanted was to be left to live in peace in their own
way. Now, without meaning to, they'd acquired sovereignty over another domain
and added several thousand potential female warriors to their ranks.
'Perhaps,' she thought, 'it may be time to go on the offensive: time for women
to become the aggressors: time for women to subjugate all men: time for women
to rule the world!'