Revenge of the Amazons I. The corridors of the palace were cold and ominous to the solitary figure that stalked silently in search of his prey. His name was Marcus Caius Romulus and he had been sent by the High Counsel on a most important mission. The palace had been built many years ago, but it now housed a tribe of Amazons who competed with his tribe for food and water in this hot, arid land. Only an occasional torch mounted on the wall showed the Marcus where to proceed. He knew that being discovered would mean a long tortuous death at the hands of these women who had forsaken all contact with men. He was naked except for a loin cloth that covered his genitals; even his feet were bare so that he might move about the palace in the early morning in search of the queen's room. The walls seemed to close about him as he moved about the palace. Earlier he had come upon a peasant women in one of the hallways and, before he slit her throat, he tortured her until she reveled the room that belonged to her queen. "Who are you?" she had cried, "Were have you come from? Don't move or I'll scream!" Immediately he jumped at her grabbing her shoulders and they fell to the floor fighting. Cupping her mouth with his hand, he removed his knife with his free hand and held it to her throat. He put his mouth close to her ear and said, "Stop struggling woman, or I will stop you with my knife!" She became still. "Good, now tell me, where does your queen lie?" The woman shook her head. Marcus responded by removing the knife from her throat and pushing the point through her dress into the nipple of her right breast. She began to stuggle violently again and tried to scream but his hold on her was to tight and she could not free herself. "Keep struggling bitch, and I'll cut your breast off!" "Tell me where she is!" he demanded as he moved the knife from her breast to her vagina. Slowly he pushed the knife into her vagina. Again she tried to struggle, but in vain. He pushed the knife in farther until blood started to pour onto his hand. He could feel the warm fluid run onto his hand. "Tell me or I will push my knife into your cunt all the way." Almost fainting with pain she tried to speak. He released his hand from her mouth. "Her room is down this hall, the large door on the right." She choked as she spoke. He tore her blouse off and stuffed it into her mouth, then with his legs wrapped around hers and her back against his chest, he slid his knife across her throat letting her blood gush onto the stone floor. She struggled wildly, her ample breasts swinging from side to side. Gurggling sounds came from her throat as she choked on her own blood. He grabbed her breast with his left hand while his right hand still held the knife buried in her throat. He squeezed her breast as tightly as he could until her struggles ceased. When he released his hold, she tumbled onto the stone floor on her stomach. Marcus pulled her dress up exposing her ass. He rubbed his hand slowly over the soft cheeks of her behind and reached under her to feel her breast again. He wanted to linger with her body, but he had an important mission to accomplish. The queen of the Amazon's lay asleep on her bed unaware that her room had been invaded by a warrior from the tribe that lived in the forest. Marcus stood at her bedside staring at her luscious body. The Amazon queen wore a long white gown under the bed covers. He watched as the covers moved up and down in response to her breathing. He reached down, grasped the covers, and threw them off of the bed. For a moment he gazed at her body covered now only by her sleeping gown as she struggled to wake up. He could discern the fullness of her white breasts which her gown only lightly covered. Her nipples stood up proudly, almost as if she had been aroused by an erotic dream. Marcus knew that her dream would not include a man since this tribe had forsaken all contact with men except when they needed their sperm to reproduce. Even then, they did not have intercourse with the man. They would emerge in hunting parties and captured male warriors like animals. They were stripped naked and tied by their hands and feet to a pole and carried into the Amazon's camp. The women would then dance around the captive while one of them massaged his penis until it spewed the semen that they needed. When he could cum no longer, one of the women would castrate him and leave him to bleed to death. His people would find him tied spread-eagle on the ground with his penis stuck into his mouth. The clan of male warriors had determined that the Amazon's must be destroyed and sent one of their best fighters, Marcus, to make the first attack.. He was chosen not only because he was the best in battle, but also because he was a ruthless victor who loved to torture the men and women that fell before him in battle. "What are you doing here?" the queen asked. "We have declared war on all Amazons." he quickly answered and before she could scream, he plunged the dagger that he held toward her chest. Quickly, she grabbed his wrists with both hands to fend off his attack. She felt terribly vulnerable lying on her bed with nothing to protect her from this intruder's attack except the thin cloth that covered her body. She struggled desperately wishing that she had slept this night in her leather armor instead of the flimsy gown that barely concealed her voluptuous body. Despite her will to survive, his knife moved closer and closer until she could feel the point of his blade touch her breast. Marcus pressed harder against the knife as he leaned over her to gain more leverage. She fought with all of her might to escape, kicking her feet trying to get a better position from which to repel his attack. She could feel its sharp point against her right breast. Ugggh!!! She moaned as the knife entered her chest. With the increased strength that impending victory gave him, Marcus pressed the knife passed her struggling hands, all the way into her body until the hilt pressed tight against the flesh of her large breast. Grasping her breast with one hand were his dagger has stabbed her, she tried to defend herself with her free hand , but he continued to stab her chest and belly as she rolled and twisted on her bed with each deadly thrust of his blade. Finally, she lay quiet and he was sure that she was dead. Although he knew that he must soon leave to avoid capture, he wanted to have her. He grabbed her gown and pulled it down exposing her exquisite full, round breasts. "What a prize!", he thought as he felt his manhood swell between his legs while he fondled those soft white mounds and tender nipples which had never before been touched by a man. His hands lingered on her breasts filling him with delight. He decided to strip her bare. His penis ached with the blood pouring into it making it swell to its fullest size. He must see her naked! He turned her onto her stomach and pulled the gown completely off leaving her body naked before him. Seeing her this way, his lust overtook him and he fell on top of her devouring her body with his hands and mouth. His chest pressed against her back as he sank his teeth into her neck. He felt her bare ass touch his belly and moved his body up a little on her so that his penis rested on her behind. It was very hard now and full of semen. He mercilessly forced his penis into the queen's ass, sodomizing her. As his penis moved in and out of her body he felt her warm bottom against his loins. He was enjoying her to the fullest! Being careful not to cum yet, he slowly drew his erect member out of her ass. Turning her helpless body once again onto its back he fondled her vagina roughly with his hands. He searched the room for some rope and using the cords which held the curtains, he lifted her right leg. First, rubbing her bare foot against his cock to keep it hard, he rested it against his member while he tied one end of the cord around her ankle. Lifting her leg in the air he tied the other end to the post of her bed. He repeated this with her left leg taking time to rub her foot against his penis feeling the soft skin of her bare foot against the hot flesh of his cock. When he had done, her feet were tied pointing almost to the ceiling exposing her pussy to him. Her eyes were wide open staring helplessly into space and her lips were parted as if she were about to speak to him and ask for mercy. But his lust would show her body no mercy. He took a basin of water from a nearby table and threw the water against her cunt. It washed up against her vagina thoroughly soaking it and continued to wash over her body washing the blood from her belly and chest. Seeing her tied so invitingly, her wet flesh filled him with even greater passion. When he had found her soft, warm passageway, he forced it open with his fingers so that it would accept his still swollen rod. When he was satisfied that her vagina was ready, he pulled up his loin cloth and raped her. The water provided enough lubricant for him to gain access into her cunt, his cock, still hard from ravaging her ass now forced its way deep inside her pussy as his teeth dug into her voluptuous breasts . He chewed her nipples which had remained erect even after her death. His pleasure was heightened even more in knowing that he was raping the Queen of the Amazon tribe. Finally, his cock could hold back no longer and his semen gushed into her pussy as his mouth and hands explored every inch of her beautify body. Having completely spent himself with her, he withdrew his now limp penis from her vagina, and, wiping it on her discarded night gown, he quietly left, leaving her pussy seeping his juices. II. The next morning the shocked Amazons found the ravaged body of their queen. "This travesty is the work of the wretched tribe that dwells in the forest!" said Imira, one of the Amazon generals. "We must destroy them all!" Suddenly all around her were yelling their support. They immediately declared war on the tribe that was their sworn enemy and vowed to kill them all for their crime. The war raged for many months and both sides sustained many casualties. During one of the battles, Imira was sent in advance to search for the enemy. She was dressed only in a loin cloth made of animal skin. Her feet and breasts were bare. She had found that leaving her breasts exposed distracted many of the male warriors and she was able to defeat them with a well placed sword thrust to the belly. She enjoyed seeing their scantily clad bodies collapse onto the ground with their hands grasping the wound that her sword had made in their belly. In vain they held their belly trying to stop the blood which gushed from the wound onto the ground. Most times she would simply step over their still writhing bodies to do battle with the next opponent But. many times, if the fighting was not too fierce, she would strip them naked and then use her sword to castrate them, often while they were still alive, as retribution for the rape of her queen. The blood pouring from this new wound hurried their death but not before they realized horror of what she had done to their manhood. Imira loved fighting men much more than the women she had met in battle. When her sword had found its mark, and the male warrior was lying on the ground holding his wound, she would take great pleasure in stripping him of his sandals, sword, chest protector, and loin cloth leaving him completely naked at her feet. In fact, as she watched his naked body twisting and turning on the ground, she was often sexually aroused! This feeling reached a fever pitch as she grasped his genitals and, with a quick stroke of her sword accompanied by the male's scream, cut his manhood off. She would stand over the defeated and now castrated male holding his blood soaked cock and watch him starring in horror at the woman who had humiliated him. Sometimes she would simply drop his severed penis onto his chest while other times, if the male were very loud, she would stick his penis into his mouth. Finally, since his member was now totally useless for sex, she would end his suffering with a final sword thrust to his chest. Rolling the body over and using her fingers to open her pussy lips, she would rub her vagina on his ass until she came on him. As she walked away totally satisfied, she left his naked body face down on the field, his behind glistening with her juices. The ploy of exposing their breasts during battle sometimes caused the Amazons to suffer violent retribution by the males. Many times during the battles, a male warrior was able to find an Amazon's soft skin with his sword, and thrust it into her body. Seeing his lovely opponent collapse onto the ground, vanquished by his sword, he often became filled with lust. The sight of her naked torso squirming on the ground, her exposed breasts heaving in the throes of death, was sometimes too much to endure. He would pull off his loin cloth and strip the defeated woman of her clothing. Then, even with the battle raging, he would rape her. Forcing his engorged cock into her helpless vagina caused her even greater pain than the wound that he had inflicted. The sounds of the battle would often drive him into a frenzy and he would stab her soft breasts with his knife covering them with blood spurting wounds as his penis tore into her vagina. If another of the Amazon's could reach them, she would take her sword by both hands and drive it into the male's back with all her might causing the sword to pass through the body of the male and into the body of her comrade, thus killing the rapist and ending the woman's torment. Many times this sword thrust would make the male warrior cum, and his loud cry of pain and outrage would be mixed with the pleasure of an orgasm as he collapsed on top of his victim, his hand still clutching the knife buried in her breast now covered with blood. Unable to do anything more for her sister warrior, the Amazon would place her foot on the man's back and pull her sword from their bodies which were now united in death, his penis, still in his victim's cunt, dripping semen. On this particular day Imira moved silently through the woods. When she came upon a clearing, she saw a young male warrior walking along the path coming toward her. He was dressed in black sandals and a white loin cloth with a gold headband around his temples. He carried a long sword in his hand ready for battle. She saw that he was very young, too young for a beard. In fact, his chest and legs were hairless as smooth as his face. This was his first battle and he wanted to fight. He had heard the stories of the older men about how they had raped many of the Amazons and he longed to have one since he had never been with a woman. Thinking quickly, the Amazon drew her dagger from her belt and threw it at the boy. The knife flew through the air, finding its mark deep in the surprised warrior's belly. He cried out in surprise and dropped his sword to the ground. Growing weak, he stumbled through the forest clutching the knife in his stomach with Imira in pursuit until, no longer able to go any farther, the boy collapsed onto the ground and she thought it safe to approach him. Drawing close to him, she saw that he was very young perhaps about fifteen years of age. "Now the game will begin!" she said with a smile, as she knelt next to him and removed his sandals. Next she removed his loin cloth exposing his penis and finally she pulled off his headband leaving him completely naked and helpless. She turned the boy onto his side which pushed the knife into his belly and he groaned as he tried to hold the knife from going any farther. She ran her hands over his body and felt his buttocks. "Your skin is soft, like Mina's. Last night I massaged her soft behind while my tongue explored her sweet vagina." The boy only made low, choking sounds as his hands grasped the knife trying to close the hole that it had made in his belly. Imira slapped his behind feeling its firm round cheeks. She brought her hand down again and again on his ass until it became red. The boy groaned and squirmed with the pain of her slaps. "Show me how big you can be, little one," Imira laughed as she turned the boy onto his back and began to massage his penis. The smooth skin of his behind excited her vagina. Soon, despite his wound, his penis began to swell and grow hard. "OH my!" Imira smiled, "you do have a large one for such a small boy." "You like the touch of a woman's hand on your shaft, it seems." She continued to run her hand up and down the boy's smooth shaft as he made low groaning sounds both from the pleasure her hand gave his penis and from the pain of the knife in his belly. Imira stopped when she saw the boy's stomach muscles tighten and she knew that he was about to come. His penis was hard and red from the blood that filled it to its full length. Imira placed his feet on her lap and taking a rope from her waist, she slowly tied his feet together feeling his smooth skin. She then tied them to a tree and pulled his body up so that he hung upside down. She admired her handiwork staring at his bare body hanging from the tree. Blood spurted past the knife which remained in his belly and made a straight red line down his chest and covered his throat. His penis was still rigidly pointing out from his body. She then picked up a whip that she carried and began to whip his body from his feet to his chest. She paid special attention to his exposed penis, striking it many times with the whip. His body swung in the air, and hoarse groans eminated from his throat. All at once, he came and a white stream of semen flew through the air. Some of the fluid hit Imira. "So, you dare to squirt your vile juice on me!" she screamed. She grabbed him by his hips to stop his body from swinging and seizing her knife she pulled it from his belly. A torrent of blood followed it and coated the boy's chest. With her knife in one hand she used her other hand to grasp his penis, which still remained hard even though it had spent its cum. With one stroke her knife sliced through the firm flesh of his penis. The youth began to scream and grabbed at his loins searching for his missing penis. Fearing that other warriors might hear and come to his aid, The Amazon took her knife and stabbed him repeatedly in the chest as he screamed and struggled to avoid her knife. Soon he hung silently from the rope. Imira gazed awhile with satisfaction at the cream white skin of his naked body pierced by her knife, and hanging by his feet. She picked up his severed cock and forced it into his mouth. "He was only a boy," she said "but someday he may have raped one of my sisters." "Now there is one less to threaten them." She then walked away watching his body swing slowly from the rope. It was Titinius that came upon the body of the boy. "Marcinius!" he screamed almost in shock, as he stared at the naked body hanging from the rope. Then, coming again to himself, he cut him down and carried him to a grassy clearing. He removed the penis from the youth's mouth and placed it between his legs. Then he placed the boy's hands over the severed penis covering it and his groin. Standing up, Titinius looked at the boy lying in the grass almost as if he were asleep and had tried to cover his nakedness in modesty. He recalled the times that Marcinius had shared his bed and how he had been the first to sodimize him. Titinius, who prefered men to women, had seen the boy at the market and wanted him so he offered money to the boy's family and became his protector. Marcinius was no more than twelve years old when Titinius ordered him to sleep with him. He still remembered how Marcinius had been shaking with fear as his clothes were pulled off and thrown aside by Titinius. As they lay in bed, Titinus ran his hands all over the boy's body. As he touched the smooth skin of Marcinius, he became aroused, and forced the boy's head down to his throbing cock. "Take my member into your mouth Marcinius and suck it" Titinius ordered. "NO NO I can't do such a thing! Stop!" Marcinius cried as he tried to jump out of bed and run. But Titinius' strong arms encircled him and kept him from escaping. "So you disobey me!" Titinius roared and he threw the naked boy over his knee and began to spank him on his behind. Feeling the boy's small penis against his leg aroused him even more. Marcinius howled in pain with every blow. "Please stop! I will do as you say!" "Then you had better begin quickly" Titinius said as he threw the boy onto the ground. "Get on your knees!" Titinius bellowed and the boy quickly obeyed. Titinius grabbed him by his hair and shoved his hard cock into his mouth. Marcinius began to suck unwillingly but after Marcinius threatened him with more beatings, the boy began to suck the man's cock with all of his might. When Titinius felt that he was about to cum, he pulled his cock from the boy's mouth and ordered him to lay on the bed. Turning the boy on his stomach, Titinus shoved his cock in Marcinius' ass. The boy cried with pain but Titinius continued to push into him until his cock was completely buried in Marcinius' ass. "AAHHH!" Titinius cried as he shot his semen into the boy. Collapsing on top of the boy, Titinius explored his body again with his hands and then rolled off of him. This sight of Marcinius' naked body had filled Titinius with such lust that he took him many times before the dawn. Now Titinius stared at the body of Marcinius and dispared at losing him. He knelt beside the boy and again felt his smooth skin. Suddenly full of lust, Titinus stood up and removed his clothes. He must have him one more time. Turing Marcinius' body over Titinius' hands played with the soft round flesh of the boy's behind. Grabbing his now rigid shaft he shoved it into the dead boy's ass. Titinius held onto Marcinius' shoulders as he forced his cock in and out of the boy. With a loud groan, Titinius' cock spewed its juices into Marcinius' ass. He collapsed on top of the boy and lay there until he could recover his strength. Before leaving, he made a solumn vow to the boy's spirit that he would avenge his death. As darkness was approaching, Imira made her way back to the stronghold of the Amazon's. She walked along a path which narrowed into a small path closed in on both sides by rock walls. Suddenly, coming from the other direction on the path was another of the male warriors. It was obvious that he had been in the recent battle. She could see that he had been wounded since he walked along very slowly and bent over. He held his hands to his stomach where he evidently had been wounded in the fight. But the strangest part of all was that he was completely naked!! Somehow he had escaped from whomever had wounded him, it must have been one of the Amazon warriors during the battle. He must have gotten away after she had stripped him naked; perhaps he had killed her as she prepared to castrate him and could not wait long enough to recover his clothes. Meeting one of the male warriors in such a vulnerable state thrilled her and she stood her ground waiting for him to see her. Suddenly, he looked up and saw her standing before him with a knife in her hand. "No! Don't stab me! ," he said "I have been wounded and stripped of all my armor!" "I surrender to you!" "Prepare to die!" she answered and advanced toward the naked man with her knife ready. As they met the male grabbed the Amazon's arms and they began to wrestle. Several times her breasts brushed across her opponent's chest and her nipples pressed against the matted hair on his chest causing them to stand up and increasing her sexual appetite. The two warriors struggled in each other's grip fighting for their lives, breast to breast! After a while the wound suffered by the male warrior began to take its toll and his grasp on the Amazon's arm loosened enough for her to break free and wasting no time she stabbed the male in his chest. He gasped as the knife entered his body and stumbled back from her. She watched him closely noticing his penis, which she had felt strike against her legs during the fight. It now hung limply from his body. His hands clutched her knife in his chest as if he were trying to pull it out and use it against her. Perhaps this was how he had gotten away from the other Amazon, who probably lay somewhere at this moment, a victim of her own knife. But this was not to be her fate for this second wound proved to be too much for the male. He suddenly fell to his knees still pulling at the knife. She remained motionless waiting to see what would happen next. He slowly collapsed onto his side and lay their motionless; she knew that it was over and she was victorious. Walking over to the male she took her foot and pushed him onto his back. And placing her foot on his chest she reached down to remove the knife when he grabbed her leg with his last ounce of energy. She realized that he was trying to pull her over so she raised her foot while he tried to hold it and brought it down on his penis. He screamed in pain as she mashed his penis with her bare foot. It excited her to feel his member under her foot and she continued to mash it after his hands released her. Finally, he no longer screamed and she thought that she had killed him so she removed her foot from his penis. Just to be sure, she knelt down and stabbed him in the chest and stomach several times. For her last stab she carefully aimed the knife just above where his penis connected to his body and plunged the knife in to its hilt. She took a few minutes to caress his now limp penis and chest with her hands before she left his naked body lying on the forest path. Imira hurried back to her city. The lookouts saw her coming through the woods and opened the gates. "Imira, are you hurt!" one of the lookouts said, "you're covered with blood!" "Its not my blood that you see Rosalind," Imira laughed, "Its the blood of two male warriors that had the misfortune to cross my path!" Both women laughed and hugged each other. "Look Rosalind, now their treacherous blood covers you as well!" Imira said as she smeared the blood over Rosalind's chest. Rosalind's nipples stood out straight and hard from Imira's touch. "Oh Imira!" she said breathlessly, "you are so brave and skilled in the ways of battle. I want to be like you but I am afraid! When do you think we will fight the males?" "Soon my poor Rosalind, they are gathering their forces not far from the city. I have come to report their position and numbers. I'm afraid that we will meet them tomorrow on the field of battle." Tears welled up in Rosalind's eyes. She was much smaller than Imira. She stood a little over five feet tall and weighed not much more then a hundred pounds. What people saw as most striking about her was her large breasts that stood out proudly from her small frame. She had dark brown hair that she wore past her shoulders. Many people considered her quite pretty, including Imira. "Imira, I am so scared." cried Rosalind, "When I look at the size of our enemies I become frightened! Their muscles are so large and I am so small; how can I ever hope to defeat any of them? I have heard about the horrible things that they do to any women that fall under their power." Saying this Rosalind broke down and buried her head in Imira's chest. Imira stroked her hair and tried to comfort her fears. Gently she caressed her friend as they stood in the courtyard. "I must go and make my report, Rosalind, but meet me back here in an hour and I will try to allay your fears." Imira patted the woman's head lovingly and lifting her head up, she kissed Rosalind fully on the lips. Both women pressed hard against the other, craving each other's lips. Imira broke free and walked off to make her report leaving Rosalind breathless. She was filled with terror at what tomorrow would bring and passion inspired by Imira's kiss. Imira went to her home to clean herself before giving her report. Her serving women poured warm water and perfumed oils into the bath. Oliva, a black woman captured by Imira during a raid on a neighboring village, came and removed Imira's clothes. Imira then slipped into her bath and relaxed in the warm water. Oliva picked up a sponge and began to wash her mistress. She moved the sponge slowly over Imira's breasts. "By the goddess madam! what has happened to cause all of this blood on your body?" Oliva said as her hand slightly trembled as it passed over Imira's breasts. "My path crossed with those of a boy and a man in the woods." Imira replied, "and their bodies lay were we met." "I had no mercy on them, Oliva, not even the boy, I left his small penis sticking in his mouth when I had finished with him." As Imira said this she smiled and closed her eyes thinking back to her encounter with the young boy. "They deserve no better," Oliva said, "they are filthy dogs, all of them." saying this she moved her hand down to Imira's vagina and began to massage her. "Ummm" Imira moaned in pleasure as her body relaxed in the warmth of the bath. "Come and join me, Oliva" Imira said and immediately Oliva removed her clothes and slipped into the bath water with her mistress. Their legs entwined as Oliva ran her hands over Imira's body until her hands again reached Imira's vagina. Parting her pussy lips, Oliva searched for the knob of flesh which was Imira's clitoris. When she found it, she squeezed it softly between her fingers and felt it grow as Imira groaned with pleasure. Oliva silenced her moans as she kissed her and forced her tongue into Imira's mouth while her hands played with that soft flesh that brought Imira so much pleasure. "OH! OH! OH! OOOOH!" Imira closed her eyes with passion. Her body jerked up and down in the water. The bodies of the two women rubbed together in the water as Oliva continued to excite Imira's clitoris with her finger. "Oliva! Don't stop! Don't stop!" Imira cried. Then with a last spasm, she came. "AAAAAH! Oliva, you're so good!" she moaned as she laid her head on Oliva's dark breasts. Almost like a child, she sucked on Oliva's nipples as her body rested against that of the slave in the bath. Imira's sucking drove Oliva wild with passion but she dare not move for fear of upsetting her mistress. After a long while, Imira recovered her strength and stepped out of the bath. "I am going to lay down for a moment, before I report to our priestess. Oliva, please clean up the bath" Imira said as she left the room. Oliva remained in the water, her body aching for relief. She hated Imira for never satisfying her. Her breasts were sore from Imira's teeth. Gently she carressed her breasts with her left hand while her right moved between her legs and massaged her clitoris. She imagined Imira tied up and at her mercy. She closed her eyes and saw Imira tied hand and foot begging her for help. "I'll release you, Imira" Oliva thought to herself, "but first you must satisfy me" And the slave visualized lowering her vagina on the bound woman's face and feeling her tongue push against her clitoris. "That's it, Imira," Oliva thought, "tickle it harder with your tongue and I will untie you!" "Harder, Harder, Imira!" Oliva groaned as her fingers played with her own clit until she came into the bath water. Oliva lay for several minutes in the bath with her fingers still buried in her vagina. Then she remembered the order that her mistress had given her and left the bath to begin cleaning up the room. Imira slept for an hour and then dressed herself in her armor and headed for her meeting with the high priestess. Upon reaching the meeting room, Imira waited for her chance to give her report. She had to wait several hours since there were many women there discussing plans for the impending battle. Finally, Imira was admitted. "I saw the enemy encampment," she told the priestess "there must be at least five thousand of them. Their campfires spread as far as I could see." "From the way they are camped it appears that they will try a direct assult on our main gate." "Are you sure Imira?" the priestess asked, "other scouts believe that they may try a flanking action and attempt to scale our side walls." "I do not believe that" Imira said, "the main force is camped along the road to the city and they have about ten of our women who were taken hostage tied in front of the camp." "I believe that they will use them as shields when the battle begins." "And when will that be?" asked the priestess. "Tomorrow, I think, based on the acitivty in their camp" "Then we must prepare quickly" the priestess said. "The generals have decided to use the plan that was used against the forest women who attacked our city last spring. We slaughtered them with great ease!" All of the women in the room cheered the priestess' words. "Imira, you shall be with our forces that attack the enemy's front, while our Tanya leads those who will come down the mountain and attack from behind" Tanya, a huge woman over six feet tall with muscles as large as a man's as well as full sensual breasts that were the envy of many of the women in the city, stood as the priestess spoke. "I will cover the ground with the blood of the filthy males, and not one will keep his penis at the end of the day!" A great cheer went up from all present and the feeling of victory was like electricity in the air. Imira left unnoticed while the excitement of the women was at a fever pitch, she wanted to keep her appointment with Rosalind. Stepping outside of the meeting room, Imira saw Rosalind standing in a corner of the square. She appreared she almost afraid of being seen by the people that filled the square. But upon seeing Imira, Rosalind left her place of hiding and walked toward Imira. Both women embraced, and Imira kissed Rosalind's cheek. "Dear Rosalind, do you feel more confident now?" Imira asked. "No, I am still afraid of the men coming to attack us tomorrow!" Rosalind responded in a quivering voice. Imira smiled as she placed her hand under Rosalind's chin, "Then come with me and I will bolster your courage." Imira and Rosalind walked hand and hand to the edge of the city. Within sight of the city walls, there was a gallows with a solitary figure hanging from a rope. As the women approached, Rosalind could see that the figure was a man clothed with only a shredded rag covering his loins. His hands were tied behind his back and a noose was around his throat. He was still alive only because he stood on his tip-toes to prevent the noose from strangling him. "Look, Rosalind, this is Rogar," Imira said as they reached the man at the gallows, "he was the slave that tried to escape to the male army, and he has been sentenced to death." "As long as his feet hold out, he will keep on breathing," Imira laughed and grabbed Rogar's penis roughly under the loin cloth. Rogar growled loudly and breathed gulping breaths as his body swung on the rope. Rosalind gazed at the man in awe. His body gleamed with the sweat that streamed from every pore. His muscles were tight as he strained against the rope. She admired his sculpted body but at the same time it frightened her with its superior strength. She dreaded meeting someone like him on the field of battle tomorrow. She could easily make out the muscles on his chest and stomach as well as his calves and thighs that strained against the pull of the noose. "You see, Rosalind, you might have fought him tomorrow had he escaped." said Imira, "I want you to face him now!" And saying this, Imira took the knife that hung from her belt and handed it to Rosalind. "Stab him, Roalind," Imira said, " Stab him as you will stab those that you will face tomorrow!" Rosalind gazed at the knife in her hand, "Oh no, Imira, I couldn't!" "You must!" Imira commanded, "You will meet more like him tomorrow. Stab him in the belly now!" Rogar's eyes opened wide and he tried to yell but his voice was cut off by the noose. His body swayed as he tensed his muscles in anticipation of her attack. Rosalind stared at Rogar. The smooth wetness of his flesh began to excite her, she felt her vagina tingle. If the situation were different, she might have let him fuck her, although she had never been with a man. For all of her life she was bonded to Hester who slept with her every night and satisfied her with her tongue. But Rosalind wanted to feel a man's penis in her if only one time. Griping the knife, she pushed it into Rogar's belly, just above his navel. He began to scream loudly despite the noose around his throat. "Good, Rosalind, now stab him again before someone hears," Imira said. Rosalind pulled the knife from his belly and putting her left arm around Rogar's body, she stabbed him again as she stared into his eyes, this time pushing the knife all the way in to the hilt. His blood gushed over her hand and onto the ground like rain. He struggled in her arms as she held him tightly with her left arm while her right hand still held the knife. After a moment his struggles grew weaker and he could no longer stand on his toes. The noose tightened around his throat as Rosalind removed her arm from his back and pulled the knife from his belly. The women watched his struggles as the noose choked the life from him. "That was good, my dear," Imira said, "now do one more thing for me." "Castrate him!" Rosalind's eyes grew large. She had never held a man's penis before and now she was being told to cut Rogar's off! Slowly she reached for his loin cloth, took hold of it and pulled it off. Her eyes examined his naked body hanging from the rope. Carefully she reached for his penis. "Come on," Imira joked, "take hold of it." "It won;t bite you, at least not now!" Both women smiled and Rosalind felt foolish for being so timid. She took Rogar's penis in her left hand and sliced the knife into it. But the knife was dull because she had to slice back and forth several times before she cut it off. "You must be quicker than that tomorrow," Imira said, "if you expect to cut off the penis' from all of the men we expect to kill." The women smiled as Rosalind dropped Rogar's cock onto the ground. "You have done well, Rosalind, now come to my home and we will clean ourselves." Rosalind followed Imira to her dwelling. Oliva came to greet them and Imira ordered her to prepare her bath. When the bath was ready, Imira escorted Rosalind into the room. She dismissed Oliva for the night. "I will go into my bedroom," Imira said softly "you undress here and get into the bath. Rosalind felt uneasy disrobing in Imira's home. She was afraid that Hester would find out and be angry. "Imira, perhaps I should leave." "No Rosalind," Imira chided "you don't want to walk about the city covered with blood as you are." "Well, perhaps you are right. I'll wash quickly but then I must leave." "Leave when you wish," Imira responded "I don't want to hold you here against your will." "Oh no!" Rosalind said contritely "its only that I am afraid of Hester and what she might do!" "Don't worry about Hester, she doesn't know were you are. Just undress and relax in the bath for a few moments, that's all." Without waiting for a reply, Imira turned and left the room. Rosalind undressed and stepped into the warm water. She picked up a vile of oil that Imira kept on the edge of the bath and poured it onto her shoulders. Some of Rogar's blood that had splashed onto her skin was washed away by the oil. Suddenly the door opened and Imira reappeared. She was naked; her full breasts bounced as she walked across the tiled floor. Seeing her this way startled Rosalind and she started to get out of the bath. "Imira, you have no clothes on! I really must go!" Rosalind said. Seeing Imira's firm body had aroused her. She had only been with Hester who was older than Imira but her busom was larger. "Be quiet silly," Imira laughed "I need a bath as well and we might as well share the water since it takes Oliva so long to prepare the bath." Before Rosalind could react, Imira had reached her and gently forced her back into the bath. Both women now bathed. Rosalind felt both fear of being discovered and desire for Imira. Imira took the bottle of oil and poured it onto Rosalind's chest. She spread the oil with her hands stopping to massage Rosalind's small round breasts. Rosalind closed her eyes and felt her fear melt as her desire grew more intense. "There now, doesn't that feel good" Imira said as her hand continued down from Rosalind's breasts to her belly. "You need to relax after your triumph tonight, let me help you." Rosalind opened her eyes with excitement. "Yes, I have killed my first man, I hope tomorrow to add many more " "I know you will." Imira said very softly "you did very well tonight." Imira's hand left Rosalind's belly and moved down to her vagina. She felt the girl tense as her finger entered her pussy. Slowly she rubbed Rosalind's clitoris with her finger. Imira could feel Rosalind's fluids begin to flow even in the bath. "Come, I think we are clean now, lets rest awhile before you leave." "Yes, maybe I should" Rosalind said "I feel very weak from sitting in the water." Imira showed Rosalind into the bedroom and both women lay together in bed. Imira took Rosalind in her arms and reached between her legs to feel the girl's pussy. "Oh Imira, you shouldn't, suppose Hester finds out" "Don't worry so much" scolded Imira, "Hester won't find out and besides, this will help you relax." "Well, OK, but just this once." Rosalind said and closed her eyes relaxing to Imira's touch. Imira's finger gently caressed Rosalind's clit and she felt the girl's muscles tense with excitement. "By the goddess, she is a sensual bitch," Imira thought "I would like to have her every night. I would do things to her that the old hag Hester never dreamed of." After a while Rosalind's vagina became very wet and she started to moan quietly. Imira lowered her mouth onto Rosalind's right breast and began sucking her nipple while her fingers continued to massage her clit. "Oh! suck harder, Imira, suck harder!" Imira left Rosalind's left breast and began sucking her right nipple while she squeezed her own breast with her free hand. Imira removed her mouth from Rosalind's breast and looked at the young woman's body. Every muscle was tense as Rosalind moaned with pleasure. Imira felt her belly and could see her abdomen muscles. She kissed and sucked Rosalind's smooth belly and could feel her own vagina dripping with passion juices. Imira lowered her mouth to Rosalind's vagina and began to tease her clit with her tongue. Rosalind's body went into spasms as Imira's mouth kissed her pussy. Then her spasms became very strong and her legs locked around Imira's head holding it to her vagina. As her passion reached its climax, she screamed and came in Imira's face. Her body collapsed onto the bed but her legs held Imira's face in her pussy for a long time. Finally, she relaxed and Imira moved up again to kiss her on her mouth. "Now let me taste you" Rosalind said and jumped down to Imira's waiting pussy. Her tongue immediately explored Irmira's vagina and Imira savored her every touch. Rosalind pressed her face against Imira's writhing pussy as hard as she could and stuck her tongue deep inside. Her tongue darted in and out of her mouth like a man's cock inside of Imira. She chewed the pussy lips and clit gently with her teeth as Imira went mad with desire. Her body arching and bouncing on the bed. Rosalind felt like she was holding onto a bucking bronco as Imira neared her orgasm. Suddenly Imira came and her come juices flowed passed Rosalind's face onto the bed. Imra let out a low hoarse groan as her passion subsided. Rosalind slid along the exhausted woman's body and they lay together in each other's arms. "Your body is so firm," Rosalind said, " and you are much more fun to lay with than Hester." "It seems that she doesn't want to make love very much any more." "You should leave her and live with me," Imira said as she again let her tongue play with Rosalind's breast. "Hester is too old for you." "Oh no! I couldn't, I am afraid of what she might do." At that moment the door to the bedroom flew open and Hester appeared dressed in her battle clothing with a sword in her hand. Staring at the two naked women laying on the bed, she said "So Rosalind you are unfaithful to me! I will make this moment of lust the last one for you both!" And she brought the sword down toward the women. Imira grabbed onto Rosalind and rolled off of the bed away from Hester as her sword cut into the mattress. Quickly Imira stood up and faced Hester. "Calm down Hester, we were speaking of the battle tomorrow and got carried away." "For you Imira, there will be no tomorrow," Hester said and swung her sword hitting a long candleholder near Imira and knocking it over. Imira picked it up and defended herself against Hester's sword. Hester, furious with both women, swung the sword wildly chasing Imira around the room as Rosalind cowered in the corner. "Forgive me , Hester, " Rosalind pleaded, "stop this and I will come home with you now and satisfy you in your bed!" "I wouldn"t have you touch me after being with this foul woman," Hester sceamed, "when I am finished with her, it will be your turn to feel my sword." Rosalind's words had made Hester so angry that she took her eyes off of Imira for a moment, This was the opportunity that Imira was waiting for. Turning the candlestick upside down she drove the point into Hester's foot. "AAH!" Hester screamed as Imira pulled the thin point from her foot. Imira then swung the base of the candlestick hitting Hester on the side of the head. Hester's eyes rolled in the back of her head as she dropped the sword and fell across the bed. Imira sprung on her and grabbed the knife that Hester carried on her belt. Getting a handful of Hester's hair she pulled her head up and began cutting the thick leather straps that held her chest protector on. "What are you doing," Rosalind asked "Hester will be furious with you for ruining her best armor!" "You fool Rosalind," Imira said "we can't let her live, she will only kill us tomorrow during the battle" Imira cut through the straps and let the chest protector fall exposing Hester's breasts which were very large and hung down on her chest. "My Rosalind you must have had fun playing with these." Imira said as she squeezed Hester's heavy breast. Hester began to groan and she opened her eyes not sure where she was. Imira raised the knife high in the air and pulled Hester's head farther back. Seeing the knife Hester screamed, "NO!" But her words were cut short as Imira brought the knife down with all her might stabbing her high on her chest just above her left breast. The knife drove quickly into the woman's body and Imira's hand made a loud slap as it hit her flesh. "Ohhhh!" Hester moaned, "Help Help I'm being murdered!" she screamed. Angry at her poor aim, Imira pulled the knife with all of her might as Hester struggled to stand up. The knife came free and Imira once again raised it into the air at arm's length. Down the knife came a second time, but this time it entered in the middle of Hester's left breast. Imira's hand slammed into the soft skin and smashed it flat against Hester's chest. Blood gushed from the wounds onto the bed where Imira and Rosalind had laid moments before. Hester uttered a short groan and went limp. Imira let go of the knife and released the handful of hair. Hester fell onto the bed, the handle of the knife hitting the mattress and holding her body up. "No, No, No Imira," Rosalind said, "what have you done! We will be put to death for Hester's murder!" "No we won't, I have a plan," Imira said, and taking hold of Hester's feet she threw her body onto the bed. "Help me undress her," Imira ordered and Rosalind came over and started to unlace Hester's sandals. Imira cut off Hester's leather skirt. "This armor is very nice," Imira said, "I would like to keep it for myself but someone would recognise it." Meanwhile Rosalind had removed the sandals and Hester lay on the bed naked except for her own blood which covered her chest and soaked the sheets. Imira took one of Hester's feet and dragged her roughly onto the floor. Then throwing the leather clothing onto the bed she gathered the sheets into a pile and handed it to Rosalind. "Here, you carry these and I will carry her." "We will take her outside the walls and leave her." "When she is found, everyong will think that she was killed by one of the enemy and robbed." Imira pulled Hester from the floor over her shoulders. She could feel the woman's breasts pushed against her back. "Don't take it so hard, Rosalind, she would have been killed tomorrow anyway. She really wasn't a very good fighter." Imira said as she walked from the room with the body of Hester on her shoulders with Rosalind cowering behind her. Imira walked through the dark streets with Hester's naked body over her shoulder. Rosalind followed closely behind her with Hester's clothes. As they neared the edge of the city Imira turned to Rosalind and said, "Look over there Rosalind, that bonfire is still burining; throw her clothes into it." Rosalind walked slowly over to the fire and threw Hester's garments into it. She stood looking as the fire consumed them with her hands over her mouth in fear. "Come Rosalind," Imira said softly, "we must hurry!" Rosalind turned and walked toward Imira, looking at her hands she saw that they were covered with blood. "By the goddess!" Rosalind screamed, "I'm covered with Hester's blood!" "Quiet you fool, do you want us to get caught!" Imira scolded "hurry now, we will take care of the blood later!" Imira and Rosalind hurried to the city gate and carefully opened it. "You stay here" Imira said, "and watch the gate until I return." Imira walked into the night carrying Hester. Soon she came to a steep hill near the city where she pitched Hester's body down the hill and watched as it rolled over the rocks cutting her breasts and belly until it came to rest against a large bolder. Her body had been torn from head to foot by the sharp rocks, her formerly large breasts were torn open and oozed blood and gore onto the ground. Returning to the gate, Imira met Rosalind. "Come with me and we'll wash." Imira said. to be finished