The Trophy

I could just distinguish the sentry's form in the shadows. She was standing there completely naked hoping for a slight breeze to bring relief from the oppressive heat. Moonlight gleamed on her ebony skin, polished by the fragrant oils she groomed herself with. As I crept closer I could see lines of sweat running down her body.

She was a classic Ethiopian beauty with long legs and smooth, firm muscles. She had a long slender neck, high cheekbones and a fine aquiline nose. Her broad shoulders were honed by many hours of practice with the sword she held loosely at her waist. Her keen eyes scanned the darkness for any sign of movement. I crept on hardly daring to breathe, knowing that if she detected me I would be dead in seconds.

When I thought I was within striking distance, I made a dash for the kill. I pulled her head back and slit her throat to the spine. Her body gave a convulsive jerk and started thrashing in my arms. I pulled her to the ground and threw my body on hers to keep her quiet. The huge gash in her neck gurgled and bubbled as her lungs struggled for air and blood spurted from open arteries.

Her death throes gradually subsided and her body relaxed and lay still. Pools of blood soaked into the sand and left hardly a trace. I knelt beside the beautiful corpse and looked her over.

Amazon women take meticulous care of their bodies and pride themselves in their athletic development. The dead sentry was no exception. Her hair was trimmed in a short, sleek style and rubbed with fine light oil like the rest of her body. She wore small gold earrings and a tiny gold stud in her nose. Her high firm breasts blended with her lean muscular body. I ran my hands across her smooth skin and felt the hollow of her firm flat stomach.

Reaching between her legs I spread her thighs and felt the thrust of her pubic bone and her soft warm pussy. She wore a gold labia ring that signified either noble birth or extreme favor from the Royal Court. I got a good grip on the flap of skin and carefully carved it away from her body with my knife. I held my trophy high in the moonlight and then strung it onto the gold chain I wore around my neck. The chain was now heavy with tokens from battles fought over the years but the memory of my first trophy was still fresh in my mind.

I was no more than a youth when my father allowed me to accompany the men on a hunting trip. We had dismounted and were setting up camp when five Amazon women came galloping toward us. Screaming and shouting they swung their swords in the attack. The fight swirled around the clearing as arrows flew and swords clashed. One woman broke her sword in a dual and when faced with death, she bolted and ran.

"Go get her!" My father yelled and I took up the chase.

She was no more than a young girl but ran like a rabbit. I could barely keep up as she headed out across the desert. When she tripped and fell I saw my chance to catch her. She was struggling to her feet when I brought my sword down on the back of her head and split her skull.

The girl fell face down in the sand and lay there twitching. Even in death she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. She had long slender legs and soft suede boots topped in fir. Her skin was a golden tan and she wore a fine linen tunic embroidered in gold. Her skin was a golden tan and her long hair, now stained with blood, was the color of honey. Her arms and legs were spread wide and her tunic was pulled up showing off her beautiful round butt cheeks. I suddenly found myself with the biggest erection of my life.

I reached down and untied her fine silk loincloth and touched her soft pink pussy. She was wearing a small gold labia ring, the first one I had ever seen.

I knelt between her wide spread legs and picked up her hips to meet my throbbing member. I could feel her hymen rip as I plunged myself deep into the virgin child. I rammed myself into the soft yielding body again and again until I was totally expended. When my seed finally surged into the lifeless corpse I felt a wave of relief flow over me.

As I lay on the warm ground, too weak to stand, I explored the beautiful body next to me. I rolled her over and looked into her deep blue sightless eyes. She wore a gold embroidered linen headband that matched her tunic and pearl earrings. Her hair was braided around the temples and strung with pearl beads.

I unbuckled her belt and folded open her tunic for a better look at her body. Her breasts were high and firm but not yet fully developed. I cupped them in both hands and felt her soft yielding pink nipples. I ran my hands down across her flat stomach and felt her slender waist and the flair of her hips. I continued along the insides of her thighs and spread her beautiful legs.

I stroked her golden pubic hair and then got a good grip on her labia. With my knife I carved around the area until the skin came free in my hand. I had my first trophy.

As I walked away I looked over my shoulder at the young girl lying dead on the ground. "What a pity," I thought, "But they attacked us and she would have killed me if she had the chance."

Back at camp, the Amazon women lay bloody and naked on the ground. Two had died in battle while the third had been stripped and beheaded. She was tied down in a kneeling position and the head and torso still lay where they fell.

The biggest of the Amazons was being raped. It took four of the men to hold her down while the rest took turns. When everyone had as much as they wanted, my father stood over her with the point of his sword resting on her navel.

"Beg for your life," He said but the Amazon woman just stared back defiantly. Blood trickled from her mouth and her jaw trembled as she bit her lip but she refused to make a sound.

My father disemboweled her with a single stroke of his sword and her body relaxed on the ground. As soon as the men let go of her arms and legs, she jumped up and ran off into the gathering darkness trailing several feet of her intestines.

"Let the hyenas have her," My father called when two of the men started to give chase.

Around the campfire we exchanged stories and I showed off my trophy to everyone's admiration. My father said the gold ring signified royalty and the young girl was probably part of the royal family or even a princess. He produced a gold chain from his purse and showed me how to wear it proudly around my neck.

As the evening wore on several of the men dragged the nude bodies off into the shadows to enjoy them in private.

Less than six months later my father was ambushed and killed by the Amazons. As I stood over his mutilated body I swore to devote my life to killing as many of these women as I could.

The Amazon movement started out on the steppes of central Asia long before the time of Greek legend. In those days, nomadic tribes fought for territory and scarce resources. Men were killed in the wars and left their women to be exploited and victimized. For mutual protection and support, the women banded together. Bigger, stronger women protected the smaller weaker ones.

Soon the women went on the offensive and began raiding weaker tribes. They became an elite warrior class and attracted recruits from around the known world. To support their life style they took men as slaves. They emasculated them and put them to work in their fields and mines.

These were the Amazons we fought and our mission tonight was to free the men of our tribe that had been captured. There were about twenty Amazons in this band and over fifty prisoners.

Less than a hundred yards away I watched another sentry and a dark form creeping up behind her. Their shadows merged and the struggle was brief. The shadowy figure held something high in the moonlight and we both started moving in the direction of the camp. By morning, twenty Amazons would be dead and the prisoners would be free.

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