Vara the amazon warrior - Rescue
By TheSword
Vara and her amazon sisters fight their way into Glamonas camp to rescue the prisoners


The following should not be read by those under eighteen, those who
do not want to read about violence and sex and those squeamish about
death by the sword.
TheSword apologises to Motiff88 for plagiarizing Vara but I think
she's worth it!



Vara has been hired to rescue a group of the Queens servants and
slaves taken captive by Glamona's bandits while travelling to the
summer palace.
After careful scouting Vara confirms that they are being held deep
in the forest in a secret camp. She learns that they are to be moved
again soon and must be rescued quickly. Even Vara realises that she
cannot handle this alone and hires some amazon 'sisters' to help.


Dawn is an hour away when Vara and the other amazons are woken by
the watch. The first light shows dimly through the trees overhead
and a low fire burns in the middle of their camp. They have some
food, discuss the days tactics and get ready for the rescue. The
twelve amazons undress down to their boots, short chainmail
loincloth and helmets. Their neat, firm breasts are left uncovered.
They help each other to oil their bodies and then each woman straps
a medium length sword to their waist and dagger to massive thighs.
They stand in a row for Vara to inspect. Even she is impressed by
the fit, muscular amazons standing before her and is glad she has
chosen them to fight with her today. They vary in height but all are
powerfully built, massive muscles ripped and veined. They are all
skilful with the sword and accustomed to a life of fighting and
killing.

They head off towards Glamonas secret camp at a steady jog in single
file.
Vara takes the lead a hundred yards ahead to warn of any ambush.
They quickly cover the three miles through the woods, powerful
thighs and firm, rounded glutes propelling their heavy bodies
easily. They halt in a glade, breathing lightly despite the run,
oiled bodies glistening with sweat and excitement.
Light is starting to filter through the trees now as they make their
way cautiously forward.
Suddenly Varas body stiffens as she sees a male guard ahead and the
others stop. Signaling one of the others to follow they creep up
closer, hiding behind a tree to wait for the approaching guard. As
he passes their hiding place Vara gets behind him, slapping a hand
over his mouth and clamping his sword arm in a vice-like grip as her
sister amazon springs out in front of him. His whole body goes rigid
in Varas grip as Mala drives her dagger into his chest. She twists
the blade up to slice his heart and he goes limp. Vara lets him drop
to the ground where he convulses and kicks for a while in his death
throes as the other amazons catch up. At the sight of the first kill
of the day the amazon warriors all feel the familiar warm wetness
between their legs, nipples stand erect and the blood lust rises in
them. The guards body is dragged into the bushes and they scout
round for other guards to kill.

The camp is only a few hundred yards away now but they want to
silence all the guards surrounding it before going in. They split up
into groups of two and circle in opposite directions.
Vara spots two guards coming toward her and Mala, one male and one
female. She knows it could be tricky to kill both without making
a noise but they'll have to try. Once again they hide and wait for
the guards to walk toward their hiding place. Vara draws her sword
and just as the two guards are level with her she jumps out swinging
at one guards neck which she nearly severs from his body. At the
same time Mala has clamped a powerful arm around the female guards
neck and with a flick of her wrist Vara drives her sword into the
guards chest down through her breast, lung and heart. With a final
push she drives it in to the hilt and as Mala lets go the guard
slides off the blade and falls at her feet, stone dead. Both guards
lie pumping blood onto the ground without a sound having been made
apart from the gurgling of the blood-fuller of Varas sword.

They move on until they hear a sound up ahead. Cautiously they crawl
through the undergrowth until they can see a small clearing where
one of their fellow amazons is fighting a female guard. They look in
dismay at the dying body of the other amazon lying face down with an
arrow shaft buried in her back. The two women grapple each other as
they fight over ownership of a knife. Mala rushes forward to attack
just as Vara realises she cannot see a bow or quiver lying around.
Just as she begins to shout a warning that there might be an archer
around she sees Mala jump and the barbed tip of an arrow erupt from
her tightly muscled back. Mala stumbles as she looks with disbelief
at the shaft buried in her stomach, not noticing Vara rushing past
her to attack the archer. Fortunately the archer panics as he sees
her attack - sixteen stone of muscled, blood-thirsty amazon armed
with two foot of sword would panic most - and he drops his arrow. As
he reaches down to pick it up Vara kicks him in the face and as he
straightens up from the blow she drives her sword into his stomach.
With a cry he clutches at the steel as it is pulled out and then one
last scream as the blade slices into his neck.
She looks round quickly as one of the other two fighters grunts and
sees with relief that it is the guard who has just lost the contest,
a knife buried in her chest and the victorious amazon straddling her
convulsing body.

Vara goes over to Mala who is lying on her side clutching at the
shaft in her stomach.
"I'm sorry, Vara. I should have realised"
"I should have noticed sooner, Mala"
"I don't want to die, I want to fight alongside you"
"I'll miss you Mala, we've had some good fights"
"Finish me quickly Vara, it's starting to hurt now". She cries out
with pain as her stomach spasms and she spews blood. With that Mala
rolls onto her back, gasping as the protruding arrow is forced back
into her torso. Vara places the tip of her sword on Malas chest and
as their eyes lock she drives it in. Malas whole body jumps briefly,
goes still for a second before her powerful legs begin beating their
death-rattle and all her magnificent muscles convulse rhythmically
as if she is having one last orgasm. Vara bends down and kisses her
gently on the mouth tasting Malas blood on her lips. Losing a
comrade warrior shouldn't really concern her, they all knew they
could die at any time and were happy to die fighting. Thinking she
must be getting past it she shakes herself out of her reverie.

Just when Vara thinks the element of surprise has gone the other
amazons trot into the clearing and report that they have disposed of
another three guards and that the camp seems quiet. She is annoyed
to hear that another amazon died, speared through the chest when she
sprung a concealed trap, so there are now nine left in the band.
They carefully move through the woodland toward the camp. It is a
semi-permanent affair of stakes and wattle with a rickety gate at
one end. One female guard stands just inside. Vara moves right up to
the fence and peers through a gap. She sees just two guards keeping
an eye on the prisoners hut and they seem half asleep waiting for
the end of their shift.
Calling the others over she tells them the situation. They can
expect the guard to be changed soon and there are probably another
twenty guards in the various huts. The two guards outside the
prisoners hut will have to go first. Four amazons are given a leg up
and vault over the fence landing noiselessly in the camp. Powerful
legs propel the fifteen stone warriors across the open ground toward
the unsuspecting guards who die instantly as heavy swords decapitate
them before they even have a chance to raise the alarm. The bodies
are dragged out of sight while dirt is kicked over the puddles of
blood.

The female guard, standing with her back to the gate, only has time
to let out a short cry as an amazon vaults the gate to land directly
behind her, grips her neck in a crushing arm hold and drives a knife
into her heart. The warrior opens the gate to let the other four in.
They quickly run to join the others who have been checking out the
huts.

Three huts sleep roughly half a dozen guards each. Six amazon
warriors will go into the huts, two to hut, while the remaining
three watch their backs and arouse the prisoners.
With a blood-curdling cry three doors are simultaneously kicked in
and their occupants wake to face blood lusting amazons. The guards
are quickly slaughtered despite outnumbering the amazons. Their
blood splatters the beds and floor as the amazon swords cut into
them. Even without the element of surprise these amazon warriors
would probably have succeeded anyway.
One guard has time to grab a loaded crossbow and shoots a young
warrior in the abdomen. Far from stopping her it enrages her and as
he tries to reload she drives her sword through his neck before
turning to confront the last guard. They fight hard for half a
minute but the shaft buried painfully in the amazons abdominal
muscles slows her and she drops her sword as she feels a blow to her
chest. Looking down she sees the guards sword buried in her chest
just below her left breast. He twists it and pulls it out. With a
gasp she feels her lung collapse and feeling faint sinks to her
knees clutching at the gash in her chest. The guard kicks her over
and she cries out as the crossbow shaft is driven in deeper by the
fall. Coughing and spewing blood she slowly dies as her assailant
faces the other amazon warrior who quickly defeats him, ripping open
his guts.

Vara has entered the third hut, quickly killing four of its seven
occupants. Her fellow amazon, Zala, kills two more but moves herself
so that her back is unprotected. She quickly pays with her life as
a desperate guard drives his sword through her back. Having just
killed the opponent facing her, and still pulling her sword out of
him, she looks in shock as the razor sharp blade erupts from her
right breast. She finds her sword-arm useless because of  sliced
lats, lung and pectorals so grabs her sword from the fallen guard
with her left arm and spins round to face her enemy. He looks
surprised that this female still has fight left in her and even more
surprised as Zalas sword slips past his defence and drives deep into
his stomach then again into his neck. All seven guards now lie dead
or dying.
Zala staggers out of the hut followed by an angry but saddened Vara
who knows her friend is as good as dead. She clutches futilely at
her wounded chest. Her breathing is difficult, frothy blood bubbles
from her breast and dribbles from her mouth.
Between breaths she gasps "I've failed you Vara, I left your back
and mine uncovered". The others watch as she places the tip of her
sword on her own chest, tenses massive biceps and pulls the blade
deep into her heart. With a cry she topples forward driving the
sword in to the hilt. Muscles spasm and her legs kick briefly before
she lies still at Varas feet.
Thinking back to Malas death earlier and then the fact that Zala had
indeed risked both their lives she suddenly lets out a powerful kick
at the body which jumps and then settles back. Just then two people
erupt from the prisoners hut. One of the prisoners is being held
hostage by a guard who has a knife at her throat. "Touch me and I'll
kill her. This one's the Queen's favourite Lady in Waiting so you'd
better do as I say".
Vara walks toward them but stops ten paces away as she sees the
knife tighten. "Why don't you come out from behind that shield and
face me like a man?"
"Stay where you are. This one's my safe conduct out of here"
"No, little man, you're not leaving you're going to die"
"I'll kill her. I will"
"Then you won't have a shield and you'll die even sooner", retorts
Vara. "Tell you what. You look a fast runner, we'll give you 30
seconds start before chasing you"
The guard, sweating and trembling, thinks briefly. He knows he's
fast and these muscle-bound amazons obviously can't run very fast.
"No bows to shoot me with"
"As if we would!" teases Vara.
"Okay then" agrees the guard.
"We'll beat out 30 seconds on that cooking pot then you know Tilsa
will be following you. Go!"
Hesitating he looks at the amazon indicated. 'With all that heavy
muscle she can't outrun me', he thinks. 'Bet she can't even bend
over to put her own boots on' - he wasn't to know how wrong he was.
Pushing his hostage at Vara he dashes off for the gate. Tilsa takes
off her sword belt, re-ties her long brown hair, and limbers up,
stretching and bending in a way the escaping guard would not like to
see. She selects a spear which she hefts to feel its balance.
28... 29... 30
"Kill him Tilsa. Go!"
Tilsa, despite her fourteen stone of corded muscle, is not only
supremely flexible but also very fast. At Vara's command she streaks
off at an amazing rate after the doomed guard. In under two minutes
there is a distant scream as Tilsa's powerful muscles propel her
spear across the rapidly closing gap and deep into the guards back.
As he collapses she is upon him, pulls out the blade, kicks him over
onto his back and he screams again as she drives the spear into his
abdomen. "I going to leave you to die slowly; causing us all this
trouble, you fucking wimp"
"Don't kill me, please"
"Stop wingeing. I not going to finish you off, you're dead meat with
those wounds anyway. You'll die in the next hour or two". She turns
and leaves him.
"Don't leave...me...like this..."

By the time Tilsa covers the five hundred yards back to the camp the
prisoners are shambling out of their hut. The remaining warriors are
urging them on. One warrior has a heavy slash across her bicep and
breast which one of the servants is binding up but the others are
unhurt although spattered with their enemy's blood.
Vara realises that time might be short if a relief is being sent out
to the camp. "Come on, shift your butts! Do you all want to die!
Four of my warriors have already died to get you useless garbage out
of here"
Originally Vara had thought to do this rescue on her own. She would
sneak in after killing all the sentries and quietly release the
prisoners. She can now see that it would have been hopeless as this
rabble would have woken the whole forest. She preferred working on
her own with nobody else to think about. However much she enjoyed
seeing her enemies die, to smell the fear and blood, to scream with
blood-lust, she still hated seeing a good warrior die.

Two warriors lead the way into the forest while the remaining six,
including Vara take up the rear. They pass the bloody bodies of Mala
and the two guards. Some of the freed prisoners gasp at the sight
and one of them throws up. "That's nothing luvvy, you should see a
really messy fight!", laughs one of the warriors.
A few hundred yards further on they come upon the dying guard that
Tilsa speared earlier. One of the servants, a young, well-built
girl, stands looking down at him. "Are we going to kill him
properly?".
Vara laughs. "What's killing properly, sweetie. He'll die soon"
"We aren't savages. Finish him!"
"Watch your step, sweetie", replies Vara
The young girl suddenly turns on Vara. "Don't call me 'sweetie', you
bloody savage, my name is Selkin and I ......"
Before she knew what had hit her she was sprawled on the ground,  a
nasty red weal on her face where Vara had just lashed out. She shook
her head, jumped to her feet and got in a suprisingly powerful blow
to Varas face before her wrists were crushed in a vice-like grip.
Suddenly Vara laughed. "You're a stuck-up kid but you've certainly
got spunk, sweet.... Selkin. Tilsa, give this wildcat your spear"
Selkin takes the spear as Vara says "Kill him, Selkin. Let's see if
you can kill. Do it!"
Their eyes lock for a few seconds before Selkin turns toward the
dying guard, puts the spear tip over his heart and with all her
weight pushes it in. She watches fascinated as his whole body
stiffens then begins to convulse. Blood seeps out as she withdraws
the blade but his legs continue to kick. "He's dead, isn't he?" she
asks
"Yes. He's dead. They usually kick and convulse like that - the
death rattle. Don't waste your energy on any more thrusts" one of
the amazons explains.

"Come on we're wasting time. Move!". Vara is getting edgy and
annoyed at the delays.
The troop shamble through the forest, urged on by the warriors. One
male servant twists his ankle and is given a piggy back by Horse - a
nickname the amazon earned many seasons ago under similar
circumstances.
Unfortunately he soon forgets his ankle as the up and down motion of
his body against the amazons bare back gives him an erection.
Feeling his stiff rod rubbing her back Horse cautions him "you cum
on me and I'll castrate you, you little bugger". They begin to laugh
just as an argument breaks out between two servants. One of the
girls has been pestered by a youth in his twenties. Pretending to be
helping her along he has been holding her tightly. The girl put up
with it until his hand begun to grope between her thighs then she
slapped him hard. In a rage he punches her in the face. In two
bounds Vara is there confronting him. "What the hell are you doing.
Leave her alone and get a move on"
"Fuck off you bitch!" he replies.
Now this was not the time nor the right thing to say to Vara. 'I'm
sorry' would have been a whole lot better.
Suddenly he's very sorry as Vara's left fist drives into his gut and
as he doubles over her right fist smashes him in the face. He goes
down like a ton of bricks. She scoops him up in a fireman's lift,
"Come on. Move!" she shouts again and the troop moves off.

Selkin follows Vara watching her powerful muscles rippling under the
load of carrying the unconscious youth. Wide back muscles, firm
glutes and muscular thighs taking the weight easily. She comes
alongside Vara. "I want to be like you, Vara"
"You don't look like a killer, Selkin"
"I just did, didn't I. If I had muscles and confidence like you I
could be a good warrior"
"Finishing off a dying enemy is very different from fighting a
healthy one, girl"
"I know that. But I want to fight. I've shown I can kill. At least I
wouldn't leave my enemy to a slow death like that guard"
"Touché, Selkin. Just remember though that while you're neatly
finishing your foe one of their comrades might be driving a sword
into your guts"
"Tell me how I can become a warrior, Vara"
"You're serious, aren't you?"
"Yes. I want to be powerful and muscular like you and the others"
says the girl.
"Could you face death every day?"
The girl thinks a while before replying, "If  I was a warrior I'd be
expected to fight and die. I'd be happy to do that to be like you"
"It's a hard, short life"
"You're still alive after all this time"
"Selkin, I've seen two years of fighting. Inevitably I will die in
battle. I might be killed today, who knows"
"But you don't mind. In fact I think you crave the excitement and
risk"
"You're right Selkin, I suppose I do"
"At least a warriors life would be more exciting than being a
maidservant for the Queen"
"Okay, Selkin. I'll send you with Dina. But remember it'll be a few
years of hard training and you'll live for nothing else..... And not
long after that you'll probably be cut down on the battlefield and
lie twitching and bleeding like that guard"
"I know what I want, Vara"

They moved on at a brisker pace now. The castle was visible in the
distance as the forest began to thin. Suddenly a challenge was
shouted and before she had a chance to draw sword one of the lead
amazons found a spear pressed against her bare chest. She realized
at once that it was a small troop of the Kings Guards and relaxed.
Vara moved forward and exchanged greetings. "Will you take this
rabble from here, Captain?"
"The Queen wants you and your warriors to see her so that she can
thank you and pay you personally. Where are the others amazons?"
"Dead. We shall follow. You lead the way" says Vara
They continue on toward the castle but Vara is uneasy as the Kings
agreement was that they would not be seen in the castle.
They arrive at the castle late in the afternoon, weary and foot
sore. The servants and slaves are taken to their quarters while Vara
and the remaining amazon warriors are led to the great hall.
The doors close behind them and they become aware of a number of
guards lining the walls. They are dressed only in boots and
loincloths and armed with swords. The most noticeable thing is their
size and muscularity.
"If I wasn't so worried I could quite fancy some of them" Vara
whispers to Horse
The Queen enters followed by her Master at Arms. "Well done, Vara.
You have rescued some valuable servants"
"Glad to be of service, Your Majesty"
"Kneel before me, amazons"
"My apologies, Your Majesty, but we kneel before no one. What is it
you wanted?"
"I want to see you fight.... and die. I have ten of my finest
fighters here but I see that there are only seven of you now. Never
mind. You obviously aren't quite as good as I thought"
"My warriors died rescuing your chattels and killing over thirty
enemy guards. We agreed a price for the job"
"And I intend repaying you with a swift and honourable death - I
don't like to see women playing at soldiers"
"We don't play at soldiers, Your Majesty, we are trained and
bloodied warriors. We will have no choice but to kill all your fine
fighters and then we might kill you" threatens Vara.
"How dare you! Kill them!" she signals her fighters who rush at the
amazons, swords drawn.
The hall fills to the sound of steel on steel and steel on flesh as
the ten male fighters attack the amazons. Calmly grouping themselves
the amazons face the onslaught. A sword gets through amazon defenses
and buries itself in an amazons abdomen. Ignoring the blow she
strikes back severing her attackers neck and then parries another
thrust. Before they know what has happened three of the Queens
guards are dying on the floor. "Break" shouts Vara and her troop
breaks open and now surround the guards. The amazon who was wounded
earlier at the camp tries her best to fight left handed but she
cries out as a sword is driven into her chest. She looks down in
shock as the bloodied blade is pulled out of her but recovers her
senses in time to drive her own sword hard up into her enemies
stomach. The other wounded amazon, slowed by her wrecked abdominals,
misses a feint and has her neck slashed open. Five amazons remain
fighting but now there are only six of the Queens guards left as
well. None of them notice her screaming "Kill them! Kill! They're
only women".
Once the numbers are even and the fighters are paired off the match
becomes a test of skill and stamina. Vara has lost all her worries
and concentrates solely on the fight. Not for a long time has she
fought such a good swordsman and also one so nicely muscled. She
could have had fun with this one in bed but now she would just have
to enjoy killing him. Fuck, he's good. She's nearer dying than she's
ever been but she finds herself enjoying the match. After a couple
of minutes he makes a mistake and she drives her sword into his
abdomen. He gasps as he feels her steel slip in but tries a swing to
Varas neck. She grabs his wrist, withdraws her sword and then pulls
him onto it again. With a moan he falls to the floor dead. She
suddenly realises that all the guards are dead and that her comrades
have been watching her fight.
Panting heavily and with nasty gashes on her arm and leg Vara dives
for the Queen as she tries to follow the escaping Master at Arms.
She gets the Queen in a headlock and drags her back into the hall
toward the bloody heap of bodies.
"Seven of my sisters have died today because of you, you bitch. I
hope it gives you satisfaction to see the carnage you've just
caused. Look carefully before I kill you". Vara rips off the Queens
top to reveal a suprising figure of firm breasts and tight midriff.
"I think we'll do it slowly and painfully. A knife in those nice
tight abdominals should be a good start.."
"Stop it!" a commanding voice echoes round the room. They all turn
to see the King and the Master at Arms pointing a powerful crossbow
at Vara. She throws the Queen onto the bloody corpses.
"What is the meaning of this?" the King demands.
"It was just a game.. I thought...." whines the Queen.
"A game! Ten of my finest fighting men butchered and some of this
countries finest amazons? Get to your chamber and stay until I send
for you" replies the King.
The Queen stands up. Slipping on the bloodied floor she leaves the
hall.
"I'm truly sorry Vara. I hear that you already lost many of your
fine warriors this morning"
"Yes Your Majesty and now another two lie dead at my feet. I should
have killed that sniveling bitch you call your Queen"
"Then I'd have to shoot you down and I don't want to do that. I want
you to train a platoon of amazon warriors for me, Vara"
"I'm a loner and a fighter Your Majesty, not a teacher. Ask Dina.
She's our trainer, and I think you have one of your household who
will be your first Royal Warrior"
"Who?"
"A youngster by the name of Selkin, Your Majesty"
"Hah! That young wildcat. Yes. I saw her knock one of my guards out
cold. He made the mistake of getting too familiar. I never really
saw what happened, she was too fast!"
"I know" Vara laughs "I got this bruised jaw just for calling her
Sweetie! She's determined to be a warrior and accepts that she will
kill and be killed. She's got plenty of spunk, that one"

So it was agreed that Dina and the remaining two amazons would stay
behind while Vara went on her lonely way in the morning.
Later as Vara entered her chamber for the night she sensed someone
else behind her. Drawing her sword she spins round and just in time
pulls her blow as she sees Selkin standing there.
"Are you trying to get yourself killed, Selkin? Never come up behind
an amazon unannounced"
"Sorry, Vara. I wanted to see you"
"Yes?"
"I just wanted....."
"What?"
"Well... before you go I wanted to....."
"Come on, Selkin, what do you want? I'll help you if I can"
Selkin blushes as she blurts out "Can I see and feel your muscles. I
want to give you pleasure Vara?"
"Oh. Don't get ideas Selkin. I like women but I prefer men, if you
know what I mean"
"I want to see them so that I know what I'm going to look and feel
like soon. They've asked me to join a new platoon of Royal Amazons."
"I know. I can see you're happy but remember what I told you - it'll
be a hard, short life"
"And I want to savor every second of it, Vara. Please will you
undress and show me your muscles?"
"Oh what the hell! One condition though"
"What? Anything"
"I'm horny as hell now after the fighting and after I've finished
with you I'll be ready to explode. So I want you to bring that hunky
Master at Arms to me afterwards. Just tell him I need him urgently -
that'll be no lie!"
An hour later Selkin staggers out of the chamber. She thought she
was just going to see and feel Varas muscles but hadn't counted on
the feeling including headlocks and scissors. The power and stamina
of Varas muscles amazed and excited her. She had felt slightly
embarrassed when she orgasmed noisily between Varas legs and thought
she might get angry but suprisingly Vara just kissed her
passionately on the lips.
Meanwhile Vara was nicely warmed and pumped up ready for her Master
at Arms. She had a good time with him although it was a few days
before he felt better again! It was certainly a night he would never
forget! It was pretty good for Vara as well!



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