Homians
 By Hardie 
 
The Homian soldiers are slaughtered by the Amazon girls, and a survivor has his balls busted. 
 
This story is meant to be read by adults only. <hardiewh@aol.com>
 
(I have revised this story to confirm to those who have written, what was previously implied, that Princess Lida's
war party were bare breasted! I have also taken this opportunity to provide a fuller description of the Amazon
warriors. Thank you for your interest.)
 
The girls climbed silently down the ropes they'd dropped from the cliff top. Bare-breasted, they wore the minimum of accoutrements. Short, belted skirts
made from the hides of goats only just reached the tops of their tanned thighs, while tight-fitting, lightweight, calf length leather boots molded their lower
limbs. Personal weapons were slung across their backs, leaving their arms free to negotiate the descent.
 

 
Lida, their leader, a nineteen year old Amazon princess, gave the signal, and the ropes were pulled up by the girls left on top, leaving no trace of the
Amazons' penetration of the Homian training camp.
 
The Homians had become a threat to the Kingdom of Amazons over the past few years. They had increased their territory at the expense of neighboring
tribes and were, if intelligence reports were to be believed, now planning to expand northwards. This would bring them, sooner or later, into conflict with
the warrior women of the Amazon Kingdom, and these women were great believers in the doctrine of 'retaliate first'!
 
One of the reasons why the Homians had been so successful was their training regime. Every winter, when it was difficult to wage war, the Homian Officer
Corps spent two months in their training camp working on combat techniques and battle strategy. This professional approach had proved most effective
against the other tribes, who had no idea of either tactics or strategy. However, in the Amazons, the Homians had an adversary who approached the
business of combat in a similarly professional manner, only the women had been at it much longer!
 
As prearranged, Candi and Mila moved off to take care of the sentries.
 
Silently the girls worked their way along the bottom of the cliff until they reached the narrow passage which led into the box canyon containing the training
camp. Two sentries stood guard. Both were alert and facing outwards - the wrong way for them!
 
The girls crept within fifteen meters of the male soldiers who were silhouetted against the moonlit sky. Carefully the female warriors drew their short,
powerful bows, sighted on their respective targets and fired!
 

 
The arrows thudded into the men's backs, tearing through muscle, penetrating hearts. The men's bodies straightened with shock, then their knees buckled
as they slowly collapsed, dead before they hit the ground.
 
Under the command of Lida, the other six girls ghosted through the scrub to the rough hut the Homians used as a guardroom. The faint light from an oil
lamp flickered through the open window space, guiding the female assassins to their victims.
 
Lida made sure her warriors were in position, then she threw open the guardroom door and launched her attack on the unsuspecting men.
 
The guard commander half rose from his seat at the guardroom table, mouth open to sound the alarm, when Lida thrust her sword into his throat, sending
his body toppling backwards, blood spurting from the fatal wound.
 

 
Startled Homian guards, rudely wakened by the onslaught, hardly had time to grab their weapons before they were cut down by the swift, silent, Amazon
girls.
 
In less than two minutes the guardroom was strewn with male bodies, and the Amazons were in control.
 
Lida sent a runner to Candi and Mila at the canyon entrance. They in turn signaled the rest of Lida's force of fifty girls who were waiting in dead ground
near the training camp entrance.
 
Leaving a couple of girls on guard, the force joined up with their leader at the guardroom. From her observations of the training camp from the top of the
cliff, Lida knew exactly where the Homian Officers were located. Her force divided up into three groups.
 
. "Don't forget," said Lida, "I want one prisoner from each group. Kill the rest! Good luck girls!"
 
The slaughter was swift, and completed with ruthless efficiency. The Homians were taken completely by surprise. Some of them were silently dispatched as
they slept, unaware of the presence of the lithe young female warriors until the girls held them by the hair and drew their knives across the men's throats.
Others managed to stumble into action, roused by the girls' attack, only to perish by the dozen on the deadly blades of the savage female killers.
 
In less than fifteen minutes, the two hundred members of the Homian Officer Corps, the elite of the male army, were slain by the fifty Amazon girl warriors!
 

 
Three of the men were allowed to live. The reason for the men's respite was made clear the following morning. Lida was curious. She wanted to find out
how effective the Homian training had been.
 
To this end she determined to pit two of the prisoners against two of her girls in combat. The third prisoner was the camp Commandant. If the Homian
training proved to be more effective than the Amazon training, and the men won the contests, then Lida would make sure the Commandant gave her the
secrets of Homian success. However, this was merely a precaution. She was sure her girls could beat any man in any form of single combat!
 
In the centre of the camp there was an area of open space used as an assembly area by the Homians. To-day it became an arena for a fight to the death
between man and woman.
 
"If you win," Lida told the Homian prisoner, signaling for his bonds to be untied, "you will be set free. If you lose, you will die!"
 
The man, Thoran, was a magnificent specimen, as were most of the Homians. His weeks in the camp had brought him to a peak of fitness. He had a
beautifully proportioned 6 foot 4 inch frame. Wide shoulders surmounted a deep chest. His stomach showed well defined pads of firm muscle. His arms 
and legs bulged with muscles developed by exercising with heavy logs to increase his natural strength, which was considerable. He was naked. His thick
cock dangled down between his massive thighs, balls swinging as he took up his position.
 

 
Lida nominated Candi to fight the huge male. The girl was much smaller than her male opponent, standing five foot five in her calf length boots. Her short,
auburn hair, framed a heart shaped, smiling face, full lipped, with large, almond shaped brown eyes. Proud breast jutted out above a slender waist and her
hips flared seductively under her short, fighting skirt.
 
Thoran mentally dismissed her as a serious threat. He would smash this chit of a girl, win his freedom and lead the Homian people to avenge the deaths of
 his fellow Officers. With a terrifying yell, he leapt at the girl.
 
Candi remained calm, waited until the man's huge bulk was almost on top of her, feinted to go right, ducked left, sank her body over her bent left leg and 
swept her right leg into Thoran's ankles. The man's legs tangled, his arms whirled ludicrously as he tried to keep his balance, then his massive body crashed 
towards the ground as he lost control.
 

 
The Amazon girls laughed with delight at the spectacle, then gasped as the man managed to break his fall, roll on his shoulder and scramble to his feet
Homian training had obviously included some forms of unarmed combat.
 
However, Candi was already moving into the attack, and had no time to be impressed by the huge man's recovery. She swung one shapely female leg and
lashed her foot into the male warrior's dangling balls. As his mighty body folded into a protective crouch and his roar of pain rang out, the girl swarmed all
over him, slamming punches into his eyes with her tiny fists, trying to blind him.
 

 
Then, as he raised his arms to defend himself, the girl grabbed him by the wrist, swung her buttocks under his stomach and, using the man's arm as a lever,
heaved downwards. Thoran's huge frame flew over the girl's shoulder to crash once more into the ground. This time, dazed and confused by the girl's
attack, he did not break his fall. His body thumped into the ground, driving the air from his lungs..
 
Candi kept hold of the Homian soldier's wrist, stepped over his arm so that she held it tightly between her smoothly muscled thighs, facing away from him.
Then she dropped on his trapped limb!
 
Thoran roared with rage and pain as the girl's move almost wrenched his mighty arm from its socket. With a savage twist, the lithe young girl sat him up,
held his powerful body in position with her hold on his wrist, spun round and, kicking backwards, began smashing her heel into the floundering man's face.
 
The watching Amazon girls cheered their encouragement as they watched their slender sister pound the massive male, pointing with derision as his tree-like
legs kicked helplessly and his head was jerked back and forward like a puppet on a string.
 

 
Letting go his wrist, Candi grasped the dazed man by his mane of hair, held his head steady and drove her knee into his exposed jaw. She let Thoran's
semi-conscious body slump over backwards. Then, as his large, dangling genitals lay open to her assault, the merciless beauty stomped her heel into the
man's exposed balls.
 
Thoran's body convulsed as he screamed his agony and he rolled over, clutched his groin, and doubled up over his damaged testicles.
 
Candi drove her heel into the man's kidney, the pain making him roll frantically away from his female tormentor, trying desperately to escape the punishment
the girl was inflicting on his vulnerable, naked body.
 
Candi followed like a cat playing with her prey, helping his movement with well placed kicks to the male soldier's most sensitive areas, giving him no
respite, driving him on until he crashed into the side of a hut.
 
Momentarily stunned, Thoran didn't realize his uninjured arm was being seized until the girl had it in her grasp. Wrapping both hands round the man's wrist,
the young Amazon warrior used his muscle laden arm as a lever to twist him onto his stomach and began to haul his arm up behind his back.
 
The massive biceps in Thoran's arm bulged with effort as the male warrior tried to resist the girl's pressure. But she had the leverage. A foot in the back of
the man's neck pinned him to the ground while she braced her petite frame and poured her strength into the maneuver.
 

 
The Amazons yelled their encouragement as the contestants battled for supremacy. The brute strength of the mighty male was pitted against the subtle skills
of the female fighter. Everyone knew that, if the girl could disable his one good arm, the man was finished, and they watched in fascination as the contest
unfolded.
 
Thoran did his best to resist the girl's attack. Sweat poured from his massive frame as he tried to lever himself up with his other arm to give himself some
purchase. But it was no use. The girl had rendered the limb useless and he simply couldn't make it function. All he could do was hope the girl's strength ran
out before the muscles in his arm gave way to her pressure. And he was terrified that she was too strong for him.
 
For almost five agonizing minutes male and female were locked in the trial of strength. The lithe, shapely body of the slender girl poised over the massive
bulk of beautifully muscled male, both straining for supremacy. Then, little by little the man's trembling limb began to give way to the determined young girl's
assault.
 
Finally, with a cry of triumph, Candi straightened her crouched body, and forced the man's mighty arm to make a right angle with his prone frame. Then, as
his resistance was broken, she bore down on the arm, twisted the limb up between his shoulder blades and heaved.
 
Tendons tore as Thoran bellowed in pain and despair while the girl destroyed his arm, wrenching it upwards until it became a lifeless, dead weight in her
grasp. Disdainfully, Candi dropped the useless limb and straddled her victim's broad back. She pulled his head back by the hair.
 

 
"Poor man," she crooned into Thoran's ear, "are you helpless? Did the naughty little girl hurt you then? Did you spend all that time training to be a big,
strong soldier, only to be beaten up by a tiny, little girl? Shame!" Playfully she ruffled the humiliated man's hair.
 
"Now we're going to stand up against the wall, big soldier boy, and see how much you like being beaten by a girl. Shall we stand up?"
 
Clumsily the defeated male dragged himself erect, and leant with his back against the wall, towering over the svelte young girl who had half blinded him and
destroyed his mighty arms. Tears coursed down his cheeks as his massive chest heaved with sobs of shame. He had been thrashed to defeat by a chit of a
girl and he had no will left. The girl had destroyed his fighting spirit, yet, as if in tribute to the girl who had beaten him, his cock stood out in proud erection.
 
Candi smiled and closed her tiny hand over the man's throbbing cock and told him to follow. Now she paraded her defeated victim before her leader. Still
holding Thoran by his thick, hard cock, the girl marched him over to the Amazon princess.
 

 
"On your knees, soldier boy," she ordered, and the despairing man sank to his knees in front of the teenage girl.
 
"Show us what a nice big boy you are," said Candi, pulling back on his hair so that the man's body arched backwards, allowing his cock to probe upwards
in a towering hard-on which brought squeals of pleasure from the watching girls.
 
"You have done well, Candi, to defeat such a huge, male warrior," said Lida. 
 
She turned to her girl soldiers.
 
"See how easily a slender, Amazon girl can humiliate a mighty, muscular male. I was sure our training was superior, now Candi has shown that this is so.
The man forfeits his life."
 

 
Drawing back her long, smoothly tanned leg, Lida smashed her foot into the Homian's tautened balls. His mouth gaped open as he tried to scream. But
Candi had already pulled his head back and locked it between her shapely female thighs, cutting off his cry before it could escape.
 
The girl held him there, while Lida showed her youngest female warrior how to rouse the man's cock by stroking his injured balls with her silky fingers.
Then, as Candi closed off his air supply with the pressure of her deceptively powerful thigh muscles, the young Amazon princess began to slide her hand up
and down the throbbing cock of the beaten male Officer.
 
Candi began to choke the life from her massive enemy's mighty body. Then, as the man surrendered his male milk to the beautiful Amazon princess in a
series of convulsive spurts, Candi finished him off, opened her thighs and let his huge body slump to the ground.
 
To the cheers of the watching Amazons, the girl placed her foot on the beaten man's barrel like chest, and raised her arms in victory.