Death, Death, Death and shame to our foes!
Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 4:06 pm
It going to be different from my others, with no dialogue or real prespective.
Just plain plot progression and explosition.
Comment if you can. I wonder how this new style would go over any readers.
Vuncan, lord of the Getai, and king of Dacia look back at her army. Even with the powerful Greeks, the self proclaimed "heirs of Alexander" to the South, Vancan was able to summon a sizeable force to oppose their tradition enemies, The Amazons to the North.
On horseback, he look back at his vast host, it was not the largest army that the Getai ever had, but it was a great as any that march across the field. In the days of his grandfaters the host would be even larger, but nevertheless, it was easily the largest the king ever seen in his long life. He stractch his long white beard, and his army form up.
Feudal levies was the largest group, semi-free men gathered together armed with simple wooden sheild and short spears. Short and stocky humaniods, called themselves Darrow Dwellers would fell his ranks. His main fighting men was the Drapanai, armed with the fearsome Falx, a sword like weapon capable of chopping limbs, and heads, in a single motion. Greeks from the south had taught the Getai the use of the phalanx. The elite of the ground forces were the Ordition, the greatest warriors.
Years of fighting the Amazons has also taught the Getai several harsh lessons. Women, gathered in large numbers, in a similar method as the men, would also join the ranks. They use spears, swords and serves as good archers, along with the Adriana, the veteran hunters. It was an army that fight against every possible forces, Allemandi, Celts, the nomadic steppe Saka, and even the Romanized Solonderians. Hopefully, this day, it would also beat the Amazons.
For centuries, the Getai had sent male captives, usually in the hundreds, to the female warriors of Amazonia. Gathered by lots, and by luck, these young men would picked from the settlements of the country and escort to the waiting Amazons. Vulcan remebered as a young man, as he watch with slight embassement and a heavy heart as each man was march to the border between the two countries. There the tall female would slowly strip each of the captives, roughly fondling them. Each women would mutter in the own language, of the phsyical state of the male. Each man would judged to be in one of the four humilationing and dreadful "classes" that man would be forced into.
The "Azzurahs" were the most notable. Skinny and often sickly, this men would only have breed with the "common" Amazons before being sent to battle. They would be the first to fight, softening up the enemy before the main "Amazons" would hack against the main body of their enemies. Vulcan remember a spy report, as he witness, several of the Azzurahs being using by the low level amazons.
"the Azzurahs (male) would often be tied by two poles and would be flat on his back, all arrange in several rows in the middle of the camp. The Azzurahs was striped naked, most only wearing sandels on their feets, and blindfold over their eyes. Tthe women, from the lowly female slave to the Queen would march as in parade, barefoot, and would step over the men, trampling them over and over again. if the Azzurah suriviced the males would be forced to suck pussy, as each female, or any class or occupation would sit on the Azzurah face. Many females just still on face until they moan out in pleasure, but some sit down until the Azzurah is no longer breathing...
If the Azzurah manage to survive his face sitting, then he would be mercily fucked, his cock forced up into any woman cunt for sexual intercourse. I was told by a Azzurah who had temparary escaped from his captor, that many desendants of the Amazons were concived this way..."
The roar of his own warriors woke up Vuncan from his deep thinking. He didn't have time for this, he had a war to win. He shouted to his men and woman, some tight formations, other in more looser formation. The Getai march to their destiny.
On the other side of the battlefield. The Queen Alexei (Alex-la) was sitting on the back of a naked male slave, who was carrying around. Her long brown hair was loose in the wind. She was a mature woman, over 40 years, but still considered a great beauty. She was tall, nearly flawless skin. She was clothed in the finest silk. Her body was not the slender, muscular woman she once was, but she still had a well managed voluptuous body. The queen tightened her large thighs over the male, she ordered the female slave around her to pick up the male by his arms and legs. Clothed in thin linen gowns the dusty female pick up the male and took the couple to the front on the Amazonian army.
The Queen stood up and set her bare feet on the back of the out-stretched male. She look at her great army in pride. The Azzurahs, clothed in a loose tunic with throwing javelins and a small shield, all as one bow down. Today, they were most likely die, but last night, each and every one was fuck senseless by the Amazons warrior. At the least, each men would had one night of pleasure, even if it was in laid back, uncomfortable positions.
The Queen greet her warrior with a great roar. The large females, some of them over 6 and half feet tall roar out in response. The tribeswomen and the Amazonian spear rattled their spears against their shields. The Kola clapped their twin swords together. The Amazon hoplite, heavily armored spear woman with thick spears, bronze armor and hophon shield, stood together in tight formation. Behind them, hordes of female archers stood behind them, most of them had weight darts, not arrows. They mean to bruise and stun the male, not kill them.
Like the Getai, the Amazons surge forward ready to meet the Getai in a field on honor.
As the army pass forward, The Amazon lead her slave to her private tent. The male was turn over in the air, so he was facing upwards. He watch helplessly as the female slave pull out his limbs. The mature Queen had not clothing under her dress, and the male had to watch as the Queen settle her naked butt on the male's face. Signaling her female slave, the Queen settle her weight on the male, grinding away, and forcing the male's long nose deep in her anus. Without the need of orders, The male slave tongue slip from his mouth and snake away into the Queen hairy pussy. Softly moaning, the Queen enjoy several small orgasms from the sensations from both her pussy and ass. Giggling softly, and tightening her thighs again, this time over his head, The Queen lift up slightly. The male slave tried his best to get as much air in his lungs as possible. The Queen relax and settle down on his face again, as the female slaves, using the male's arms as poles, carried both the Queen and her male seat to her inner chambers of her large tent.
The male was place in a low table. He was quickly tied up by the female slaves. After he was tied up, the Queen quickly dismiss all the female, but one. The Queen commanded the female slave to hold the male's cock. As She settle on the man's face, the Queen took over her silk dress. She command the female slave to lick and suck the nipples of her large breasts. The female slave was also told to rubbed the male slave as skillfully as she could. The Queen was going to ride it later.
King Vulcan got up from his wounded horse, and slowly took off his chainmail shirt. He was bleeding underneath, but it was a small cut, so there was no real damage. The Princess in charge of the army, the 30 year old, raven hair commander had ordered that her warriors made sure the King of the Getai was to be captured alive.
A bronze clad Amazon, taller than the rest, rudely kick the king on the side of his head. Dropping her spear and shield, the Amazon took off her sandal, and forced her large foot on the king's face. The foot was full with sweat from the long march, and the king's was aghast of how funky the foot smelled. When he tried to cry away, the amazon realized what he was trying to do and slam hard on the king face. The king groan in pain, as he realized that his nose was broken.
The groan of pain reach the ears of a Amazon matron, who came over to see what the hell was happening. She pull the large amazon off the kings, and scold her. The king could not understand the Amazonian language, but silently he hope the tall woman was punished. He was going to tried to stand. HE notice too late the matron was moving back, right on his body. Groaning even loudly, he had to suffer as the big female stood on her stomach. The king was reduced to some platform by the matron, who was still scolding her subordinate.
Prince Matta look back as the surviving Getai army limp back hope. He look at the grim face of the men, and women as they march on foot and horseback. Dacia would be a three day march away, where hopefully the celebrating Amazon would leave the army alone.
An advisor had earlier said how fortunate the Prince was able to save so much men and woman from the ravages of the Amazon. Only two or three thousand men were captured, and they should be able to keep the Amazon busy for months.
Even with these kind word, Matta could hide from the shame of the loss of the battle. He remembered the first crush of battle as the feudal levies and Dacian phalanx smashed into the ranks of the Amazon tribeswomen and the Amazon hoplites. All things consider the two group were even matched, and both group fought with desperate energy. The only advantage that the Getai had were their fantastic cavalry. Horse archers, heavy lancers and hackers of all types would ride over the Amazon infantry.
Prince Matta's thoughts were interrupted by a messager. The massager was a female scout, who no doubt escaped because of her general. She told Prince Matta that she was sorry, but the King was just captured alive. The Prince had want to immediately sent force to tried to rescue him, but his bodyguards was able to hold him back. Gnitas, captain of the Prince guard, told the say Prince that it was most important that the army survive to fight any day than go over to help doom men. With a heavy heart. The Prince agreed.
King Vulcan was still under the Matron as she continued to stand on him. She got off and lead the tall Amazon away. Several other armored female show up soon after that, and stood over him. One of them as is this was the king of the Getai, and other answered "Yes."
One the shortest female snort that they should give the King extra special treatment, such he was lord of Dacia. Giggle lightly, the tallest look around to see if they was any other Amazons around. The other three offer suggestions of what to do with their special guest. One suggest that they should removed their sandals and stand on his body in bare feet. Another suggestions was removing their skirts and sitting on his face. The most gruesome suggestions came from a small slender woman with pointed ears and long hair. She suggested hacking off the king's limbs and making him a living toilet. It the tallest of the woman, a broad, black hair that gave the best idea. As the king, Vulcan had royal sperm, why not take advantage and rape him, in the hope of a royal child.
All four women warrior look at one another. This was high treason that they were completing. If they were caught, all four would expect terrible, and often humiliating punishment. It the tall amazon, who designated herself of the leader, made the decision. All four girls would take turns. It was going to be all or nothing.
For the most part, the men that was captured by the Amazons were not in much different position than their leaders. Most of the lightly wound men were tied up by long ropes. Formed in long lines, the men, and often the women would be leaded back to the main Amazon camp.
It was the Brides of Arra, the Amazonia goddess of warrior, who would have the terrible of "disposing" the remaining men of the battlefield. Many of the heavily wounded had a detestable death, most commonly done by smothering and trampling by various female women, but the Brides were the one the make sure that the men would never wake up.
One of these men, was Delas, a man who never want to fight. At 52 seasons, he was among the oldest members of the village. Nevertheless, his only slightly graying hair, full beard and stocky muscular frame made him seem younger.
The Amazon standing above him was much younger, and had a tall, slender body. She was wearing a strapless (covering the bosom) tunic. Over the lower half of tunic was covered by a red skirt. Delas could tell by the pigtails in her hair that she was a tribeswoman, a female, who like him, was drafted to fight. She had lightly brown hair, and several piercing on her eyebrows and lips. She also had several tattoos and scars are her arms and legs. The young woman began speaking, in her native tongue. She bend down closer to him, and slowly put her hand on his chest. She started to poke and plod him. Delas guessed that the woman checking to see if he as dead or alive
For a while, Delas wander why the woman continue to poke and prod him. "Was she looking for something." he thought. Suddenly it came to him. The woman must had thought he was dead. He was on the ground of course, and he remembered that a woman had earlier spear-butt him. Now if he just stand still enough. He might be able to get away from the killing field and go home to his wife and other children...
The woman left, muttering to herself. Suddenly she turned as both her and Delas heard a low groan. Delas was worried. He didn't remember saying anything. Delas watch as the woman move closer and closer. He tried to move his hands, but they were buried under the various bodies around him. The woman stop just above him.
A sound of a low groan got their attention. It came from just right of him. It was a man, who like Delas, was just knock out. Delas turned to his side as saw the man. He was wearing what was likely wool. A bronze helmet covered his brown hair. He had no beard, but he did have a fuzzy face. He was mostly likely a young man. The man tried to get up, apparently blind to the tribeswoman to the left of him. Just as he was standing, the woman tackled him.
Even through the women was no taller than the man, she quickly overpowered him. Delas could only watch as the tribeswoman straddled the man put her small knives at the man throat. Delas didn't understand what the woman was saying, but it seem that she was giving him commands. Much to his surprise, the male was able to response to her. "He can speak in the tribewoman language. He must had been one of their border boys," Delas thought
Delas saw the tribeswoman' wicked grin, was worried about the man who came from the border between Amazonia and Dacia. The tribeswoman stood up, and stood, with her fur clad foot on man's chest. She quickly took off her skirt, and lift her tunic exposing her hairy pussy. Making sure all of her weight was on him, Delas, and the border man, inserted several fingers in her pussy. She slipped or her furry boots and stood barefoot on the man face. Still standing on the man's face, she turn around, smearing the man's face with dirt and sweat. The loud moan from the tribeswoman was hard to ignore, as the female finger-fuck herself into an orgasm.
"She must had been greatly exited to have a captive audience" Delas thought to himself.
The tribal woman collapse on her captive's body. It was at the time when she notice that a tent had form in the man's tunic. Recovering from her orgasm, the half-naked amazon sat on the man face. After the tribeswoman gave the man beneath her some sort of command. the female pull up the man's tunic, exposing his growing erection. She started to lick the growing cock. Delas would later be glad the wild woman was concentrating on the cock in her mouth and not her surroundings. Without thinking Delas had sat up, just so he could see the "show" better.
"Wham!"
Delas didn't hear the loud footstep until it were too late. He was too slow to react to the large boot that slam into his head. For a minute all he could heard was the ringing in his ear. For a minute, all he could see was blurred images. Only when his eyes full adjusted when he saw here. She had long black hair, and face cast in blood and iron.
She was very tall, and thick muscle on her shoulder arms and legs. She was wearing a chainmail hauberk that covered her chest, neck, body, and the upper parts of her arms and legs. The mask itself hid her facial features, so he had no idea was it a hideous hag, underneath, or a shy young beauty?
Delas sat in fear as he look into the eye through the iron mask. This woman was no doubt, one of the feared Brides of Ares. The mask itself was covered what look like dried blood. Delas look into the green eyes of beneath the mask, but saw no mercy in them. Leading back and shout something harsh in the Amazonian language, Delas could watch helplessly as the woman raised her double-head axe and brought it down.
CHOP!!!
Delas felt intense pain as the axe came down on his legs. It was so bad that his last thoughts he was going to die, before falling into darkness...
Delas woke up sometime later. He had a rather dull pain from his limbs, and his cramps all over. A heavy weight on his body and face took all of his attention . Sitting on his body was the Bride of Ares. Her large, billowy bottom was mere centimeter from his face. The tight brown not of her anus occasionally open up and Delas watch in horror. Delas let out a small groan as he fully realized the ecstatic feeling coming from his lower body. The slurping sound he heard confirm his feelings. The large Amazon was lick and sucking his dick. He felt a little guilty because of his wife and family, but he could downplay the facts when he got home. But way a story to tell the younger back at the local tavern.
Delas felt the woman moving as she stretch out her long, muscular legs and twist them around his neck in a reverse scissor lock. The Bride of Ares was gently squeezing his neck (and head) as she expertly deep throat him. It was such a pleasant experience, a real change from the horrifying experience just a few minutes ago..
Delas heard a grunt from the female on top of him. He felt a rumbling not from his belly but from him , but from her. Realizing that she was going to fart in his face, he turn to the side to avoid it. When he look around, did he realized true horror.
Delas wonder why he could feel most of his limbs. His hands and. There was nothing but body stubs on where his hands were. The stubs was covered in rags and held there with tight ropes. As a old man, he knew that the rope and rags were there to prevent him from bleeding... to death.
The female on top of him tighten her scissors, so her thick legs were behind his head. Using his great leg strength, the Bride of Ares, push his head up to closer to her butt. She sat up and covered Delas' face with her butt. Delas tried to move his head, but the woman was very strong and he was slowly losing air. The big woman grab his ball and lightly pull them. Delas gave a muff yell into the woman's ass.
Just when he was about to pass out, the woman go up. For the first time, Delas was able to see the full body of the woman who chop off his hands. She was naked, sweat glisten over her muscular body. She was big, much fatter than the young tribeswoman he saw earlier. Despite her muscle on her arms, legs and shoulders, she had the big, heavy breast and belly of a mature female. As the woman got up and sat on his now erect dick, Delas notice that the woman still had her iron mask on. Starting slowly at first. Delas watch as the big female shagging him, pumping herself up and down. She lead forward, humping wilding. Delas could feel the cold metal on the side and his head as the Bride fuck him harder and harder.
"Ah! Urrh, Urrh Urrrrhh!"
Her head was beside his and she cry out in her first orgasm. When she recovered, she sat straight up. She lead back, and squeeze and pull his cock. She held up one of her fingers in a "no=no" gesture. She got up on his cock and start pumping at him over at over.
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Just plain plot progression and explosition.
Comment if you can. I wonder how this new style would go over any readers.
Vuncan, lord of the Getai, and king of Dacia look back at her army. Even with the powerful Greeks, the self proclaimed "heirs of Alexander" to the South, Vancan was able to summon a sizeable force to oppose their tradition enemies, The Amazons to the North.
On horseback, he look back at his vast host, it was not the largest army that the Getai ever had, but it was a great as any that march across the field. In the days of his grandfaters the host would be even larger, but nevertheless, it was easily the largest the king ever seen in his long life. He stractch his long white beard, and his army form up.
Feudal levies was the largest group, semi-free men gathered together armed with simple wooden sheild and short spears. Short and stocky humaniods, called themselves Darrow Dwellers would fell his ranks. His main fighting men was the Drapanai, armed with the fearsome Falx, a sword like weapon capable of chopping limbs, and heads, in a single motion. Greeks from the south had taught the Getai the use of the phalanx. The elite of the ground forces were the Ordition, the greatest warriors.
Years of fighting the Amazons has also taught the Getai several harsh lessons. Women, gathered in large numbers, in a similar method as the men, would also join the ranks. They use spears, swords and serves as good archers, along with the Adriana, the veteran hunters. It was an army that fight against every possible forces, Allemandi, Celts, the nomadic steppe Saka, and even the Romanized Solonderians. Hopefully, this day, it would also beat the Amazons.
For centuries, the Getai had sent male captives, usually in the hundreds, to the female warriors of Amazonia. Gathered by lots, and by luck, these young men would picked from the settlements of the country and escort to the waiting Amazons. Vulcan remebered as a young man, as he watch with slight embassement and a heavy heart as each man was march to the border between the two countries. There the tall female would slowly strip each of the captives, roughly fondling them. Each women would mutter in the own language, of the phsyical state of the male. Each man would judged to be in one of the four humilationing and dreadful "classes" that man would be forced into.
The "Azzurahs" were the most notable. Skinny and often sickly, this men would only have breed with the "common" Amazons before being sent to battle. They would be the first to fight, softening up the enemy before the main "Amazons" would hack against the main body of their enemies. Vulcan remember a spy report, as he witness, several of the Azzurahs being using by the low level amazons.
"the Azzurahs (male) would often be tied by two poles and would be flat on his back, all arrange in several rows in the middle of the camp. The Azzurahs was striped naked, most only wearing sandels on their feets, and blindfold over their eyes. Tthe women, from the lowly female slave to the Queen would march as in parade, barefoot, and would step over the men, trampling them over and over again. if the Azzurah suriviced the males would be forced to suck pussy, as each female, or any class or occupation would sit on the Azzurah face. Many females just still on face until they moan out in pleasure, but some sit down until the Azzurah is no longer breathing...
If the Azzurah manage to survive his face sitting, then he would be mercily fucked, his cock forced up into any woman cunt for sexual intercourse. I was told by a Azzurah who had temparary escaped from his captor, that many desendants of the Amazons were concived this way..."
The roar of his own warriors woke up Vuncan from his deep thinking. He didn't have time for this, he had a war to win. He shouted to his men and woman, some tight formations, other in more looser formation. The Getai march to their destiny.
On the other side of the battlefield. The Queen Alexei (Alex-la) was sitting on the back of a naked male slave, who was carrying around. Her long brown hair was loose in the wind. She was a mature woman, over 40 years, but still considered a great beauty. She was tall, nearly flawless skin. She was clothed in the finest silk. Her body was not the slender, muscular woman she once was, but she still had a well managed voluptuous body. The queen tightened her large thighs over the male, she ordered the female slave around her to pick up the male by his arms and legs. Clothed in thin linen gowns the dusty female pick up the male and took the couple to the front on the Amazonian army.
The Queen stood up and set her bare feet on the back of the out-stretched male. She look at her great army in pride. The Azzurahs, clothed in a loose tunic with throwing javelins and a small shield, all as one bow down. Today, they were most likely die, but last night, each and every one was fuck senseless by the Amazons warrior. At the least, each men would had one night of pleasure, even if it was in laid back, uncomfortable positions.
The Queen greet her warrior with a great roar. The large females, some of them over 6 and half feet tall roar out in response. The tribeswomen and the Amazonian spear rattled their spears against their shields. The Kola clapped their twin swords together. The Amazon hoplite, heavily armored spear woman with thick spears, bronze armor and hophon shield, stood together in tight formation. Behind them, hordes of female archers stood behind them, most of them had weight darts, not arrows. They mean to bruise and stun the male, not kill them.
Like the Getai, the Amazons surge forward ready to meet the Getai in a field on honor.
As the army pass forward, The Amazon lead her slave to her private tent. The male was turn over in the air, so he was facing upwards. He watch helplessly as the female slave pull out his limbs. The mature Queen had not clothing under her dress, and the male had to watch as the Queen settle her naked butt on the male's face. Signaling her female slave, the Queen settle her weight on the male, grinding away, and forcing the male's long nose deep in her anus. Without the need of orders, The male slave tongue slip from his mouth and snake away into the Queen hairy pussy. Softly moaning, the Queen enjoy several small orgasms from the sensations from both her pussy and ass. Giggling softly, and tightening her thighs again, this time over his head, The Queen lift up slightly. The male slave tried his best to get as much air in his lungs as possible. The Queen relax and settle down on his face again, as the female slaves, using the male's arms as poles, carried both the Queen and her male seat to her inner chambers of her large tent.
The male was place in a low table. He was quickly tied up by the female slaves. After he was tied up, the Queen quickly dismiss all the female, but one. The Queen commanded the female slave to hold the male's cock. As She settle on the man's face, the Queen took over her silk dress. She command the female slave to lick and suck the nipples of her large breasts. The female slave was also told to rubbed the male slave as skillfully as she could. The Queen was going to ride it later.
King Vulcan got up from his wounded horse, and slowly took off his chainmail shirt. He was bleeding underneath, but it was a small cut, so there was no real damage. The Princess in charge of the army, the 30 year old, raven hair commander had ordered that her warriors made sure the King of the Getai was to be captured alive.
A bronze clad Amazon, taller than the rest, rudely kick the king on the side of his head. Dropping her spear and shield, the Amazon took off her sandal, and forced her large foot on the king's face. The foot was full with sweat from the long march, and the king's was aghast of how funky the foot smelled. When he tried to cry away, the amazon realized what he was trying to do and slam hard on the king face. The king groan in pain, as he realized that his nose was broken.
The groan of pain reach the ears of a Amazon matron, who came over to see what the hell was happening. She pull the large amazon off the kings, and scold her. The king could not understand the Amazonian language, but silently he hope the tall woman was punished. He was going to tried to stand. HE notice too late the matron was moving back, right on his body. Groaning even loudly, he had to suffer as the big female stood on her stomach. The king was reduced to some platform by the matron, who was still scolding her subordinate.
Prince Matta look back as the surviving Getai army limp back hope. He look at the grim face of the men, and women as they march on foot and horseback. Dacia would be a three day march away, where hopefully the celebrating Amazon would leave the army alone.
An advisor had earlier said how fortunate the Prince was able to save so much men and woman from the ravages of the Amazon. Only two or three thousand men were captured, and they should be able to keep the Amazon busy for months.
Even with these kind word, Matta could hide from the shame of the loss of the battle. He remembered the first crush of battle as the feudal levies and Dacian phalanx smashed into the ranks of the Amazon tribeswomen and the Amazon hoplites. All things consider the two group were even matched, and both group fought with desperate energy. The only advantage that the Getai had were their fantastic cavalry. Horse archers, heavy lancers and hackers of all types would ride over the Amazon infantry.
Prince Matta's thoughts were interrupted by a messager. The massager was a female scout, who no doubt escaped because of her general. She told Prince Matta that she was sorry, but the King was just captured alive. The Prince had want to immediately sent force to tried to rescue him, but his bodyguards was able to hold him back. Gnitas, captain of the Prince guard, told the say Prince that it was most important that the army survive to fight any day than go over to help doom men. With a heavy heart. The Prince agreed.
King Vulcan was still under the Matron as she continued to stand on him. She got off and lead the tall Amazon away. Several other armored female show up soon after that, and stood over him. One of them as is this was the king of the Getai, and other answered "Yes."
One the shortest female snort that they should give the King extra special treatment, such he was lord of Dacia. Giggle lightly, the tallest look around to see if they was any other Amazons around. The other three offer suggestions of what to do with their special guest. One suggest that they should removed their sandals and stand on his body in bare feet. Another suggestions was removing their skirts and sitting on his face. The most gruesome suggestions came from a small slender woman with pointed ears and long hair. She suggested hacking off the king's limbs and making him a living toilet. It the tallest of the woman, a broad, black hair that gave the best idea. As the king, Vulcan had royal sperm, why not take advantage and rape him, in the hope of a royal child.
All four women warrior look at one another. This was high treason that they were completing. If they were caught, all four would expect terrible, and often humiliating punishment. It the tall amazon, who designated herself of the leader, made the decision. All four girls would take turns. It was going to be all or nothing.
For the most part, the men that was captured by the Amazons were not in much different position than their leaders. Most of the lightly wound men were tied up by long ropes. Formed in long lines, the men, and often the women would be leaded back to the main Amazon camp.
It was the Brides of Arra, the Amazonia goddess of warrior, who would have the terrible of "disposing" the remaining men of the battlefield. Many of the heavily wounded had a detestable death, most commonly done by smothering and trampling by various female women, but the Brides were the one the make sure that the men would never wake up.
One of these men, was Delas, a man who never want to fight. At 52 seasons, he was among the oldest members of the village. Nevertheless, his only slightly graying hair, full beard and stocky muscular frame made him seem younger.
The Amazon standing above him was much younger, and had a tall, slender body. She was wearing a strapless (covering the bosom) tunic. Over the lower half of tunic was covered by a red skirt. Delas could tell by the pigtails in her hair that she was a tribeswoman, a female, who like him, was drafted to fight. She had lightly brown hair, and several piercing on her eyebrows and lips. She also had several tattoos and scars are her arms and legs. The young woman began speaking, in her native tongue. She bend down closer to him, and slowly put her hand on his chest. She started to poke and plod him. Delas guessed that the woman checking to see if he as dead or alive
For a while, Delas wander why the woman continue to poke and prod him. "Was she looking for something." he thought. Suddenly it came to him. The woman must had thought he was dead. He was on the ground of course, and he remembered that a woman had earlier spear-butt him. Now if he just stand still enough. He might be able to get away from the killing field and go home to his wife and other children...
The woman left, muttering to herself. Suddenly she turned as both her and Delas heard a low groan. Delas was worried. He didn't remember saying anything. Delas watch as the woman move closer and closer. He tried to move his hands, but they were buried under the various bodies around him. The woman stop just above him.
A sound of a low groan got their attention. It came from just right of him. It was a man, who like Delas, was just knock out. Delas turned to his side as saw the man. He was wearing what was likely wool. A bronze helmet covered his brown hair. He had no beard, but he did have a fuzzy face. He was mostly likely a young man. The man tried to get up, apparently blind to the tribeswoman to the left of him. Just as he was standing, the woman tackled him.
Even through the women was no taller than the man, she quickly overpowered him. Delas could only watch as the tribeswoman straddled the man put her small knives at the man throat. Delas didn't understand what the woman was saying, but it seem that she was giving him commands. Much to his surprise, the male was able to response to her. "He can speak in the tribewoman language. He must had been one of their border boys," Delas thought
Delas saw the tribeswoman' wicked grin, was worried about the man who came from the border between Amazonia and Dacia. The tribeswoman stood up, and stood, with her fur clad foot on man's chest. She quickly took off her skirt, and lift her tunic exposing her hairy pussy. Making sure all of her weight was on him, Delas, and the border man, inserted several fingers in her pussy. She slipped or her furry boots and stood barefoot on the man face. Still standing on the man's face, she turn around, smearing the man's face with dirt and sweat. The loud moan from the tribeswoman was hard to ignore, as the female finger-fuck herself into an orgasm.
"She must had been greatly exited to have a captive audience" Delas thought to himself.
The tribal woman collapse on her captive's body. It was at the time when she notice that a tent had form in the man's tunic. Recovering from her orgasm, the half-naked amazon sat on the man face. After the tribeswoman gave the man beneath her some sort of command. the female pull up the man's tunic, exposing his growing erection. She started to lick the growing cock. Delas would later be glad the wild woman was concentrating on the cock in her mouth and not her surroundings. Without thinking Delas had sat up, just so he could see the "show" better.
"Wham!"
Delas didn't hear the loud footstep until it were too late. He was too slow to react to the large boot that slam into his head. For a minute all he could heard was the ringing in his ear. For a minute, all he could see was blurred images. Only when his eyes full adjusted when he saw here. She had long black hair, and face cast in blood and iron.
She was very tall, and thick muscle on her shoulder arms and legs. She was wearing a chainmail hauberk that covered her chest, neck, body, and the upper parts of her arms and legs. The mask itself hid her facial features, so he had no idea was it a hideous hag, underneath, or a shy young beauty?
Delas sat in fear as he look into the eye through the iron mask. This woman was no doubt, one of the feared Brides of Ares. The mask itself was covered what look like dried blood. Delas look into the green eyes of beneath the mask, but saw no mercy in them. Leading back and shout something harsh in the Amazonian language, Delas could watch helplessly as the woman raised her double-head axe and brought it down.
CHOP!!!
Delas felt intense pain as the axe came down on his legs. It was so bad that his last thoughts he was going to die, before falling into darkness...
Delas woke up sometime later. He had a rather dull pain from his limbs, and his cramps all over. A heavy weight on his body and face took all of his attention . Sitting on his body was the Bride of Ares. Her large, billowy bottom was mere centimeter from his face. The tight brown not of her anus occasionally open up and Delas watch in horror. Delas let out a small groan as he fully realized the ecstatic feeling coming from his lower body. The slurping sound he heard confirm his feelings. The large Amazon was lick and sucking his dick. He felt a little guilty because of his wife and family, but he could downplay the facts when he got home. But way a story to tell the younger back at the local tavern.
Delas felt the woman moving as she stretch out her long, muscular legs and twist them around his neck in a reverse scissor lock. The Bride of Ares was gently squeezing his neck (and head) as she expertly deep throat him. It was such a pleasant experience, a real change from the horrifying experience just a few minutes ago..
Delas heard a grunt from the female on top of him. He felt a rumbling not from his belly but from him , but from her. Realizing that she was going to fart in his face, he turn to the side to avoid it. When he look around, did he realized true horror.
Delas wonder why he could feel most of his limbs. His hands and. There was nothing but body stubs on where his hands were. The stubs was covered in rags and held there with tight ropes. As a old man, he knew that the rope and rags were there to prevent him from bleeding... to death.
The female on top of him tighten her scissors, so her thick legs were behind his head. Using his great leg strength, the Bride of Ares, push his head up to closer to her butt. She sat up and covered Delas' face with her butt. Delas tried to move his head, but the woman was very strong and he was slowly losing air. The big woman grab his ball and lightly pull them. Delas gave a muff yell into the woman's ass.
Just when he was about to pass out, the woman go up. For the first time, Delas was able to see the full body of the woman who chop off his hands. She was naked, sweat glisten over her muscular body. She was big, much fatter than the young tribeswoman he saw earlier. Despite her muscle on her arms, legs and shoulders, she had the big, heavy breast and belly of a mature female. As the woman got up and sat on his now erect dick, Delas notice that the woman still had her iron mask on. Starting slowly at first. Delas watch as the big female shagging him, pumping herself up and down. She lead forward, humping wilding. Delas could feel the cold metal on the side and his head as the Bride fuck him harder and harder.
"Ah! Urrh, Urrh Urrrrhh!"
Her head was beside his and she cry out in her first orgasm. When she recovered, she sat straight up. She lead back, and squeeze and pull his cock. She held up one of her fingers in a "no=no" gesture. She got up on his cock and start pumping at him over at over.
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