Death, Death, Death and shame to our foes!

[smother sitter]

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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[SexualChoc]

I have nothing positive to say...

[smother sitter]

Hmmm, well here's some more parts anyway.

Behind her, just out of Delas' line of sight, the same tribeswoman that Delas saw before was also sitting on a man's cock. It the same youth as Delas saw earlier. The tribeswoman, who was call Far-fan was facing her new captive as she slowly ground into him. Still fucking him hard but slow, Far-fan look back at the Bride of Ares. Leaning to her left, Far-Fan allow the captive male she was riding a view of Delas' grist circumstances. Earlier the two had been force to watch as the Bride of Ares, had chopped off Delas' hand and feet, and then tied ropes and rags to the stubby limb to keep them from bleeding. Somehow, the masked woman was able to cause the man's cock to become hard.

Far-ran thought he had seen enough, and sat fully on the young man cock, blocking out his view of Delas and the other amazon. The young woman was enjoy her first real fuck, (and her second making.) Nearly a year ago, when she just turn 18 seasons, Far-fan walk to the tribal center, which was a temple, of her village. She had been in the near the building many times, but was forbidden to go in. She remembered as she practical ran to the temple doors, and finally saw that the lightly armed female guards let her inside. She had saw several low platform of stone. Near the platform, there were long chains. She remember the first "Stud" she saw, and priestesses, dress in long robes, hold the male and lay him down. She remember grinning as the "Stud" was lay back and forced in chains.

Now "Studs" are not considered the same thing as Studs are today. No, "Stud" was perhaps the lowest class of male in Amazonian society. They were even lower that the "Tract" The labor slaves of the Amazons. No, they were the properties of the various temples and shrines of the Amazons. Unlike the other classes of males, the "Studs" were always foreign captives.

After any battle or raid, when captives were taken back to the camp and into the settlement of the Amazon, the Priestess would go out and pick the most submissive youths and men. They would mostly pick un-beard youths, young men, over 18 years of so, who had little or preferable, no sexual experience at all. This made them very trainable, as sex slaves.

Far-fan, had seen the young black-haired man lay down beneath her as she waited. The younger Priestess start to rubbed at the young man's cock. The older Priestess, a fat old woman with a mean streak, press her large and heavy breasts against the man's face. The young man was well trained by this time in the temple, so he didn't resist either the younger priestess rubbing or the older priestess breast smother. Far-fan remember how the priestess lead her to the man's erect member. She remember how the Priestess guided her, giving her advice on how to get rid of her virginity. It was painful at first, but she got great pleasure after she lost her cherry. She was sad that she had to leave after only an hour.

A great feeling in her loins sent Far-Fan into the present. After riding her new captive's cock. She was well on her way in her second orgasm. She lay down on her captive, exposing her near-naked body to the sun.

Delas was feeling more lighted headed every minute the large female fucked him. He could feel all on his blood flowing south. He was feeling such intense feeling in his cock, that several times he almost pass out. Three time, he almost came, but each time the Bride of Ares would squeeze and pull his balls, ruining his orgasm. The woman on top, meanwhile, had have several deep orgasms. Under her iron mask, the female's face in ecstasy.

Delas tried to struggle with his stubby body, causing the Bride of Ares some more good enjoyment. She got up, turn about, and insert Delas' cock into her. Squatting above him, She gave him a good view of the large ass that was now swallowing his cock, over and over. The Bride watched as the Far-fan was deep fucking her captive again, in the thrones of her four orgasm. Finally satisfied, Tired Far-Fan crawl away from her victim. She signaled to their other Amazon companions, who were also enjoying themselves. One of the larger Amazons was carrying a female prisoner over her shoulder. So it was the other Amazon, a Kola, who was a shorter blonde haired woman who help Far-fan with her young prisoner. She put her twin swords back into her scabbards, and had to carry the man, fireman style. After that, Far-Fan recovered from her sexual experience and got up. She told the Bride of Ares that she meet her back into the camp.

The Bride of Ares continue to fuck him harder and harder, slamming her ass into the helpless body. Of course, Delas was become less and less aware of this. His was slowing loosing blood from his bloody stumps. It was becoming more and more difficult just to stay awake. He felt his body was no longer concrete. Suddenly, something unexpected happen. The feeling his lower body become intense. He instantly became more aware of the attention his cock was get. "More, just a little more, " he thought to himself. Then he brace for the pain that he was sure was coming.

Rather then stoping him, The Bride of Ares had decided to let the old man cum. Delas felt an almost unbearable stirring in his cock. The pleasure was so intense that he nearly black out. He was finally able to cum!

In the Aftermath, Delas felt too weak to move in the slightly. He was breathing hard. He was not able to do anything as the female on top of him turn around again. She had taken off her mask, and for the first time, Delas was able to see her face. She was neither a beauty, nor a hag, but a mature, but plain-looking woman with a rather long nose. Sweat was dripping all over her body, and Delas become aware of the feminine smells coming from her. Giggling to herself. The Bride tore off a rag from her underclothing and force it into Delas' mouth. He could taste the nasty sweat from her body odor. Again the woman turn around, settling her large ass into Delas chest.

The rag made it hard for Delas to breathe, but her weight in his chest made it very difficult. She moved back, force his nose into her anus. Delas could fell the faint vibrations and the woman grinded her butt up and over his face. She then sat heavily blocking his air. Delas was too weak to move, and almost lost the will to live. His eyes was covered by the heavy buttocks, so one his sense of smell and hearing was intact. He had almost passed away before the woman sat up, allowing air, but not fresh air into his lungs. the air gave him a little energy, and he tried to move his head. This action was quickly punish as the female, using her legs and feet force his face upward to her smell ass. This time she sat on him much longer causing Delas to pass out...

PPHhhaAARRTTT!!!

Delas wake up his a start as the nastiest smell enter his nostril. He tried to move away for the source, a soft but heavy force on top of him prevented that. It was after that when he realized the source of the smell came from above!

The Bride of Ares sat back, forcing Delas' nose deep until her anus. Her fart mingle in her ass, and had nowhere to go but up the helpless man nose. He was still too weak to move so he had no choice but to take it. Suddenly he felt a grunt form the woman from above.

PPPHHHIIISSSTT!

Delas tried to move the rag form his mouth as he tried not hard to breathe, but he needed air so badly. The smell was even nasty then before, smelling of shit, sweat, and ass.

Giggling to herself, the Brides unleashed a nasty barrage of farts, farts that went up straight Delas nose. He tried to wiggle helplessly.

SSSHHHHAAATT!!!

Another nasty fart enter in nostrils, but the smell was nowhere near as bad as before. The farting continued, but each fart was less smeller and smeller, it was then Delas realized that he was losing his sense of smell. Soon, he hope, he lose all of his senses...

The large woman sat fully on her victim. After clear out her system of gas, she relaxed having no concern for the man beneath her naked butt. He was too old to be a useful slave away. After she sat for a while she got up, and turn around. As she put on her armor and weapons, she look down at Delas' lifeless eyes. She bent down to give the man one last kiss, but was repel but her own stank that was still on his face. Wrinkling her nose, she walk away in disgust.
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King Vulcan found himself coughing and spitting badly, totally ruining the mirage that he was trying to maintained his dignity. For the last hour, he was smothered by breasts and naked butts, kicked and slap in various places, and force to lick both dirty armpits and stinking feet. While all that was happening, he was forced to become erect and released his seed into an unshaved pussy. Multiple times!

The four women warriors that had captured the king had have the time of their lives. Only the oldest and tallest of the four,, who is named Belma, had ever a private slave, and that was for a little while. The others, Ooki, Sleeve, and Nika, only had access to male for certain days of the year. While the wealthy members of Amazonian society, the Agama, have personal slaves, the more humble amazons had to make do with the Azzurahs, (on holidays) and the Getso (laborers) by lottery.

Belma, of course was standing on the King's face, making sure that the king's nose was between both her sweaty and dirty feet. She was also the lookout, make sure that none of the female warriors around them, knew it was the king of the Getai that the four of them were tormenting. Ooki, a short blonde was the first to ride the king's cock. She rode him hard, since this was only the third time she had sex...with a man. She sat just behind his head, using her long legs to pin the king's arm spread out to the side.

Sleeve, a thin woman, with small breasts was now riding's the king's cock. She had pervious went to a priestess, hoping to find a cure for her "barrenness." The priestess got a male slave(a stud) lay him down and told Sleeve to sit on the "Stud" face. After saying a prayer to Urnura, the Amazonian Goddess of Fertility, the priestess, gave a Stud, a moving hand job. She collect the sperm and told Sleeve to drink it while sitting of the Stud's face and fully as she could. The sperm was not pleasant to her, (unlike some of her other compatriots) and she almost gags. She gagged it down away. The lucky slave was able to breathe somewhat, since Sleeve was so thin. The priestess told her that the her condition was not gone, and the next time she bed with a man, a female child will be born. Sleeve hope it was true.

Nika, was not waiting for Sleeve to finish, the raven haired, plain face woman was the one who had the least experience with male-female sex. She considered herself a Lesbos , (I think you know what that means), but only want a child. Nika hope that that day would happen soon. Of course, Nika would have never would had agree to held down the king if she knew what lied ahead...
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Princess Celina, the third princess of Queen Alexia, was riding one of the few horses, that the in Amazonian Army. While the homeland of the Amazonian had a good deal of grazing land, the Amazons prefer to use their horse for riding, not for battle. Earlier, she had lead the charge with the Amazon riders, the female Sarmatin mercenaries, and other horse riders of the Eurasian Steppes, into the ranks Dacian cavalry. It was not something that the Getai expected. Indeed, with her Princess Celina's guidance, it was that attack that won that battle.

The Dacian cavalry was surprised by the appearance of the so many horsewomen. The ferocity of the Sarmatin females and Amazonian cavalry was almost too strong to resist. Face with this new threat, many of the Getai horse riders fled the battle, leaving the infantry to deal with them. With the naked horse women bearing down on them, many of the Getai infantry retreated, as well. Of course, the unusually large amount of prisoners and future slaves was all due to the cavalry .

So imagine Princess Celina's surprise when the King of the Getai was not counted as one of the prisoners. She had spot him falling from his horse, but she, herself, gave the order that the King was to be captured Alive. No one would be stupid enough to disobey a direct command from a Princess... would they?

She asked many of the riders, some of them carrying trussed up men from the battle, whether they had seen the King being killed. The king's whereabouts were a mysterious to them. Celina decide to go back to the battlefield.

Belma got off the king's face as she spot a small number of men. They were being guarded/lead away by a troop of tribeswomen. There was no doubt it the tribeswomen was part of a portal. The men's hands were tied behind their backs. Some of the men was leading against one another.. They were not just groaning in pain from the forced march, They were hurt by their wounds. Most, of the men, was bandaged by their female wardens, but had no time to heal. It was mostly like that some of the men won't make it to the Amazon's main camp.

Belma troted back to her small group. If the portals were around than it was most likely that a tally of the prisoners would be made. No doubt, the king would be missed. Silently she hoped that no one so the King fall... Belma, nearly fell to the ground as she was nearly run over by several horses. She raised her hands and demand satisfaction from the naked horsewomen that nearly ran her down. One of the rider turn around, motioning the others to do the same. Belma was about to yell harshly to the same horsewomen, until a closer inspection left her speechless. The naked rider was no other than Princess Celina. She was the very woman that she was supposed to watch for.

By the time Belma came back within sights of the others, the King of the Getai was exhausted. In private, King Vulcan had been a humble person, having only one wife, while many kings had a harem. When he was younger he was considered to have great stamina. Through, he was married to Strala eventually, the young kings had indulged in many romances. He remembered the night of when two big Amazonian prisoners were brought to the palace... What a night.

This was entire different. He had pleasure Four Amazons, a different task during his youth, but now as a old man, he was lucky that his heart didn't burst from the wild time he been having. One by One, the Amazon took off their skirts, forcing their naked pussy and ass, and demanding that he lick, and slurp to either opening, or both. He been fuck more time than he could count. He had a least four of five deep loads into the Amazons, his sensitive and beaten member would be suck, lick, covered with breast, ass and pussy, before it was put back in the "grinder" that was the Amazon pussy. He would had been glad to know that a good deal of the male prisoner in the Amazon's camp, would have similar experiences.

Belma had got back to where the foursome was. Some distance away from them, She wave her hands, signaling the girls to come to her. Ooki, who were resting her big feet on the king's face saw her. She asked the others, if they want to go see what was up with Belma. The two other Amazons did not left the king, just yet, so Ooki, was the only one who went to Belma. Ooki had just put on her skirt and fur boots, just as the thunder of hooves entered her ear. Midway to where Belma, Ooki was nearly ran over ran over by some horses. The other two did not notice the horse woman as she wander by near them.

Princess Celina look down at the two women, one, the Raven-hair Nika, who was sitting on the King's face. Brunette Sleeve was still fucking the king, moaning load as she was felling the full effect of her second orgasm. As she fell off, the two of them look up at the Princess like naughty children. The Princess demanded that to know what the prisoner was still on the ground a not on the line. The two look at each other as they slowly stood up. Sleeve, plop herself up, as she was still reeling from the hare orgasm she had. Nika, of course, realizing that that might be in big trouble made sure to cover the King's face. Her sweaty toes and heels were blocked the Princess' sight.

As the Princess was "disputing" Amazon prisoner protocol, Belma was facing a moral dilemma. As an officer, she was the one who was ultimately responsible for the "girls" under her command. What the four did, however, was equal to high treason. If they were lucky, being impaled on a blunted round log, would be a light punishment. Belma, and, Ooki were far away enough not be in the wrath, of Princess Celina, if she found out where King Vulcan was all this time. So the choice she had was, should she interfere?...

Inside... the Amazon camps

Under the scribes' tent, Pontus drip his feather tip, into the ink bottle, as he wrote down the name of yet another Getai prisoner. A long line of mostly men, and some women, stood, stated their names, and were sent out by beefy female guards. The line was massive, as thousands of Getai was lead to the "Correl." The "Corrals" was a simple a field surround by Parasite of sharpen logs. Here all the Getai would be held until the "processed" into the ranks of slaves, and free amazons.

After the Corral" gathering, Priestess, members of the Agama, and tribal leaders would pick and choose which Getai went where. Thin, wiry men would join the Azzurahs, Submissive men would join the studs. The average male, would be part of the Getai, a labor class of slaves, who work on many public projects, such as temples, streets, Palaces of the ruling elite. Most would become field hands of some sort, which was not much different from the previous lives as peasants. The lucky few might join Pontus' class, The Ammorina.

Pontus had just half through the tally of the Getai prisoners, as the tall, wide, and mature woman, came into the tent. Grinning widely, the woman took the scroll from Pontus hands, gave the same scroll to a female scribe. She roughly grasp Pontus's arms and lead the him down the path to her private jet.

Lady Priva, or Big Mama Priva, as she was called by her slaves grin wickedly at Pontus. Her light green dress, was made from dyed silk, and was bedeck with jewels, silver and gold. More of an politician, than a warrior. Lady Priva had own her position of Grand Mistress of camp, not to her fight prowess, or command skill, but her oral skills. She had many Lesbos lovers in Azula, the capital of Amazonia. While her level of oral skill was high in demand among the ruling elite, She hated licking and slurp women's perfumed pussies, just to have and maintain her current position. Being forced to lick and rimmed assholes of various high powered ladies, was the ultimate humiliation, in Lady Priva book. Her slaves back at home in would often hear the woman complained bitterly about having to choke down globs of female juices of various female nobles.

To blow off steam, Lady Priva would take young male and mount them, riding their face with her butt and pussy before fucking their cock. She especially enjoyed long ride, and would contiune to buck and fuck on her captive cock, until they could not stand and unload in her pussy. This process led to many wonderful daughters, (and a few sons.) Best yet, if the male was not up to her standard, she could legally smother them her her giant butt for a long as she wanted.

Normally, she would use either Getai or the Azzurahs for her enjoyment, but would definite take advantage of a Ammorina whenever she would. The mixed upbring between Amazons and other former free men would menat that their was no breaking needed. The Ammorina would do whatever she wanted with no fuss.

Pontus follow the big, voluptuous, women into her private tent, where there was already several men, laid out and apparently tired. Priva's twins Valka, and Merva was now on another slave. The brunettes was naked, their young, muscular bodies were covered in sweat. They would alternative hump the helpless male below them. One was on his face, occasionally smothering him, while using his nose as a dildo. The other, facing his feet, impaled herself on the slave's long cock and bounce up and down the shaft. The twins was screaming loud obesities and praise to the various Amazonian goddesses. Both Valka and Merva was just 19 seasons old, and both was enjoying the full benefit of adult amazons.

The male currently under the two woman was between heaven and Hell, and between life and death. The two women and already switch twice. His long nose was buried deep in Valka' unwashed butt hole. He had to smell the nasty shit scent of both girl for the pass hour and a half. His tongue darted in and out, tasting the sweet liquids of dirty and sweaty, pussy. On the other end. His cock was rubbed raw, as the woman, slammed themselves on his balls. They squeezed his cock with their muscular pussies, making the slave feel like his cock was in a velvet vice. They rode them hard, not even pausing as they switch sides from cockhead to face. A special drug, made from rare plants had been given to all of the male slave, making sure that the slave's cock, would stay hard, no matter what.

Priva smiled as she explained to Pontus that the twins had ridden, and smothered nearly all the male slaves to unworkable goo, and wondered he was available. The Ammoria, nearly had all the rights and abilities of a female citizen of Amazonia, but up to four times of month, Pontus and others of his class had to obey the whims of a single female for a day. Pontus had heard tale of Amazons who would had "married" an Ammoria would sometime force their "husbands" to service a female slave, such as licking her feet or cleaning her bum, but Pontus didn't had to worry about that...Yet.

He was not married, and he had only did two other women that month before today. He could lie, but an important woman like Priva was too likely to found out his deceit, and would no doubt love to punished him in some horrible way. Being a smart man, he bow to his new mistress, and stated that he would be glad to pleasure, Priva and her two daughters as much as possible.

Pontus watch as Valka, would was sitting on the young male head, sat down fully, resting after an explosive orgasm. He watched as the young man tried to turn his head, but he was stuck fully under the female butt. The woman's bare feet adn strong calfs completed his prison. The constant fucking and pain of his badly mauled cock, had tired him out. Merva was still bouncing hard the man's cock, franticly trying to get to an orgasm.

Pontus look down, and notice that all of these events had produced a tent in his pants. Pontus wondered if it was his upbringing or naturally make up that made him aroused at a site of a female taking charge. Priva smiled at him and fondle Pontus erection through his tunic. She told him to lay down to a table. She fondling Pontus, aroused member, she quickly pull it up exposing the naked erection. She gave Pontus specific direction, not to even move, let alone cum. Pontus would try his best, as Priva lift up her dress revealing her hairy pussy. After all, Underwear had not been invented yet! She turn around and slowly settle herself on Pontus face. Pontus felt the heavy weight of the big woman, but nevertheless tried to stretch out his tongue and push it into his mistress' pussy. Meanwhile Priva lean forward, grasped the man's bare balls and slowly licking and sucking the man's cock. While some Amazons enjoyed sucking pussy more, Priva could not resist the smell and taste of a good cock, particularly one from a submissive male. As she was bobbing her head up and down, loud, desperate groan from her left attracted her attention. The male slave was still buried under the two girls.

Valka's butt still sat firmly on the male head. Merva had just her fourth orgasm and was just sitting there. However the slave's long cock was still in her, kept hard by her well skilled pussy skills.

Merva look back behind her and look down at her sister's pussy that was still on the slave mouth. She asked if she was going to get up. Surely the slave need air. Valka had a rather wicked grin as she gave her answer to her sister. They was now many new possible slaves, and this one would no doubt give them a child already, so why did they need him alive. Merva nearly sat up in delight. The two had a fantasy of using either one of the Getai or Azzurahs to achieve the ultimate Amazon ritual, The Smother of Life's End.

The Smother of Life End was only done by the most powerful Priestess, and only during a special ceremony that was held once a year. Held in the largest temple in the capital, Amazons from around the Queendom would make a pilgrimage to event the show the supremacy of Femdom. An audience would be seat in an amphitheatre, all look down from their stone benches to the show below. Wearing loose, flowing gowns, some of the most shameless one were already getting excited, rubbing and fingering their pussy. During that day where Merva and Valka had their first witness to such an event, the show was late, and the temple nearly because a place of a large riot. Luckily, the two Priestess finally showed up with their captive, a young, handsome man, chained and submissive.

Usually one of the most virile "Stud" would be strapped down to a low table. After about nine straps, on his forehead, across his chest , over his belly, etc, he would be totally immobile. The two Priestess, a slender young one, and a fatter old matron, would stand on either side of the bound male. They started the ceremony, stripping off their robes, and removing their sandals. They began teasing the man mercilessly, make him lick their breasts, kiss and fondle his face, and stroke his cock with their hand or bare feet until he came the first time. The older Priestess then placed the soft cock between her large and heavy breasts, and squeezed the member. She push and prod it around with her large breasts for a while, in full view of the crowd around her. The Stud's manhood soon became stiff, and sooner than later, the Stud came again spilling his seed all over the Milf priestess 's big breasts.

The two drain out his man-milk for a while. Three, four, five time, the priestess used their body parts to drained his com. The young Priestess sat on the man's face, only getting up, to prevent the man to pass out. The Milf use her large feet up and down the bound male's cock Milking him or much of the morning and now. till early afternoon, The two skilled female had bring the "Stud" to the edge another mind-blowing orgasm, and then, they stop. The priestess on his face sat up and left, and began to walk up the stairs of the Amphitheater. The other priestess remove her feet from the man's cock, and did the same. It was the signal to let the audience in the ceremony.

That the end for now...