Homians - Hardie's story

[EXAMPLE OF HOMAIN BODY](https://preview.redd.it/dvapa24tfrm51.jpg?width=640&crop=smart&auto=webp&s=b2c492d6dbccaf85904be14f29d25daa56346840)

The girls climbed silently down the ropes they'd dropped from the cliff

top. They wore the minimum of accoutrements; short, belted skirts, soft

leather boots and personal weapons. 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

neighbouring 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 metres 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 Homians 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 signalled 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

despatched 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 mens' 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 mens' 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, signalling 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 which reached just a short way down her smooth, tanned

thighs.



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 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, winding him.

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 his exposed balls.



Thoran's body convulsed as he screamed his agony and he rolled over,

clutching 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 tomentress, 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 realise 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

manoeuvre.



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 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." 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 man'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 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 young Amazon girl 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 his barrel like chest, and raised

her arms in victory.