4 comments/ 51684 views/ 66 favorites Single Combat By: Narg Queen Hippolyta had some difficulty focusing on the matter at hand. Her generals debated what formation to use to repel the invading westerners, but Hippolyta had never been very apt at strategy, truth be told. The queen was named after her ancestor Hippolyta the Liberator, the founder of Amazonia. The legends said that Hippolyta the Liberator fought with a sword the size of a house and could move faster than eyes could follow. Tales of ancient heroes were always so inflated. Hippolyta didn't know why. The Amazons were strong enough already. All the nations north of the great southern Jungle lived in fear of Amazon raiding parties. Whenever Hippolyta led a party into the northern countryside most the pitiful villagers tried to flee. The few men who were foolish enough to try to fight were cut down with ease. The amazons would make off with all the village's gold, valuables, and food. Sometimes, they would bring a few young men back in chains for breeding or for execution in the Arena of the Liberator. None in the world could stand before the Amazons. Six months ago, a massive horde of men crossed the western mountains. They crushed each of the northern nations in turn, leaving nothing in their wake but ruin and corpses. Now, they had turned their attention south, toward the jungles of Amazonia. But the Amazons would not be such easy prey. The scouts reported that the western horde numbered more than a hundred thousand men. The Amazons could only muster about ten thousand warriors, but Hippolyta was not worried by the enemy's numbers. She may not have been a great strategist, but she was an accomplished warrior and she knew her women well. At twenty eight years of age, she had already slain over a hundred and fifty men, both in battle and in single combat in the Arena. She would pit any Amazon against ten men any day. Yarei, commander of the scouts pushed her way into the command tent, falling to one knee before Hippolyta and her assembled officers. "Report," commanded Hippolyta. Yarei was a warrior of great skill and the fastest runner in Amazonia. At the age of twenty she had already risen to the position of Scout Commander. She was also one of Hippolyta's closest friends. "My queen," began Yarei, "the king of the westerners rode out before his host as one of our scouting patrols passed. He politely asked for an audience with the Queen of the Amazons." "You are going to refuse, I hope, my Queen," said one of Hippolyta's generals. "This is obviously a trap." "Perhaps," said Hippolyta. "But there is nowhere to hide an ambush on the plain, and I could easily outrun any attack. This is a good opportunity. Tell the western king I will meet with him tomorrow morning in the center of the plain. He is to bring no more than ten soldiers with him, and I will do the same." She turned to her generals. "Perhaps I can convince him not to attack. If not, I will simply slay him. There is no man alive who can best the amazons in combat. Then we can fall upon his leaderless host and crush them." "As you command, my queen," said Yarei, rising to her feet. She turned to leave. "Oh, and Yarei. You are to attend me tonight when your duties are complete." "Yes my queen." Hippolyta caught a glimpse of a smile as Yarei exited the tent. "That will be all for today," Hippolyta said to her generals. "You are dismissed." With her official duties out of the way, Hippolyta decided to bathe for a while. After that, she would return to her tent to enjoy Yarei's beautiful body and agile tongue before sleep. She couldn't wait. Hippolyta woke at dawn the next morning, Yarei's fingers gently caressing her clit. Hippolyta moaned softly, but gently pushed Yarei away. "If only we had time," she whispered. She rolled out of bed. "Get up, Yarei. You're coming with me. Yarei pushed herself up and gave Hippolyta a quick kiss before wandering over to collect her clothes, which had been strewn about the tent last night. Hippolyta quickly dressed. It didn't take long, for Amazon warriors wear very little. She wore a tight bikini made of chainmail that kept her massive bosom near to her chest. Hippolyta's breasts were the biggest in all Amazonia, as was expected of the direct descendant of Hippolyta the Liberator. The titanic tits of the Liberator always bred true, generation after generation. The chainmail was not meant for protection, it denoted her status as queen. Every other Amazon warrior wore a leather or leopard skin bikini instead. Steel was very rare in the southern jungles. Most warriors wielded spears with steel tips, but only the officers were aloud steel blades. Hippolyta strapped her own long, thin steel blade to her back and strode from the tent. Yarei was not far behind her. Her other eight warriors were already prepared. Hippolyta led them at a run out of the jungle and onto the plain. The journey would have taken any lesser runners half a day, but Hippolyta and her party were Amazons. It took them less than an hour to reach the meeting place. The western king and his men were already there. The westerners wore steel helmets and chainmail from head to foot, with heavy broadswords at their belts. Good. Their heavy weapons and armor would make them slow. One stepped forward. He was tall and heavily built, with a short cropped brown beard. He looked about thirty. "I am Jarl Edric Fredulfson, lord of the Steel Horde and father of thirty seven sons. I have tales of your beauty and strength." He bowed. "I am Hippolyta, Queen of Amazonia and the southern jungles, descendant of the Liberator." She returned his bow. "You have asked for an audience with me. What is your purpose?" "I seek to avoid needless bloodshed." "In that case, you should turn your army around and go back where you came from." "I'm afraid I cannot do that. You see, when I left my home with my army, I cast my oathstone, swearing to leave no enemy standing in the lands east of the mountains or die in the attempt. If I break my oathstone oath, neither I nor my sons will be permitted into Valhalla. I have heard such interesting stories concerning your people ever since my host crossed the mountains. Is it true that there are no men in Amazonia?" He was clearly trying to change the subject. Hippolyta decided to answer his question. "There are men. We need them for breeding, so we keep them in chains. They often die of disease or malnutrition so we need to raid in order to secure more every so often. If you are not willing to leave then surely you do not expect us to surrender without a fight?" "No. I propose single combat." "Single combat? You would put the success or failure of your whole army on the shoulders of one of your men?" "Not on one of my men, no. I will face your strongest warrior myself." Hippolyta had to admire his courage, if not his sense. Single combat with an Amazon? No man in the world could hope to win. "As it happens, I am my people's finest warrior," she said. "Where should we hold this duel?" "I have heard that Amazonia has a stadium large enough to seat twenty thousand people. I can think of no better venue." "I will not permit you to march your army to Amazonia." "My whole army couldn't fit in the stadium anyway. I will take ten thousand men with me. The other ninety thousand will remain here. If you are not afraid to face one hundred thousand men in battle then surely you have no fear of a paltry ten thousand. If I lose the duel, you may kill them or enslave them as you please. The other ninety thousand will return home." Hippolyta paused. This proposal could be a ploy to enter Amazonia, but if there was a trap, she could not see it. The enemy would be much less dangerous once split up. If the Jarl's ten thousand tried interfering in the duel they would be crushed by Hippolyta's army. They did have the advantage in steel weapons and armor.... "Your ten thousand will surrender their arms and armor before they enter the stadium." She said. "Done. Provided your ten thousand does the same," He replied. "And to be sure that you do not bring additional reinforcements the entrances to the stadium are to be sealed until the end of the duel." This arrangement was just about ideal. Hippolyta couldn't believe her luck. She would turn back the enemy army, capture ten thousand slaves, secure all the steel from their armor and weapons, and put a man in his place while doing so, all without losing a single woman. Perfect. "I agree to your terms." "We have not yet agreed upon what happens if I win the duel." "Name your terms. It matters not, you won't win." "My men will make slaves of every woman in Amazonia. I will make you my slave. If you're obedient, I'll allow you to bear my children, if not, I'll force you to lick my seed off of more worthy slaves. My men will erect a monument to commemorate our conquest over you. Then we will take our spoils, including you and all your amazons, back to our home across the mountains." The Jarl's voice was dead serious, as if the statement was a promise, instead of an impossible fantasy. He could never win. Hippolyta smirked. "I agree to your terms." "Very well. I will return to my army and prepare to march. We will meet your army at the tree line at nightfall." The Jarl turned and strode away, his men at his heels. Once he was out of earshot, Yarei burst into laughter. "Did...Did he just VOLUNTEER for ritual execution? HA! And he's taking ten thousand men into the bear trap with him." "Perhaps. I want your scouts to keep a close eye on the Jarl's forces during this march. Also, leave a few girls to watch the remainder of his army. If they move, I want to know about it." -------------------------------------------------- The march back to Amazonia was uneventful. The Jarl arrived with his ten thousand at nightfall, as promised, and from there both armies began the march to the Amazon capital. The Jarl's forces didn't attack in the night. They didn't try to escape through the jungle. The scouts reported that the other ninety thousand men that the Jarl had left behind were staying put. On the third day, they had reached the gates of Amazonia. "That's an interesting statue," remarked the Jarl as he passed through the gate. The statue he referred to was the twelve foot high statue of Hippolyta the Liberator that stood guard over the city's entrance. She stood naked and victorious over the fallen body of a male oppressor. "That's Hippolyta the Liberator," Hippolyta responded. "According to legend she founded this country after killing 500 men single handedly. She spared only one, who she castrated and forced to lick her cunt every day until he died." "How frightening. My people have heroes as well, but none that killed any women, I'm afraid." They reached the stadium after a few minutes. The stadium was the second largest building in Amazonia, behind only the Pyramid of the Goddess. The floor of the Arena was a circle of sand one hundred feet across. Expanding outward and upward from the floor were the stands, enough to seat twenty thousand spectators. The Arena had been used for ritual execution since the time of Elena the Blessed. Countless men had died, bleeding into its sands for the glory of the Goddess and the amusement of the Amazons. Each man was given a spear and pitted against an Amazon warrior. In the history of Amazonia, not once had any man survived. Hippolyta had killed more than a few herself. Both armies filed into the arena's only gate. The amazons each tossed their spears into a pile as they filed in, while the men of the Jarl's army doffed their armor and lay down their swords. Once inside the stadium, the men sat in the stands to the right of the gate, while the Amazons took the left, neatly dividing the stadium in two. Once every soldier had passed through the gate, Hippolyta shouted for male slaves to pile rubble in front of the gate, as per her agreement with the Jarl. The men thought that sealing the gate would keep them safe from any reinforcements from the city. Fools. It would only prevent them from escaping after their leader was dead. "This stadium is most impressive," commented the Jarl. "Built by male slaves, I presume." "You are far from the first man to fight in this arena Jarl Edric." She had a thought. "Come to think of it, there is a traditional garb that men who fight here wear. Would you like to wear it?" "I suppose I should follow your traditions. This is after all, your city. For now." He smiled. "Yarei, take him to the preparation room and give him the ceremonial loincloth." "Yes my queen. This way please." Yarei smirked as she led the Jarl away. A few minutes later he emerged, wearing only a tattered white loincloth. Despite his inelegant state of dress his muscular form was impressive. He stepped into the arena confidently. Yarei emerged a second later, taking her place in the stands among her subordinates. Hippolyta shot her a smile, but Yarei didn't return it. She looked shaken. What could have happened? Jarl Edric walked across the stands and stood in front of Hippolyta, still completely calm. She tossed him a spear. "Here is your weapon." Silence fell in the Arena. The Arena had excellent acoustics, anything said or done on the arena floor could be heard anywhere in the stands. "Thank you," He threw the spear away. "But I don't need that. Men are meant to fight women with only one weapon, and we carry it with us always." Hippolyta had to laugh. "This is too much. You come here with a tenth of your army. You willingly leave your steel at the door. You dress yourself for execution and to top it off, you even refuse to wield a weapon. I have killed many men, Jarl Edric, but none have ever come as willingly to their deaths as you have." Laughter spread throughout the Amazons in the crowd. Strangely, the Jarl seemed completely unconcerned. He must simply be insane. Surely his men now realized that their commander had lost his mind and lead them all into a deathtrap. She glanced at the men in the stands. They didn't seem afraid. They were laughing, joking with one another. Some were pointing out Amazons in the crowd and making crude jokes. "I'm afraid you made one mistake, oh queen," Edric said with a mocking bow. "You said that I was not the first man to fight in this arena. You were wrong." "Enough talk!" Hippolyta drew her sword. It whistled as she swung it in an elegant arc, gleaming in the sun. She snapped it up into guard position. "If you won't defend yourself, then die!" She lunged. The Jarl was slightly faster than expected. He managed to barely avoid her attack by diving to the left, but his dive would leave him on the ground, easy prey. She spun to finish him off... But he wasn't on the ground. He was standing, with his back to her, holding something aloft before the male spectators. Something that glittered in the sun. It was Hippolyta's chain top. She gasped, suppressing the urge to cover her now unclothed breasts. How? How could he have done it? He had only just barely avoided being cut in half by her attack. The men cheered. His back was turned. Hippolyta launched into a swing aimed at the back of his neck. Her swing missed by less than an inch. She moved into a thrust, again just barely missing. Hippolyta launched attack after attack, but he somehow avoided each one. She felt like she was trying to cut smoke. She brought her sword down in one final downward slash aimed at the crown of his head, and he vanished. The instant before her blade would have connected he was just... gone. She turned to find him brandishing her bikini bottom. Hippolyta felt her hands shake as she gripped the hilt of her blade. No human could possibly be that fast, let alone a man. This was impossible. Impossible. He let her bikini bottom fall to the sand and addressed her. "You must be embarrassed to be naked in front of so many people. Tell you what, I'll get naked too. That way, maybe you won't be the only one." He tore off the loincloth and cast it aside. Hippolyta nearly dropped her sword. His cock dangled nearly down to his knee. It must have been a foot and a half long, at least, and as thick as her wrist! No man Hippolyta had ever seen was even half so big, and very, very few were even one third as large. His balls were equally impressive, each the size of her fist. "Perhaps now you understand what I meant. There are no real men on this side of the mountains. I know this, because my army and I crushed every country and captured all their women, all without losing a single man. Men on this side of the mountains are so weak that they live in fear of amazons. Of women. Imagine! Men, afraid of women! They are no better than mice. But the real men are here now, and it's time to learn your place. You will get on your knees and suck on this or I will beat you with it until you do." The female side of the stadium had gone deathly quiet. The men were beginning to jeer. Hippolyta steadied her hands and raised her sword. "You think just because you have a big dick, I will bow down and worship you?" She watched him, wearily. "I'll kill you yet." Hippolyta focused. There was simply no way a man could move faster than the eye could see. If she paid attention, she was certain she could catch him. She was wrong. Suddenly, he was behind her, reaching around to squeeze her left breast. "You know, he mused, "I don't think I've ever had a woman with tits this big, and I've had a lot of women." She spun, stabbing at the air. He was behind her again, this time fondling her ass. "Your civilization is very interesting. It makes sense actually." She slashed at his head. He was crouching low, pinching her clit. She yelped and jumped away. "The purpose of women is to be taken by the strong and to bear their children. So what do women do when there are no strong men?" She stabbed downward and he was behind her again, his open hand colliding with her ass with a loud *SMACK*. The force of the spank sent her stumbling forward. "Apparently, the women build a civilization, tell each other stories of how many men their ancestors slew, and execute weakling men in their arena." Hippolyta would not give in. She attacked again. This time he appeared ten feet away, stroking his beard thoughtfully. "On the other hand," he continued. "The amazons rely essentially on captured men for breeding material. The raiding parties kill any who try to fight back. Doesn't this ensure that only the weaklings and cowards are captured, and therefore used to breed, while the stronger ones are killed? Over time, wouldn't this process make both the Amazons and the people they prey upon weaker? Did the weaklings cause the Amazons? Or did the Amazons cause the weaklings? It's a bit of a chicken/egg situation, wouldn't you agree?" Hippolyta charged forward once again. This time, the Jarl didn't bother to dodge. He caught her sword between his thumb and index finger and tore it from her hands, casually tossing it aside. "Alright, that's enough fooling around. Suck my dick." Hippolyta's whole body was trembling. This was impossible. It was IMPOSSIBLE. No man could defeat an Amazon. No man could defeat Hippolyta, queen of the Amazons. "N-never," she stammered. She could barely even speak. The Jarl sighed. Hippolyta's world spun and suddenly she was on her back. The Jarl staddled her, pinning her arms to the ground with his knees, his cock looming ominously over her face. With one hand, he roughly gripped her hair, holding her head steady; with the other he grasped the base of his cock. She was utterly powerless as he brought the cock down hard against her face with a loud *SMACK!*. The female side of the stadium was in uproar. Every Amazon in the stadium was trying to escape, but the gate was sealed and there was no other way out. The cock hit her face again, and again and again, Harder and faster. Hippolyta began to cry as he beat her face with his cock. This couldn't be happening. *SMACK!* It couldn't be happening. *SMACK!* Single Combat: Exodus AN: This is the fourth story in the "Single Combat" series. "Single Combat", "The High Priestess", and "The Scout" all come first. Read those first if you haven't already. The new statue was magnificent. In the same place where once the greatest hero of Amazonia stood immortalized in bronze, Queen Hippolyta now knelt with her mouth around her master's bronze balls and his cock draped across her face, a monument of the Steel Horde's conquest of Amazonia. Yarei admired the statue in the light of the early morning. Ragnar, her master and her love, stood beside her, one hand possessively resting on the curve of her naked ass. Being around Ragnar made her wet. His hand gently caressing her rear made her even wetter. But the statue and what it represented made the juices positively drip down her legs. "Do you like our monument?" asked Ragnar coyly. "The Jarl thought it appropriate to leave a little something behind after we carry you off." "It's perfect," Yarei breathed. The statue depicted Hippolyta perfectly, every proportion, every curve was just right. As someone intimately familiar with the Queen, Yarei would know. "It couldn't be better. With just these two figures, this statue exemplifies exactly what happened to Amazonia. Look how her spear lies at her feet, broken. Look how he is slightly leaning forward and she backward, implying that he is the aggressor. She is sucking his balls, an act both intimate and submissive, which also shows her great desire for the seed they contain. See how his manhood lies across her face, dominating her? Almost as if the power of the cock itself forced her to her knees? See the tension in her hand as she stuffs her fingers into her sex? I can almost feel her desire to be filled, fucked, and impregnated." Yarei rested a hand on her own belly, which had just begun show signs of Ragnar's child growing within her womb. "You are very observant," Ragnar commented. "In a hundred years or a thousand," Yarei continued, "People will come to this city from distant lands, seeking the unknown. They will find a city in ruins, overgrown by the jungle and they will wonder what happened to those who lived here. And then they will see this statue, and they will know how we were conquered. Conquered by force, and conquered by cock. And if these explorers are women, perhaps our example will help them to understand their own place in the world." "You have certainly thought out the implications," said Ragnar, smiling. "Can I please suck your balls?" Yarei asked, her voice full of powerful need. "Yes you may," Ragnar's smile became a smirk. The young slave knelt before her master and pulled down the waistband of his leather breaches. No matter how many times she saw Ragnar's fourteen inch slab of man meat, each time made her mouth water and her pussy ache. She wrapped her hand around the flaccid shaft and lifted it with some effort, lowering her mouth to his massive scrotum. It was not as swollen as it had been when she first saw it, that fateful day in the arena when the whole world had changed. He had been emptying his sac into Yarei and her sister Utala at every opportunity. Still Yarei could tell, as she popped one massive orb into her mouth, that a massive load of baby batter still filled his balls, and she wanted more than anything to coax it out. She set Ragnar's stiffening cock across her face, mimicking the statue of the queen as she gazed up at her beloved master around the thick shaft. Ragnar rested one hand on the back of her head, gently pressing her face further into his balls. "Do you like the taste, Yarei?" Yarei moaned her affirmation. He spoke passionately, his voice gaining force. "The child- MY child, which now grows within you, came from there. And so will the next child you bear, and the next after that, and on and on. They will be beautiful daughters and powerful sons. The boys will be great warriors and capture many women. The girls will be great beauties and will one day serve strong men just as you serve me now. Our line, woven together from your essence and mine, will continue, becoming ever stronger until Ragnarok itself, when our descendants will stand beside the Gods and fight the coming darkness, and on that day, our spirits too, will be with them. And our children, and their children, and theirs, all the way down to that final generation, all of them will fight. And they will make us proud." By the end Ragnar's voice had faded to a whisper, as if he was almost in tears. The passion in his voice, the taste of his balls, the weight of the now fully erect cock across her face, these things were all too much for Yarei. She came, juices gushing from her pussy and pouring down her legs. All this without any stimulation of her pussy or clit. "This just goes to show to what extent he owns me," thought Yarei as the orgasm gripped her. "I can cum just from knowing that he is pleased with me." She wanted so badly to make him feel good, to show him how grateful she was for not only giving her more pleasure then she could have imagined, but also for filling her life with purpose. She pulled her mouth off his balls with a faint *POP* and ran her tongue up the underside, slowly licking her way to the head, which she engulfed in her mouth and sucked on hard. She stroked the shaft with one hand, while fondling his saliva covered gonads with the other. Yarei had never been particularly religious, but as Ragnar's salty seed filled her mouth, she realized that sex wasn't just an animal act, it was sacred, holy. And for her devout worship of Ragnar's cock, she was being granted a reward, a benediction. She tried so hard not to spill any, but there was just so much. Some of it inevitably ran down her chin onto her small breasts as she greedily gulped it all down. "Thank you so much for your cum, master," She said sincerely, as she swallowed the last drops. Ragnar fell to one knee and lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her so passionately it felt as if he was trying to suck her mouth off of her face. If he was discomforted by the taste of his own spunk, he made no sign. "You needn't thank me, Yarei," he said, pulling back. "You have just given me an amazing gift. Consider my seed as just a small token of my affection for you." His tone became stern. "Also, I distinctly recall telling you to call me Ragnar." "Yes, Ragnar," Yarei said, nearly giddy. "I must admit, I'm a little jealous," said a female voice. Yarei turned. Queen Hippolyta sat in the shadow of her own statue. Like Yarei she was completely naked, her huge breasts and wet pussy exposed to the open air. The queen's nipples were firm and erect as she had apparently been watching the ball worship and blowjob for some time. "There was a time," continued the queen, "When little Yarei looked at ME that way. Maybe not with quite as much passion, but still. You belonged to me." Hippolyta climbed to her feet. "Don't mistake my meaning, I am completely dedicated to Jarl Edric and his sanity-smashing cunt-stuffing mega-cock, it's just that I am SO going to miss suffocating you with my tits." Yarei felt her face go red. Although the fact that she and the queen frequently slept in the same bed was well known in Amazonia, to Yarei's knowledge Hippolyta had never before revealed that particularly embarrassing kink to anyone. Ragnar roared with laughter when he saw Yarei's reaction. "Ha! You're as red as the Bloody Sunset, Yarei!" He turned to Hippolyta. "I can think of worse ways to die than by tit-smothering, that's for sure. Especially if the tits in question are as magnificent as yours. The Jarl is a lucky man." "I like to think so," said Hippolyta with a sly smile. She walked over to Yarei, offering her a hand to help her up. "How are you, Yarei? We haven't had any time to talk since the conquest." "I am well, though I'm flattered that you are so concerned with my welfare, my Queen," Yarei responded respectfully. "I'm not a queen anymore," Hippolyta said wistfully. "Just a woman like you. And, like you," she rested a hand on her tight belly. "Soon to be a mother. Last night my master put a child inside me." "Are you already certain?" asked Ragnar. "You know it doesn't always take the first time." "I was, and am, in heat. And given the sheer VOLUME of seed he pumped into my womb, I'd say the odds are pretty good. And if by some chance the job is not already done, I'm sure the Jarl will correct that swiftly enough. Speaking of which, he's probably knocking up Serena right as we speak." "I bet that's a sight to see," said Yarei. "Actually, I'm surprised the Jarl did not impregnate both you and Serena publicly the way he conquered you in the first place." "For him, impregnation is a more... intimate affair. You're lucky, Yarei. YOUR master got you pregnant the very same day he captured you. I, on the other hand, had to prove myself worthy." "I was eager to start a family," said Ragnar. "Yarei here is my first slave. The Jarl already has thirty seven sons at least." "At least?" "A few of his women were pregnant when we crossed the mountains. They have probably given birth by now." "I thought the Jarl was making an idle boast when he said he had thirty seven sons," said Yarei. "Trust me, if your pussy had ever been on the receiving end of his cum-cannon, you wouldn't be so skeptical," assured Hippolyta. I wish for the two of you many children as well. I just hope you're appreciating her ass, Ragnar. If not, she's wasted on you." "Oh I do. I do indeed," said Ragnar, squeezing Yarei's butt. She moaned and pressed herself back into his hand. "Yep, I'm jealous all right." "There is no reason for your physical relationship to end," Ragnar said. "Really?" asked Yarei. "The Steel Way is hard for women," Ragnar explained. "It is a life of constant obedience and child-bearing. On top of that, if a woman's master is killed in battle, she becomes the slave of his killer. We live in a harsh land. Men and sons die all the time. Sister-slaves sometimes die in the birthing bed. Sorrow and grief are everywhere. Therefore, according to the tenants of the Steel Way, men are not permitted to forbid their women from comforting each other, regardless of the form that 'comfort' might take." "I could use a little 'comfort'," said Hippolyta. Yarei stepped up to the big-titted former queen. "I as well." She leaned forward to kiss Hippolyta lightly on the lips, fondling the other woman's massive breasts with her hands. "I'll leave you ladies alone." Ragnar chuckled. "Utala is probably up by now. I'll go say good morning. And maybe fuck her until she passes out again." Hippolyta pulled Yarei into a fierce kiss, agressivly pressing her enormous bust against Yarei's small one. Yarei trailed kisses down Hippolyta's neck to her left nipple, suckling dutifully. She had missed worshiping the queen's divine mountains of femininity. Luckily she would never have to stop. --------------------------------------------------------- In the depths of the Goddess's sacred Pyramid, in the holiest of holy rooms known as the Womb of the Goddess, Serena screamed at the top of her lungs. It was not a scream of pain, although she felt quite a bit of pain as her belly began to swell, the shear amount of semen Jarl Edric Fredulfson was pumping into her womb causing her abdomen to expand as if she were already nine months pregnant. It was not a scream of pleasure, although her mind and body were both bathed in pleasure as her cunt desperately clutched at his massive invading shaft, the friction of his final thrusts making her cum again and again and again. No, it was a scream of contentment. Serena never would have imagined that the emotion of contentment could ever make her scream, but then again, she had never before been so INTENSLY content in her life. Her master found her sexy. He found her worthy. She would be mother to his children. Serena actually had the privilege of bearing the children of this western deity, this god of cock. So she screamed as he pumped her full of seed on the holy alter in the Womb of the Goddess. She could feel the heat of it radiating through her. This was the essence of life itself. For several long moments, the Jarl remained inside her, breathing heavily into her ear as his orgasm waned. Then he stepped back and pulled his enormous cock out of her slowly, inch by inch until only the head of the eighteen inch shaft remained within her fertilized cunt. She squirmed, the pressure in her inflated belly becoming intolerable. Finally he ripped the head from her pussy and stood aside. A torrent of pressurized jizz spurted from Serena's gaping cunt, splattering the opposite wall. Serena moaned as she began to deflate, blasting cum all over the room. Finally the torrent slowed to a gush, then a trickle. She collapsed, utterly spent. The small chamber known as the Womb of the Goddess was a room so holy, only the high priestess herself was ever aloud within. And now it was utterly defiled. The delicate wall carvings depicting the history of Amazonia were whitewashed with cum. The floor was covered, even the ceiling was not unstained. Even one of the four torches lighting the chamber had been extinguished by the sheer volume of the semen ejected from Serena's pussy. The alter on which she lay was similarly coated in both his cum and her own juices. She herself was almost completely coated in the stuff, as was the Jarl. And all that seed, every drop of the thick, pearly-white sticky cum had been in Serena at one point or another. Five times. Five times he had blown her womb up like a balloon and then allowed her to deflate before taking her again. She had long ago lost count of the orgasms and lost track of time. How long had he been fucking her? They had started at midnight. Surely it must be noon by now? She was too tired to think. Her mind began to feel slow, heavy, along with her eyelids. Before she closed her eyes, she caught a final glimpse of Jarl Edric's massive cock. The dick that owned her. It was finally going flaccid. So much cum... in the Womb of the Goddess... Surely She too must be pregnant after THIS... Serena slipped into unconsciousness. She stood before a hundred-foot statue made of steel, depicting a man in armor. The man had a regal, powerful bearing. In one hand he clutched a spear as tall as he, his other hand lowered as if granting a gift to a supplicant. One of his eyes was covered by a patch, the other stared down from his great bearded face with a fatherly expression. On the ground at his feet, a glimmer of Gold. Serena sat up. She was still on the holy alter in the Womb of the Goddess, still covered in cum (although it had cooled considerably). The Jarl leaned against the wall, watching her. "You're cute when you sleep," he remarked. Serena blushed. "Master, is there a place in your land with a giant steel statue of a man with one eye?" "At the temple of Odin the Allfather, just outside of Odinsport. It's considered the holiest place in the Land of Steel. Why?" "The Goddess sent me a holy vision," replied Serena. She pushed herself off the alter and knelt beside it, feeling for the secret switch that only she knew about. She found it, and a hidden drawer slit from the base of the alter. The Jarl glanced at it curiously. Within it, on a velvet cushion lay circle of the purest gold the size of her palm. In the center of the disc, a vagina was intricately cast, rendered in loving detail by the ancient goldsmith Hana the Holy. "What is that?" Inquired the Jarl. "This is the Golden Womanhood, Amazonia's most sacred relic." Serena delicately traced a finger along the golden lips. "As legend has it, when Hippolyta the Liberator took these lands from the male king who once occupied them, she took his royal golden scepter as a trophy. Hippolyta's daughter, Elena the Blessed, had a vision from the Goddess Herself, which ordered her to re-cast the scepter, a blasphemous symbol of phallic power, into a vagina, and she did so. Great wealth and power followed throughout Elena's reign. If the Goddess herself can be said to inhabit a physical object, this is it." "And what does this have to do with this vision you just had about the statue of Odin?" "I saw the Golden Womanhood at Odin's feet. The Goddess... She knows She is defeated. She doesn't want to stay, alone in this deserted city after her chosen people have been taken away. She wants me to take Her with us, back to your land. There she will watch over us as we become mothers. She will help us to overcome the trials of our new lives. And She will serve your Allfather in all the ways a man might require of a woman." Serena watched the Jarl carefully, afraid he might refuse to allow her to do this. After all, he had tried at every turn to crush her faith in the Goddess. But finally he smiled. "Odin will surely be pleased. Perhaps when I die, and I stand in Valhalla before the Allfather, I'll find your goddess sucking his mighty, all-fathering cock!" He laughed, and Serena could not help but laugh with him, both in relief and in genuine mirth. The Goddess's teachings were all wrong. They spoke of female superiority over men, and the power of faith that crushed all males. Serena had stopped believing in these teachings after her public humiliation atop the pyramid, but although she no longer dedicated her soul to the Goddess as she once had, Serena still loved Her. She had been Serena's solace in hard times even before Serena became a priestess. The temple at the Allfather's feet would be a good place for the Goddess, just as her own place at the Jarl's feet was a good place for Serena. "There is still some time before dawn," said the Jarl, a hint of tiredness reaching his voice. "Rest, Serena. We leave the city before noon." "You sound tired as well, master. Did you not impregnate Hippolyta as you did me earlier tonight? Surely you should get some sleep." "Perhaps I am a bit drowsy." He lay down on the altar beside her and pulled her against his chest, wrapping one muscular arm around her beneath her bosom. Within moments, his eyes closed and his breathing became rhythmic. He was asleep. Once again, a wave of happiness washed over Serena. Although he had fucked her often, this was the first time Jarl Edric Fredulfson had ever slept beside her. The wave of happiness was followed by a wave of exhaustion, which was followed by a deep, dreamless sleep. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Hippolyta groaned and ran her hands through Yarei's hair as the petite former scout eagerly lapped at her cunt. Finally, she trembled and gasped as Yarei's tongue brought her to an intense orgasm. Yarei disengaged her mouth from Hippolyta's pussy, kissing up her abdomen and finally resting her head on Hippolyta's sizable bosom. Hippolyta stroked the other woman's hair gently. "Are you really OK with how things are now, Yarei?" She asked. "I am only too happy to submit to MY master, but Jarl Edric is- well- extraordinary." "Ragnar is kind and gentle," replied Yarei, snuggling deeper into Hippolyta's breasts. "And on top of that, he makes me cum hard and often. I wouldn't trade him for any man in the world." "The Jarl is neither kind nor gentle," mused Hippolyta idly. "And yet I think I prefer him that way." "You are courageous. Surrendering yourself completely to another person takes courage, especially if that other person is not kind." "I suppose so." The former queen and her scout lay in each other's arms on the cobbled street beside the statue, at peace with each other, themselves, and the world. Hippolyta heard footsteps approaching. She turned her head to see her master, the Jarl, in full armored regalia. She gently pushed Yarei away and stood up, bowing her head deferentially. Single Combat: Exodus "Master. Where is Serena?" "She'll be here shortly. She's just... tidying up. I've ordered my men to gather here with their loot and their women. We are ready to leave. This vacation to the other side of the mountains has been rather pleasant, but it's time to get back to the land of steel, before we go soft." "I look forward to seeing the land that bred such a man as you, sir." He stroked her cheek, gently. "You've become rather talented at flattery, haven't you, Hippolyta?" "Not flattery sir," she said sincerely. "Praise." "What's the difference?" "Praise is true." "Good answer. My people and yours will gather together around this statue- our statue- soon. Would you like to say a few words before we all depart your city together?" "I would be honored." Hippolyta began to contemplate what to say. Yarei's owner, Ragnar, walked into the square holding the naked form of Yarei's younger sister Utala in his arms. Utala stirred a bit, but did not open her eyes, apparently asleep. Ragnar gently placed Utala on the ground as Yarei rose to greet him. They shared a brief kiss and mutual grope. Utala stirred, opening her eyes and watching her sister kiss Ragnar, a faint flush in her cheeks. Yarei knelt beside her sister. "How are you feeling, Utala?" "Equal parts happy and sore." "Ragnar," acknowledged the Jarl. "My Jarl," Ragnar responded respectfully. "I always figured you'd wind up with this one," the Jarl said, indicating Yarei and eyeing her up and down. "She suits your taste. Lithe. Athletic. Amazing ass." "And the lovely queen and priestess suit your tastes as well. Tall, long legs, broad hips, mammoth tits." "Does it bother you at all that they're treating us like pieces of meat?" Utala whispered to Yarei. Yarei rolled her eyes. "Weren't you JUST staring at Ragnar's crotch two seconds ago?" Utala blushed. Ragnar and Jarl Edric continued to converse, politely if not warmly, as steel clad men and naked women began to file into the square. Many of the men pulled carts behind them, filled with gold, silver and other treasures looted from the city. The crowd congregated around the statue their voices filling the air. A few Amazons had sank to their knees and were tending to their men. Soon, the crowd was massive, every soul in Amazonia, Amazon and Westerner, gathered before the gate. "It's time," said the Jarl, giving Hippolyta's ass a light smack. "Say your words." Hippolyta climbed the base of the statue, standing next to the statue of herself. She gripped the statue's bronze cock to steady herself. As she looked out over the crowd, she noticed Serena stepping up beside The Jarl, her hair still wet from a bath. Hippolyta smiled inwardly. She knew how very necessary that bath must have been. The High Priestess was clutching something to her chest. Some kind of gold object. In any case, it was time to make her speech. She raised one arm for silence. The chatter of the crowd died down. Those woman who were currently engaged in sucking cock halted their oral attentions to listen. "I am Hippolyta," she began. "You all know me. I speak to you today, not as the Queen of Amazonia, but as a woman. "I was once a fierce warrior. Men trembled to hear my name. They ran in fear when they saw me approach. I pillaged and plundered, I killed and looted, I enslaved and slaughtered. And I did all this, safe in the knowledge that I was an Amazon, beautiful, superior, proud. I believed there was no one who could match me in combat, but I was wrong. Many of you, both men and women, saw my defeat at the hands of Jarl Edric. I was completely outmatched. And as he pounded me into the dirt with his massive manhood, the illusion of my strength evaporated. "I was ashamed. Humiliated at being so easily defeated, so publicly made to submit. Most of all, I was ashamed of my inferiority. But despite my humiliation, I found I wanted to feel that massive shaft spreading me wide more than I wanted my pride. I was still ashamed and humiliated, but the pleasure was worth it. "Over the past months, I have come to a realization. I should never have been ashamed. Not of my defeat, not even of my inferiority, for you see, I am not inferior. And neither are you, my people, my sisters. Is a sheath inferior to a sword? You might say that a sheath is subordinate to a sword, but inferior? Of course not. Instead of feeling humiliated at being used as a sheath, I should have rejoiced at my chance to be worthy of such a magnificent sword. And you, too, should rejoice, my sisters! Rejoice as you serve your masters, rejoice as you bear their children!" The crowd cheered. "To you Westerners, men of the Steel Horde, our new masters. Only you can decide if we, your women, are worthy of your love. But even if we are not, we are at least worthy of respect. Treat us with honor, and we will repay you with obedience and many children." The men of the Horde nodded, they considered this to be a reasonable thing to say. "Sisters, Amazonia dies this day. We leave behind our homes, our entire civilization that was built on the falsehood of our superiority, and face the truth in a land none of us have ever seen. But although Amazonia will be gone, we, the Amazons, will live on! And the Amazons will not perish as we age and die either. Teach your daughters to be proud, to be strong, and to face the world with courage. Teach them that regardless of if they fight or submit, they should always be proud to be women! Teach them to be AMAZONS!" The women in the crowd roared, some men even joining them. The noise was deafening. Hippolyta nearly cried. She looked up at the statue of herself, submitting to the Jarl's mighty dick and balls. She would be the last Queen of the Amazons. But the Amazons themselves would not merely disappear or be subsumed. They would remember. They would submit, and love every second of their submission, but they would remember. She stepped down from the statue and the Jarl promptly grabbed her, slinging her over his shoulder. He did the same to Serena and began to walk toward the gate. "I can walk, you know," she said. "I have to carry you out of the city at least," he replied. "It's tradition." The steel horde followed the Jarl out the gate. Once a ways outside the gate, he set her and Serena down, giving each of their butts a light squeeze. Hippolyta smiled at him and he grinned back. Then he walked off into the jungle. Hippolyta and Serena followed. Behind them followed, Ragnar, Yarei, and Utala, and then the rest of the Steel Horde and their new slaves. Not a single one of them looked back. Single Combat: The High Priestess AN: This is a side story to "Single Combat". Please read "Single Combat" first if you haven't already. * Serena, High Priestess of the Goddess, knelt in prayer to Mother Earth. "Oh great Goddess, from whose womb the world is born, shelter and protect your chosen people, the Amazons. A great evil has come to the southern jungles: men, who seek dominance over us! Brave Queen Hippolyta and her army faced them, oh Goddess, and were defeated. Surely You will not abandon us! Smite these invaders! Show them that women alone hold the power over life and death. Do this, oh Goddess, and I shall offer You their severed cocks in the brazier atop the Great Pyramid!" Serena stood. Now that Queen Hippolyta had fallen, the duty fell to her to lead the Amazons in resistance against the westerners. A wave of sadness washed over Serena, temporarily dousing her ardor. She had known Hippolyta since they were both girls. Those cursed men stole her away! Serena's zeal flared to life once again. She would rally all the citizens of Amazonia, avenge her friend and drive these men from the jungles forever. She dressed quickly. Prayer to the Goddess was always done in the nude, for the Goddess gave women no clothing but their skin. Fighting naked, however, was not part of Serena's plan. Serena put on her albino leopard skin bikini, pulling the top tight around her generous bosom. She too had the blood of Hippolyta the Liberator running through her veins, and although hers was not as pure as the Queen's, the titanic tits of the Liberator always bred true. She donned the feathered headdress of the High Priestess. It would help the Amazons to identify her and rally to her quickly. Some might have questioned how Serena planned to defeat the invaders who had already beaten the mighty Queen Hippolyta and her entire army. Some were fools. With faith in the Goddess, no woman can ever fall before a man. A knock at the door! Could the westerners have found her already? Serena grasped her ceremonial obsidian knife and crept toward the door. She pushed it open and stabbed downward with a shout. The woman who stood outside her door caught her arm easily, disarming her. "You're still slow, Serena." "Hippolyta?" Joy welled up in Serena's soul at seeing her friend and Queen still alive. She glanced about, furtively. "Come inside, quickly. The westerners have not found me yet." Hippolyta strode into the room, seemingly unhurried. She seemed subdued somehow, as if she was struggling with a difficult choice. "It raises my spirits to see you alive, my Queen. I had heard that you were defeated, those tales must be lies. There is much you must know. The westerners have betrayed your trust. Their army surrounds the city. We must rally the people and-" "High Priestess," Hippolyta said stiffly, "my master, Jarl Edric Fredulfson, lord of the Steel Horde and father of thirty seven sons requires your presence at the Great Pyramid of the Goddess." "What?" All the joy Serena felt at Hippolyta's presence disappeared instantly. "So... you were defeated after all." Hippolyta nodded grimly. Serena made firm her resolve. "It matters not. You still live, and that means the Goddess still has plans for you. Do you not see? These events are but a test from the Goddess. A test of our faith! Do not forget the Goddess's truth." Hippolyta's head snapped up, her eyes full of anger. She took two steps forward, her face inches from Serena's, her chainmail clad breasts pushed against Serena's white leapard skin covered bosom. "The Goddess's truth? Before yesterday, I believed in the Goddess as much as any other Amazon. I believed it was Her who had granted me my combat prowess. When I took my warriors, raided the northern villages, and brought their men back in chains, I did so because I was strong. I defeated them, and so their lives belonged to me. "Now, I am defeated. Utterly crushed. The western Jarl captured my army, defeated me in single combat and fucked me until I passed out. I am conquered as a queen, as a fighter, and as a woman. The lives of the conquered belong to the conqueror. That is the warrior's only truth, and I am a warrior." Hippolyta stepped back. "I was a warrior. Will you come, or must I drag you, High Priestess?" The Temple Square at the foot of the Great Pyramid was packed. Every woman in Amazonia stood, pressed together in the square, waiting anxiously. Surrounding the square, the army of westerners lounged, keeping the women from escaping. The men laughed and joked with each other, blatantly groping any Amazon in reach. The Goddess would surely punish them for their lack of respect. Hippolyta led Serena up the Pyramid. The Amazons in the square recognized both of them. Murmurs spread through the crowd. Upon every step of the Pyramid, more of the western army stood. Next to each man knelt a naked woman, head lowered submissively. These must be the men the Jarl had taken into the Arena with him to subdue Hippolyta's army. They reached the apex of the Pyramid, a platform from which Serena had often addressed throngs of worshipers during the sacred festivals. Now, an unclothed man stood upon the platform. Serena gasped. His manhood was enormous. It must have been eighteen inches long at least, and thicker than Serena's forearm. In spite of herself, Serena felt the juncture between her thighs moisten. It was common for Amazons to make use of male slaves for pleasure, but as High Priestess, Serena was not allowed such dalliances. She must always remain pure for the Goddess. She did, however, have fantasies. Never in her wildest dreams had she ever imagined a cock like this. "Master," Hippolyta said, "I bring you the Most Feminine Serena, High Priestess of the Goddess." Hippolyta knelt next to the Jarl, head bowed. The man turned his head to address the kneeling queen. "Well done Hippolyta. The show will begin soon. Before that, I would like you to explain a few things to me. First, what is this brazier for?" "After men are ritually executed in the arena, their bodies are carried up here, where their manhoods are cut off and cast into the fire as an offering to the Goddess." Hippolyta responded. "Interesting. And what of this basin over here?" "During the festival of spring, the priestesses carry water up the Pyramid and pour it into this basin. The High Priestess immerses herself in the water, blessing it. Another priestess will then open the floodgates, there, and the water flows down the steps of the pyramid into the square below." "Oh we can make good use of that." The Jarl grinned. He turned, addressing Serena for the first time. "Serena, is it? I am Jarl Edric Fredulfson, lord of the Steel Horde and father of thirty seven sons. My horde and I have conquered your country and now all your people belong to us." Serena raised her chin. "No Amazon will ever submit to the will of a man. Male scum, leave this place at once with all your men and the Goddess may only smite you and your army, and spare your children." "Your faith is strong now, but you will think differently after I've fucked you raw and covered you with my seed," He sneered "My person is sacred to the Goddess. My body coming into contact with semen, the most unclean of substances, would be an act of utmost sacrilege. The Goddess would surely smite you down on the spot. And even if She did not, even if you rape me until I pass out, my faith will not waver." "If you are so certain that your goddess will save you, why don't we make a wager? It is currently noon. By the time the sun falls, I will make you deny your goddess. If I cannot, my army and I will leave these lands and never return, although, we will still take your Queen and her army with us. They have already been conquered." The Jarl gestured out at the crowd in the square. "Those down there have not. I ordered my men not to take them until after the show. If you win, they will remain free." "Do what you will. You will never break my faith." "Don't you want to know what happens if you lose?" "I will not lose." "Funny. Your Queen said the same, and yet, here she kneels." "Fine," Serena snapped. "What happens if Iose?" "Utmost sacrilege. Times ten thousand." The Jarl smiled. "That will not happen. The Goddess will give me strength." Serena was sure of it. The Jarl turned to the crowd, raising his hands. "WOMEN OF AMAZONIA!" He shouted. "YOUR HIGH PRIESTESS HAS AGREED TO A TRIAL OF FAITH! IF SHE SUCCEEDS, MY ARMY AND I WILL DEPART AND NEVER RETURN! BUT IF HER FAITH BREAKS, AND SHE DENIES YOUR GODDESS, MY MEN WILL RAPE YOU, MAKE YOU SLAVES, AND CARRY YOU OFF TO OUR LAND BEYOND THE MOUNTAINS!" The Jarl needn't have shouted. The Pyramid was designed so that words spoken at the top could be heard a mile away. He turned, addressing Serena. "Let us begin. For this first part, you need only watch." He turned to Hippolyta. "Hippolyta, what is the thing you want most in the entire world?" "To serve you master," Hippolyta replied dutifully. "It is good of you to say so, and serve me you shall. But you are not being entirely truthful with me, I think. What do you want for yourself, more than anything?" Hippolyta hesitated, embarrassed at being called out on the lie. Finally, she spoke. "I want to bear your children." "Yes, I believe that is what you want." He reached down underneath Hippolyta's chain top and fondled her enormous breast. Hippolyta moaned softly. "Priestess, you have told me much about what you believe. Here is what I believe. All living things seek to leave their descendants behind. Time may claim us all in the end, but so long as our seed remains, a part of us remains as well. People are no different in this respect than animals or even plants. Life --all life- is a self perpetuating machine. "Since women can only bear the offspring of one man at a time, they must be selective. To this end, women seek to bear the children a strong man. I am very strong. Perhaps the strongest in the world. That is why your queen desires to be impregnated by me more than she wants freedom for herself or her people. Men, free from the restrictions of female biology take a broader approach, seeking instead to impregnate as many women as possible. All war, peace, love, strife, hatred, rage, lust, every nation, every clan, all art, every human accomplishment or endeavor comes from this simple impulse: survive, fuck, and make babies. "There is no food or space permitted for weak men. We kill them, and leave their bodies for the crows. In this way, there are more women to receive the seed of the strong. While weak men are useless, women, strong or weak, are always useful, as long as they can bear children and please cock. As long as you remember your place, there will always be a place for you at our feet. Let me show you. Hippolyta, why don't you help me show your people a woman's place. It's about time for you to learn to suck cock properly." Serena saw Hippolyta's eyes widen, but the former queen did not protest. "As you say," she said, kneeling in front of him. She opened her mouth and held her hands clasped behind her back. He grasped her head and pulled her forward onto his cock. "In the future, I expect you to be able to suck without any help from me," said the Jarl, "but for today let's just work on opening up your throat. I expect you to be able to take half of me by the time the lesson is over." The Jarl reached down, unfastened Hippolyta's bikini top, and tossed it off the side of the Pyramid. "Always have your tits out when you're sucking cock unless your master says otherwise. He pushed her father down the shaft. "GAK!" Hippolyta pulled her mouth off of him, gagging and sputtering. The Jarl pushed her face downward into his ballsack. "Never stop unless I tell you to stop. If you need a breather, suck the balls or lick the shaft." Hippolyta slurped as she enthusiastically tongued his balls. He brought her mouth back up to his cock, thrusting into her throat once more. His with each thrust he pushed deeper down her gullet. "Ak Gak Gak Gulp Gak Gag Gak!" Serena watched, horrified, as her childhood friend, the strongest Amazon Hippolyta had her mouth and throat used like a masturbation aid. And worse still was the fact that she was not struggling. She wasn't fighting back. In fact, she now pushed her head forward to meet each thrust. When the Jarl pulled back to let her breathe she bent to suck his balls of her own accord. Serena felt a trickle of wetness run down her left thigh. She hated to admit it even to herself, but the scene before her was terrifyingly arousing. Serena watched as Hippolyta willing sucked the Jarls balls, eyes locked with his. "Eye contact. Good. I give you permission to use your hands. Rub my cock against your face." She grasped the base with both hands, rubbing his spit-covered dick against her forehead, cheeks, and chin. She licked up and back down the underside, then set the shaft on her forehead as she went back to worshiping his balls. She stared up at him around the wrist thick shaft. "Good instincts," the Jarl complemented. "We'll make a champion cocksucker of you yet. You may touch yourself." Hippolyta's hands shot to her pussy and breasts, pinching a nipple and rubbing her clit. She opened up to take another throat pounding. "AK! GAKGURG BLEH GAK, GAK, GAAAAAAK!" "It looks like you've got about seven inches down, keep it up." With a great deal of struggle, Hippolyta was able to fit another inch into her throat, but try as she might (and she was clearly trying very hard) she could not fit the ninth and final inch into her gullet. She pulled off, sputtering. "M- *COUGH* My apologies master, I can't..." "There is another way you could learn... an extreme measure you might say. Are you willing to try it?" Hippolyta nodded. She looked determined. The Jarl put his hands under her arms, picked her up, and set her back down again on her knees at the edge of the platform. Hippolyta was inches away from a hundred foot fall all the way down to the next level of the Pyramid. The Jarl lined himself up with her mouth once more. "Hold your ground, Queen of the Amazons. I'm going to push nine inches of meat into your face. You have only two choices: swallow it all or fall to your death." Hippolya's hand began to furiously stroke her clit as his cock entered her mouth. Danger always had made her exited. Eight inches of cock disappeared into her stretched lips. Her knees slid back and she knelt teetering on the brink, furiously fighting to push her mouth another inch down the Jarl's dick. Finally she succeeded, half of the Jarl's eighteen inch rod crammed into her mouth and throat. He pulled out, grabbed her, and pulled her away from the edge, laughing. "I must admit I'm impressed by your courage, Hippolyta. You have a warrior's heart..." He gave her tit a squeeze. "and a whore's body. Just in case you're wondering, I would not have actually let you fall. The loss of a beautiful woman is a tragic waste." Hippolyta gasped in pleasure as her rapidly moving fingers finally brought her to release. She knelt, face covered in her own spit wearing an expression of bliss. "Hippolyta, why don't you tell your priestess what that felt like. I'm sure she would be interested to know." Hippolyta coughed, then began to speak. "It was painful and terrifying. His huge cock made it hard to breathe. My throat felt like it was going to burst. Even so, I found that I wanted to do it, I wanted to cram every inch of his rod I could into my mouth. The smell, the taste, the way my jaw ached as I struggled with his girth, these things all made me soaking wet, but most of all what I wanted was to please him so that he might consider me worthy to breed. You will understand once he is inside you, I promise." Serena was desperately fighting the urge to touch herself. By now, her white leopard skin bikini bottom was completely soaked through. Her arousal was obvious for all to see, but though her body was weak and treacherous, her mind was faithful and resolute. She crossed her arms beneath her leopard skin clad bosom, fixing the Jarl with her best do-your-worst stare. "I suppose you aren't ready to submit, then, Priestess?" "My faith will never break. Even if you take me... and... and fuck me with that... monstrous appendage. No matter how many orgasms, even if you bring me to an ecstasy that no woman has ever before experienced, even then I would not deny the Goddess. "Careful Priestess, it almost sounds like you want it," he said, grinning. He was teasing her of course. He, Hippolyta, all the Amazons in the square below and the entire male army that held them captive could all see how badly she wanted it. The Jarl moved forward, gently unclasping Sarena's sodden bikini bottoms and pulling them off. He casually tossed them into the sacrificial brazier. The leopard skin garment hissed as the wetness of Serena's arousal encountered the hot coals. It was quickly consumed by the flames. With one hand the Jarl lightly caressed her mound. She moaned, trying to press herself further into his hand, but his hand darted away, removing her bikini top. She was now clothed only in her ceremonial feathered headdress. He pinched her nipples, making her moan. She needed release. She could no longer resist the desire to touch herself. Her hands rushed to her pussy, but the Jarl snatched them away, holding them above her head with his left hand as his right continued to tease her nipple. "Ready to submit yet, Priestess?" he whispered in her ear. "I told you!" Serena spat back, "it matters not how many orgasms you force upon me. Nothing can make me abandon my faith in the Goddess." The Jarl chuckled. "What makes you think I'm going to give you any orgasms?" He bent to bite her nipple as his fingers teased her cunt. Oh no. Sarena's mind raced. This whole time, she had expected him to try to overwhelm her with pleasure as he had Hippolyta. She had been preparing her mind to withstand the barrage of orgasms that she had assumed would be directed at her. Instead, he was simply teasing her, holding her on the brink of release, but never allowing her to attain it. She was not sure how much longer she could take this torture. "By all means, take your time. I've only been teasing you for about thirty seconds, and there's still another five hours until nightfall." "Please, let me cum." "If you want to cum, you know what to say." Sarena's will broke. "I deny the Goddess! Please let me cum! Please!" Her vision went blurry and she felt hot tears streaming down her face. She had just betrayed everything she stood for and doomed the entire nation she had once led in prayer, all for an orgasm. Would the Goddess ever forgive her? The Jarl slightly changed the angle and pressure of the finger he was using to tease her cunt, and suddenly she was seeing stars. Her hips bucked as she moaned, "Yes, oh fuck yes!" and waves of pleasure shot through her body. The Jarl's finger prodded in further, finding her hymen. "So you're a virgin." He didn't sound happy about that. "That's unfortunate. This is going to hurt, I'm afraid. I'd promise to be gentle, but there really is no way to be gentle when fucking someone with an eighteen inch dick. Sorry." She didn't resist as he pushed her to the ground. He loomed over her in missionary position as he rubbed the head of his cock against the opening of her virgin cunt. Serena accepted the pain as her maidenhead was torn and her virgin pussy was stretched by the wrist-thick invader. Pain was what she deserved for betraying the Goddess and her people. She was less sure of how to interpret the divine meaning of the intense orgasm that followed in the wake of the pain. She opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out. Single Combat: The High Priestess "Some men like deflowering virgins," the Jarl said, "but I do not. I like making women cum, not bleed. But, I've set this whole event up, so now I have to fuck you." Her virgin blood trickled down the crack of her ass to defile the stone of the sacred Pyramid below. "Godess forgive me," Serena moaned. "Please, Goddess, forgive me, please..." "Look down in the square," the Jarl commanded. Serena weakly turned her eyes toward the people. The westerners were slowly advancing into the square, grabbing Amazons one by one, pulling their clothes off and pushing them to the ground. More than half the women in the square were already being fucked. Very few of them resisted. After watching both their queen and their spiritual leader submit to the invader in the most degrading of ways, their hope was gone. "If there is a goddess who protects women against men then where is she now?" the Jarl continued. "Or perhaps she is simply not strong enough to stop us." "No!" gasped Serena. "The Goddess is powerful. You will see! She will smite you for this. She will smite me as well, for the sin of submitting to a man. OOOOOOH!" She screamed as the Jarl slammed the head of his cock against her cervix. "If she tries, I'll just fuck the shit out of her," he said, and began fucking Serena in earnest. With each thrust he slammed against the back of her pussy before withdrawing so that only the head was still inside. His balls, still slick with Hippolyta's saliva, slapped repeatedly against her ass with a wet *Thud, Thud, Thud*. Before long, she was in the grips of another, even more intense orgasm. Her legs curled around his waist as she screamed, grinding her hips back into his. The pain of her lost virginity was fading, and it was becoming more and more difficult to think. Serana tried to cling to her faith. Though her tormenter had made her deny the Goddess out loud, she still believed in her heart. Surely in time, the Goddess might forgive her? The Jarl impaled her with a particularly deep thrust. "GAAAAAAH!" She screamed. Do not forget the Goddess! *Thrust* Remember the Goddess. *Thrust* The Goddess... oh fuck I'm coming again... *Thrust* Suddenly she didn't care anymore. "Oh YES! FUCK THE GODDESS! I GAVE MY BODY TO THE GODDESS, BUT SHE NEVER MADE ME CUM! TAKE ME! MAKE ME CUM! I'LL WORSHIP YOUR DICK FROM NOW ON, I'LL BE HIGH PRIESTESS OF THE CULT OF YOUR COCK! NOW FUCK MY PUSSY, YEEESSSSSS!!!" The Jarl kept fucking Serena until nightfall. At one point he called Hippolyta and ordered her to sit on Serena's face. Serena lapped at her friend's labia and clit as best she could, but it was difficult to concentrate while the Jarl was still pounding her pussy. "I hope you like the taste of your friend," he sneered. "You're going to be licking it off of my dick a lot in days to come." The Jarl held her up at the edge of the platform, bouncing her up and down on his cock while Hippolyta dutifully tongued his balls. Down in the square, a lust filled orgy of a hundred thousand cocks and two hundred thousand cunts raged in full swing. The passionate cries of the formerly fierce Amazons echoed around the Great Pyramid of the Goddess as they submitted to the invaders, willing participants in their own enslavement. He pushed her to her hands and knees and mounted her from behind while Hippolyta lay below, licking both Serena's clit and his shaft as he plunged into her. Serena's orgasms blurred together and soon, she was uncertain where one climax ended and another began. Sunset is the Goddess's most sacred time of day. Now, as the sun set, Serena and Hippolyta knelt side by side before the standing Jarl as he pumped his cock with his hand. For The High Priestess of the Goddess to be stained by male seed... Serena could think of no worse sacrilege. The thought only made Serena want it more. She fingered herself as she knelt, eyes closed, mouth open to receive a benediction from her new God. She reached orgasm as his scalding spunk spattered her face and breasts, covering them completely. Some of it fell in her mouth. It was salty, thick, and delicious. She swallowed, and scooped more from her breasts to her mouth. "Do you like the taste?" Serena wiped cum from her eyes so she could look up at her new master. "Yes sir." "That's good, because you're about to get a lot more." He picked her up, carried her over to the empty basin of cleansing, and lowered her in, dropping her when she was about half way to the bottom. She hit the floor of the basin with a thud, quickly pushing herself to her knees to look up at the Jarl. What was he planning? The circular basin was about eight feet deep and eight feet in diameter. This basin was used for the spring cleansing ritual. Serena bathed in it every year. "It's time for your punishment," said the Jarl, grinning. "Punishment?" "You lost the game, remember?" He turned away from the basin. "Men! Those of you who came with me to the arena! Come give the Priestess your blessing!" Serena's eyes widened. Ultimate sacrilege...times ten thousand. Men crowded around the edge of the basin. Their slaves, the former Amazon warriors, knelt before them, diligently pleasuring their masters with their mouths. Serena buried her fingers in her cunt and opened her mouth as cum began to rain down on her from all sides. Within seconds she was completely covered. After a few minutes, she was kneeling in a growing pool. So much cum. She continued to finger herself as load after load fell into the basin. ----------------------------------------------------------------- By dawn, the basin was overflowing. Serena literally swam in a milky white pool of nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety nine loads, struggling to keep her head above the surface. The ten thousandth soldier smiled and patted his slave's head as she licked up and down his foot long shaft. With a grunt he exploded, shooting his seed directly onto Serena's face. It was done. The Jarl, who had watched the proceedings with interest, grunted and shot his load into Hippolyta's mouth. The former queen's throat worked as she greedily swallowed the spunk. Quite a bit overflowed her mouth and poured down her chin, spattering her heaving breasts. She fell back on her ass, one hand still working her pussy as the other scooped up the remainder of the Jarls load and deposited it in her mouth. The Jarl strode over to the basin and grasped Serena's hand, pulling her from the pool. Serena fell face first to the ground, exhausted from being fucked for hours and then being forced to tread cum to stay afloat. Yesterday morning she had been a holy woman, the spiritual leader of all Amazonia, completely untouched by the unholy male gender. Now, she was a slut and a slave. Every inch of her body was covered in jizz and her hair and ceremonial headdress were completely soaked through. She was utterly transformed and she regretted nothing. "Watch this," said the Jarl, her new god and master. He pulled a lever. The cleansing basins floodgates opened. The pool of cum drained, cascading down the Pyramid, defiling the Goddess's most holy temple in the worst possible way. The river of seed poured into the square at the Pyramid's base, running along the ground where the conquered Amazons and their masters lay sleeping after last night's orgy. As semen ran through the square, the soldiers and their sluts awoke from their slumber, beginning to rut once more. Cries of lust echoed off the Pyramid as the Amazons, once a proud race of women, now slaves, eagerly fulfilled their new purpose in life. Single Combat: The Scout AN: This is a side story to "Single Combat". Please read "Single Combat" and "Single Combat: the High Priestess" first if you haven't already. * "Yarei, take him to the preparation room and give him the ceremonial loincloth," ordered Queen Hippolyta, clearly trying to keep a straight face. "Yes my queen. This way please." Yarei couldn't control her mirth. She giggled, just a little. This idiot was dressing himself up for execution. Just like a pig putting an apple in its own mouth and handing the farmer the knife. "Care to let me in on the joke?" asked the western Jarl as he followed Yarei down the steps to the preparation room. "Oh its nothing. I just remembered a joke I heard once." They reached the bottom of the staircase. The preparation room was small, dark and dingy. The Jarl began to disrobe. "I am quite looking forward to this match," he said as he removed his shirt. "Then you are a fool. Queen Hippolyta will slaughter you like a pig and offer your severed cock to the Goddess." "So she plans to wait until after she kills me to castrate me then? Very kind of her. Still, I hope this goddess of yours has a big appetite." He dropped his pants. Yarei gasped. Her eyes nearly fell out of her head. She had never seen, heard of, or imagined that a man might have such a huge cock. Still soft, it hung longer than her forearm, and thicker too. For a moment, she felt like the whole world had shifted. She realized that somehow, it was the Amazons who were trapped, not the westerners. She didn't know how it had come to pass, but she did know one thing: this man couldn't possibly be defeated. "Don't stare, you're embarrassing me," the Jarl chuckled, mocking her. "Besides, this is for your Queen, not you. The loincloth, if you please." Yarei started, coming out of her daze. She handed the Jarl the tattered ceremonial loincloth. As the Jarl tightened the cloth around his hips, Yarei shook herself. So he had a big dick. So what? That didn't make him a better fighter. Amazonia was invincible, the Amazons were invincible, and most importantly, Queen Hippolyta was completely invincible. Not once had she ever been defeated, even by another Amazon. This westerner would fall, just like all the others. Even so, Yarei couldn't shake the feeling of dread. Were the westerners planning some kind of devious trick? Their numbers were matched inside the arena and the arena was smack dab in the middle of Amazonia, the city of the Amazons. What could they hope to accomplish with only ten thousand? But still the aura of control that the Jarl emitted made her uneasy. The Jarl thanked her for her assistance and strode out onto the field. Yarei quickly climbed into the stands, sitting among her scouts. Many of them openly eyed Yarei's long, shapely legs and small muscular ass as she sat down. Yarei's ass was highly coveted in the Amazon Army, almost as much as her place in the Queen's bedchamber. Hippolyta had once told her that she had the best butt in the southern jungles, a compliment she valued highly. The uneasy feeling in the pit of Yarei's stomach began to fade. She watched Queen Hippolyta converse with the Jarl, looking forward to the show. Queen Hippolyta was so beautiful. Yarei knew she was truly lucky to spend her nights with her. The sight of her, standing proud in her skimpy chain bikini which barely contained her gigantic breasts reassured Yarei immensely. The males of the Steel Horde were laughing and joking with each other, blatantly ogling the Amazons. Fools. Soon, they would all be dead. There was one man, though, who remained silent. Yarei could have sworn that he was staring right at her. Still, no reason to be worried. She laughed with everyone else when the foolish male refused to wield a weapon. And then it happened. She didn't see how he had done it. For a fraction of a second, it was as if the Jarl completely disappeared from her sight. And then he was holding the queen's chainmail top aloft as his men cheered. Hippolyta's titanic tits, which Yarei had spent many nights worshiping, were bare to all twenty thousand spectators. The queen looked stunned for a moment before she regained her composure. Yarei's feeling of uneasiness returned in spades. "Scouts!" She ordered. "Prepare to move on my order." "Commander!" said Jaen, one of her best scouts. "You don't really think the queen might lose, do you?" "Of course not. Just... remain alert." ----------------------------------------------- All of her worst fears came true. Queen Hippolyta was now on the ground while the Jarl knelt over her head, beating her face with his gigantic meat club. "Scouts! Let's move!" "Where do we attack, Ma'am?" "We don't attack. We run." "But the gate is sealed!" "We'll head for the top of the stadium, then climb down the outside." It was a dangerous plan. Her scouts were expert climbers, but the stadium was tall and its outer face had few handholds. Some of her scouts would surely fall to their deaths. Nevertheless, Yarei had to warn the other Amazons, to tell them to run. To tell them that these westerners could not be defeated. "I SURRENDER!" The voice of the defeated queen echoed through the Arena of the Liberator. For a moment, no one moved. Then the men poured around the stadium, rushing at the Amazons. "GO!" she ordered. The squad of ten scouts, plus Yarei herself, raced for the top of the Arena. Yarei allowed herself one final glance at her beloved queen. She was kneeling before the Jarl, her lips stretched around the girth of his massive member. "I can't save you," she whispered. "Forgive me, my Queen." The eleven Amazons raced up the stands toward the top of the stadium. To their left, the male army broke into a makeshift line the Amazons had rallied to try to hold them back. Each and every woman who tried to fight back was being thrown down, having her clothes torn off, and getting raped. No matter how hard the Amazons fought, not a single man fell. From the throats of Amazons arose the sounds of fear, pain, anger, and despair. From the men, laughter and shouts as if they were merely hunting. Yarei's group rushed to the top of the stadium. The upper seats were deserted as their previous occupants had rushed downward to fight or make for the gate. However, in the back row sat a single man. Yarei recognized him as same the man who had been staring at her across the stadium earlier. How had he gotten here so quickly? He was young. Maybe even younger than Yarei. Unlike most of the westerners, he had no facial hair, and his smooth jaw was broad and strong. His brown hair was shortly cropped, except for a single braid which dangled from the nape of his neck. Above the waist he was bare, his torso slim but muscular and toned. Below the waist, he wore pair of fur breaches. He smiled and stood up. "I thought you might try something like this," he said. He began walking toward Yarei's group, in no hurry. "Scouts, spread out!" Yarei ordered. "He's alone, we can defeat him!" The ten scouts fanned out into a formation they had often practiced and attacked as a single unit. The sight made Yarei proud, for a moment. Then... The lone enemy somehow avoided every attack, then counterattacked, striking with punches to stomachs, kicks to chests, and chops to the back of necks. In seconds, all her scouts were down. The man didn't even look phased, as if he had merely stepped over a log or ducked under a branch on his way forward, as if her scouts were only minor obstacles. Yarei felt her legs give out. How could this be possible? She and her scouts had trained together every single day for the past two years. They'd fought together in countless battles. Never once had they failed to accomplish their mission. This man had beaten them with the ease of swatting flies. She fell to her knees as the enemy soldier continued toward her. When he was about a foot away from her, he paused, reaching into the hem of his pants. He pulled out his cock, fourteen inches of semi-erect meat dangling in her face. Yarei's jaw dropped. Were these all these westerners hung like horses? He pushed the plum sized head into her mouth before she could react. The salty taste of sweat assaulted her tongue. She nearly gagged. "You're name is Yarei, correct? I am called Ragnar." He spoke as if he was shaking her hand rather than shoving his dick into her mouth. "I lead the sixth legion of the Steel Horde. We have met once before, at the parley out on the plain when Jarl Edric met with your queen to agree to single combat. If you don't mind me saying so, I was much taken by your beauty. My favorite part was watching you walk away." Ragnar leaned over her to sneak a peek down at her ass. Yarei recovered her wits. What was she doing, allowing the enemy to approach her and shove his cock into her mouth without fighting back? She spat it out and lunged forward, striking at the side of his head with a fist. He stepped into her attack, catching her arm with ease. Then he pulled her head up and leaned his own head down to meet her mouth in a passionate kiss. Yarei was completely taken by surprise, and despite the situation, she found herself kissing back with equal passion. By the time he pulled his mouth away from hers, she was panting. "Forgive me my lady, it seems I have made a mistake. You see, where I come from when a woman kneels before a man it is considered a sign of submission, and usually indicates that she wants to suck his cock. I see now that you were just surprised." He smiled slyly. "Let me go," gasped Yarei, still breathless from the kiss. "I'm afraid I can't. Jarl Edric ordered us not to let any of your people escape from the arena unclaimed." "So you plan on 'claiming' me then, do you?" "I will. But only if you want me to." "I DON'T want you to. Let me GO!" She struggled. Ragnar released her, stepping back. "If that is truly your wish, then you will be claimed by another. My comrades by and large do not share my predilection for consent, but you will no doubt love it by the end." She rushed to the closest of her fallen scouts and felt for a pulse. Thankfully, she found one. The girl was beginning to stir. "Oh, don't worry about your subordinates," Ragnar said conversationally. "I didn't hit them very hard. They're only stunned. By the time they remember which way is up, they'll probably be stuffed full of cock like those girls down there." Yarei turned to look out over the arena. The last pockets of Amazon resistance were being broken up and pulled apart. Everywhere she looked, Amazons were on their backs with legs spread, on their hands and knees, held up in the air, and above or behind them were the men. On the floor of the arena, Hippolyta was being impaled repeatedly upon Jarl Edric's huge staff. Yarei tried to tell herself that the Queen's moans were moans of pain, that the squeals of the thousands of women being raped were cries of anguish, but she knew better. She felt heat rush to her loins. Ragnar walked up behind her, slipping his hands underneath her leather bikini top, squeezing her small, perky breasts. Yarei could feel his cock, now fully erect, pressed against her ass. She moaned hungrily as he whispered in her ear. "If I do not please you, then you may offer yourself to someone else, but I promise if you choose me, you'll not regret it. Submit to me, and you will live in a land as beautiful as it is hard. You will live in a great Long Hall that we will rule together, your authority second only to my own. You will have a warm hearth and warm furs to stave off the cold in the winter months. Your sons will be strong and your daughters beautiful and you'll have plenty of both. And I promise you pleasure, more then you've ever felt, every single night." Yarei moaned. "You seem different from the others," she gasped. Ragnar chuckled. "My comrades often mock me for my preoccupation with willingness in women. They ask me why it matters if a bitch protests at first if by the end she begs for your seed. I answer that for me, how a conquest begins is just as important as how it ends." Yarei's pussy ached. She needed to be filled, to be FUCKED. She was through resisting. "And how does it begin?" She asked. "It begins when you kneel before me of your own free will, and pleasure me with your mouth," he whispered. Yarei knelt. Ragnar's cock loomed over her, fully erect. The smell of it made her dizzy. Hesitantly, she opened her mouth and slipped the head past her lips, caressing it gently with her tongue. Only moments ago, the taste had nearly made her gag. Now she thought it was delicious. The sound of Ragnar's breath catching sent a jolt strait to her pussy. Yarei had never sucked a cock before, but she was determined to please her new master. She swirled her tongue around the swollen head and slid her stretched lips further down the shaft. After a few minutes he gently pushed her head away from his cock. She looked up at him, uncertain. "I think you've adequately demonstrated your willing submission. It's time to stake my claim." He gently guided her to her hands and knees in the stands. She looked over her shoulder as he pulled her sodden leather bikini down around her knees and rubbed the tip of his enormous pole against her lower lips. She tried to push herself back onto him, but he restrained her with a firm hand on her tight ass. "You really want it, don't you?" He chuckled. "Yes," she almost sobbed. "Then tell me, who owns you?" He kept teasing her entrance with the head of his huge cock. She needed so badly to be filled. "You own me." "Say my name," he demanded. "Ragnar," she breathed. "Who owns you?" "Ragnar owns me!" "Damn right." As he slowly thrust his hips forward, impaling Yarei on his fourteen inch dick and stretching her beyond what she had thought possible, Yarei realized that what she had been made to say was true. He really did own her. The realization brought her to her first of many orgasms. Her arms gave out as her pussy gushed fluids all over Ragnar's invading cock, her thighs, and the ground. "The pleasure is your reward for submitting to me like a good girl. Say thank you," he hissed, withdrawing until only the tip remained inside her and then thrusting once more to the hilt into her sopping cunt. "Thank you Ragnar! Thank you for making me cum!" As Yarei's second orgasm approached, her arms gave out and her upper body fell flat onto the bench. He grasped her wrists and began to pull her back into every thrust as he fucked her from behind. Her orgasm made her see stars. For a while, she pressed her hips back into him eagerly, fucking herself on his cock, but soon the constant barrage of orgasms drained all her strength, and she went limp, just passively being fucked. He roughly pushed her onto her back and slammed his cock back into her cunt in one brutal thrust. It took all the energy she had left just to remain conscious as orgasm after orgasm coursed through her body. He lay atop her, her small breasts mashing against his chest as he moved his head down to whisper in her ear. "I promised you we would have many children," he whispered. "Would you like to get started?" Her mind, which had been swimming in a pleasure filled haze, immediately sharpened into lust fueled focus. "Yes," she whispered back. Her legs seemed to rise of their own accord, curling around his waist. His downward thrusts into her sodden slit were becoming more and more erratic. "Beg me for it!" he hissed. "PLEASE, give me your SEED!" She shouted. "BREED ME! I want to be PREGNANT!" With one final, punishing thrust, Ragnar buried himself to the hilt in Yarei's sodden sex and began to unload. The sudden gush of nearly-scalding seed pushed her over the edge. Her vision went white, but her other senses were enhanced, rather than dulled. She could feel every drop of sweat on her skin, every bump in the bench through her back. She could hear and distinguish every orgasmic shriek and moan of pleasure that echoed through the stadium as well as the grunts of the men. And of course, she could feel every inch and every vein of the fourteen inch cock buried to the hilt in her muff and every drop of what must have been nearly a gallon of cum it was pouring into her womb. It was far more intense than any orgasm she had ever felt. Ragnar leaned in to kiss her once more, even more passionate than before, as both their orgasms began to wane. Ragnar had blasted so much spunk into her womb that Yarei felt bloated. She gasped for breath as he pulled away from the kiss, gently placing a hand on her stomach. "I can't wait to find out if our first is a boy or a girl." He smiled. Then, he withdrew his cock from her pussy. The cum inside her gushed out under considerable pressure down into the lower stands. Below the orgy still raged. There were no Amazons who still resisted. Many were participating eagerly. To the left, Yarei saw two former Amazon warriors on their knees, worshiping a single cock together. To the right, she saw one of Hippolyta's former generals riding a man who lay prone, tits bouncing wildly as she fucked herself on his rod. On the floor of the arena, the Jarl was thrusting into Queen Hippolyta from behind, fucking her downward into the sand. The queen's moans were audible anywhere in the arena. "It looks like my Jarl and your queen are still having fun," said Ragnar. "Why don't we sit down and watch them for a while?" He sat, reclining back into the row behind. Yarei pulled herself to her knees and moved her head forward, running her tongue along the length of Ragnar's cock. "Or, I suppose you could suck my dick." Ragnar laughed as Yarei took the head into her mouth. The taste of her own juices mixed with his cum was the best thing she had ever tasted. A feeling of contentment washed over her as she cleaned her master's cock. She knew she was right where she belonged. And she loved it. -------------------------------------------------- The next day, Yarei knelt naked on the lowest step of the Great Pyramid of the Goddess. In the square below, the entire population of Amazonia was packed cheek by jowl, surrounded by the Jarl's army. Next to her stood her master, Ragnar, fully clothed and armored in the chainmail of the Steel Horde. The other soldiers of the Jarl's ten thousand stood around the pyramid at regular intervals, each with one of his slaves kneeling at his feet. Most slaves were silent, heads bowed submissively. Ragnar was chatting amicably with her. "Is it not hot under all that mail and fur?" Yarei asked him. "Yes. Yes it is." "Then why do you westerners wear all that?" "Where we come from, it can get very cold. I'm guessing it never does down here in the jungles, judging by the way you Amazons dress." "In the summer it gets so hot we sometimes can't stand to wear anything at all. What is your home like, across the mountains?" "I live in a Long Hall just off of the Icy Coast. In the summer the land is beautiful but in the winter it's as cold and bleak as anywhere in the world. My father was lord of the hall before me. He died in a raid two years ago. I had to fight my brothers for the right to be the new lord. Killed two of them before the rest acknowledged me. That tore at my heart, killing the brothers I'd grown up with, but such is the Steel Way. Only the strong survive." "A hard creed to live by." "It makes us strong." From the square below emerged Queen Hippolyta, leading Serena, the High Priestess of the Goddess. Yarei caught her eye and smiled. Hippolyta nodded back, but did not return the smile. Yarei couldn't blame her. She knew that Hippolyta had been friends with Serena since childhood and Hippolyta thought of her like a younger sister. And now, she was dragging her strait into the hands of the Jarl and the public humiliation he would no doubt inflict upon her. Single Combat: The Scout Yarei felt like she was forgetting something. Wait. 'Like a younger sister?' Oh shit! "Master," she said, standing. "There's something I need to take care of. Will you allow me to go?" "Ragnar looked concerned, but he gave his permission. "But be quick about it," he said. "The soldiers are getting antsy to claim the women in the square. They might just grab you if you loiter about. Hurry back. Oh, and call me Ragnar, please." "Yes, Ragnar," she said, and hurried down into the square. She had to find Utala. The soldiers allowed her to pass unmolested. Well, not unmolested, they groped her rather aggressively, but they didn't stop her. She searched through the crowd for ten minutes before she finally found her kid sister Utala kneeling and mumbling a prayer to the Goddess in the middle of the crowd. "Utala, get up! We're getting out of here." "Yarei! Thank the Goddess you're alive, I feared you might have... have..." Tears welled up in Utala's eyes. Yarei embraced her younger sister. "C'mon. Its time to go." "No! We have no need to flee!" Utala broke the embrace, staring up at the pyramid with fervor shining in her eyes. "The Goddess will smite these invaders, you will see. She will show them the power of Femininity!" Yarei rolled her eyes. Unlike Yarei, Utala was very religious. She was studying to become a priestess. Just last month she had turned eighteen and had been accepted as an acolyte in the Pyramid. "We're not escaping. Come with me!" She dragged her little sister by the wrist. When they reached the line of soldiers, a sergeant barred their path. "My orders are to prevent any Amazons from escaping," he said. "If we were trying to escape, why would we be heading toward the pyramid?" countered Yarei. "Good point." He moved aside. "Its not like we can't catch you if you run anyway." Yarei dragged Utala through the line of men, enduring a constant barrage of tit-groping and ass-smacking. Utala must have been receiving the same treatment because she screeched, "Don't touch me you vile male PIGS! The Goddess will smite you for your lack of respect for the superior gender!" The men laughed. They passed through the line, working their way up the Pyramid's staircase. "Are we going to save the Queen and the High Priestess?" Yarei didn't answer. When they reached the top of the Pyramid's first level she pulled Utala aside. Ragnar was waiting right where she had left him. "Welcome back, Yarei," he said. "I suppose your business was concerning this young woman?" "Master Ragnar." She knelt. "I present to you my younger sister, Utala. Please take good care of her." Slowly, Ragnar walked over to her. "Are... Are you GIVING me your little sister?" His voice was full of wonder. He fell to one knee, looking Yarei right in the eye. "Well," she responded, "I wanted her to be claimed by someone kind and gentle, plus this way I can keep looking after her and-" Ragnar kissed her on the lips. After a few seconds, he pulled back. "I think I love you," he muttered. "But I AM going to fuck her, you know. I hope you aren't the jealous type." Utala was aghast. "Sister, have you SUBMITTED to a man? That's the worst sin a woman can possibly commit! Do you imagine the Goddess will allow you to go unpunished?" "Utala, do you really think, after all that's happened, that the Goddess can still protect us? And even if She can, I don't want to be protected. I want to be Ragnar's woman, and to bear his children. So will you, once he's has had his way. Just look at the Queen!" She pointed toward the top of the Pyramid, where Queen Hippolyta was enthusiastically burying her face into the balls of the western Jarl. "This is blasphemy!" screamed Utala hysterically. She turned and ran back down the staircase. "Shit!" Yarei raced after her. "I'll get her," Ragnar assured her. Even clad in all that steel, Ragnar still passed her easily, following Utala as she rounded the corner of the Pyramid. When Yarei turned the corner, she saw another westerner, much bulkier than her Ragnar, with Utala slung over his shoulder. Utala kicked and fought but her struggles were laughable against the huge invader. Ragnar stood, confronting him. "That one's mine, Lokfar," he said. His tone sounded casual, but she could hear the steel hidden beneath. "You obviously haven't claimed her yet, Ragnar, or she wouldn't be running away from you. I don't see why I should give her back." "Because," Ragnar said, resting a hand on the pommel of his sword. "she's mine." "Gods! She's just a woman. No need to get so upset. Whatever happened to 'comrades before cunts'?" "It just so happens that I am you're comrade," said Ragnar dangerously. "...and I am asking you to kindly find another cunt. This one. Is. Mine." "Fine," said Lokfar, setting Utala on the ground. Ragnar picked her up. Yarei rushed to them. "Utala, are you OK?" "No! I'm not fucking OK! A man is daring to lay his hands on me without my permission!" Yarei rolled her eyes. "Come on now. Back to our post." Ragnar carried Utala over his shoulder as Yarei walked beside him. Ragnar set Utala gently on the ground. "No more running," he said sternly. "If you're going to rape me, why don't you just get on with it!" spat Utala. "Who said I'm going to rape you?" He smiled. "I won't claim you until you submit to me willingly." "As if that could ever happen." "It could happen," Yarei broke in. "It happened to me. You don't think I submitted to him for no reason, do you Utala?" "What are you talking about?" Yarei knelt before Ragnar, fingeres deftly unfastening his belt. "I'm talking," she said, pulling his pants down around his knees, "about THIS." Utala's eyes nearly fell out of her head. "What... what is... That is the biggest, most obscene penis I have ever seen..." "Can you smell it?" Yarei asked her little sister. "Doesn't that smell make your head spin?" She took a long sniff, then gently caressed his balls with one hand while she ran her tongue along the flaccid shaft. It began to stir, hardening. Utala backed away. "Get that... that THING away from me!" "This 'thing', said Yarei, lapping gently at the head, "is going to give you so much pleasure, you'll feel like your brains have turned to mush and drained out your ears. This 'thing' will make you pregnant. It's probably knocked me up already. This thing will conquer you. C'mon little sis. You know you want to suck on it." Utala fell to her knees. Desire was plain on her face, but she held herself back. "I am an Amazon," she panted. "A chosen of the Goddess! I could never submit to a man..." "I deny the Goddess!" echoed the voice of the High Priestess from the top of the Pyramid. "Please let me cum! Please!" Utala's will broke as she heard the holiest woman in Amazonia shamelessly beg for dick. A tear trickled down her cheek. "Goddess forgive me," she whispered, and bent to take the head of Ragnar's cock into her mouth. Yarei watched as her kid sister bent to the task of worshiping their new master's rod. She had honestly not known whether or not she would be jealous until this very moment. Now, she realized, she was not jealous at all. In fact, she couldn't be happier. Her baby sister now had a new, kind master who would show her the joys of womanhood. Her master now had another willing slave to please his cock and bear his children. And Yarei had a sister to help keep her warm in the cold winter beyond the mountains. Yarei smiled, and bent to lick Ragnar's conquering shaft. There was plenty to go around, after all. Single Combat *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* But it was happening. He was stronger than she was. Faster. More skilled. Smarter. Better. Superior. She realized something. Her pussy was sopping wet. Wetter than she had ever been in her entire life. When had she started getting wet? She thought back. It was after he dodged her first attack, when she saw him standing there holding up her chainmail top. What was it he had said while effortlessly dodging her feeble attacks? 'The purpose of women is to be taken by the strong.' "I surrender," she whispered The barrage of punishing cockslaps stopped. He pulled her to her knees. "Why don't you say that a little louder so your people can hear you?" She drew a deep breath, then shouted at the top of her lungs, "I SURRENDER!" For a moment, the silence was deafening. Then all hell broke loose. The men rushed across the stadium as the women tried desperately to find a way out, or to fight back. Jarl Edric, Hippolyta's new master, pressed his dick against her lips. "Open up slave." She opened her mouth. The width stretched her jaw. "I can tell you've never done this before," he commented after a few minutes watching her struggle. "Don't worry, good cocksucking takes practice." He bent down, lifting her into the air, and spun her so she was facing away from him. He pulled her legs apart and held her up for all to see, a conquered Amazon Queen. No one was watching, though. The women were all busy trying not to be raped, and failing. Jarl Edric pushed his cock against the entrance of her pussy, and she felt her juices run out of her and onto it. Slowly, he lowered her downward, stretching her cunt beyond what she thought possible. As he slowly pulled her up and down his massive shaft, she watched, horrified but resigned, and also aroused, as her entire army was raped before her eyes. She saw one woman face down in the stands, the man atop her vigorously fucking her into the ground. She saw another woman being held in the air much as she herself was, only this woman was being taken by two men at once, their cocks pistoning out of her pussy and ass. Her head was thrown back in a silent scream. She saw Yarei and a squad of ten of her scouts attack an isolated man. Within three seconds, all ten scouts were on the ground. Yarei fell to her knees, mouth agape. She did not resist when the man pushed his cock into her mouth. Hippolyta's vision went white as she was overtaken by the most intense orgasm of her life. Her hips shook and she screamed as raw pleasure coursed through her body. When it ended, she found that she was still being slowly bounced up and down the Jarl's massive cock. The screams of fear, rage, and pain from the stands were fading, being replaced by moans of pleasure, cries for more. The Jarl lowered her to the ground and pushed her onto her hands and knees, entering her from behind. He began to increase the tempo of his thrusts, and soon she was cumming again. And again. And again. He kept fucking her harder. Soon her own tits were slapping her in the face with every thrust. She lost track of time. She didn't know which way was up and which way was down. All she knew was that there was a huge cock pounding her pussy, and that it owned her. Then slowly, the world regained focus. She was on her back, the Jarl fucking her from above. He had slowed his thrusts. The sun had moved across the sky since last she remembered, it was now early evening. He'd been fucking her for nearly three hours. "I'm going to cum soon," he grunted in her ear. She nearly came again just from the words. "Please master," she begged, her voice hoarse. "please cum inside of me. I want your cum so bad!" "No." He flatly refused "What?" "You've earned a load, bitch, but not a child. You don't get knocked up until you prove your absolute obedience to me." He pulled out, leaving her suddenly feeling empty. "Keel." Somehow she found the strength to climb to her knees. She caressed her breast with her left hand as the fingers on her right hand desperately tried to fill the void in her pussy and failed. Even after everything that happened, the sight of his cock in front of her face made her juices trickle onto her hand. His balls tensed up. She barely had enough time to close her eyes. It felt like a river of scalding goo was being diverted directly onto her. Her face, her neck, her tits, her belly, even her legs, the entire front of her body was completely coated in thick, hot spunk. She came one last time, gaping cunt desperately clutching at her fingers, wishing that all that cum was inside her. "BEHOLD!" Bellowed Jarl Edric, "THE QUEEN OF THE AMAZONS!" Cheers of men filled the Arena of the Liberator. Hippolyta brushed the cum out of her eyes. In the stands in front of her sat ten thousand men. Before them knelt ten thousand women, heads bobbing as they pleasured their new masters. Once they were warriors of Amazonia. Now they were sex slaves. Hippolyta finally collapsed, utterly spent. -------------------------------------------------- Nearly a month had passed since Hippolyta was claimed. The western army still occupied Amazonia. When word of her defeat in the arena had spread, every Amazon in the city had tried to flee into the jungle, but the city was already surrounded. The ninety thousand men the Jarl had left behind had simply captured the scouts, then marched on Amazonia, laying in wait in the surrounding jungle. It was all part of the Jarl's plan to capture Amazonia without killing any Amazons. 'The loss of a beautiful woman is a tragic waste', he explained, just like spilling expensive wine is a tragic waste. The statue of Hippolyta the Liberator was torn down as the army advanced into the city. The Amazons were all gathered in the Holy Square below the pyramid of the goddess. To prove her loyalty to her new master, Hippolyta dragged out the High Preistess of the Earth, the holiest woman in Amazonia, to the top of the pyramid and threw her at the feet of Jarl Edric. The amazons looked on as the Jarl raped their spiritual leader while their queen worshiped his balls. By the end, the High Priestess was begging for more, denying the goddess and exalting the cock. Both former leaders knelt before their new master as he emptied the contents of his balls all over their faces and tits. No Amazons had resisted since then. The westerners took every scrap of gold, every jewel, and all the food in the city, packing it all into chests. They were preparing to leave the city. The amazons followed dutifully behind their masters, completely unclothed, heads down. Hippolyta herself followed behind her master, the Jarl. "I want to show you something" he had said. He led her toward the northern city gate. Finally, they reached their destination. "The old statue commemorated the first Amazon Queen," Jarl Edric explained. "It's only fitting that the new one should commemorate the last." On the pedestal where the statue of the liberator once stood, there was now a statue of Hippolyta, kneeling before a statue of the Jarl, hands clasped behind her. The statue Jarl's semi-erect cock was draped over statue Hippolyta's face, whose mouth was firmly attached to the statue Jarl's balls. The statue evoked mixed feelings in Hippolyta. It reinforced her lust, her joy in servitude, but it also brought back memories of the statue that had been there before and of the time when she had been a warrior, feared by all. "Tomorrow we leave this city and journey back to my home across the mountains," continued the Jarl. He leaned in close, whispering in her ear. "I will impregnate you tonight." A flood of wetness poured down the inside of her thighs. And with that, the warrior queen Hippolyta was finally gone. Only the slave remained.