Her Test Of Womanhood By Ms, Athena

Her name was Lasha. She was the daughter of Shata, High Priestess of the Mother Goddess, and Queen of the Laqui tribe of Nomadic Amazons. It was the day of her twelfth birthday. The day she would have to go forth alone on a manhunt to prove her fitness to take her place as an Amazon warrior. She woke up with the rising sun, and hurried to the temple tent to pray to the Mother Goddess for success in her test of womanhood. Her prayers over, she assembled the few items she would be allowed to take with her. A water bag, some food, her knife, and a boomerang. Then she put on her hunting belt to which her items were attached. The belt being the only clothing she was allowed to wear until she earned the warrior’s right to wear a skirt. When she was ready, she left the encampment, and headed for the distant river.

Nearing the river she crept silently, like the serpent, through the jungle. She could hear him long before she could see him. He was a young man, no more than twenty years of age. He was naked, and splashing in the water of the river as if there was no danger he had to look out for. Silently she moved as close to him as she could get without exposing herself. Then she reared up and let loose her boomerang, hitting him on the side of his head knocking him unconscious. The boomerang returned to her, and was put back in her belt. Then she cut some vines to use as ropes.

She ran out to him, and before he could regain consciousness she tied his hands behind his back, and his ankles together. Then she threaded a long vine under his shoulders, and tied it so that she would have a way to drag him back to her tribes encampment. It took all of her strength to pull his dead weight through the jungle. During the trip back he woke, and began to curse at her. When he did, she dropped the tow vine, went over to him, and kicked him in his balls to shut him up. After many stops to refresh herself, she arrived back at her tribes encampment.

As she pulled him to the center of the camp the young girls taunted him. They struck him with sticks, and threw mud on him. The old women licked their lips as they commented on the size of his cock and balls. The warriors smiled, and told her what a great prize she had brought to the tribe. He was dragged to a mound near the campfire. His ankles were untied, and then retied to stakes that held his legs wide open. Vines were tied to his elbows, and to stakes. His wrists remained tied behind his back. She went into the temple tent to thank the Mother Goddess for her successful hunt.

Returning to her captive she walked around him seven times, taunting him, and savoring the terror in his eyes as he looked up at her. She took her knife, and stroked his shaft with the side of the blade, laughing as he tried to shrink away from her. Then she squatted over his head facing his manhood. Make me a woman, she said, and I may allow you to live as my slave. Make me a woman, and I may even allow you to keep your manhood. She lowered her budding womanhood to his lips.

He licked, and sucked on her womanhood as if his manhood, his very life depended on it, which indeed it did. She reached forward, and took his manhood into her hands. At her touch it grew to monestrous size. She massaged his balls, as she rocked her hips grinding her womanhood hard against his face. She was moaning in pleasure as her climax was nearing. She stretched his ball sack, and held it up against his cock so that she could grasp both the base of his cock, and the top of his ball sack in one hand. Then as she reached her orgasm, she screamed the scream of a woman experiencing pure pleasure. Before her orgasm could subside she cut off his cock, and balls in one swift slice of her knife.

Holding her prize overhead so all could see it, she lowered her womanhood to cover his nose, and mouth. Then she squeezed her thighs together cutting off any chance he would have to breathe. She suffocated him to death with her womanhood. The old women of the tribe trussed his body to a spit, and placed it over the campfire to roast. They took his cock and balls from her and cooked them on a hot rock. The cooked cock, and balls were given to her. She ate them as was her right. Her mother wrapped the skirt of a warrior around her, and fixed it in place. That night the tribe dined well on man meat as they celebrated her becoming a woman, and a warrior.