Above the arena, Bogra’s nine slaves watched the match calmly. The eldest, Cora, was an old hag already past her twentieth birthday. But she was clearly the queen bee. Bogra even allowed her to wear a thin silk sarong and gold jewelry in public, an unheard of concession. With a knowing, devilish grin, Cora stared straight into Sumi’s eyes across the arena. Darrion was a wealthy man, and although he kept only one slave, she was the best money could buy. Sumi was the daughter of an Amazon warrior, captured at the age of two, and some said that this explained her bright green, shimmering eyes. She wore nothing except the thin silver chains Darrion kept on her at all times. Sumi had been meticulously trained to obey her male superiors, and allow them the use of her body whenever they wished, like all Hitani women. But she knew that her master treated her well, and she feared what would happen if he should lose the duel.

Bogra lunged at his younger opponent and nearly fell over. Darrion easily dodged the blow and brought his own sword high over his head to lop off his enemy’s cock in one slice. He had played right into the old man’s hands. Darrion left himself undefended and Bogra brought his sword up from underneath Darrion’s bound genitalia. Both of them felt the sword enter Darrion’s body behind his balls, severing the cords before ripping up through his cock just behind the leather strap. The lump of meat fell with a plop into the sand. Bogra smiled as he watched Darrion roll on the ground, screaming, clutching at his empty, bleeding crotch. The King’s announcer conducted the ceremony transferring all Darrion’s property to Bogra.

“You’re my man’s bitch now!” Cora teased the new arrival with an eager, quivering smirk. Surrounded by nine women in an unfamiliar home, Sumi was too scared to do anything but sit in the corner and tremble. Cora and the others touched her everywhere, stroking the smooth skin of her tummy, pinching her nipples, playing with her cunt. The lesser slaves threatened to sodomize her with their toys or chew on her delicate clit. Cora cut them off and commanded the new initiate to suck her. She stood over Sumi and spread her thick lips wide. Sumi just cried quietly. Cora slapped her across the face, and Sumi fell meekly into a heap on the floor. Furious, the older woman kicked her repeatedly, stopping before doing any permanent damage to her master’s property. When she could do no more to hurt the girl, she stormed out of the room. The lesser slaves snickered. They knew where Cora had gone. Some of them instinctively covered their pussies. An hour later Bogra and a eunuch with a red-hot tool came into the room, followed by Cora, head held submissively low. Bogra pointed to Sumi and the women held her down. The assistant knelt between her parted thighs and pressed the brand into the soft flesh of her labia. She sizzled and screamed while everyone laughed. She was bandaged and tossed onto a cot to cry herself to sleep.

It was several nights before Bogra finally decided to break in his new addition. He pulled Sumi off the floor cushions and bent her over the divan. He spat on his huge knobly trunk and mounted her. It took a lot of force to squeeze his cock head into her tiny twat, and by the time he was in to the hilt she was screaming for him to stop. Bogra didn’t mind a bit of theater, and he knew she would calm down with time; Cora screamed so loud the first time he had to beat her unconscious before he could enjoy himself. The rough scratching of his cock against her insides provided plenty of friction, and he emptied his stones into her bloody cunt quickly. Now he could take his time with the second round. He savored Sumi’s pitiful begging to spare her battered pussy any further invasion. “Why not? I’m feeling generous tonight.” Bogra grabbed a handful of her soft hips and pushed his fat cock against her puckered rose. Sumi tried to protest but his thrust cut off her voice. She could feel her body being torn and ripped by his massive organ. Before she could slide off the divan onto the floor he was piercing another of his slaves while two more nibbled on his stones.

When the sun came up Sumi was still lying on the floor. Her cunt was on fire. Several of the lesser slaves had come to poke fun at her, and rub her swollen red lips. Sumi mustered enough strength to curse them under her breath but could barely move. From the floor she saw Cora walk slowly towards her. Had Cora gone through the same agony? The same humiliation? How could she tolerate such treatment? Sumi managed to squeak out a little whimper “He’s a monster. Why?” Cora was sharp and aggravated. “Why not? He can do what he wants! He is a man and a warrior, so you just shut your little mouth before you spill semen on the floor.” Sumi shut her eyes to force back the tears. She had cried for nearly a week straight and a tight little ball was forming in her stomach. “Why are you defending him? He raped me... He... He killed my master! Only a monster would challenge a man to a duel who has done him no wrong! I can never forgive him, the bastard!” The room went silent. For a woman to insult a man in such a way was a capital offense. Even Sumi was surprised by her words. But Cora just smiled. “It wasn’t his idea, it was mine. Every good idea that old prick ever had was mine. I made him a general. I made him a rich man, and I made him the new owner of your ex-master’s estate. My master will be the King someday. And besides, it got me so hot to see him nut your little sweetheart” The little knot in Sumi’s stomach clenched and she lunged at Cora, surprised by her own strength. But Cora’s toadies caught her in mid flight and fell on her like demons. They scratched, bit, and kicked her until her voice went hoarse. Then Cora squatted over the young girl’s face and let go. Each slave took turns pissing on the humiliated girl, laughing the whole time.

Sumi didn’t dare move from her cot all day; something had snapped within her. When night fell, Bogra came for two of his younger slaves, but left Sumi. When the others had gone to sleep, she crept out the window and climbed down to the alley below. Normally there would be guards, patrolling for unaccompanied women, but the street was completely empty and eerily quiet. Then she heard screams from the next neighborhood over. Greek Fire flew through the air and smashed into buildings above her. A mob of bruised and beaten Hitani warriors ran past her away from the noise “It’s an ambush! The War-Bitches are in the city!” Their cocks bobbed comically as they tried to flee. A phalanx of fresh young warriors came from the opposite direction and held their ground against the inevitable. Sumi saw that most of them still had bronze rings through their cock heads. A low rumble grew louder as the Amazons poured into the alley. Arrows pierced the front row of Hitani and swords cut down the second. Sumi noticed one Amazon in particular. She was truly ancient by Hitani standards, nearly thirty, but she was more beautiful than any woman Sumi had ever seen. She wore only a light breastplate, a pleated leather skirt and tall boots, and carried only a sword that sliced through the men’s bodies effortlessly. Sumi watched as the warrioress opened one boy’s throat, kicked out his comrade’s teeth, then removed both their unused dicks in one terrible swing. In less than a minute the skirmish was over and the Amazons were casually harvesting cocks by the handful. Sumi thought they had not noticed her, but the commandress grabbed her by the throat when she had her fill of cocks and held a sword to Sumi’s belly.

“No! No, please! I am a woman, like you!” The Amazons laughed and one shouted to the leader “Mistress Reisa, just gut the little Hitani fuck-hole.” But the commandress saw something about Sumi’s eyes that made her put down her sword. “Alright, cum bucket, we’ll just see how much you are like us. Where do you live?” Sumi pointed a shaky finger at the building directly behind her. The troop marched immediately, dragging their captive behind them.

Bogra’s house was in a panic. No one dared to flee because the streets were crawling with War-Bitches. Most of the servants were huddled in the attic, but the sex slaves were locked in the harem. When Reisa broke down the door ten frightened women were shaking in the corner. The Amazons slaughtered the Hitani whores. Reisa shoved her weapon up the cunt of one fleeing slave and slit the throat of another. When she imbedded her sword in a screaming young girl’s belly, just above the pubic bone, the scream became a sputtering gurgle. Sumi looked for Cora and found her hiding under a low table. Two Amazons pulled her out, intent on fileting her. “No, let me do it!” One warrioress offered her sword to Sumi who hacked off Cora’s genitals piece by piece. Cora screamed as bloody chunks of labia fell from Sumi’s sword. Before the job was finished Reisa shouted “Hey, look at this! This cunt has something extra!” She pulled Bogra out from under a blanket amid peals of laughter. Sumi begged to be the one to claim his dick. “Sorry, my young trainee, but this cock is valuable. He’s mine... You can tease him before the cut, though.” Sumi knelt between Bogra’s legs and breathed heavily so he could feel it on his cock. She licked his stones and his limp dick, but he was too terrified to get an erection. She sucked one ball into her mouth and rolled it around with her tongue. She slurped the giant soft head into her lips and bathed it with her tongue. As she sucked on his weapon, he finally reacted. When he was half erect she couldn’t fit even his head in her mouth, and began stroking the sticky wet shaft with both hands while licking his hole. She played with the tiny lips of his cock head until she could taste something acrid. Before he could come she bit the very tip of his dick and pulled it away from his body. Reisa got the signal and removed the whole organ cleanly from its former owner. She ordered the troop to move on to the next house, and they quickly deserted the room full of dead and dying Hitani bitches.