Amazon Steppes 1

By Pueros

Part One - Candidates

(Central Asian Steppes, May 320 B.C.)

16 years old Roxus was a handsome lightly tanned Scythian, part of a family group that had established a new settlement on the northernmost extremities of the lands claimed by his people. It was only after his capture that the youth realised that the ferocious raiders, torsos covered by leather armour, who had attacked, despoiled and pillaged his village at dawn, killing many in the process, were all young women.

Roxus had heard tales of the fierce Amazons, a 10,000-strong nomadic tribe consisting, apart from some slaves, entirely of females. They roamed the vast Steppes of Central Asia looking for fresh pastures for their many horses and new places to plunder. The youth knew that, because of the awesome reputation of the Amazons, it was not overly humiliating to have been overwhelmed and taken prisoner by their warriors. However, he could not help looking constantly shamed and downcast as he was led towards their huge encampment.

The very handsome brown haired and eyed youth had had his hands tied behind his back and his neck linked by rope to a mounted Amazon in front of him, whose pace was making the lad run. Roxus was not the only Scythian boy to have been abducted as three similarly looking and aged cousins were being dragged in the same way by three other horsewomen. All the captives were barefoot and dressed only in simple light brown sleeveless tunics with thong-like undergarments of a darker chestnut hue.

The Amazons did not make their new captives run all the way to their distant encampment, which was reached at dusk, but occasionally reduced their horses’ progress to a slow trot to give the youths some respite. The women did not want the young males to collapse on them through exhaustion, at least not yet.

Oil-fuelled torches on tall poles had already been lit when the temporary home of the Amazons was reached as the sun began to set. Roxus experienced a strange mixture of shame, fear and amazement as the large successful raiding party rode through the camp towards the magnificent tent of their Queen, horses draped with inanimate booty whilst four also displayed in their wake the young human male prizes. It was the latter that interested most of the many women and girls who emerged from under their canopies to cheer the returning heroes. Fortunately for the four captives, they could not understand the remarks being shouted at them as their humiliation would have been significantly intensified if they had been able to translate the ribald commentaries.

The beautiful 35 years old Queen, richly attired in white flowing low-cut robes that presented her splendid cleavage to erotic perfection, came out from her own tent to welcome the victorious warriors and accept the fruits of their expedition. The latter, including the young prisoners, was lined up on the ground before the monarch and she slowly walked along the linear display to inspect the pillage.

The youthful Scythians, hands but not neck still bound, had been located at one end of the line and were therefore last to be placed under the seductive gaze of the Queen. Roxus’ cock hardened involuntarily as the lovely monarch gently held his chin so that she could gain a better appreciation of the lad’s fine facial features.

“Excellent!” declared the Queen, having completed her perusal of all of the captured articles, before pointing to the non-human acquisitions and commanding “take those to my baggage tent; I shall distribute them tomorrow.” The monarch then gestured to the four tremulous youths and ordered “Take them to the slave stockade to rest overnight. In the morning, they are to be prepared for the selection ritual, which will take place as usual at midday!”

Roxus and his cousins were escorted to the stockade, a fenced area that was subdivided into four covered enclosures, two of which were empty. The young male quartet was placed in one of the latter. They were by now all very hungry and thirsty and desperate to urinate. They were therefore grateful to be unbound so that they could relieve themselves in a dark corner and to be given some bread and water. However, any thoughts that they might have nurtured about trying to escape later during the cover of darkness were thwarted when bonds were returned to their hands and added to their feet.

The young Scythians tried to untie each other during the night but found the twine knots impossible to unravel. They therefore eventually succumbed to uncomfortable slumber, fearfully wondering what the day ahead would bring and what role the youths located in two of the other enclosures played in the lives of the Amazons. Those imprisoned in one quarter of the stockade were attired in similar blue tunics whilst those in the other wore red.

Roxus and his cousins were awoken just after the dawn of a pleasant warm sunny day and, their feet unbound, were led by a young female warrior apiece to a big tent, inside which was a large bath made of strong hide with its shape secured by a wooden frame. The bath had already been filled with water warmed in pots heated over stone stoves. Four white sleeveless tunics, each emblazoned with a different black religious symbol, were hanging from pegs driven into tent poles along one wall.

The superintending Amazon, a fierce looking middle-aged woman, had the young Scythians held by their female warrior escorts and then first approached Roxus, with a very sharp knife in her hand. The youth, terrified that the woman was going to do him harm, began to struggle with his guard but this sign of resistance was quickly brought to an end by a feminine knee in his groin.

The older Amazon dragged Roxus by the hair back to his feet, from the floor where he had collapsed in agony, before using the knife to rip off the youth’s brown tunic, which was soon in shreds on the floor. The lad now stood before her dressed only in his thong undergarment, the full outline of his genitalia clearly apparent. This became even more obvious when a quick flick of the blade severed the garment’s waistcord and the cover fell to the ground.

Roxus blushed as the older Amazon began to examine carefully his superlative nude body, grunting regularly as she proceeded. The acutely embarrassed youth also heard the occasional quiet chortle from his younger female guard as his cock began to harden as a result of the unwanted attentions being paid to his sublime form.

The older Amazon gradually inspected every visible aspect of Roxus’ body, starting with his hair and heading downwards. However, the check of the youth’s anal virginity and genitalia were left for last. The young Scythian, now shamefully fully erect and damp with precum, almost came when the woman weighed his smooth ball sac in the palm of her left hand whilst manipulating his penis with the other to secure a view of the rampant member from all angles. The lad had particular difficulty in preventing ejaculation when the knife was now applied to his sexual organs, shaving away the few hairs that had grown on them. The blade was also used to eradicate the little crown of pubic hair above.

The older Amazon untied Roxus’ hands and gestured that he should raise his arms. The feel of his younger female guard’s short sword against his bare back encouraged compliance. The small patches of hair in the appalled youth’s armpits were then quickly despatched to the floor. However, the knife was not needed elsewhere as his torso and limbs were now nicely completely smooth.

The older Amazon signalled that Roxus should bathe and, as the young thoroughly abashed nude reluctantly proceeded to do so, the woman moved on to one of the youth’s cousins. Later, bodily cleansing completed to the satisfaction of the superintending female, the four naked Scythians were to be subjected to careful grooming by her hands before finally being allowed to redress in the white tunics but without undergarments. The lads, immaculately prepared according to custom, were then taken unbound to where the selection ritual was to take place outside the encampment, the middle of a large natural gentle hollow that would enable the whole tribe to watch the ceremonial.

The white tunics, with integral waistcord, worn by the four youths were very tight fitting, enabling the lovely bodily contours underneath to be easily perceived and appreciated. They were also very short, barely covering their loins. Roxus thought that it would only take a light breeze to reveal his privates.

When the apprehensive young Scythians, still held by their female warrior guards, arrived at the brow of the hollow, they discovered that virtually every Amazon of all ages was gathered on the embankments to watch whatever was now to take place. On the open space that comprised the centre of the natural bowl, the youths saw six short stakes had been driven into the earth several paces in front of where the Queen sat on an ornate wooden throne. She was flanked by young female warriors. They were all dressed in ceremonial attire comprising only short white topless skirts.

Roxus’ tunic ballooned outwards at the sight of the beautiful Amazons, firm breasts glistening as a result of the application of perfumed oils. The Queen’s nipples had been gilded. The youth felt his undisciplined cock beginning to throb.

A path through the anticipative throng was created by the female guards to allow their young charges to descend into the hollow to be re-introduced to the Queen. As Roxus approached the enthroned monarch, he saw that a young man in a red tunic stood next to her, apparently the only male present apart from the four Scythians. The youth was soon to discover the reason for this personage’s attendance for he was a fellow Scythian who would act as interpreter.

The four frightened youths were led to a spot midway between the stakes and the throne and placed in line abreast before the Queen. The lads’ original guards then disappeared, to be replaced by eight topless warriors carrying short multi-stranded whips. “You are to kneel before the leader of the Amazons,” announced the interpreter, “and thereafter do everything that is asked of you or you will be flogged!” The four Scythians, with Roxus’ tunic still exhibiting evidence of humiliating arousal underneath, reluctantly complied.

“There are two types of male who serve the invincible Amazons,” continued the interpreter in well-practised fashion, “those who are selected to assist the propagation of the race and those who instead slave for the almighty females, symbolised respectively by the wearing of blue and red apparel. Today, two of you will be chosen by way of challenge to wear blue and two red.”

Roxus had pondered how the Amazons bred and what happened if they produced sons. He was not to learn until later that such babies were simply exposed in some lonely place and left to die.

“The winners of blue tunics,” declared the interpreter, “will be required to service satisfactorily at least six great warriors a day or they will be transferred to red garments.”

Roxus had also wondered what happened to male slaves when they became too old to serve the women, as he had seen none in the stockade or around the encampment who looked older than twenty. He was to dislike the answer when he finally discovered what it was.

“I have to advise you,” the interpreter now said, “that those, like myself, who wear red do so because the colour is symbolic of the blood we spilt when we were emasculated!”

Roxus swayed as shock almost caused him to faint whilst he knelt before the Amazon Queen.

(To be continued in ‘Part Two – Selection’)