In the Amazon's Arena

A captured male and an Amazon do battle for the entertainment of the 
High Priestesses; a male vs. male match to follow.

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In the Amazon's Arena

Harla lay back on the animal skins atop her bed and sighed.  In the 
last few years, she had matured into an even greater beauty.  No 
longer was she a skinny, flat-chested girl--a steady diet of penises 
and testicles had filled out her pink-nippled breast and feminized 
her once boyish hips.  A sensuous bulge of firm flesh curved gently 
down into a light patch of blonde pubic hair, and the rounded globes 
of her ass were parted to allow the entrance of her lover's tongue.  
Maeya, who knelt before her co-priestess, was still rangy--the 
cockmeat she had eaten had made her slender and strong, with firm 
muscles, small, dark nipples.  The hair on her head had retained its 
dark blond color, but the tangled, wetted hair of her cunt was dark 
brown.



As her lover's tongue pried into her sweet sphincter, Harla lifted 
her legs into the air and spread them, allowing her lover better 
access to her butthole.  She shuddered with delight as the tongue 
swept across her puckered rosebud.  Then she felt the hot tongue  
push into the cave of her ass, felt her butthole and cunt begin to 
contract as she orgasmed, crying out "Ahhh, sweet Maeya, how I come 
at your command!"  Maeya lifted her head from between Harla's 
cheeks.  "How sweet is your asshole! " and collapsed on top of her 
lover.



Harla stroked Maeya's head.  The sweet plundering of her asshole had 
brought back memories from long ago, when she and her lover had 
witnessed the lovemaking of two male Hitani warriors, how the one had 
rammed his cock into the other's entrails so they they both shot 
their filthy cum together.  The experience, she recalled, had been 
almost as delightful as when she and Maeya had castrated the two 
warriors as they lay, supine from enjoying each other.  And now she 
had an idea.



"Maeya," she said.  "I have been thinking of something."



"Mmmmm," murmered Maeya, taking one of Harla's nipples into her mouth 
and sucking it as though she were a babe.



"You know those sailors ,"  said Harla, thinking of the three males 
who had been washed up on the shore a few days ago, "we have not yet 
decided their fate.  They were not taken it battle, so it seems 
unfair to take their balls without a fighting chance."

Maeya released the breast from her mouth.

"They are worthless males.  Surely you are not suggested we keep them 
as sperm slaves . . . they have not earned that right."



"No, of course not.  But perhaps they could earn the right to keep 
their genitals."



"How?" 



"A combat in the arena!  We could pit one of the males against one of 
our guards.  If she wins, she will harvest her first cock and be 
promoted to warrior.  If he wins, he can keep his cock and balls and 
serve as a sperm slave for the remainder of his life."



"Agreed.  But what of the other two?"



"Let them fight each other.  Only instead of fighting to the death, 
the victor will be the one who rapes his opponent's ass!



"By the cunt hair of the goddess, you are a pervert of the worst 
order!  What an excellent idea!"



And so it was agreed.  The very next day, the Amazon warriors filled 
the great arena outside the temple.  The first combat was to be 
between the guard and the male.



The guard was a tall, blonde girl, with high, small breast and long 
legs.  She was dressed only in a leather belt from which hung her 
castration knife.  The male was a Persian.  He had been chosen to 
fight the girl because his cock was the smallest of the three males, 
and Maeya felt that no Amazon should suffer too much if she were to 
be defeated by a male.  Still, his cock was of good size, seven 
inches long, with a short sack the kept his balls close up to the 
shaft of his penis.  He was naked, and unarmed.



The trumpets blew, the two contestants saluted the Co-Priestesses and 
the combat began.  At first, the two simply circled each other.  The 
Amazon had drawn her knife, but its inward curving blade made it an 
akward weapon.  At last, though, the girl went on the offensive, 
thrusting forward.  The Persian caught at her arm, seizing it, trying 
to wrest the knife from her grasp.  But as he focused his attention 
on the knife, the Amazon saw an opening.  She kicked up, her sharp 
toes slamming into his balls.  With a shriek, he bent over, yet still 
kept hold of the girl's knife arm.  With a curse, the Amazon kicked 
again, missing his balls but striking the corded muscles of his 
stomach.  He released her arm, and fell to the ground, curled in a 
ball.  The Amazon fell back--her arm felt as though it were nearly 
broken, and the tendons of her elbow were unresponsive.  She charged 
again, but the Persian was just alert enough to send his foot flying 
into her stomach, and she dropped onto her hands and knees.  Despite 
the pain in his balls, he managed to lurch to his feet.  He stumbled 
over to the girl and lifted his knee into her face.  There was a 
crack as her jaw broke, and she rolled over onto her back, the knife 
lying beside her.  With a cry of triumph, the Persian kicked her legs 
apart and threw himself on top of her.  His cock stiffened as he 
rubbed against her cunt, and he thrust himself into her, pumping his 
hard meat in and out of her cunt!  She cried out in her pain and 
humiliation.  The thought of raping this bitch while all the others 
watched was more than the Persian could stand, and he soon shot his 
seed into her cunt.  He then pulled out of her, proudly displaying 
his still hard cock to the audience!



"Behold my triumph, war bitches!  See how my proud cock desecrates 
your champion's cunt! "



Maeya leapt to her feet.

"Fool!" she cried.  "That was no champion, but a worthless guard who 
has never taken a cock in battle!  Now you will fight a true Amazon 
champion!"  With that, Maeya stripped off her own tunic and leapt, 
naked, into the ring.



"Proud bitch," cried the Persian.  "Have you not already beheld the 
power of my cock!  How you will suffer as I rape your cunt before 
your subjects!"



Filled with overconfidence, he charged at her.  Maeya, a seasoned 
warrior, sidestepped his rush, then spun on one foot, driving the 
other into his kidney as he rushed by.  He shuddered in pain, drawing 
up short.  Now Maeya leapt onto his back, digging her nails into his 
eyes and wrapping her legs about his waste so the her heels could 
smash his unprotected balls.  Now he fell forward onto his hands and 
knees, then rose again trying to throw the war bitch.  Blinded, his 
balls in agony, he danced around the arena, until at last he managed 
to throw Maeya from his back.   He stumbled, enraged, tears streaming 
from his eyes, bent over from the pain in his balls.  Now Maeya rose, 
delivering a blow to his face.  His nose disintegrated, and he 
dropped to his knees.  His hands came to his face, leaving his balls 
exposed.  Maeya kicked his balls three times in rapid succession, so 
that he fell over into a sobby heap.  She seized his hair, pressing 
his bloody face to her cunt and pissed into his open mouth.  Then she 
hurled him back on the ground and seized his legs, spreading them 
into a V and giving her access to his balls.  Again and again she 
drove her heel into his nuts until he was unconcious, his balls 
completely smashed into nothingness.  She found the knife, and used 
it to slice off the Persian's cock, which she stuffed into his own 
mouth.  Then she squatted over his empty crotch and shat, her long 
turd lying where his penis had once been.



"Behold, the shit-cock!" She cried.  The Amazons in the stands were 
laughing and cheering as Maeya rose from the Persian's broken body.  
Hopefully, the next combat would be as entertaining.



To be continued . . .