In the Amazon's Arena II

A defeated Amazon pays the penalty and two males do battle for the 
Amazon's amusement

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Amazon's Arena Part II

Triumphantly, Maeya raised her hands to acknowledge the cheering 
crowd.  As the crowd's cheered died down, her lover, Harla leapt from 
her seat in the royal box.



"What of the guard bitch?"  she cried.



Maeya turned.  In her excitment, she had completely forgotton the 
guard whom the Persian had defeated.  The tall, slender blonde still 
lay in the arena, her broken jaw slack, her slim, white thighs still 
splayed open displaying her lightly haired slit, which leaked forth 
both her virgin's blood and the dead Persian's cum.



"Her cunt has been defiled!" Harla continued, for such was her nature 
that she reserved her greatest cruelties for other women, and often 
in private feasted on the tits and labia of the Amazon's of other 
tribes who were taken in battle.



"She has been defeated by a worthless male!  She is no longer and 
Amazon!  Let her pay the price!"  For it was a law that any Amazon 
defeated by a male was unworthy of the name.  The poor girl would be 
sent into the dungeons, to live out her life harvesting the sperm of 
male prisoners into a bucket so that those Amazons chosen to breed 
could conceive without have to have a male organ violate their bodies.



"Shave her cunt!  Shave her cunt!"  The crowd began to cry.  This was 
the traditional mark of shame for an Amazon.  To have her cunt hair 
shaved was, in the eyes of an Amazon, the equivalent of 
castration; also, her clitoris would be cut out.



"I have no razor!" cried Maeya.  Always ready to harvest a cock, 
Maeya felt a pang of guilt and hurting a fellow Amazon, even one who 
had thus been disgraced.



Now it was Harla's turn to leap into the arena.  



"I will take care of this bitch."  She knelt over the girl, and 
seized a handful of cunt hair.  With a violent wrench, she yanked the 
yellow tuft!  The poor girl screamed inchoately at the pain.  She 
tried to cross her legs and even dared to attempt to shove Harla off 
her.  But cruel Harla seized another handful of cunt hair, so that 
the girl's struggles caused her such pain that she full back 
exhausted.  



"Give me the knife!," cried Harla.  Maeya handed the knife to her 
lover and consort.  Harla sat hard on the guards stomach, forcing the 
air from it.  She leaned over, flicking the dull edge of the blade 
against her tiny clit, so that it grew swollen and blossomed forth.  
The girl squealed in agony and fear!  How often she had laughed as 
the cocks of male prisoners went to their doom throbblingly erect; 
now her own clit was begging for its fate as though she, too, desired 
to be unsexed.



Now Harla ran the knife across the girl's labia.  The girl was 
gasping now, unable to control her pleasure.  Tears of humiliation 
streaked down her face, but she could not help herself.  Her cunt 
gaped still further, releasing more of the Persian's seed to drip 
down upon the sand.  Harla inserted the handle of the knife into the 
open orifice.  This triggered the girl's orgasm.  Harla quickly 
withdrew the knife and, with a practiced flip, sliced through the 
erect clit.  The girl shrieked as her tiny pink sex fell to the 
ground.  Harla ground her own cunt against the girl's belly, then 
gasped at her own orgasm.  By the cunt hair of the goddess!  Tonight 
she would order two of her page girl's to whip each other's hairless 
pussies while another licked her cunt!  And the main event was yet to 
take place!



A few minutes later, Maeya and Harla had returned to the royal box.  
The girl had been taken from the ring and cast into the Sacred 
Dungeons.  No doubt at this very moment she was harvesting the sperm 
of some prisoner.



And now the two males were lead into the ring.  In a frenzy of 
excitement, Harla and Maeya both commanded their favorite page girls 
to lick their cunts to orgasm.  



The first male was a Nubian, from distant Afric shores.  His name was 
M'ondo, and he was taller than average.  His chest and waist were a 
perfect V.  His buttocks were chunky but muscular, and his slim legs 
seemed to slender to support his frame, though they were heavily 
muscled.  His cock was flaccid, but he was proud of its 8" length 
when fully erect.  His balls, which hung quite low, were the size of 
walnuts, and burst with his unspent seed, for he had been at sea for 
months.



The other male was a Hitani.  LIke most of his race, he was tall--
taller than M'ondo,  somewhat more slender, though his legs were 
heavier.  His name was Alarn, and he had long blonde hair.  His cock 
was proudly erect, and the sight of it caused both the crowd and his 
opponent to gasp at it.  It was 10" long.  Its circumsized head was 
as big as a pagegirl's fist; each of his balls was the size of a 
lemon and his sack hung down nearly between his knees.  Nothing was 
dearer to the heart of a Hitani warrior than sodomy, and they cared 
not whether they plundered the ass of a woman or a man, so it was 
that Alarn was far more eager to sample the ass of the African than 
the African was to sample his.



The trumpets sounded, and the two combantants moved towards each 
other.  In the royal box, Harla turned and spoke to her naked lover.



"I'll wager 100 cocks and my youngest page girl on the African," she 
said.



"Ha!" laughed Maeya.  "Behold the hardness of the Hitani's cock!  He 
is far more eager for this combat than your man!  I accept the bet."



In the ring, the two males locked arms, engaging in a test of 
strength.  Slowly, the heavier build of the African began to tell, 
and the Hitani began to drop.  However, he shifted his weight, and 
using the leverage of his powerful leg he shoved M'ondo away.  
Quickly, he followed up his temporary victory, ducking and slamming 
his shoulders into the black man's ribs.  M'ondo's breath escaped 
with a pained gasp, and he fell.  Alarn then leapt at him, but the 
M'ondo rolled away.  The Hitani hit the ground hard, winding 
himself.  The two men struggled to their feet.  Incredibly, despite 
their exertion, Alarn's cock was still fully erect!  M'ondo resolved 
to repay his oppenents impudence.  He rushed the Hitani, and ducked 
under his counterpunch, wrapping his arms around the other warriors 
stomach and driving him to the ground.  Quickly, M'ondo rose up, and 
then dropped his knee onto the Hitani's proud organ.  M'ondo felt the 
Hitani's giant balls give, the splatter hard against the ground.



Alarn screamed, trying and tried desperately to free his balls which 
were pinned against the ground.  He drove his fingers into the 
African's eyes, forcing him to back away.  Alarn could do no more 
than curl up in a ball, clutching his nuts.  To his amazement, they 
were still intact, the inflamed and in agony.  He felt the rough 
hands of the African roll him so that his buttocks were thrust into 
the air, but his balls hurt to much to resist.  Now M'ondo dropped to 
his knees and thrust his still limp cock at the Hitani's ass.  But it 
was useless.  The Amazons hooted with derision as his limp dick 
failed to claim his victory.



Filled with anger, he rose and began shouting at the crowd.

"Which of you bitched will face me?  Step in the ring, cunts, and 
you'll find my cock hard enough!"



But as he shouted, his eyes spied the royal box, and how the young 
page girl's greedily sucked and licked the cunts of the two 
priestesses.  He felt his cock rise at the sight.  Quickly, he 
turned, his own cock filling.  But during the respite, Alarn had 
struggled to his feet.  He was bent over, breathing hard.  M'ondo 
attacked again, driving a kick into his oppenents balls.  The Hitani 
dropped again.  And M'ondo was on him, driving his cock into the 
Hitani's bowels.  Of course, the Hitani had been fucked by huge 
Hitani cocks throughout his days as a page, and even M'ondo's large 
tool slid easily into his grasping sphincter.  As the African reamed 
his ass, he felt his own balls begin to boil, and he brought his hand 
down to touch his own heavy cock.  



How the Amazons loved the show!  One male being raped by another, 
while he beat his own meat!



M'ondo, who nothing of the customs of the Hitani, was disgusted at 
the sight of the Hitani playing with his own cock and resolved to 
teach him a lesson.  He pulled his cock from the Hitani's ass, and 
seized the Hitani's hair, spinning him around.



"Lick the shit from my cock, girl-whore!" he cried, thrusting his 
cock deep into the Hitani's open mouth.  Of course, this, too, was a 
service a young warrior was expected to provide his master before he 
had been circumsized and bedded by a sacred prostitute in the temple 
of the War God.  So he took M'ondo's cock in his mouth and began to 
suck it, pleased at its size and flavor.   



Still, it would not do to be defeated and forced to suck a cock as 
though he were still a boy and not an man.  So as he felt M'ondo's 
first tell-tale spasms, he bit down hard on the African's cock.  His 
teeth shredded the stiff meat, causing M'ondo to scream and yank his 
cock from his enemy's mouth.  Blood pumped from the nearly severed 
organ, and M'ondo backed away, clucthing his ruined manhood.  At the 
sight, Alarn's own cock burst forth his white seed, which rained down 
on the floor of the arena to the delight of the Amazons.  M'ondo knew 
his cock was destroyed.  Never again would he enjoy a woman.  He was 
defeated, yet he would not go down alone.  Somehow, despite the pain, 
he again charged Alarn, who had staggered to his feet, his cock still 
dripping cum.  He seized the surprised Hitani by the throat and by 
the balls, bench pressing him above his head.  Then he squeezed the 
Hitani, crushing his windpipe and his balls.  He felt the two balls 
crush together, and tightened his grip until at last he felt a 
popping.  The Hitani hung, limp, his balls shattered, his lungs empty 
of air.  He threw the Hitani down, and dragged him around the arena 
by his balls, then collapsed.  His own life force flowed from between 
his legs as he cradled his shredded penis in his hands.



Above him, the crowd was going insane with excitment.  Never before 
had so popular a spectacle taken place in the arena.  Harla and Maeya 
embraced, and all the women in the stands fell on each other, 
tonguing and licking each other until the moon rose.