A Warrior's Tale

A warrior describes the mass castration of his companions at the 
hands of the Amazons

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After the Amazonıs attack, we, the proud-cocked Hitani, had lost more 
than 1,000 warriors.  It was our worst and most humiliating defeat at 
the hands of the war bitches, and we all swore our revenge would be 
great.  How shameful for our warriors to have their balls taken by 
women, who were meant to serve our mighty cocks!  Only a few dozen of 
their own warriors had we captured, raping their cunts and asses in 
revenge for our shaming, and our strong, hard cocks ached for more.



We dragged home as many of the desexed corpses of our fellows as we 
could, turning the bodies over to their weeping slave girls for 
burial.  Then we planned our great revenge.  Our Lord swore on his 
own mighty balls that we would burn the citadel of the war bitches, 
and that he himself would fuck the ass of their High Priestess and 
make her eat his sperm even as she had devoured the cocks of his 
warriors.



And so we marched out from our city, seeking to do battle with the 
war bitches again.  But again we were defeated, for the vicious cunts 
fell on our encampment as we lay sleeping.  I myself had just drained 
my balls into the ass of a young fuck bitch I had been presented with 
by my lord and was drifting off to sleep when the attack came.  
Luckily, my tent was near the center of our camp, so I had time to 
grab my sword and defend myself.



I was shamed to go into battle without an erection, but the speed of 
the war bitches attack had given none of us time to prepare our cocks 
for battle.  It is our custom to bind our balls and cocks with thongs 
of leather, causing our balls to hang low in our sacks for if a 
Hitani warrior is killed, he hopes that the victor will eat his balls 
as a warriorıs balls are the source of his strength and bravery, so 
that if his balls are eaten his strength will live on after his death.



I slew one of the bitches, driving my sword into her belly where it 
was unprotected by her leather skirt or bronze breast plate.  I 
stepped outside my tent, and another war bitch was on me, swiping her 
short sword at my cock.  My blade bit into her arm, and she fell.  I 
wanted to rape her, but around me I could see that our army was 
routed.  I turned and ran into the trees, the arrows and stones 
hurled by the war bitches whistling around my ears.  Then I felt a 
thump at the back of my head, and I fell to the ground in blackness.



When I awoke, the sun was overhead.  Below me, in what had been our 
encampment, I heard cries of pain mixed with laughter.  Carefully, I 
crept back, hiding in the brush around the edge of the camp. 



There I saw some fifty Hitani warriors bound to trees.  The war 
bitches were beating their cocks and balls with switches cut from the 
branches of the trees, so that the warriors cried out in agony as the 
sharp sticks cut into their cocks and balls.  The bitches laughed, 
thinking this most humorous.  Many of the warriors cocks were lashed 
until they bled, and one warriorıs ballbag broke open so that his 
balls fell out onto the ground, much to the delight of the war 
bitches.  



I also saw a wagon, and on that wagon was a great cask of wine.  Two 
naked Amazons stood in the center, and around the wagon was a great 
pile of cocks and balls cut from the dead warriors.  As I watched, 
the war bitches around the cart would quickly slice open the severed 
scrotums, then toss the balls into the girls in the vat who then 
dropped the balls into the wine to preserve them for later eating.  
Sometimes, one of the girls in the vat would slip and fall with a 
splash, flailing and slipping around on the slimy, wine-soaked orbs.  
This, too, amused the war bitches who would laugh loudly.



The other women would toss the cocks and emptied scrotums to another 
gang of women, who would slice off the empty sacks, then butterfly 
the cocks which were then dropped into small barrels of salt.  Some 
of the empty scrotums were boiled to remove the hair, then chopped up 
finely and stuffed with spices and grain into the largest t ballsacks 
to make sausages.



To my horror, my own cock soon became erect as I viewed the naked war 
bitches visiting such tortures and abuse on the cocks of my fellow 
warriors, and I soon shot forth my seed violently  to the distance of 
several feet without so much as touching my cock.  Also, even after 
my spending my cock remained hard.



The pile of cocks about the wagons shrank steadily, until all those 
cocks had been pickled, salted or made into sausage.  Now the bitches 
all turned their attention to the naked warriors tied to the trees.  
They brought forth the coals from the fires where they had boiled the 
scrotums, and set the coals in metal pans beneath the cocks and balls 
of the captures warriors.  Slowly, the powerful heat began to cook 
the manmeat of the captured warriors, yet the youngest Amazons, mere 
girls whose sweet hairless cunts dripped with excitement, stroked the 
menıs cocks so that they stayed hard despite the heat and pain.  
Periodically, one of the prisonersı cocks would shoot forth its seed, 
spraying the budding breasts and faces of the girls with come, which 
the older women would laughingly lick off.  At last though, the 
stench of cooked cock filled the air.  The younger girls backed off, 
and the older women moved aside the pans of coals, then knelt before 
the cocks of the men as though to pay them homage.  But instead of 
gently licking and sucking them, the bitches bit hard into the cooked 
meat, eating the cocks and balls from the still living Hitani.



My cock again spasmed, spewing forth my juices at the sight!  I 
thanked the gods that no one saw me as my proud cock paid homage to 
these cruel bitches by exploding in joy as I watched them destroy the 
cocks of my fellow Hitani.  Even worse, I began to question the might 
and power of my own cock, as I watched how easily these cruel bitches 
destroyed the manhood of my companions.



(to be continued)