A warrior's tale part II

The Hitani battle the Amazons again and--surprise surprise--lose.  Scenes primarily of mass castration of naked male warriors by Amazons, for those of you who enjoy that sort of thing.  I know I do.

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After our second defeat by the Amazons, the tribes of the Hitani gathered together in the great city of Ubam.  The Cock Lords, chosen to rule because of the great size of their organs, of each city and village gathered in the great arena.  The stands were crowded with Hitani warriors, naked and with our cocks and balls bound as though we were about to fight a battle.  For some time the debates about who should lead the Hitani and what our strategy should be went back and forth.  Then, at last, a warrior stepped from the crowd into the arena.  He was a head taller than anybody else, his arms the span of most menıs chest.  His erect cock was as long as many of the Cock Lordsı, and his balls were the size of a manıs fist.  They hung low in his ballsack, huge and powerful.

	³My name is Zag,² he announced.  ³For those of you who do not know me, I am a warrior and I serve the Cock Lord of Ubam.  I have the courage of 100 men, for I have consumed the balls of that number of enemy dead.  Not once, but twice I have used the asshole of an Amazon high priestess to take the measure of my cock.  I have a harem of 100 eunuchs, all of whom are the sons of kings, satraps and lords.  When I speak, the Hitani must listen.

³I tell you, the Amazons whom we fight now are among the fiercest of the war bitches.  We must fight with guile and wisdom, not just with the bravery of our balls, for even the thickest cock is no match for a steel blade. We must do as they do--march in ranks, each man covering himself with a shield . . .²

Before he could finish, one of the Cock Lords leapt to his feet.  

³Shame!  Are we not of the Hitani?  Have not the gods blessed us with cocks and balls twice the size of lesser men?  It is our way to go into battle naked, that our enemies see the strength and bravery of our balls and hard cocks!  These war bitches are just women, meant to serve our cocks.  My cock is the only weapon I need against a bitch, be she wearing armor on naked on her back, quivering in anticipation of my proud weapon and the gift of my seed!  Shields, marching in ranks rather than seeking single combats, that is no way for the Hitani to fight!  Better to lose oneıs balls fighting like a man than to fight like a woman!²

At his words, the other Hitani all rose up crying out their support.  ³Never will we disgrace our proud cocks thus!  We will fight as Hitani, and our cocks will rip the war bitches asunder!²

Thus is was that our army marched out to meet the Amazons naked, with our balls bound so that they might be more easily cut off and eaten if we died, so that our balls and our bravery might live on in our enemies.

We met the war bitches on a plain before our city.  I took my place in the first line, sword in hand, my cock proudly erect.  Behind me were massed 3,000 warriors, almost all of them erect.  Ahead of us, the Amazonıs formed up in two lines.  The front line was of younger girls wearing short shifts or some naked, armed with short bows, and daggers.  Each girl also had a shield slung across her back for use when she had fired all her arrows.  Behind them stood another line, war bitches with heavy breastplates of bronze or leather, leather skirts, heavy shields and spears.  From each of their belts hung a cruely curved knife which they used to harvest the balls of male enemies and the breasts and clits of other Amazons.  There were at least 600 of these war bitches, a good sized army for their numbers have alway been few.

As our armies arranged themselves, a single Amazon garbed in heavy bronze armor and mounted on a horse rode out before her army.

³Men of the Hitani,² she cried.  ³We know how you belive your balls and cocks to make you great warriors, to be the source of all your strength and bravery!  Think you that we Amazons have not cocks and balls of our own?²  And with this, she rode back behind the line of archers, who loosed forth their shafts.  We were too far away for their missles to strike us, but as their missles hit the ground before us we could see that each missle had impaled upon it a ball, or that in some cases the severed tip of a penis had had an arrow thrust through its unseeing eye.

To see the cocks of our companions treated with such disrespect filled us with a great rage, so that our army rushed forward.  Now the war bitches filled the skies with arrows, so that many of the Hitani fell.  As we came closer, they ceased to fire their arrows into the sky, and instead took careful aim directly at the tempting targets that dangled between our legs.  The warrior next to me sank to his knees screaming as an arrow slammed into his nutsack.  He yanked it out, but it had a serrated head the ripped his ball out of his scrotum as he removed the arrow.  He screamed silently as he beheld his ball, impaled on the arrow, yet still connected by a tangle of cords to his own body, then fell over dead from the pain and shock of seeing his manhood thus destroyed.  And so accurate was the shooting of the war bitches that by the time we had nearly closed with their line of archers more than 400 of our warriors were dead or wounded, and at least half of those had suffered the wounding or destruction of their genitals.

Now, at last, we thought we would be close enough to take our revenge on these Amazons, but they turned and fled back through the heavily armed war bitches, who parted their ranks and let the archers run through.  But before we could force our way into their formation, the war bitches closed ranks and hurled their tightly packed formation against us.  

Their heavy pikes ran through our naked warriors, so that some women had two or three men spitted on their weapons.  Eventually, they dropped their pikes, or broke them in our bodies, and drew forth their swords.  Protected from our light spears by their shields and armor, they used their sharp blades, again taking great delight in directing their blows against our pricks.  One warrior I saw stumble backwards, seemingly unharmed, yet shrieking in agony, and the I saw that his penis had been neatly biforcated by a blow from a war bitch, so that it now pointed to the left and to the right.  He dropped his spear and clutched at his cock, trying to press the two halves back together, then went down as another Amazonıs sword found his throat.  

It was all I could do to keep some Amazonıs blade from finding my own cock, so I fought as hard as I could, occasionally lucky enough to inflict some slight damage upon these war bitches.

As the battle went on, our spears began to break against the shield of the Amazons.  When this happened, some of the war bitches sheathed their swords and drew forth short whips, which they used to drive the now defenseless warriors of our tribe into a herd as though they were sheep, and always our cocks and balls were their favorite targets.  Sometimes, the blows from the whip would have sever a penis or break open a ball sack as though it were a melon, and the warrior would fall, clutching at his ruined cock and balls.  I would say that some 250 of us had their cocks and balls destroyed by these whips, while perhaps 1,000 more were taken as prisoners, easily captured as they rolled on the ground in agony, clutching at their inflamed and broken privates.

With more than half our number dead, prisoners or already castrated, the rest of us turn and ran.  The war bitches pursued us for a bit, but then fell back to begin the task of harvesting the cocks and balls of our dead and their prisoners, and I believe we did not kill or rape more than a dozen of their number.

Somehow, I was among the few who returned alive.  Never had we suffered such a defeat, and we had fought other Amazon tribes before.  That night, I took my revenge on a captured Amazon bitch, beating her cunt with a whip until it bled, then raping her ass with my prick.  But even this could not erase the shame and humilation of our defeat.