A warriors tale part III

Our narrator gains a measure of revenge against the Amazons but the worst is yet to come.  Meanwhile, his compatriots lose a battle and more.

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After our last defeat by the war bitches, what few warriors among us who had not lost their cocks and balls to this, the most fearsome of all their armies, retreated deep into the lands of the Hitani, seeking refuge and allies that we might reclaim our manhood by defeating these bitches and forcing them to service our proud cocks as mere bitches should.

So we passed into a great city of the Hitani, and went before the Cock Lord of that City, and our hearts were filled with hope when we saw his long was his cock--as long as the blade of my sword and his balls were each the size of a melon and his sack hung between his legs so that his balls dangled unto his knees.  Surely so massive a cock would lead us to a great victory.

We told them our tale, how our army had been destroyed by a tribe of Amazons more fierce, blood thirsy and efficient than any other we had encountered, and how more than 2,000 warriors had lost their proud cocks to these bitches.

There was a moment of silence, then one of the Cock Lord's generals rose.

"Ha!  See how my cock takes stand at the mere thought of the fine cunt it will enjoy after we defeat these bitches!"

He stroked his swelling cock.

"This is the cock of a Hitani warrior," he cried, "Obviously, you have not seen one before!  Let these bitches come, for I am anxious to give them a taste of Hitani seed!"  He motioned, and a young fuck bitch took him into her mouth.

"This cunt was once a warrior of the war bitches.  I captured her myself, and raped her ass every day until she could not control her bowels.  That is how a Hitani warrior deals with these bitches!  He uses the might of his cock as a weapon to destroy them!  What kind of warrior lets his balls be taken by a woman?  We do not need your aid."

The other warriors nodded in agreement.

"Let the war bitches come.  The cocks they taste will not be in their cooking pots with us!"
And so my men and I returned to our camp, shame-faced and angry, for we knew that to see our warriors castrated by mere bitches was a great shame.

That night, I addressed my men.

"What the men of this city have said is true.  We have been proven unworthy as Hitani warriors, for some half our numbers have lost their balls to these war bitches.  Therefor, I say let not fight in the style of our fathers, naked and with our balls bound and our cocks erect, but as the craven cowards we are proven to be.  We will fashion shields from the trees of this forest, and leave our cocks limp and unbound, so that they make less tempting targets for the arrows and blades of the war bitches."

My legion of men, once 100 strong, was reduced to less than 50.  More men, angered by my words but too shamed to challenge me to battle, left.  
So it was that some 20 of us fashioned shields of wood that covered us from our throats to our thighs.  Then, we hid in the woods in our small camp and waited.

It was scarce two days later when we heard the bleating of the war bitches trumpets and saw their straight ranks moving through the wood, in bitch in perfect step with her neighbor, clad in leather breast plates which left either the breast or the belly exposed, short leather skirts, heavy helms and great shields.  Even with our own shields, I wondered how we could resist their legions.  

The next morning, we saw on the plain outside the city the two armies drawn up--more than 5,000 naked Hitani warriors, their cocks all proud and erect, and some 700 of the war bitches.  With a blast of trumpets from both sides, the battle began.

It went just as the battles before.  First, the war bitches fired their cruel arrows at the cocks of the Hitani, the sharp arrows shearing off balls and cocks so that the warriors fell grasping at their managle crotches.  Some 400 warriors lay castrated before the war bitches' skirmish line retreated and their heavy infantry began its advanced.

Now the battle was joined proper, and we could hear the screams of our fellow Hitani as blade after blade sliced through their erect cocks, while the short swords and spears were useless against their heavily armed opponents.

It was now that I gave my troops the order to charge.  What did we have to lose?  All our honor was long gone, with the balls of our comrades.

We charged into the Amazons skirmish line, which was reforming after allowing the heavy troops to pass through it to smash the disorganized Hitani lines.  These were the youngest war bitches, their least experienced warriors.  The archers fought naked, as we did, armed with only their bows and protected only by helmets.  The other bitches were armed with spears and covered by helmets and shields and short skirts of leather.

Taken by surprise, the girl-cunt archers let loose a badly aimed volley of arrows.  One struck my shield, but it protected me and already I saw the wisdom of abandoning our custom, even if it did mean that I was a craven coward like a Greek or Persian.

Now we were among the lightly armed girls, slashing with our blades, stabbing with our spears.  We fought as only men with nothing to lose can fight, and soon nearly a quarter of the enemy's light troops were dead.  

We heard a trumpet sound, and saw a third line of war bitches, only a few dozen strong, start to advance towards us.  When we saw the sun glinting on their bronze breast plates, we knew our balls were forfeit, for these were the fiercest war bitches of them all, so we redoubled our efforts, slaughtering the young war bitches, and as our blades tore into their flesh like cocks we became erect to a man to face our doom like true Hitani warriors.