Prologue: It Only Hurts when I Whinny
They were standing by the edge of the orchard, picking and eating it's ripe fruit. The juices dripped from their mouths, down between firm pointed breasts thru the fine hairs of their lower torso and down the furry forelegs. On this world not so unlike our own earth of long ago, they were two of a doomed race that generations earlier had dominated this land. Now they were hunted like any other animal by men who prized them for their sweet meat, challenging hunt, and, because the front of their body resembled a human female with a human head, arms, upper torso and breasts, along with a tight horsepussy, the exotic sexual pleasures a man could experience from a wounded or even dead She-beast.
The two She-Mares had been companions since they were young, traveling the wastelands to avoid the humans. The chestnut and palomino had been inseparable even during the stressful days of puberty when the chestnut came into her first heat and accepted the mounting of a wild stallion. It had been the first coupling for them both and they had arrived early at the mating area. Since the stallions had no concept of foreplay the two young fillies had gotten themselves hot with lesbian techniques. Embracing and squashing their firm tits together they intertwined tongues and caressed each others soft curves. Sucking each others hard nipples, they would drink deep of the warm milk. Then one would get behind the other and bury her face in the sweet pussy of her friend, reaching for the depths with her long tongue. Switching positions the tongue tickled mare would repeat the favor on her friends snatch. As both mares pussies began to drip they would lie on their sides and get into a 69 position and orgasm before the arrival of the stud. Sniffing their hot pussies from a distance, he pranced into view, large and white with his 12 inch cock fully extended for action. Not being in estrus herself the palomino let the stallion mount her friend first so she could receive the bulk of the hot sperm that spewed from his massive tool. Rising to meet the rutting male, the chestnut flicked her tail to the side to reveal her open dripping cunt. She grunted as his weight settled on her back and the long pink sausage filled her twat. With his hot breath warming her back the stud pumped his massive hind legs driving the big penis in and out till his body stiffened and what seemed to the mare like a quart of hot semen filled her vagina. The big stud dismounted and sniffed the pussy of the palomino while the satisfied chestnut stroked his massive tool back to full attention. He then mounted the palomino's golden ass and filled her cunt with his jism also before leaving the two spent mares. While the mating did not produce offspring, it was pleasurable for both the virgin mares as it was the first time a powerful male had climbed on their backs and slid his slippery cock in and out of their freshly lubricated love holes. Since then both had mated and produced foals to the wild studs.
For a while a third mare had traveled with them, a very young filly just coming into adulthood, but she had fallen victim to a human trap. She had seen a load of fruit spilled in a ravine. It seemed to have fallen from a cart possibly traversing the foot path high above the ravine. The She-Mare went to tell her new friends of the find but the two older females sensed danger and begged the youngster to avoid the fruit. The headstrong young filly ignored their advice and set out alone and her two friends followed at a safe distance. The older mares hid in thick brush but could see their young companion approach the trap. The sexy filly was bending over to eat when the trap sprung. Four men jumped from their hiding places above the filly and dropped a heavy net over her. A fifth man drilled her front leg with an arrow. The panicked She-Mare could not escape as the five men fell on her and wrestled her to the ground. She was hog tied and helpless as she looked into the cruel eyes of her captors. These men were not hunters, they could have killed her quickly from their vantage point but did not. As five flys opened and released hard human cocks, the filly knew her ordeal was just starting. The biggest man ordered his buddies to restrain the bitch while he buried his face between her furry hips, probing her virgin pussy with his tongue. He used his hands to spread wide her slit while he drilled deeper into the warm sweet cavern. A second man wrapped his fingers in her auburn tresses as he roughly deep kissed her pouting mouth. Her hard pert tits had just begun to produce milk and now it was being sucked out by two more of the sadistic rapists. The leader, by now tired of eating pussy, wrapped his arms around her svelte thighs and pulled his throbbing dick into her cunt. He met resistance from her hymen and hollered out, "Hey boys, she's a virgin". With a mighty shove, he broke through the barrier and filled her tight twat with his shaft. The filly yelped as her virgin shield was destroyed but could not fight back. Soon the male shuddered and spewed his white hot jism into her vagina. He pulled his bloody tool from her box and walked to the mares face while a second man prepared to mount the bitch. "Clean it off, bitch", he commanded as he forced his sticky cock into her mouth. He accented his demand by holding a knife to her breast. The terrified filly, trying not to gag, licked off the male tool and swallowed the remaining jism even as her tight asshole was invaded by a thick cock. The rape and sodomy went on for almost an hour till all five men were spent and limp.
Then the poor female was killed, but not quickly. She was strung up with her ass spread wide, jism dripping from her violated orifices. The men stood back about twenty yards and raised their bows. The arrows made a sick, wet, slurp as they bored into the mares most intimate areas. The doomed filly howled like a banshee as cold steel replaced hard cock in her pussy and asshole. The two mares viewing this horror suddenly screamed and ran, alerting the men to their presence. The killers spun around and loosed a quick volley but missed and soon the two were long gone. Turning back to their victim, they roughly ripped the arrows from her body then, taking a long spear, rammed it into her cunt. Using all their might, they forced the hard point through the body of the thrashing, screaming filly till it exited through her lower chest. Mercifully, the tortured She-Mare's heart failed and she slumped in death. The men, nomadic brigands, cut down the dead female, gutted her and cooked her tender flesh. They ate their fill, took some meat for their journey and left the remainder of the carcass to rot.
The two escapees, now more fearful of humans than ever, had avoided any contact, but luck was about to desert them. The sound was barely audible but the keen ears of the mares picked it up, sniffing the air they sensed danger. Suddenly they realized what it was, the pounding hooves of domestic stallions trained to smell out She-Mare pussies while carrying human hunters on their backs. Panic enveloped the two hunted mares and they bolted in opposite directions but it was to late and there would be no escape for them. The chestnut died first as she had inadvertently bolted directly toward the pursuing men. Cresting a hill she ran directly into four charging stallions and their armed hunters. Two men immedietly reined in their mounts to take a shot at the exposed prey while the other two took off after the fleeing palomino bitch. The men drew back their bows; refined versions of the weapon that had caused the downfall of the She-Mares long ago; and loosed the razor sharp bladed arrows at the doomed mare. The arrow heads were designed to cause massive cutting wounds, resulting in death by shock and blood loss. She presented an easy target and both men were good archers, aiming at the graceful chest of the busty filly. Both shafts ripped deep into the firm mounds of her pointed breasts and tore the heart that filled most of her chest cavity. "Aarrggh" she cried as she reared up in pain, spinning and falling to her side, eyes already glazing over as death encroached. A clean kill ensured, one hunter went back for the meat wagon that followed them by several miles while the second dismounted. He unsheathed a long sharp knife to gut the bitch where she lay, if not dressed out the meat might spoil before the return to home. First he grabbed each perforated breast and pulled out the arrows, as they could be reused, the dying mare twitched as each shaft tore more flesh on it's way out. Walking back to her rear end, he stabbed his knife in between her legs and sliced her open all the way up to her tits. One final scream exited her mouth and expiring from blood loss and shock the dead mare did not feel her guts being ripped out and left to rot on the ground. Her carcass would await the arrival of the meat wagon for the trip to be butchered. Many villagers would buy the fresh meat from this trip as it wasn't often that two kills came at the same time.
As the chestnut lay dying, her friend heard the death screams as she was being overtaken by the other hunters. One loosed an arrow that embedded itself in the massive muscle of her right buttock and while she felt the pain and the slowly growing weakness, she knew she must keep running. The butt shot was slowing down the fleet bitchmare and the other bowman was quickly overtaking her. She glanced to the side and saw him almost even with her now. The suns glint off a shiny arrowhead caught her eye. "Aaaaagggghh!" Her shrill cry off pain filled the air. A a range of mere feet he had loosed the deadly shaft into her body. It had entered just behind her front leg and skewered the fleeing mare in the right lung. All but six inches were buried deep in her torso. She could not sustain this damage and she managed only a few more strides before her forelegs collapsed and she rolled ass over head to the grass. The men dismounted and approached the downed mare to retrieve their arrows. The lung shot would have to wait for the butchers, it was to deep to just pull out. The arrow in her ass was salvageable. As they pulled the killer shaft from her flesh she yelped her pain. Seeing she was alive and the wagon would not arrive for a few minutes, they decided to fuck the dying she-animal. Unleashing their tools, one man grabbed the bitch by the head and forced his cock into her bleeding mouth, using her mane as a handle he pumped her head up and down on his shaft until he blew a load of cum down her throat to mix with the blood from her ripped lung. The other rapist knelt behind the mare, flipped her golden tail out of the way and rammed his large cock into her tight but elastic cunt. The dying She-Mare whimpered as he grabbed her firm haunches and pounded her pussy without mercy until he too spewed his load into her violated quim.
Soon the other hunters would join them in ravishing this creature and while she waited out the ordeal and the inevitable plunge of the gutting knife she thought back to stories told of when She-Mares ruled this land and wondered how they could have been reduced to mere livestock. Little did she know that even now the men were developing a weapon that would come to be known to the remaining She-Mares as the firestick. No longer would a bitchbeast be able to take an arrow in a non-vital spot and still have a chance of escape as a hit anywhere with a firestick projectile felt like being smashed with a sledgehammer and even a non fatal blow would down a mare giving the hunter a chance to finish her off. Also the effective range of the firestick was greater than a bow, a bitchmare would be spotted by a hunter and all she would see was a puff of smoke. The next instant she would be slammed by the large lead ball as it drove into her body tearing a large hole in the soft flesh. The advantage of the weapon was also it's only drawback as it destroyed much more meat. Hunters would learn to go for rear shots, hoping to drive the slug up a mares asshole or pussy where less meat was bruised by the hot lead as it ripped up vital organs. It made the after kill orgies more messy but increased the profits for the butcher. In not many more years the firestick would wipe the She-Mare race from the planet.
Chapter #1- The Traveler
Gloucet had sailed the worlds seas since he was a boy and he had grown strong with the years of hard work. His fighting skills had been honed battling pirates and occasionally by being a pirate. His travels had introduced him to many weapons and fighting styles and he used what he liked and ignored the rest. The spoils of war had served many women up for his cock. His last voyage had begun like many others until the storm arose. Many storms had pummeled his ships over the years but none the likes of this one. For ten days the ship was blown about in the stormy ocean, all trace of navigation was lost, and day after day men died in the chopping seas. On the eleventh day the ship finally broke up, spewing the remaining sailors into the sea. Most drowned in a few minutes, while those that could grab some flotsam drifted with the seas and as they weakened they fell off and died. Gloucet was near unconscious when he drifted onto the beach of a small island. He was almost naked and had only managed to save his prized knife and bow and arrows. He passed out on sand and must have lain there for most of a day when he realized something was dragging him. As he began to clear the cobwebs from his mind he saw two tall dark skinned women tugging at his legs attempting to pull him off the beach. Awake now, he jerked his legs, startling the women who dropped his legs and reached for the short stabbing spears the carried at their sides. Gloucet did not wish to fight these women as they may be able to help him so he puts up his hands in a peace gesture. The two Amazons motion for him to rise and they escort him to their village. They had not noticed his weapons now semi-covered with sand and he says nothing. As they walk he appraises his escorts, both of the brown skinned women appear to be young, twenty to twenty-five, both have long hard legs ending in wide hips. They wore a loin cloth that covers some of their ass and the black curly hair of their pussies. Their waists are slender and the breasts, while not as full as women he has known are still large, pointed shaped mounds with large brown nipples. Both their faces were pretty in a way he, in all his travels had not seen before. They had long black hair that shone in the sunlight. "I won't have to think twice about screwing these babes", he thought.
After a short walk they came into the Amazons camp and the first thing he noticed was the men or rather the lack of them. All he saw were women, some lighter, a few darker, most rather attractive. When he finally did see a male, he got worried. The man was naked, shackled on his legs and was working under the gaze of a whip toting Amazon. He began to notice other men, some light and some dark but all naked, shackled and doing hard labors under the gaze of Amazon guards. The men seemed despondent and lifeless. None of the males had a hint of an erection despite all the semi-nude prime pussy wandering around. His one ray of hope came from spotting several canoes near the edge of the village, at least there was a means of getting off this island.
Chapter #2- Amazon Island
The foxy black bitches led him to the Queen who eyed him with suspicion, then she tore away what remained of his pants and unleashed his humongous dong. Women had always said he was hung like a horse and as the huge tool flopped into view the Queens eyes gleamed. She walked to him and began to feel the hard muscles of his body. The touch of her soft hands on his naked skin sent the blood coursing though his love tool and it grew to it's full 11 inch length. The Queens mouth began to salivate as she held his cock and felt it pulsate in her hand. She spoke, "You will stay with us and impregnate our warriors that their daughters may have your strength, if you attempt to escape, you will be killed, if you cooperate you may have the use of the camp, however, you shall not talk to any of the male slaves or you will be punished". Not having any better options, Gloucet decided to play along and nodded his approval. "Feed and bathe him, then bring him back to my tent" ordered the Queen and he could tell from the look in her eyes that he was getting lucky that evening.
The food, served up by a slave, was quite good although he would have eaten shoe leather after his ocean ordeal. The bath was more of a feel up as the Amazon guards decided to bath him themselves. Leading him to a small pool, the cunts removed what little clothes they wore and led him into the water. The four hands caressed his body, lingering in his crotch and on his erect shaft. Knowing the Queen expected to be serviced by this stud and if they wore him out they would face the whip, they stopped short of bringing him to ejaculation although it was damn close as the vixens teased him with their mouths and tits, several times rubbing their pussy lips over his cockhead.
Once, as a prominent ass wiggled over his schlong, Glaucet pulled the teasing pussy down on his hard tool. The supple bitches eyes bugged out as eleven inches of man forced it's way up her tight but slippery love tunnel and rammed home several strokes before the giggling Amazon could wiggle free. After his meal and bath two overheated guards reluctantly brought him back to the Queens tent. She had removed her loin cloth and headdress and now lay naked on a large animal skin mat. Motioning the also naked man to her side she dismissed the guard and turned to him. Gloucet studied the voluptuous Amazon, She seemed about thirty, with deep brown eyes and large full lips. Her long shiny black hair hung down her back to the crack of her full ass. She had a pair of hard pointed tits that could make dents in a mans chest. Her legs were long and lithe but he sensed power in those thighs to squeeze a man dry. At the junction of her legs lay a furry mound with deep brown pouting pussy lips. She slid next to him and began to stroke the cock that already was growing from taking in the Queens sexy body. Kneeling over him, her large tits swaying inches from his body, she licked the underside of his dick from his balls up to the tip and back. As his fluid began to seep from his cockhead she rubbed it over his cock and on her tits. He was stroking her hair and tits as she clamped her full mouth on his tool. Up and down she went, taking as much as she could without gagging. Turning around while still sucking, she pressed her full hips into his face and his tongue sought out those pouting lips. Driving deep into the sweet love box his tongue flitted like a hummingbird over her clitoris while his hands held her muscular thighs tight back. They came together, her cunt juices dripping out the corners of his mouth when his giant tool spewed it's hot load into her waiting throat. As she squirmed, wiggled, and drove her box into his face she swallowed every drop of cum.
Amazon law stated that if a Queen became pregnant she must give up the throne. The Queen was not about to let that happen so she planned to drain every drop of semen from this stud before letting his dong enter her pussy. Releasing his still throbbing dong from her mouth the Queen laid herself over some pillows on her knees and elbows and presented her ass to Gloucet. Kneeling behind her plump ass he placed his cock on her bulging rosebub. Feeling the hot cockhead in her asshole the Queen reared back impaling herself on the long tool, squealing like a stuck pig she writhed as he slammed the cock into the tight hot asshole. His hips were slapping her meaty butt cheeks, his hands rapped around her loins pulling her deeper onto his tool. The feel of the tight shit hole squeezing his shaft as it drove deep into the forbidden territory was more than his sex starved body could take and another load of hot cum soon shot into her bunghole. The black bitch came herself when his thumb jammed into her pussy and his finger wrapped themselves in black pubic hair. As the jism drilled her rear end she sat straight up on his flanks, her long nails sinking into his thighs. Thinking he must be depleted, the oversexed bitch laid him back on the fur, used her wet mouth to stiffen his well used tool and climbed on. She lowered her red hot pussy on his erect shaft. Her labia stretched open and the wet qwim slid effortlessly down his penis. A shudder of orgasmic pleasure racked her body when the massive cock filled her long vacant cunt. Reaching up, Gloucet finally had a chance to suckle those hard tits. Pulling her down on him he mouthed first one erect nipple then the other, kneading her breasts as he sucked. She was pumping her hips on his shaft and he was meeting each thrust with a slam of his own when the unbelieving Queen felt his body stiffen and quiver while a third load streamed up into her vagina. Not expecting this, she orgasmed herself, the hard nipples of her firm tits twitching between his lips. As she collapsed on top of the man she tried to remind herself to flush out her cunt in the morning.
After resting in each others arms for several minutes, the Queen rose and dressed. Then she called her guard and had him escorted to an empty tent that was to be his home until he could no longer service the sexual needs of the Amazon women. He fell on the animal fur that was the bed and soon was fast asleep. Several hours later he was awakened by yelps of pain and cursing coming from a nearby tent. The noise was not overly loud but he had trained himself to be alert to danger even at rest. He crept from his tent, avoiding the Amazon guards, and slipped into the tent were the noise emanated from. A tall, wide hipped Amazon faced away from him. She straddled a man and was bent over, one hand furiously kneading his balls while she attempted to suck some stiffness into his limp cock. Her other arm was bent behind her, forcing the man's head into her crotch. She cursed his inability to get hard and he yelped as she bruised his balls and bit his dick. Gloucet watched for a few moments, neither party having seen him in the shadows. His own massive sausage was quickly hardening watching the frustrated Amazon's plump ass wiggle. The bitch was hot for a fuck, her qwim dripping in juices. Gloucet got behind her ass, pushed the man's head down out of the way, grabbed on to her muscular brown thighs and drilled eleven inches of cock into her waiting cunt. Her mouth dropped open in a gasp of pleasure and released the limp dick of her captive. She turned her head to see who had invaded her cunt and as she smiled up at Gloucet, he could see she was quite nice looking; younger than the Queen and with even larger jugs. The poor guy stuck under the big titted Amazon had to endure her bouncing in rythmn to the pounding cock. Gloucet's balls were literally in the man's face and the wet juices of lust drenched him. Fresh from his nap, Gloucet had the stamina to dog fuck the bitch till she cried for release, then as she came, he triggered his own ejaculation. As his white hot sperm filled her fertile womb, the Amazon howled out her lust like a coyote baying at the moon. She passed out on top of the trapped man as Gloucet pulled his wet tool from her warm oven and left the tent. The guard, who had heard the lustful moans of the Amazon, smiled seductively at Gloucet as he walked calmly back to his tent. He winked at her, knowing she would be visiting him after she got off duty.
Gloucet spent the next three months on the island, screwing a different bitch or two every night, sometimes several of the dark skinned beauties would descend on him at once and he would end up butt fucking one horny bitch as another attempted to straddle her friend and shove her black bush in his face. Though he enjoyed porking the willing Amazons and they treated him well, he was getting bored with being merely a sex object. Also despite of the order, he had been talking to some of the male slaves. It seemed all had started out as studs but soon their potency left them and they were relegated to slavery. Gloucet knew it was time to make a break and the male slaves had been planning a revolt that would give him the needed diversion. They needed his help and he needed theirs. He had secretly recovered his bow, quiver, and knife had hid them in his tent. Meanwhile the slaves had been working on a way to remove the shackles, they could now remove them at night but would but them back before daylight to not tip off the Amazons. Everything was in order for the breakout and it happened the next moonless night. As the Amazons slept, the slaves removed their shackles and waited for the signal. Gloucet was as usual, deep in some brown pussy. He had nothing against the Amazon women but he knew that tonight some of them would die. It was an unavoidable fact of life. Unluckily for the girl he was fucking, she would have to be one of the sacrificed. He was porking one of the bitches who had teased him in the bath on his first day.
She had visited his tent several times after getting a taste of his cock that day when he had pulled her cunt down on his tool. She had turned out to be one of the better lovers amongst the black Amazons, well skilled in oral sex and Gloucet was not happy to see her enter his tent that evening for he knew she could not leave it alive to possibly foul up his plans. Earlier she had crawled into his tent on hands and knees, wiggling her plump ass and he had taken her hint and fucked her dog style, his hands tight on her smooth hard thighs as he rode her to orgasm. Without missing a beat, he pulled out of her full pussy and plowed into her tight rectum. Crys of pleasurable pain slipped from her large brown lips as the huge cock stretched open her anus. She collapsed to the sleeping mat as he spewed hot white jism into her brown ass and she climaxed for a second time. After resting a while, she sucked his cock clean and hard again, and now was on her back as the huge tool slammed deep into her pussy for the second time. Gloucet fucked the girl with all he had, he would give her a parting gift of pleasure before she must die. Now as she arched her back for her fourth climax, he reaches for the knife hidden by his fur mat. The bitch is purring like a kitten and falling asleep when his hand clamps down on her mouth and the sharp steel blade slices into the brown nipple of her pointed left tit. The shock causes her to jerk her long legs and her eyes bulge wide as the cold steel finds an unwelcome home in her heart. A look of confusion fills her eyes before they cloud over. She dies quickly and without much pain. Pulling the blade out of the dead Amazon's ravished mound, he dresses and recovers his bow and quiver of arrows. The camp has three guards that night, one by the slave quarters, one by the Queens tent, and one near the campfire. The girl by the fire has to go first and silloetted by the light of the flames, she presents an easy target. Nocking an arrow, Gloucet draws back, aims at her curving form and releases. The shaft strikes the coppery back and drives through to protrude between the slain Amazons breasts. Her yelp of pain as she stares at the bloody point and sinks to her knees only to fall on her face has alerted the other two guards, but they did not have time to react. Within seconds an arrow has traversed the compound and drilled the firm chest of the Queens guard, who clutches at her skewered orb and falls back into the tent. The dying Amazon falls over the sleeping Queen, spraying her with blood from the girls right breast and rousing the sleeping ruler.
Meanwhile a slave has looped a rope around the neck of their guard and drags the suffocating Amazon into the slave quarters. Now a second slave has disarmed the guard and is plunging her own spear into the Amazon's tits and belly, venting his rage on her dying body. Again and again the spear drives into her until she stops convulsing to the impact of the plunging point. The slaves flood out of their prison and fall upon the sleeping Amazons. Screams of the dying rend the air as men burst into tents and skewer the bitches in their beds. Standing over a sleeping Amazon, a slave places the point of a spear in her belly button and waits. The tall lithe woman's eyes open and in a moment she realizes her predicament. As the knowledge of impending death fills her eyes, he shoves down hard with the spear, plunging and twisting till the point protrudes from her back. The girls arms and legs twitch and jerk as her organs are torn and shredded. Her mournful wail turns to a gurgle as blood fills her mouth and spews on the dirt floor.
A pair of lovers sleeping together die together as their own spears plunge through their bodies pinning tits to tits and belly to belly.
"Yyyeeoooowwww!" A bitch sleeping on her belly is awakened by the terrible pain of a sharp spear being forced deep up the tight bunghole that her naked ass has presented. Leaving the shaft in her shithole the man exits in search of another kill while the impaled crying witch trys to drag herself out of danger with her hands. A second slave bursts into her tent and spots the bitch, placing his foot on her plump ass he rips out the spear, causing more pain. Kicking her in the side to roll her over, the man looks into the face of his victim. It's the busty bitch Gloucet had fucked the first night on top of this very man. Now he meant to see her dead. The doomed bitch cowered under him and whimpered in pain, her eyes pleading for mercy. He would have none of it. Kicking her legs apart, his first spear thrust is into her curly fur burger. "Aaaarrrgghh!" She screams again. Removing his weapon from the moaning cunts wet womanhood, his next point of attack is the pout of her belly. It's not as flat as before, Gloucet nailed her when she was ovulating and she was pregnant. The bloody, shit covered blade tears open her guts, ending her pregnancy. Finally he rears back and drives the spear through her chest so in stands up between the hard brown tits that had been flaunted in his face once to often.
One man bursting into a tent finds no weapon so he jumps on the sleeping bitch's gut, pinning her arms by her side. Wrapping his hands around her slender long neck he strangles the now gasping witch as her legs flail about in a vain attempt to dislodge her assassin. His cold eyes stare into the frightened face of his victim as her lungs struggle to fill and her struggles weaken. Soon the heaving of her proud breasts stills and he releases. As he leaves the tent in search of more kills he fails to notice the urine leaking from her spread quim.
Awakened by the screams, an Amazon is startled by the male bursting in on her. As she reaches for her weapon, his knee drives up into her bare crotch and she doubles over in pain. A hard shot from his right hand knocks her back on the bed and as he advances, her foot nails his guts. Both combatants are staggered but the male recovers first and he chops down on the neck of the woman. Now gagging, she is lifted to her feet by the hair. Holding the long black locks securely with his left hand, his right fist repeatedly hammers the chest and belly of the yelping bitch. Her full tits are flattened back to her chest wall by the force of his hard fist. Bile from her guts burns her throat as it is driven up by the battering of her belly. The man has lost control and is intent on beating the bloody Amazon to death. He releases his grip and she falls to the floor. His foot buries itself in the soft recesses of the woman's cunt. He rears back for another kick when another Amazon bursts in and slays him with a spear thrust in the back. It's to late for the wounded Amazon. The severe beating has ruptured her kidney and she will be dead in short order.
By now the camp is awake with the sounds of battle and the Amazons have started fighting back, Gloucet meanwhile has grabbed a canoe and started to make for the beach. Female hands around his legs send him to the ground and he rolls over just in time to block the plunge of the Queens spear. She is screaming at him about how he has ruined everything. He assumes she is talking about the revolt until he notices her belly is somewhat larger than before. She again trys to bring her spear down into his chest and he again deflects the blow. Pushing her off, he rises to meet her advance and as she charges he trips her and she loses the spear. They both grab for the weapon and as they struggle he manages to turn the spear toward her. The point is inches from her proud breasts when she stumbles and falls forward taking the spear full in the right tit. "Sorry bitch, but I will never be dominated by a pussy again" he says as he looks down on the fallen Amazon clutching the spear growing from her hard breast. Resuming his trek to the ocean he does not look back as the gasping witch's body contorts in it's death throws.
Back in the village, the tide of battle has turned as the awakened Amazons use their superior numbers to quell the riot. The men, weakened by long periods of captivity, and having lost their element of surprise and are soon slaughtered. Amazons have no mercy and surrender pleas are ignored as subdued slaves are forced to prostrate themselves and spears drive into their scrotums and up into their guts. The bitches have lost about two dozen warrioresses dead and several more wounded, they will also need to select a new Queen but Gloucet has spread his seed well and fifty or more now are with child. As he sets to sea in his stolen boat he knows that the Amazons will remain a formidable battle force.
Chapter #3- A Different Land
As the moon became high in the sky the sound approached the sleeping village. It could have been mistaken for a distant rolling thunder. The peasants, stirring from sleep knew the sound all to well as they hurried to hide as best possible. Out on the plain approaching the village pounded the hundreds of hooves of the warrioress horsewomen who rule these lands by terror and force of arms. The She-Mares were out on a raid looking for grain stores and male slaves, and if they could capture a few village stallions to use at stud, so much the better. Twice a year the villages had to pay tribute in grain, men, and stallions to the bitches or face destruction. The vicious mares stormed into the village grabbing sacks of grain, then a dozen men were roped and led away to replace other slaves who had died. One lucky young man was about to be roped when the mare leader signaled they had enough men and he was spared this time. Two prize stallions were also stolen. After years of this abuse the villagers had lost the will to resist and on this raid only one old woman tried to stop the abduction of her son. For her efforts she received a sword chop to her neck, killing her instantly. The She-Mares then rode for home, the two stallions sensing that sweet pussy was coming for them pranced along willingly while the men were dragged if they could not keep up the pace.
Gloucet spent many days at sea subsisting on the fish he could catch. He knew from many nights of studying the stars during his stay with the Amazons that he was far from home, perhaps blown to the other side of the world. With this in mind he navigated in one direction knowing he would eventually find land. Early one morning, in the far horizon he thought he could make out mountains, as he rowed harder they loomed larger and he was saved. Later that day he finally could beach his canoe and after resting the night he set out in search of people. Trekking for several days he finally came upon a huge plain abutting the mountain that had guided him. He could see at once that areas of the plain were being farmed, people should be near. After another hour he came upon a village that seemed to be having some sort of funeral. An old woman's body was laid out and many women were sitting around the corpse weeping. The men of the village seemed to ignore the women and were going about their work. As this large darkly tanned man approached, several children ran out to meet him. They had never seen a man like him before. The weeping women now noticed Gloucet and their tears turned to stares. This man was obviously larger and stronger than their men, perhaps he had the courage the farmers lacked.
It took Gloucet several weeks to learn the native language and in that time he realized that he indeed was across the world from his lands and would never return. He decided to make a home with these farm folk. The fact that he had several nocturnal visits from the young village women helped him decide to stay. A lot of the young women didn't seem to have a mate, which he thought was odd, and those that did would get their mates dead drunk and sneak over to Gloucet once the word got out about his massive cock and sex drive. The soft bodied, submissive farm girls were quite a change from the hard aggressive Amazons he had just left and he had to teach them many sexual tricks for most of them had never sucked a cock or taken it up the ass. His nightly fuckings soon had many of the village girls pregnant. In years to come, the introduction of Gloucet's genes into the village women would help to change these docile people into an aggressive race. While many girls visited his tent, Gloucet had his eye on one curvaceous girl who avoided his gaze. He asked several people why she seemed aloof but he got no answers until he began a conversation with a teenage boy. From the boy he learned of the villagers plight under the oppressive control of the She-Mares and that the girls new husband had been led off in the last raid. Gloucet began to fill with rage at the thought of these humans, which he had adopted as his new family, being dominated by some half human, half animal bitches. He vowed to himself to help these people break the chains of oppression.
Marcus, the teenager who had just avoided being taken as a slave, was fascinated by this man. he spent hours talking and listening to the seafarer. He was nothing like the cowards in the village. If this man could help instill a will to fight in the farmers, he would not have to fear the bitchmares taking him. He was young enough to not have developed a fear of battle and decided to fight if they ever tried to enslave him again. The boy's spirit encouraged Gloucet, if this boy had the balls to stand up to the mares perhaps he could shame the grown men into learning to fight. He began training Marcus in the art of combat, starting with hand to hand and progressing to weapons training. In return Marcus taught Gloucet the customs and language of the village. Slowly the men of the village came to watch these hours of training and before long one than another would ask to join in. Soon most of the able bodied men were realizing that they could defend their homes and women and did not have to fear slavery. For hours each evening Gloucet trained his raw army hard, even some of the young women wanted to learn combat, for them Gloucet taught close-in self defense, and how to use hand scythes as a weapon. He also had the women cut and shape long shafts of a local springy wood, at the time they had no idea what they were used for. A side benefit of training the men so hard was they were to exhausted for sex and Gloucet's evening visits increased to the point were in was not uncommon for him to service three girls a night, sometimes two at once. The village girls lacked the hard bodies of the Amazons, but while somewhat plumper they non the less were pretty and some had enormous knockers. Many evenings he had to smother the orgasmic cry of a girl, her plump ass impaled on the shaft of his cock, lest she wake the village and ruin his trysts. He should not have worried, most of the village already knew of his nightly orgies. The men were too cowardly to confront him and the women all wanted more.
Chapter #4- Preparations
Back in the She-Mare village the new male slaves join the ranks of the domestic servants that clean, cook and perform the hard manual labor required to maintain the mares standard of life. The two legged males are thought of as inferior beings and they are kept in a fenced yard during the evening. A few of the more trusted are allowed into the mares huts as pets. Their life is far easier than the run of the mill rabble. They don't have to clean out the toilet facilities or maintain the gardens and they are allowed to sleep at the foot of the large beds occupied by a pair of mares. It didn't happen often, but sometimes as the pair of She-Mare lovers engaged in heavy petting and became hot for cock they would invite the lucky man to join the fun and he could bury his face between the large milky breasts and powerful thighs, slurping in the warm liquids the females secreted. If he was allowed to nail the bitches between the legs with his cock, it rarely satisfied the big pussies and they would reject him and trot to the paddock to be mounted by one of the stallions they kept.
Punishment for the slaves could be severe, ranging from whipping to death, although the death penalty was not used often as it took time to train replacement slaves. Slacking off in their labors would result in whipping, while disobeying a mare or stealing food would bring on a whipping followed by a "piss bath" where the whipped man, his skin raw from the lash would be tied down and as many as six mares would stand over him and spew their gallons of hot yellow urine on his body. The piss would burn his wounds and it was impossible not to get the corrosive liquid in the eyes, nose and mouth. Once a victim of the treatment, most slaves toed the line to avoid a repeat. The death penalty applied if a slave attacked a mare causing her injury or killing her. Only once in the memory of the living mares had that occurred. Two slaves had plotted to escape and one day while cleaning the stallions paddock they turned on the lone guard and drove their manure forks into her belly and chest. The scream of the stabbed female alerted the nearby mares and the men were quickly overtaken and captured. Because the guard had died from her wounds the men would not get a quick death from the sword, instead they were tied between to trees and whipped then two mares stood in front of them and at a signal their rear legs lashed out and drove into the men's guts, again they kicked, this time to the groin, finally the hard hooves smashed the faces of the killers. After that, no slave ever attacked his mistresses. The mares treated their slaves harshly but no more cruelly than any other dominant race did or would do.
The She-Mares spent a lot of time training their army. From an early age the females were taught to handle sword and spear. They would train one on one with dummy weapons and in large formations practicing their cavalry charges and jumping. The sight of a phalanx of hard, sweat covered young mares, their long hair and tails flying, leaping six feet in the air to clear an obstacle was awesome, but against the new weapon of the humans, their tactics would be useless and the tight formations would invite disaster.
After weeks of training Gloucet's army was beginning to show the spirit needed to win battles, the men had learned how to handle spears, swords, knives and how to use their hands and feet as weapons. It looked like the training would be needed for an effort to come to terms with the She-Mares had been an unmitigated failure. At the urging of the village elders who hoped to avoid an armed conflict, Gloucet agreed to allow two men to make a diplomatic visit to the She-Mare homeland. The village council asked for volunteers and two brothers, Aron and Effram stepped forward for the dangerous mission. They set out for the lands of the She-Mares armed only with instructions from the elders. Gloucet made sure they knew nothing of his new weapon other than the fact he had available to the villagers, a weapon that could shift the balance of power. Ten miles from the equine bitches' city, the men found themselves surrounded by spear armed, sexy mares. They were bound and dragged the rest of the way. The busty bitches didn't know what to make of the two men, never before had men walked right up to their city asking to meet with the rulers. She-mare society was based on a matriarchal monarchy ruled by a queen and court of advisors. The present queen was called Reannen the First. She was a stunningly beautiful blond haired, palomino bodied creature. Intelligent yet arrogant, the queen decided to hear these men out. Aron and Effram were brought into the court chambers of the queen and her staff. They were forced to their knees before the royal entourage. Both men gaped in silent awe gazing at the gorgeous marewoman and her advisors. After shuddering and stammering, they relayed their instructions while trying to not be obvious as they stared at Reannen's flawless breasts.
"Your Majesty is hereby notified that we the people of low plain village while we would wish to live in peace with your race, will tolerate no more raids on our people or property".
"We also demand that any and all slaves taken from our village be given their freedom". "Be it also known that we shall take any and all steps necessary to protect ourselves and any attempts in the future to invade our lands will be repulsed with deadly force".
The Queen's high pitched feminine laughter filled the room, "You are going to repulse us, what a joke". "I should have you killed where you stand you insolent, puny, peons". Reannen was boiling with rage, her face and breasts flushed a deep pink. It only made her more attractive in a cruel, evil sort of way. Her mouth formed a devilish sneer as she spoke again. "Forgive my outburst, you came as emissaries and shall be treated as such". Reannen motioned to two of her advisors. When they approached, she whispered in their ears. Meanwhile the men had been kneeling in front of a wooden railing about two feet high. They were somewhat apprehensive when each was approached by one of the advisors. They weren't ready for what happened next. The two supple, sexy females bent over and kissed the men full on the mouth while untying their pants. Soon both She-Mares had growing cocks in their hands, massaging the man-tools while exploring throats with slender tongues. It got better. The mares bent over even farther and gulped male dong in their wet willing mouths. In their extasy, neither man noticed that they were still bound and being held firmly in place by She-mares standing behind them. Then it got worse, much worse! Both men were fully rigid and extended, their cocks sticking out over the railing. The queen clapped and the two cock suckers reared up on their hind legs.
Aron and Effram suddenly realized what was happening but they were unable to move. They could only stare at the hard heavy hooves descending down on their dorks.
"Eeeeiiiioooowwwww"! "Nnnooooaaarrrggh"! Two men screaming in female pitched voices as their cocks were smashed between the hard railing and several hundred pounds of horseflesh.
"Drag that trash back to where it came from"' ordered the queen, "I think they'll get the message".
Thus, several days later the two mutilated men were found on the outskirts of the village fields and the elders had their answer. If they wanted freedom, they would have to fight for it.
Gloucet knew that without needing to sacrifice the manhood of two citizens and his preparations had continued unabated during the ill fated mission. From the villagers, Gloucet had learned much about the She-Mares habits, their use of long spears in their charging front ranks to break an enemy line followed by short throwing spears and finally swords for close combat. The mares also had four hard hooves capable of crushing an opponents body. Gloucet devised a defensive plan but decided he needed more information, so with the help of Marcus he planned to capture some of the shebeasts. As a young boy, Marcus had happened upon the place where the She-Mares would go to meet the wild stallions. Most of the mating of fertile mares took place in the hidden grove. Hiding in a tree, the young Marcus was fascinated by the sights and sounds of the fucking. He hid several times in the grove, pounding his pud while watching in wonderment as the bitchmares would work each other into sexual excitement while awaiting their studs. His young mind feared the powerful females yet he lusted to drive his small youthful dick into one of the pink pussies below him. Then when the males arrived, the snorting studs, their long penises dangling, would throw their forelegs over the back of a She-Mare. Slipping his dong into the waiting pussy lips the grunting stud would hammer away until his shrill whinny indicated the release of a stream of cum. The stallion would calmly dismount the mare and as his dripping cock withdrew into the scrotum he would wander off till next he scented the presence of a bitchmare in heat. The mares, usually not satisfied, would lick the pussies of their friends in a long circular daisy chain until all had cum. If the mating took, in about a year a female foal was born, which at two years was fully grown. No males were ever born of these unions.
One day as Gloucet was instructing the women on how to take long stiff straight wood shafts, shape them round and add split feathers, Marcus related to him seeing the mares fucking ground. This gave him an idea. After instructing another group of women to tie weights to four foot pieces of rope and knot them in groups of three, Gloucet gathered up some large nets and with Marcus and six other set out for the love nest. Arriving at night they climbed trees with the tents and waited. The first day nothing happened but on the second day, two She-Mares, showing no fear and not sensing the mens presence, wandered into the grove. Their tails were up and the pink horse cunts distended and dripping as the overheated bitches groped and tongued each other while awaiting their dose of horse cock. As the stallions approached the mares began to moan and dance about till they both were under the trees where the men waited. The wild stallions picked up the scent of the men and began to back off but before the mares could follow the weighted nets dropped down on them. All thoughts of sex gone, the mares fought the nets only getting more tangled. Jumping out of the trees, men tackled the struggling She-Mares, got ropes around the bitches legs and pulled them over. While three men would attempt to hold down a mare the fourth would hobble her legs, tie her hands behind her back and string ropes around her neck and chest. After the bitches had been tied the men allowed them to rise to their feet, and after gagging the cursing equine cunts Gloucet had them tied together. Leaping on the back of the first bitchmare with Marcus on the other and six men holding ropes and prodding the mares flanks with spears, they set off for home. At first the mares fought the ropes but after having the ropes jerked tight around their necks and feeling in cut across their heaving breasts while spears prodded their slick asses they submitted to their fate.
Gloucet was riding a big black furred, brown skinned mare, while Marcuses mount was smaller, with chestnut fur and tan skin. They rode with arms wrapped around the bare backs of the mares, holding onto the firm hard breasts. Even in their predicament, the mares nipples were rock solid as the men held their grip. The feel of soft fur between their legs and hard tits in their hands brought hard-ons to the two riders even though they looked upon their captives as more animal than human. Later Gloucet would discover that the human looking tits had much more muscle mass to resist the stresses of galloping and while they functioned as full nursing breasts they also had a strong sexual function. With stallions only used for stud, the She-Mares were lesbian and when a mare reached maturity her breasts would give milk constantly requiring daily sucking by either a newborn or a lover, and as they rode for home their hands became sticky from the squirting of milk.
Back at the village, the mares were chained in the barn that once housed the village stallions. Milchap, a young boy of about 15 was assigned to watch and feed them. Both mares were wary of his presence and would attempt to kick if he got to close so he viewed from a distance late at night as the two captives comforted each other and drained each other boobs of milk.
Upon his return Gloucet set the village blacksmiths, with the help of his men, to forging more weapons. Plows became swords, Dozens of spear points were hammered out and sent over to the women who lashed them to long sturdy poles. Hundreds of small 2 inch points were fabricated, honed to razor sharpness and lashed to the feathered shafts the women had formed. As yet, the armorers hadn't a clue as to what they were making. Soon they would get a lesson.
Chapter #5- New Style Death
Out of sight of the captured bitches, Gloucet introduced his army to their new weapon, the long bow and broadhead arrow. Setting up targets in the shape of the She-Mares, he drilled the army until they could unleash accurate volleys at ranges up to 80 yards. He didn't rest till eight out of ten arrows hit the straw target. While they could hit a stationary straw target, they had doubts as to the weapons effectiveness against the large She-Mares who averaged 6'6" and weighed 800 to 900 lbs. Gloucet decided to kill two birds with one stone and give both his men and the prisoners a demonstration of the lethal power of the longbow.
The next morning he had both mares and the entire village assemble out on the plain. Walking up to the shackled bitches he studied their eyes and general composure. Deciding that he had a better chance of getting the chestnut to talk, he chose the black for his demo. Stripping naked, he stood in front of the dark She-Mare. As she eyed him up the look of hate in her eyes changed to amazement as she gazed at his tool that was extending to full length as he stroked it, this man had twice what the slaves had. "I will give you one chance to escape and warn your kind that we will not be slaves, I shall walk 200 yards down the plain with one weapon. If you, also with one weapon, can get past me you shall be free to go. You may have either a sword or spear", he told the bitch. For the first time since she was captured the black mare spoke, "I choose the spear, human, and when my Queen hears of this outrage we shall return and destroy this village". "You speak like the bully you are, bitch", he replied as he continued to stroke his manhood now at full attention, "you shall not get past me and know this, your dying pussy will feel this cock". His huge erection may have surprised the mares but the black bitch had the last word, "I'll grind that cock of yours into the dirt, scum," she yelled as Gloucet began down the plain. The village men gawked at the size of his tool, the women who had him smiled, while the women who hadn't, drooled and made mental notes to visit his tent. Gloucet spun around at the She-mares insulting threat.
"Just for that, you won't have to wait, bitch", he responded. "Hold her down, men". The big black was jumped by a group of men who held her tightly by the legs and arms. She found herself forced down on her knees then felt the grasp of two strong hands on her flanks. Gloucet mounted her like a stallion, his oversized tool stretching open her dry pussy. The female struggled wildly but could not fight off the large continent of men grasping her flesh. One guy took advantage of her predicament to suckle her firm tits, filling his belly with sweet milk, her last. She resigned herself to the rape, vowing to take her revenge on this man. For five minutes he hammered into her massive hips, drilling a tight pussy that was far from dry now. Horse cunt juice seeped around his cock and dripped down his legs. The black horsewoman may not have liked being raped but her pussy was responding. She even felt herself quivering as he hosed her womb with hot man cum. Gloucet pulled out of her twat and walked around, face to face with his victim.
"Was it good for you to baby"? he mocked the mare. "Seeing as how I've fucked your cunt already, you can lick my dick clean as you die!" With that statement, he grasped the dark beauty by the hair and gave her lush lips a deep kiss of death. "Release her and let's get on with this", he ordered.
With men standing all around her holding spears near her flesh and more spearmen lining the path to freedom, the mare had to play the game straight. As Gloucet reached his mark he picked up his bow and one arrow. The doomed mare saw only a naked man with a small staff and was confident she could spear him and be free. She was freed of her shackles and the deadly game began. Charging at full speed, she covered the ground quickly, lowering her lance and not noticing the man nock the arrow and pull the bow back to full extension. Thinking to put the spear through this man's chest and stomp his genitals, she raced on, dark mane and tail flying, tits bouncing, spear extended. When the She-Mare was just under 100 yards away Gloucet took final aim and released the arrow. It's honed blade shining in the sun, the shaft flew true at the mare. Coming in at a slight downward angle the blade sliced thru the meat of her right breast, striking just above the nipple. Gasping as the pain gripped her and not comprehending what had happened the big dark mare instinctively dropped the spear and clutched the wounded orb and the feathered shaft protruding from it. The power of the bow had propelled the sharp point through the muscular tit, transfixed her heart and just out her back. As darkness clouded the eyes of the impaled bitch, her co-prisoner watched in horror and the villagers in awe as the black mares front legs gave way, driving her down. As the front of her body hit dirt, momentum propelled her hind quarters and she flipped over, her rear legs splayed apart revealing her yawning cunt. Coming to rest on her side, her legs falling back into position, the dying mares chest heaved as Gloucet ran to the downed beast and reached her as her twitching body neared death. "I warned you bitch" he said as he knelt in front of her stunned face. Again taking the dark skinned beauty's hair, he forced his semi rigid, wet dick into her mouth. She was gagging on the blood backing up in her throat and the addition of a huge dick only added to her final misery. With a huge sigh, her massive muscled body relaxed in death. Even Gloucet was surprised that the bitch died before she felt his hot cum spew into her mouth, figuring a right tit shot should not hit the heart.
With spear points prodding her ass and sides the surviving bitchmare was lead back to her barn prison. The dead mare was butchered, the belief being if you ate the flesh of your enemy, you would gain their strength. It was the butcher who discovered the size of the She-Mares hearts and their vulnerability. Gloucet passed the information to his army and the big She-Mare tits became the primary targets of the archers. After the gutted bitch was of no more use her remains were burned and planning for the upcoming battle began.
Chapter #6- The Set-Up
For the first time in her young life, the shackled mare knew fear. She had always been taught that the She-Mare race was invincible, yet she had just watched her friend die by the hand of one mere human. She knew there had been battles before with humans and the mares had taken casualties but it usually in close combat when one mare would get surrounded by a group of men and she would succumb to multiple stab wounds. Now that same man was questioning her. If her answer did not please him or if she hesitated, a younger man would bring his whip down on her ass or breasts. The force of the blows would brings crys to her lips and tears to her eyes. Large red welts appeared on the tan breasts and buttocks. During the next days the interrogations took place, at night the stable boy Milchap would try to rub salve on her wounds. He was too young to hate this strange but fascinating creature and he pitied her suffering. At first she feared him but later she responded to his kindness and warmed up to him, allowing him to touch her and when he became bold enough to kiss her full lips, she did not pull away but probed his mouth with her warm tongue. Milchap had never experienced kissing before the mare frenched him and he felt a strange quivering between his legs.
The next night they went farther with Milchap standing in front of the statuesque She-Mare and suckling her large firm boobs, drinking the sweet milk as he had seen the dead black She-Mare do, while her hands explored his crotch. She never had a human penis before and he was a virgin but through trial and error they learned together. Soon she had his 6 inch cock in her mouth and was licking and nipping at its head while he ran his hands over her bruised body trying to avoid any whip welts. She drank in the young studs cum as he shot his virgin load into her mouth, "the taste"' she thought "was pleasant". The third night they went all the way. The first fuck of his young life was inter-species. After some preliminaries the horny mare went to her knees to bring her ass in reach of the shorter boy and while his cock did not fill her up like a stallions, the boy was much more gentile and kept up the slow pumping in her pussy for much longer. He wrapped his arms around her powerful haunches and tickled the two nipples between her rear legs as he felt his balls begin to quiver and shoot their load into her qUim. The mare had never orgasmed during the fast fuck of a stallion, but as she felt the hot cum drill her pussy her body shook as the feeling enveloped her. Tightening her ass muscles she squeezed his cock dry. As his cock shrank back to normal, she turned to face him and kneeling again she licked his cock clean. Being young and virile, the feeling of her tongue soon awakened his tool for more. After sucking in his fill of her warm sweet breast milk he walk up behind her again and buried his face in her wet pussy. Drilling his tongue between her pussy lips he repeated the favor and licked her out, then his tongue rose up and drew circles around her asshole. Kneeling her down again he placed the wet head of his firm cock on her asshole and slowly pushed. This was a totally new experience for the mare for the most she had ever had up her ass was the finger of another mare. Turning her head around she moaned and nodded her approval to the boy who continued to insert his tool to the hilt. Pumping in and out the boy brought them to a mutual climax, her asshole clamping down on his spurting cock and her tail flipping in his face. Spent and satisfied, they then fell asleep in each others arms, the boy vowing to himself to save his four legged lover from any more suffering.
The next day Gloucet did not send for the mare, he had all the information she could provide. Before the next phase of the plan was implemented he would have the bitch killed. He had found out the location of the main She-Mare village some distance away and his plan called for a group of men to ambush and kill at least one of the bitchmares while letting one escape. The attack would be carried out with swords and spears only knowing the escaping mare would take news of the attack back to her kind. It was hoped that the outraged She-Mares would then mount a major attack on the farm village where Gloucet hoped to destroy them with his archers.
Milchap was relieved when his equine lover was not tortured that day but he also was worried. He had seen the big stranger kill the other She-Mare as calmly as swatting a fly and feared for the life of his lover. He had overheard Marcus discussing plans for the mares execution by a squad of bowmen to give them some live target experience. Not wanting her soft body to be perforated by the archers, late that evening he helped her to escape. Slipping off her shackles with the help of a key he had fashioned Milchap climbed on the strong tan back of the She-Mare he called Gerda, wrapped his arms around her chest and they rode out of the village. Since they had fallen in love and knew he couldn't live in the She-Mare village, they set out in a different direction to start a new life by themselves, never to return. They found peace and happiness in a remote land. The boy grew to manhood and his equipment also grew to the point were he had no trouble filling Gerda's always hot pussy.
In the morning when the escape was discovered, Gloucet was angry at himself for letting the mare live as long as he had. Not knowing that the two lovers would not attempt to reach the land of She-Mares, he put his plan into action. He had to stir up the fight before the escaped bitch told her race of his new weapon. Immediately Gloucet, Marcus, and ten men set out to the She-Mare village, if they caught up with and killed the fugitives so much the better. The next day they set up their ambush and three unlucky bitches fell into it.
Chapter #7- Prelude to Destruction
Hiding out around a pond near the She-Mare village the men soon saw three of the bitches apparently returning from a mating fuck fest. As Gloucet had hoped, they stopped by the pond to drink and bathe the dust and dried semen from their sleek bodies. The chestnut could have been a twin to the mare that had escaped while her two appaloosa friends were larger, with brown and white fur and pink skin. Their tails flicked flies to reveal pink pussy lips and assholes while their large breasts had almost blood red nipples. The men had decided to slay the two appaloosa and wound the chestnut while letting her escape. When all three mares were in the water they attacked. Howling like banshees, swords swinging, they rushed the startled bitches from all sides. Knowing they were vulnerable in the water, the mares tried for the shore and two of them made it. One appaloosa died quickly as four spears sliced into her firm flesh. With two shafts buried in her sides, one her back and one more protruding from between her magnificent breasts, the stricken bitch barely had time to scream before pitching over into the water, her blood spreading like a stain. Two men sparred with the chestnut, one stabbing her in the right side of her ass while another plunged his sword into her lower chest, taking care to not cut too deep. A third man jumped on her back and shoved his spear in the side of her lower back near her flank. Pretending to fall off the rearing She-Mare, he watched as the wounded filly broke from the fight and fled home.
Surrounded by the men, the third bitch didn't have a chance. She could kick front and rear to protect her chest and ass but she couldn't protect her sides. Her sword flailed with little effect, catching only one man and giving a minor wound while the men danced in and out, their sharp blades glinting in the sun as they found the mark. The surrounded mare took multiple stab wounds in her side and underbelly that bled her severely. In her weakened position, she was finished off when one man, standing clear of her deadly rear hooves, threw his spear and drove a foot of steel up the bitch's pussy. The pain caused the mare to rear up, then her rear legs gave way and she fell down on her ass, driving the full length of the spear into her body. She sat there for a second, front legs still flailing in the air, a look of utter shock on her face; then she fell forward. As the spitted bitch came back down two men stepped into position and thrust their swords up into her huge heaving knockers as the proud jugs descended. The two cold steel blades punched up through the firm flesh of her underbreasts, slid over ribs and lacerated her heart. Milk flowing from her mortally ravished nipples mixed with her blood as the twin shafts of death were pulled from the torso and the dying mare rolled unto her side. Two more spears entered the corpse in her soft belly and between her front legs. The men's blood was hot from the thrill of their first battle and every cock was fully engorged, thus they pounced on the two dead mares like mad dogs, driving cocks into any body orifice including one guy who pulled a spear from a mares side and used the wound as a cunt. In no time the warriors blew their wads into the cooling corpses and order was restored. To further incite the She-Mares to retaliate, the corpses were mutilated by having the tits cut off and large branches jammed up the dead pussies. Their mission a success, the men set out for their own village to finish preparations for the attack they knew would come. Gloucet had come up with ideas for some nasty booby traps that he wanted to get built and installed.
Chapter #8- Retribution.
Weak from loss of blood, the chestnut She-Mare stumbled back to her home and collapsed in the village. The leaders of the mares listened as she whispered out her story of ambush and death, a growing rage building in them, the disappearance of Gerda and Aortha had first been assumed to be two mares on an adventure. It was assumed they would soon return but after hearing of this new attack, it was feared that the other two mares had also been ambushed and were dead. A patrol was sent out to recover the bodies and after the viciousness of the killing was seen a hastily called council meeting decided to prepare for and mount a major attack on the farm village and wipe it out totally. The decision played right into the hands of the new human army and sealed the fate of the She-mares. The wounded chestnut mare was to weak to join her squad and would stay in the village during the upcoming battle thus probably saving her life. She would recover and eventually give birth to five foals before dying peaceful in her sleep of old age.
Battle preparations began immediately as hundreds of the young, fast warrioress gathered for the drive to exterminate the humans. Two days later the troop was ready and the rows of hard bodies set off to their destiny.
Back in the human village the last of the defenses were finished even as the mighty She-Mare juggernaut set off. The battleplan of Gloucet depended on several things, mainly that the witches thought they were unbeatable and would use the tactics that had won in the past, tactics he learned from interrogating Gerda. He guessed correctly that the She-Mares would try a frontal assault coming out of the woods, across the plain between the river and hills and charge the village using their front ranks, armed with long spears to dislodge any fixed battle line. The next group, following in would be armed with short throwing spears to attack the defenders after their line had been broken. After the battleline was overwhelmed and the defenders in rout the mares would shift to swords and their hard hooves to destroy the remaining humans.
Gloucet knew that if he could keep the witches boxed in between the hills and the river, his archers could pick them off at will. He devised a defensive line that looked like what the mares would expect, a row of carts and fifty yards behind that a phalanx of men with spears. Ten yards behind the spearmen he deployed his main body of archers, having practiced them at sixty yards they would be targeted on the bitches as they leapt over the row of small carts thus exposing a larger target. For those able to leap the wall of carts without eating arrows, Gloucet had the women dig a deep trench in front of the wagon line. The trench would not be visible as in had been covered over with a mat of sticks, straw and dirt. Only as the bitchmares landed on what they thought was solid ground would the mat give way and plunge the bitches down on the sharpened stakes that awaited them. As the rear guard of the She-Mares began to clear the wood, snipers led by Marcus, in stands built high in the trees would back shoot any mare in range. Archers stationed in the hills would add to the raining death. Hidden surprise traps would catch any bitch who thought she had found an escape route. The trap would then be complete, the only way out would be across the deep, swift river. He had a surprise planned there also. Once the She-Mares were in panic and many already dead, the men and women of the village would charge in with sword, spear, and scythes to complete the killing. If his plan succeeded, the humans could conceivably annihilate the She-Mare army.
Chapter #9-Death on a Wing
The sun was rising on a clear hot day as the She-Mares trotted through the wood nearing the village. As they cleared the tree line they posed an awesome sight. Row after row of bare breasts jiggling in rhythm to their prancing hooves, foamy sweat already forming on their flanks from the long march; gold, red, brown, and black hair and tails flowing in the breeze. All of the first phalanx was clear of the trees and formed for the charge, long spears at ready. The main body began to form behind them to follow them in. Still in the woods was the rear guard. The squad commandress surveyed the plain and saw nothing unusual, dead ahead about 150 yards was a line of wagons and carts which her troops strong legs would have no trouble jumping. "These stupid humans think that will stop us. What fools!" she thought. Just past the wagons she saw rows of men awaiting the rush, they would be easily broken and the village theirs. Seeing no danger in the hills she gave the order, "At the Gallop". The first phalanx broke into a gallop headed at the obstruction and the second unit soon followed.
By now, as rear guard was beginning to clear trees, Marcus signaled his men. Picking the rearmost mare, three archers loosed a volley. Three arrows thudded into the sweat shined golden back of the hapless bitchmare. She took two faltering steps and dropped without a sound, the battles first casualty. The other three archers then drilled a tanned back of the next bitch in line. Two more were dropped quietly before one took her arrows to low for an instant kill and screamed out, alerting those near her before Marcus could drill her between the shoulder blades. The mares had nowhere to go with the main force in front and the snipers behind them and even alerted, they could not stop the rain of pain that engulfed them. A young filly turned to escape and an arrow sailed between her full red lips into her open mouth. It exited through the back of her neck and lodged in her ass. She tried to scream but the sound was muffled by the blood pouring from her wound. A second arrow caught her in the foreleg and she slumped down in a pool of gore. High in a tree, a man sighted his bow on the filly's heaving bosom. One good shot would finish her but just as he was to release the arrow, another She-Mare raced past his position and he turned to fire at her. His shot sailed over the fleeing females head and in the excitement, he soon forgot the filly with the neck wound.
The first wave was mere yards away from the barrier as Gloucet ordered his archers to aim. As the lithe bodies of the She-Mares began to leap, his arm dropped and the air filled with death on the wing. As the first volley took flight, the second rank of archers step up, aimed, released, stepped back, and were replaced by the first rank. And so it went as hundreds of the deadly missiles sped to their soft targets. Rank after rank of the proud She-Mares leapt the barricade only to have the arrows rip into their breasts and bellys, dropping them down on the wagons they tried to leap. Not one She-Mare from the first rank survived the jump unharmed. Their plaintive wails mixed with the thud of arrows meeting flesh and the crash of bodies falling in bloody heaps.
Leaping high, a strawberry roan with golden tail contorted spasmodically as three of the deadly missiles found homes in her chest and she was dead before she landed upside down in the stake trench and drove a stake up through her back and out her underbelly, legs spread outward at unnatural angles.
Nailed by an arrow between the jugs, a spotted bitch's front legs collapse and she falls into the barricade, her head and big tan tits draped over the edge of a wagon. A big white mare had just gotten airborne when an arrow ripped her slender throat while a second drilled her dead center below the tits. She crashed into a wagon. reducing it to splinters, many of which ripped her dying flesh.
Taking two arrows in her huge left boob a big black mare screams her death cry, spins in mid air and drops dead on her side just short of the trench.
Shot in the right nipple, a bleeding She-mare stumbled forward and fell into the death trench, her ungodly scream filling the air as sharp spikes ripped her wounded tit in half and tear into her guts. A few started to make the leap unharmed, they too landed on the phony mats and found themselves plunging head first into the spear pit. Their screams rent the air as the sharpened stakes drove into their soft underbellies. One bitch almost made it across but her rear hoof slipped into the pit and she slid backward to her death on a long shaft that drove up her ass and out her back before her weight snapped it off.
Of the first several ranks, only a few mares survive the arrows and trench to attack the line of spearmen. They do not have the weight of numbers as the defenders can gang up on the attacking She-Mares and direct six spears to each bitch. As the mares close in the long pikes are raised up from the ground and the doomed bitches run right into them. More female screams fill the air as the impaled She-cunts crash down and flail about until a man would grab their heads and pull back, exposing the firm boobs for a mortal sword thrust, the slurp of sharp steel in rounded tits stilling the screams.
As the bodies piled up, the second wave, still unaware of the terrible slaughter ahead, continued to drive forward, forcing the lead mares into their dead and dying comrades. Now bunched up behind the barricade, they were easy targets as the bowmen opened up the range to drop their killer shafts past the barricade. The hours of drill paid off. Instead of loosing volleys in the general direction of the enemy, the bowmen now were aiming directly at the vulnerable chests of specific targets. Cries of anguish filled the air as the busty females pranced about trying to avoid the rain of steel. Most could not, were shot and fertilized the earth with their blood and gore.
A shaft on a high arcing flight plunged into the upper hemisphere of a well formed, tanned tit and deflected off of a rib. The blond maned She-Mare winced and was snapping off the shaft when another arrow pinned her hand to her boob as it drilled into her heart. With a soft gasp the bitch rolled her eyes and fell even as two more shafts dropped into the side of her warm corpse. Had the She-Mares worn some sort of chest armor the tide of battle would have been different, but they had come to believe in their own invincibility. Their cockiness would be their undoing as time after time the beautiful horsewomen would clutch at a ravished breast, look imploringly to the heavens, sink to their knees and die.
At a signal the bowmen hidden in foxholes on the hills popped into view and added to the death toll. Still smarting and prancing around from taking an arrow deep in the side of her black ass, a big dark devil now grimaced as a feathered finger of fate bore into her stomach. Looking for the source of her misery she turned into the flight path of her death as a third arrow entered her brain through the eye socket. Her death was so fast that her knees locked and she remained standing, causing many arrows to be wasted in her corpse. It wasn't until a staggering, gut shot mare bumped her that the black hulk fell over.
Now under attack from three sides, the She-Mares began to realize the utter hopelessness of their predicament. Although they couldn't understand how, they knew that small deadly spears were flying at them from all directions and they had no defense for them.
Standing still for a moment to long a golden haired She-Mare grunts as an arrow thuds into the bulging muscle just below the transition between her human abdomen and her equine chest. Staggering back she felt the sting of a second shaft in the side of her left rear flank. Tripping over herself she falls to her right side and is about to rise into a hail of arrows when a larger roan near her takes the volley. Shot under her right arm, in the lungs and both breasts she makes a spasmodic death leap and falls over the wounded palomino. In her weakened state the golden mare cannot free herself from the corpse that pins her down. Panic gives way to acceptance and she lays back to await her fate thinking that if an arrow didn't find her heart a sword would. As it happened the dead body of her sister mare took the brunt of two more shafts that would have gut shot the wounded bitch.
A petite, white furred albino takes a shaft just above and right of her human looking belly button. The arrow drive right through her slim waist and the bloody point sticks out her back. Her dainty hands drop a sword and grab the offending arrow while she stares down with large, rose colored eyes. She drops to her knees just as an arrow zooms over her left shoulder. Had she not, it would have embedded in her tit and she would be dead now. Nerves shattered with fear, the young She-Mare lays on her side crying uncontrollably.
The discipline in the rear guard was breaking down, they could not see the enemy, yet one after another they were dying. As a dark mare caught a shaft between the shoulders that dropped her to her knees spitting blood, a big palomino spotted the shooter up in a tree. She tried to get him with her spear but could not get the needed altitude. Her arm was raised as she hurled her spear at the human when his next shaft drove down into her side under her arm. Shaking and rearing in pain she got drilled in her chest between her front legs. Falling to her right side she lay with her upper torso skyward and her left tit a perfect target. She was helpless as she watched her opponent take careful aim at the large, firm, heaving, golden mound and fire the arrow that bored dead center thru her pink nipple, ravishing her boob and out her back to stop in the dirt. The beautiful bitch yelped once and grabbed her wounded mound then went limp. Meanwhile the dark mare had sunk down on her chest with her rear legs still upright leaving her black ass pointed up. Spotting the brown pussy lips a bowman loosed a shaft that tore deep into the upraised love box. It was a fatal fuck as the feathered dick shot it's steel load into her womb and beyond. Her rear legs kicked out and she fell over drowning in her own blood.
Shooting almost straight down, the marksmen rarely missed and the power of the bows at the short range would drive the entire arrow into the broad backs of the She-Mares below, ripping enough organs to ensure a kill. Caught in the spine and her back half paralyzed, a brown and white paint lay on her side helpless. She doesn't feel the arrow that thuds into her belly, nor the one that buries it's point in her ass. She does cry out when steel tipped wood bores down through her right teat and into her chest cavity to end her life.
A razor sharp blade raping her lung, a spotted bitch took two faltering steps, leaned against a tree, coughed blood over her boobs and slumped down to die.
A smaller roan was butt fucked when Marcus fired a shaft that drilled down just under her tail. With her rear legs failing she rolled over on her back in a small ditch. His second arrow sliced into her unprotected lower underbelly. She would die but it would be a long painful death. The bows continued their unrelenting twangs as the staggering mares continued to eat their diet of steel death, drop and expire.
As a large group of the trapped bitchmares made a break for the river Gloucet played his final card and set ablaze dried brush that had lined the banks, The roaring flames drove back the escape attempt with several unlucky witches caught in the blaze, screaming inhumanly as their fur caught fire and they burned alive.
The slaughter was terrible as mares attempting to climb the hills had line drive arrows rip deep into their tits and chests, while the ones left on the field felt the sting of death as the high arcing shafts came down into their breasts, backs and asses. A big brown mare with huge tits just starts up the hill when two well aimed bows twang and she receives a double tit shot that splits both nipples and leaves the feathers protruding from the leaking milk jugs and the points coming out her smooth back. Staggering backward and sitting down on her plump ass, she grabs one perforated knocker with each hand as if to present them to her killers, gets a puzzled look on her faced and falls on her side as if she was stuffed.
Bounding up the rocky hill a young chestnut bitchmare takes an arrow in her right front leg. Losing her footing, she tumbles back down the hill, breaking her long slender neck so she ends up looking at her own ass.
Rearing high from the shock of a front flank wound a red maned roan is drilled between her rear legs and falls over backward, legs up, then rolls on her side, back to her shooter. He is about to finish her with an arrow between her sleek shoulders when his aim is shifted to a small brown mare nearing his position with spear lowered. He fires just in time, impaling the pert left tit of the mare. With a yelp of pain, the spear drops as her hands grab the lethal arrow in a futile attempt to save herself. The hand forged and sharpened blade has cut into her heart and her world goes black as forelegs collapse and she falls. Her corpse slides to a stop mere feet in front of his position. He has forgotten the downed red roan and she will survive her wounds, saved by the quick death of her squadmate.
Seeing bowmen spring up in front of her an appaloosa changes direction to retreat down the hill, It doesn't save her as two of the deadly missiles ram home in her ass cheeks to slow her down and one more does major damage as it drills up her love tunnel till only the feathers show hanging out her cunt. Falling down the hill with her internal organs sliced and bleeding she hits her head on a rock which knocks her unconscious.
Finally, as the bowmen ran out of arrows, the death rain stopped, revealing a killing field littered with dead and wounded She-Mares. The big black She-Mare lay with a full two dozen arrows protruding from her sleek frame, as she had stood already dead the arrows had found homes in her tits, pussy, asshole, neck and most other areas.
A big blond palomino broke from the field and ran for her life, her long tail flying. Out of arrows but not wanting the busty She-Mare to escape, an archer pulls an arrow from the bosom of a dead female and fires the bloody shaft at a new target. The shot struck the galloping bitch just above the asshole between her pumping hips. Screaming in pain, the beautiful blond horsewoman staggers and drops, thrashing on the ground in her agony.
One of Reannen's advisors is matching the palomino stride for stride and as the blond falls, the silver gray skinned advisor half expects to feel the sting of an arrow also. She doesn't though, much to the chagrin of Aron who is pursuing her as fast as his legs will run. He survived his ordeal as half a man. His mutilated cock had to cut off. He had watched his brother die from infection. When he spotted the sexy white haired beauty on the battlefield, he knew at once she was one of the bitchmares that had destroyed his life. She had to pay and pay dearly. Now it looked like she was making good her escape, but fate stepped in and gave Aron a helping hand. The young filly, Saphron, took a path that placed her between the archers in the hills and The men in the trees. Neither group could get a good shot at her. Haste overcame caution and she didn't see the trip cord. All she saw was a blur, then Saphron felt a thud followed immediately by intense agony. The trip cord had released a bent sapling studded with sharpened sticks. They hit her in her girl-belly, punching in three big holes. The gut fucked filly staggered backward with the broken off sticks buried deeply in her svelte body. She sat back on her rear haunches, gasping for breath, then she slowly fell to the side. She was laying there when Aron reached her.
"Mercy, I beg you, spare me, I will be your love slave, anything", Saphron gasped out.
"Love slave, you say", responded Aron, "Perhaps you don't remember me"! With that, he pulled down his pants, showing the female his mutilated genitalia. Saphon's heart sank for she knew there was no way this man would show her any mercy. She looked around for her sword, a quick death by her own hand was better than torture. But the blade had flown from her hand when the spikes hit her and it lay well out of her reach. By now Aron stood over the prone Shebeast with her silver locks in one hand and a blade at her throat. The words he spat at Saphon were filled with loathing and hate.
"My brother is dead and I'm less than a real man because of you and your bitch race". "Well your going to pay in blood and pain for your actions"! "You know, if you were all woman you would be mighty attractive". "How about it sister, do all the stallions get horny when your around"? "Do they want to stick their big, hard cocks up your pussy and nurse on those fine tits"? "Well when I'm done with you, even a dog won't want to fuck your carcass"! "Let's see, how should we start, an eye for an eye and all that shit". He put his razor sharp blade under her left breast and sliced upward, completely severing the organ from Saphron's body.
"Yyyeeeeeoooooorrrrgh"! her scream rent the air.
"That one was for my brother's penis, this one's for mine", he calmly stated as he repeated the amputation on her right tit.
"Aaaiiiieeeee"!, the scream was a little less piercing this time. Saphron was to weak to move, her mutilated chest a mass of raw flesh and blood, every exposed nerve end sending pain signals to her overloaded brain. Still Aron was not through with his revenge.
"This is for my brother's life"' he said as he walked to the filly's hind quarters. Shapron was to weak to lash out with her hind legs, she lay helpless as he pulled her silk long silver tail out of his way and reached into her snatch. Aron found what he was looking for. Grasping her clitoris in his fingers, he deftly made two quick incisions with his blade and removed the sex organ. Saphron, close to death, merely moaned at the latest violation of her flesh.
"It's done bitch, we've thrown off the chains of your oppression and I've had my revenge on you". "I have no life to go back to but now I can die a peaceful man". With Aron's last rambling statement complete, he plunged the sword into the raw tissue of Shapron's chest, killing her instantly. Then he turned the sword on himself, jerking it up between the ribs and ripping his own heart. He crumpled on top of the once lovely She-Mare, the intimacy of death, joining their corpses.
The surviving mares hoped it was over, but there would be no easy trip home for them. All the villagers now swarmed from their defensive position and pounced on the outnumbered bitches. Farm implements become deadly weapons. A blond palomino dies with an axe splitting open her flawless face. Villagers pull out their bolos. Normally used to hunt deer and other game animals, they are equally effective against the four legged females. The weighted ropes fly out and wrap the legs of any mare they hit. Bound up in rope, they cannot walk and fall over on their sides, easy prey for human steel. The bolos also can pin a She-mares arms to her sides or strangle her if they wrap up the neck.
A small brown filly is frantically trying to untangle the rope from her front legs when she feels a sharp pain in her side. She turns her head it time to see a village woman pull a long knife from the mares side and raise it for a second strike. The young mare tries to shield herself with her arms but the blade bites deep under her upraised arm and cut a major artery. Blood spurts from the wound with every beat of the mares panicked heart, drenching the victim and her killer. The woman calmly wipes the blood from her face and walks away, leaving the young She-Mare to bleed to death.
Marcus had come up with a technique that was used by the more athletic men, running up behind a bitchmare the man would vault up on her back, clamp his legs around her sides while his left arm would snare her neck. Thus locked in position where the mare could not shake him off, he would stab his sword into the upper back of the bitch, rending her heart. The trick was to pull the sword free and jump clear before the dying mare fell and trapped your legs. Practicing the move on a dummy was easy but not quite so on a live target. A man attempting this had his hands placed on a dark mare's ass ready to vault but he hesitated for a second and her powerful hind legs shot out, catching the guy in the guts and knocking him back five yards. The bitch spun around and gutted him like a fish with a slash of her sword.
Most of the time it worked. Leaping on the back of a big white haired She-Mare, Marcus squeezed her soft furry sides with his bare thighs and got a choke hold on her long neck. As the bitchmare struggled and reared to throw him, his sword entered the right side of her pink skinned back and out through her firm right tit's red nipple. Her hands grabbing at the sword protruding from her split tit the gasping mare felt death overwhelm her. Her rear legs collapsing, Marcus ripped the sword back out and as the bitch's ass hit the ground he jumped clear of her flailing hooves.
Knocked down in the melee, one man rolled to avoid the hooves of a chestnut and found himself laying under her. Stabbing upward at anything he could reach, he lunged his sword up between her hind legs. A wild cry filled the air as the blood and guts drenched the man who was unable to free himself before the mares hindquarters fell on his face. The gutted mare suffocated him with her crotch as she was unable to rise with her mortal wound.
Charged by a leaping, red maned witch, a woman ducked low and the mare sailed over her but not over the upturned sthye that sliced the bitchmare open from chest to ass. As the gutted mare hit the ground another woman plunged a long pitchfork into her heaving breasts, leaving a row of small red holes in the pink flesh.
Gloucet had spotted a large golden palomino bitch with golden chains hanging around her neck and over her two huge melon sized and melon hard breasts topped with long turgid nipples. Her beautiful face was twisted into an evil mask as she slew her way thru the men around her. With a body yet untouched by human weapon she appeared to be unstoppable. Because of her attire and trappings Gloucet figured she was the Queen and as leader of the humans, it was his place to battle her.
With sword in right hand and spear in left he charged at the awesome four legged bitch. Thrust and block, block and thrust, the contest went back and forth as each looked for a weakness. Reannen was too quick to let him get along side and he was strong enough to deflect her blows. Suddenly he saw his opening, lunging with his sword he was blocked by the mares spear but this time, instead of meeting the force of the block, he spun with it coming around in a full circle. Her arm, expecting to meet his resistance, had instead continued on too far in it's motion and could not recover to block the thrust of his spear which now struck six inches above the crotch of her front legs. Red blood covered her golden fur as the ugly shaft was withdrawn. The bloodied Queen was slower now as his sword slashed out slicing open her right melon. A quick spear jab to the shoulder and her spear fell from a useless left hand. He began to play with her now, his sword flicked out and punched her in the swell of her abdomen, his spear buried into her side and he left it there. Reannen's sword hand was lead heavy now and a quick slash removed her sword and the hand. Another slash opens her stomach and she staggers. The bitch was finished, it was just a matter of how to end it. The Queen was down on the ground now as Gloucet decided on his kill, Straddling the hell bound bitch's back facing her ass, he brought his sword up over his head and down with all his power. Three feet of cold sharp steel drove under the long golden tail, between her butt cheeks and into her asshole angling down into her love tunnel and on into her guts. Her magnificent body shuddered but not a cry came from the lips of the proud Queen as her life ebbed away and she laid on her side to die with his spear and sword still embedded in her flesh. Gloucet took a good long look at the ravishing creature he had slain, her beauty not diminished even by her horrible death, and suddenly he became sad. He thought back to the feeling of the black mares warm pussy enveloping his cock, her wet full lips on his dick as she had died and realized this killing had gone on long enough.
In one on one contests the She-Mares were out dueling the peasants. A chubby peasant woman found herself in battle with a big roan bitch. The mare had no trouble knocking the scythes from the woman's hand and calmly stuffing her sword between the peasants large pendulous breasts. Most of the time several peasants would try to gang up on one She-Mare, such an the five peasant women who took on the roan who killed their friend, swiping at her vulnerable side and opening long gashes until the mare, weak from blood loss and pain, let herself open for a lethal thrust in the side that tore her lungs. The big roan took two more steps before faltering and with blood pouring from her mouth, collapsed and died.
Three men engaged a blond palomino mare in a sword fight and while the first two keep her busy defending her large vulnerable chest the third got behind her and threw his spear which drilled over a foot into the pink recesses of her exposed cunt. Her mind shocked by the pain in her ass, she drops her arms, leaving her double bulls eyes wide open. Coming in from both sides the swords rip up into the sweet meaty tits. Her hands come up to late, only to grasp her sliced melons as the swords are withdrawn. With blood spilling out over her grasping hands and spear fucked pussy the mare falls to her front knees, her ass up in the air, spear jutting out like a sinking ships mast, with tears in her eyes she rolls over and is still.
A brown skinned She-Mare tries to run away but a man swings a heavy sword that cuts across the top of her front legs. With muscle and tendon severed, the dark beauty tumbles down. She looks up just in time to see the sword descend on her neck. Her eyes are still wide with fear as her head rolls from her body.
Chapter #10-The Mop Up
The last of the able bodied She-Mares bolt for the river, the flames having burned themselves out, most make it to the watery refuge and begin swimming down river away from the battle. A few are picked off tying to escape like one chesty devil who charges at the man between her and the river hoping he will break and run. At the last second he does, but not before he plants the butt of his spear in the ground, it's point facing the galloping mare. Her momentum drives the spear up between her front legs, and, as she falls forward, all four feet of the lethal shaft impales her until the point is driven out her back.
An appaloosa stumbles as she nears the river, giving a sexy young village girl time to leap on the bitches back and rip her scythe across the appaloosa's throat. Jumping off the doomed mare the girl watches in approval as the mare sinks down, choking on her own blood, paid back for stealing her husband.
Speared in her rear flank, a big white mare tried to pull herself to the river with her front legs as a man jumps her back, pulls her head back and begins stabbing down into her outthrust breasts. His angle of attack is wrong and the blade does not penetrate the rib cage and heart. The struggling bitch finally throws off the man only to have him grab the weaponless mare in a lovers embrace and this time bring his knife up under her mutilated left tit between the ribs, killing her.
"Let them go, we've broken them", hollers Gloucet over the din of battle as the surviving mares, a fraction of the hundreds that began the battle, swim frantically for safety. One or two individual combats still engaged now break off and their four legged participants flee the scene of their defeat.
Just as Gloucet was calling a halt to the battle, a big, well built, black horsewoman felt her legs being wrapped up by a bolo and fell hard to her side. Her weapons were knocked from stunned hands and she looked up at a small man raising a spear over her chest. His hands trembled as he held the spear directly over her large dark breast, trying to summon the will to end the beautiful females life. "Do it", she encouraged, laying back to give him a better angle at her magnificent teats. She preferred a quick death over the torture the mares expected if captured. Taking a deep breath, she waited for the thrust. Just as the man is about to stab her, he hears the cease hostilities command. With a sigh of relief, he throws the spear to the ground. The mare is fearful of being captive but soon word spreads that survivors are not to be harmed. The Mares sense of honor dictates that they are now the slaves of the victorious humans. They do not attempt to flee as they are unbound. She doesn't struggle as he cuts the ropes on her legs and helps her stand.
A huge cheer rises up from them throats of the victorious villagers as they realize victory is theirs. As the victors survey the carnage, the question becomes what to do with the wounded now that the blood lust has subsided. Gloucet orders that the mortally wounded be granted a quick death while the survivable prisoners and the few unwounded captives be brought back to the village, nursed to heath, and either traded back to the She-Mare race for their own men or kept as slaves. In these days of primitive medicine, battle wounds in the guts or wounds that perforate the intestines are rarely survivable. The victims succumb to massive internal infections after a few miserable days of agony.
Marcus heads up the final phase, with a group of men they cover the battlefield going from one downed bitch to the next, if a mare can get up and walk, she is helped off to have her wounds cleaned and bandaged. The mares to bad off to rise know that they have taken mortal wounds and death awaits them one way or the other so as the executioners approach they summon their dignity and courage, gaze up with large eyes pleading for a sure thrust and lay back to expose their full breasts to the spear.
The chesty devil with four feet of spear in her is the first to take the coup de grace. Her huge knockers are unmarked as she lays back, coughing up blood, and awaits death. Her executioner stands over her and can't help but admire the firm tits as they labor to rise and fall, kneeling down he caresses his target bringing her nipples to attention and her eyes softly plead for mercy. Bending down he puts the long firm nipple in his mouth, sucks deep and tastes the last milk this bitch will ever give. Now standing again he raises the spear and drives it down into the firm tit flesh. The mares arms fly out as she emits her last cry.
The men come to a moaning mare with a mans body lying beneath her prostrate ass. Pulling the big She-Mare off they find the man dead, his sword still driven to the hilt in the mares guts. Her rear legs spasm as the sword is pulled out and plunged into her breast to rend the heart of the bitch.
Just as the death squad arrives, the ass shot appaloosa bitch who was knocked unconscious begins to revive. As the cobwebs clear from her mind a quick look around tells her the story. She struggles to get to her feet and manages to get her front legs up and if it had only been the two arrows in her ass she probably would have survived, but the pussy hit had caused to much damage, her excrement already tainting her body cavities. She could not get her rear legs to obey and as the men confronted her she still had her bleeding ass on the dirt. Her courage gone she begged for her life, "Please have mercy, fuck me, rape me, let me suck you off, just don't kill me" pleaded the beautiful doomed She-Mare. She was still pleading and offering her large undamaged pink boobs to the men who knew she could not survive when the sword ripped under her red left nipple and put her back down for good.
Next they came to the red roan who had taken two arrows. She still lay on her side but was alert and the men could see the wounds, while severe were not mortal. Giving the downed female a leather strap to bite on the arrows were pulled from her flank and between her legs. Stifling her bleeding with cloth the men helped her to rise and supported her wobbling frame as she limped to the village for treatment.
Coming to the rear guard roan still laying on her back Marcus shakes her gently and she emits a moan. His arrows protrude from her ass and belly and he knows her wounds are fatal. Cradling her beautiful red head in his hands He strokes her hair and whispers "I'm sorry it had to come to this" to the dying mare. She opens her big green tear filled eyes and manages to gasp out "It hurts so bad, please finish me". His young heart filling with remorse for the slaughter he has inflicted, he nods to the stricken beast, closes her eyes and holds the tip of his knife under her left breast. Still cradling her head, he ends her suffering with a well placed thrust up through the ribs into her heart. Her body jerks once then a peaceful smile forms on her full lips as she relaxes in his arms, her suffering over. Marcus sobs as he lowers her once proud head and sick of the killing, walks off to find a wounded mare he can save.
He happens across a golden palomino trapped under a dead mare and as he approaches she expects to meet her death. Gritting her teeth and closing her big blue eyes, she lays back before him, firm tan breasts ready to take the sword. Instead she feels his hands stroke her hair as he whispers to her, "you'll not die today beautiful creature, but it will hurt when I remove the arrows". The stunned female looks into his eyes and sees compassion and she nods for him to proceed. Giving her a leather strap to bite, he removes the front arrow then the rear shaft. She grimaces but does not cry out. Then summoning several others, the dead mare is dragged off her body and she is helped to her feet. Marcus personally helps her to the village and cleans her wounds for he has decided to take this stunning female as his own.
A young girl has come across the wounded Albino, still laying on the ground and sobbing. They are about the same age, adolescents just blooming into full womanhood. The girl is afraid to summon any men to help. She has seen other belly shot mares being put down and feels sympathy for the white haired mare. Instead, she calms the mares fears, breaks the arrow and pulls it out. The Albino grimaces and grits her teeth, then the worst is over. The girl, her name is Ivy, pads the entrance and exit wounds and bandages the mare's belly. Olana, the She-Mare, shows her gratitude by kissing Ivy's cheek as the girl helps her up.
All over the field the scene is repeated as some mares are saved while badly wounded mares with guts laid open, arrows buried deep in their sides, spears up their assholes emit one last yelp as the sharp head of the spear splits open their turgid nipples to ream the blackness out of their hearts.
One of the last She-Mares found alive is a big blond maned chestnut. She has stopped thrashing and lays on her side moaning softly. At first the men feel she should be put out of her misery because she has taken an arrow in her ass, but a closer look at the wound shows it to be above the asshole. No blood seeps from her anus that would indicate a cut to the intestines. It is decided she has a good chance to live, so the men hold her legs while the arrow is carefully removed. It's a painful process and the busty blond crys and grips the leg of a man near her as the shaft is withdrawn. She will have to lay there for a while until she has the strength to walk. One guy volunteers to stay with her and he spends the time massaging her perfect breasts to calm her down and she responds by undoing his fly and sucking him off, readily drinking his cum.
The young filly shot through the neck and leg survives the melee but is very weak from loss of blood. Wounds in her leg and ass are relatively minor but her vocal cords have been severed by the arrow passing through her neck. She will never talk again.
The human victors begin to realize the scope of their actions as they gaze over the hundreds of beautiful creatures they have destroyed. Meanwhile, wounded human and about thirty wounded She-Mares limp along together, both knowing their lives will never be the same. It takes several weeks before all the wounded have recovered and none of the mares attempts to escape. Why should they, life as they once knew it is over forever.
Chapter #11- Life Changes
The very pregnant, the young, and the infirm were basically the only She-Mares that did not participate in the battle. Words do not describe the anguish in their village when the few survivors returned and relayed the news of the massacre. Their spirit broken, the cream of their race massacred, they abandoned their village and wandered off in small groups, afraid the humans with their new super weapon would decide to attack the mare village and kill the rest of them. They would continue to breed but would never again live as a civilization, but would instead revert back to the ways of a wild animal. Most of the male slaves returned to their homes and told of the breakdown of the She-Mare society so it was decided to keep all the recovering mares as domestic animals. It was easy to break them after the humiliation of the battle. A few of the "house pets" whose mistresses survived the carnage stayed with the downtrodden females in their time of woe including a man who was nursing his chestnut mare owner back to health.
The mares bountiful breast milk was used to nurse the village babies and they also pulled plows and wagons. The humans learned to ride on the strong backs of the fleet footed beasts and while they never developed bridles, they had those magnificent hooters to hold on to. Remembering the feeling of fucking the dead bitch, Gloucet began to fuck the captives nightly, soon preferring the feeling of their fur covered ass to human women. The She-Mares did not seem to mind their roles as sex slaves and looked forward to taking his eleven inch cock in their warm pussies and they damn near fought over the chance to take him up their tight assholes. The other village men also had sex with the mares but their small cocks didn't satisfy the deep pussies of the She-Mares, so mares would continue their lesbian loves amongst themselves, and the human women, while at first resentful of the surviving She-Mares would soon discover the joys of lesbian threesomes with their four footed sisters.
A woman would bury her face in a furry pussy while fingering the tight asshole and rear nipples and the second woman shoving her snatch in the mares face to be tongue fucked. Sucking the She-Mares firm tits the women swallowed her milk and sprayed it over their own breasts for the mare to lick off. Using crude wooden dildos sanded smooth to avoid splinters the threesomes would bring each other to fantastic orgasms. Marcus and his now fully recovered equine pet whose name turned out to be Eva, had found like Milchap and Gerda, that love was possible between the races. Their lovemaking was filled with passion and animal lust but also tenderness. He had learned much from watching the mares mating rituals and knew how to bring Eva to dramatic orgasms while she soon added the techniques needed for human males to her sexual arsenal. They only had eyes for each other and she gave up her lesbian ways while he kept his cock in his pants around other females. Eva became the first She-Mare to be impregnated by a human male when one evening he timed her ovulation perfectly and slipped his cock into her hot vagina as she was in heat.
Ivy and Olana became fast friends and lovers, so much so that when Ivy was to marry, she insisted that Olana live with them as a full partner. Ivy's intended bridegroom, eyeing up Olana's long white hair, pert mouth, full rounded breasts and plump inviting ass; had no problems with the arrangements.
Soon the mares had moved from the stables and were living with their various male and female lovers. The big black mare was taken in by the man would had almost been her executioner. She developed a taste for human sperm and would suck him off twice a day. He had all the milk he could drink, drinking deep from her boob bounty as she drained his balls. For a little guy he had a good sized dick but the mare had even bigger pussy. To satisfy her, after he shot a load into her snatch, he would fist fuck the mares big hole till she came.
For now things were working out, and in spite of the oppression and death of the past the two races coexisted, it would be many years before the growing aggressiveness in humans and their growing taste for horsemeat would sour the relationship and relegate the last of the She-Mares to a mere game animal.
