Initiation: A Young Girl Became an Amazon Warrior
Initiation: A Young Girl Became an Amazon Warrior  
  
The most exciting thing in an Amazons life was her initiation as a  
warrior. Before the initiation, she was a young girl, a minor.  
Afterwards, she was a warrior, with all the rights and pride of a  
woman. The ritual was a relic from a time so ancient that it was a  
myth. But the myth, the stories, and the traditions survived.  
  
We were a tribe of beautiful women who were determined not to submit to  
male sexual subjugation. So we became warriors. We worshipped the  
Goddess. She gave us strength and beauty, made us feel really good  
about ourselves, our bodies. We became lesbians. We conquered the male  
in Amazonia and kept a very few for breeding. The rest we castrated.  
Obviously the Goddess made male just to satisfy us sexually, because the  
extreme pain of castration always killed them. And SHE revealed to us  
how to fix the males balls so that he could make us pregnant only with  
beautiful daughters. It was extremely painful. Afterwards, he would  
feel castrated, his maleness broken. So we kept a few sex slaves in a  
corner of Amazonia where girls were not allowed.  
  
Those were the myths. It had been ages since the Goddess threw up the  
magic mist that protected us. To an Amazon, the mist was only a few  
inches thick. To everyone else, it was impenetrable. He would walk  
into the mist, get lost, and end up where he started. It had been ages  
since we had to fight, beautiful ages devoted to lovemaking. But we  
still had the slaves. And the warrior traditions. A girl could earn  
full right to be a woman only if she defeated a male in combat. And  
what better way to prove it than bringing back his cock and balls?  
  
Girls in Amazonia matured early. At sixteen, I was sexually very  
active. Although I had never seen a male, I knew all about him from  
stories. I was ready to conquer one to prove my worthiness to be a  
warrior. We girls of that age talked about the initiation all the  
time. Some wanted a fast combat and castration. Some fantasize about  
teasing and tormenting the poor thing before the cut. Of course we had  
to be very careful. A girl was not allowed to enjoy a male. It was all  
right to have fun teasing him. It was terrible to let his come touch  
our body before we became a warrior. A girl was not entitled to enjoy  
male sexually. She who teased also suffered from intensive horniness  
without release.  
  
Like most girls about to begin the COMBAT, I stopped making love days  
before. It was hard. Amazonia was a land of love. Lovemaking was the  
most important thing in our lives. We made love all the time. The  
sound and smell of lovemaking increased the tension inside my body. It  
made me jumpy. My reactions quickened. It made me hypersensitive.  
Sometimes I just could not help it and held my lover(s) tight to my  
tits. It only made it worse afterwards. Abstinence was part of the  
ancient ritual.  
  
The day finally arrived. I wanted to get it over with. I left early,  
hoping to return the same night. I saw the magic mist that protected us  
and hesitated. Then I gathered up my courage and spurred the horse. In  
one second, I was outside, away from Amazonia. The landscape looked the  
same, but it felt different. I no longer had that secure feeling. I  
was ready to fight. The ancient instincts were fully awake.  
  
He was on foot, about six inches taller than me. His body was lean.  
And I felt that he was kind of good looking too. The most important  
thing was that bulk between his legs; it was huge. I wanted to bring  
back a big one. He carried a sword. So it would be a real fight. I  
stalked him. I wanted to do it close to a river or a lake so that I  
could bath myself afterwards. Some girls did not bother to do it. But  
I wanted to carry out every ritual.  
  
He led me to a secluded place on a small lake. The grass was soft, the  
water clear. It was surrounded by brushes. Then he turned around,  
pulled his sword, and waited for me to step into the clearing. He saw  
me a while ago and knew that I was an Amazon. He heard the legends of  
the super beautiful women warriors. He saw one and wanted a sex slave.  
He was so confident. I tied my horse to a tree and walked up to him,  
drawing my sword.  
  
We fought. The swords rang. He was a good swordsman. But I had a  
tremendous advantage. I did not mind killing him and take his cock and  
balls afterwards. I gradually realized that he did not even want to  
hurt me. He wanted to smash the sword out of my hand and disarm me. We  
lock swords and he forced me against a tree. He was overpowering me.  
Then I took the gamble. I suddenly stopped resisting and sidestepped.  
His sword cut into the tree. The instant gave me the chance. I kicked  
his balls hard. He dropped to the ground, retching, nursing his balls.  
I dropped my sword and kneeled beside him. Incredibly, his hands left  
his balls and reached for my big firm tits! That was exactly what I  
wanted him to do. Just before his hands touched my body, I gave his  
balls a heavy blow and he fainted.  
  
I stripped him and put him on my saddle blanket. I used strong silk  
ropes to tie him up, each limb to a tree. He was totally helpless, but  
very comfortable. Then I bathed myself in the lake and changed into  
sexy clothes. I was going to give him a full view of the beautiful  
Amazon. I was going to give him all the pleasure an Amazon could give,  
except an orgasm. I have always been mischievous and adventurous. I  
was going to have a lot of fun. I was going to bring back to the temple  
a huge, fully erected cock.  
  
He regained his consciousness and understood what will happen to him.  
He was also totally captivated by my beauty. I slowly untied my hair,  
letting my full mane of long blonde hair loose. Then slowly and sexily,  
I danced and stripped. He was so excited that his cock was fully  
erect. I kicked his cock very lightly. I stepped on his balls, but did  
not put my weight on them. It took a lot of restrain not to crush  
them. I took a long time to take off everything except my tiny, lacy,  
G-string. The thin lace inflamed and contained his passion. My little  
pussy was clearly visible, very hot. It could give a cock intense  
pleasure. It would give him intensive frustration.  
  
For a long time, I did not touch his cock. It blobbed helplessly in the  
air. I slowly danced down to him, swinging my big white tits just in  
front of his face. He tried to bring up his hands to grab me, but the  
ropes held him back. He raised his face to kiss me, but I moved away.  
I teased his body and his cock with my long loose hair and heard him  
moan. I lowered my tits to within an inch or two of its head. He tried  
to raise and fuck my tits. But I quickly moved up. I lowered my face  
to his huge cock. It twitched in the air, expecting to feel my lips and  
mouth. But all it got was a blow of hot breath. Then I let my saliva  
dripped on to his cock. The poor thing seem to get bigger every  
minute.  
  
I teased him for a long time before I grabbed his cock. It was so huge,  
so hard, so hot, so alive. It was pulsing in my soft little hand. I  
let him fuck my hand, groaning with intense pleasure. Just before he  
came, I hit his balls hard, stopping his orgasm. I was getting  
extremely horny. But neither of us could come. Several times I brought  
him to the edge of release and then hit or squeezed his balls hard to  
stop him. I grabbed his cock and rubbed its huge head against my tiny  
G-string. What a barrier that thin, transparent lace was! I rubbed it  
against my big firm tits. I was really enjoying it. I rubbed it faster  
and faster and he cried out in pleasure. Just before he came, I took  
out the short knife and cut it off with one quick stroke.  
  
I quickly put a gold clamp on its base to keep the blood in. It would  
stay that way. I had my prize. The shock of pain hit him. He was  
screaming. I grabbed his balls, still big and full of come, and very  
slowly cut them off. I wanted to savor every moment. Then I tied up  
the balls in their scrotum bag with a silk string. Compared to the  
stories I heard all my life, these balls were huge. When I was  
finished, he had fainted. The legends were true. Goddess made male to  
give female sexual pleasure. That was the only purpose for male. That  
must be the reason why they could not survive a castration.  
  
I stripped off the G-string and walked into the lake to bath. The water  
cooled my passion. I was on the edge of coming. Then I gathered up my  
prize and galloped back to Amazonia. I was so high and relax. The  
world was different. I saw the magic mist and charged through it, back  
to the safety of Amazonia. I was flying.  
  
The village heard my horse before I turned the corner. They were all  
there, waiting for me in front of the temple. Beautiful Amazons. Most  
were naked. Some wore a G-string. When I dismounted, they came to  
congratulated me. They did not need to ask. They knew. They totally  
surrounded me. Tits pressed against my body, my arms, my back.  
Everyone kissed me. I was dizzy.  
  
The priestess was there. She was about 40, a mature, alluring woman.  
All others parted respectfully. She held me in her arms and kissed me  
deeply in congratulation. I took my prize out of the box. Everyone  
grasped in surprise at its size. The priestess sighed and said: "follow  
me."  
  
I heard the chanting of prayers to the Goddess. I kneeled and made the  
offering of the cock and balls. Then I heard the priestesss sexy voice  
saying: "She has fulfilled her quest. She brought back a cock and a set  
of balls to prove it. She is now a warrior, with all the privileges."  
  
She helped me up and pulled me to her. I went into her arms and kissed  
her. I could not hold it any more. The sexual deprivation of the last  
few days and the excitement of the castration was too much. I straddled  
her long leg. When my pussy lips touched the silky leg, I came. It was  
the most powerful, most intense orgasm in my life. What a beautiful way  
to become a warrior.