AN: This is a side story to "Single Combat". Please read "Single Combat" and "Single Combat: the High Priestess" first if you haven't already.
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"Yarei, take him to the preparation room and give him the ceremonial loincloth," ordered Queen Hippolyta, clearly trying to keep a straight face.
"Yes my queen. This way please." Yarei couldn't control her mirth. She giggled, just a little. This idiot was dressing himself up for execution. Just like a pig putting an apple in its own mouth and handing the farmer the knife.
"Care to let me in on the joke?" asked the western Jarl as he followed Yarei down the steps to the preparation room.
"Oh its nothing. I just remembered a joke I heard once."
They reached the bottom of the staircase. The preparation room was small, dark and dingy. The Jarl began to disrobe. "I am quite looking forward to this match," he said as he removed his shirt.
"Then you are a fool. Queen Hippolyta will slaughter you like a pig and offer your severed cock to the Goddess."
"So she plans to wait until after she kills me to castrate me then? Very kind of her. Still, I hope this goddess of yours has a big appetite." He dropped his pants.
Yarei gasped. Her eyes nearly fell out of her head. She had never seen, heard of, or imagined that a man might have such a huge cock. Still soft, it hung longer than her forearm, and thicker too. For a moment, she felt like the whole world had shifted. She realized that somehow, it was the Amazons who were trapped, not the westerners. She didn't know how it had come to pass, but she did know one thing: this man couldn't possibly be defeated.
"Don't stare, you're embarrassing me," the Jarl chuckled, mocking her. "Besides, this is for your Queen, not you. The loincloth, if you please."
Yarei started, coming out of her daze. She handed the Jarl the tattered ceremonial loincloth. As the Jarl tightened the cloth around his hips, Yarei shook herself. So he had a big dick. So what? That didn't make him a better fighter. Amazonia was invincible, the Amazons were invincible, and most importantly, Queen Hippolyta was completely invincible. Not once had she ever been defeated, even by another Amazon. This westerner would fall, just like all the others.
Even so, Yarei couldn't shake the feeling of dread. Were the westerners planning some kind of devious trick? Their numbers were matched inside the arena and the arena was smack dab in the middle of Amazonia, the city of the Amazons. What could they hope to accomplish with only ten thousand? But still the aura of control that the Jarl emitted made her uneasy.
The Jarl thanked her for her assistance and strode out onto the field. Yarei quickly climbed into the stands, sitting among her scouts. Many of them openly eyed Yarei's long, shapely legs and small muscular ass as she sat down. Yarei's ass was highly coveted in the Amazon Army, almost as much as her place in the Queen's bedchamber. Hippolyta had once told her that she had the best butt in the southern jungles, a compliment she valued highly.
The uneasy feeling in the pit of Yarei's stomach began to fade. She watched Queen Hippolyta converse with the Jarl, looking forward to the show. Queen Hippolyta was so beautiful. Yarei knew she was truly lucky to spend her nights with her. The sight of her, standing proud in her skimpy chain bikini which barely contained her gigantic breasts reassured Yarei immensely. The males of the Steel Horde were laughing and joking with each other, blatantly ogling the Amazons. Fools. Soon, they would all be dead. There was one man, though, who remained silent. Yarei could have sworn that he was staring right at her. Still, no reason to be worried. She laughed with everyone else when the foolish male refused to wield a weapon. And then it happened.
She didn't see how he had done it. For a fraction of a second, it was as if the Jarl completely disappeared from her sight. And then he was holding the queen's chainmail top aloft as his men cheered. Hippolyta's titanic tits, which Yarei had spent many nights worshiping, were bare to all twenty thousand spectators. The queen looked stunned for a moment before she regained her composure. Yarei's feeling of uneasiness returned in spades.
"Scouts!" She ordered. "Prepare to move on my order."
"Commander!" said Jaen, one of her best scouts. "You don't really think the queen might lose, do you?"
"Of course not. Just... remain alert."
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All of her worst fears came true. Queen Hippolyta was now on the ground while the Jarl knelt over her head, beating her face with his gigantic meat club. "Scouts! Let's move!"
"Where do we attack, Ma'am?"
"We don't attack. We run."
"But the gate is sealed!"
"We'll head for the top of the stadium, then climb down the outside." It was a dangerous plan. Her scouts were expert climbers, but the stadium was tall and its outer face had few handholds. Some of her scouts would surely fall to their deaths. Nevertheless, Yarei had to warn the other Amazons, to tell them to run. To tell them that these westerners could not be defeated.
"I SURRENDER!" The voice of the defeated queen echoed through the Arena of the Liberator. For a moment, no one moved. Then the men poured around the stadium, rushing at the Amazons.
"GO!" she ordered. The squad of ten scouts, plus Yarei herself, raced for the top of the Arena. Yarei allowed herself one final glance at her beloved queen. She was kneeling before the Jarl, her lips stretched around the girth of his massive member. "I can't save you," she whispered. "Forgive me, my Queen."
The eleven Amazons raced up the stands toward the top of the stadium. To their left, the male army broke into a makeshift line the Amazons had rallied to try to hold them back. Each and every woman who tried to fight back was being thrown down, having her clothes torn off, and getting raped. No matter how hard the Amazons fought, not a single man fell. From the throats of Amazons arose the sounds of fear, pain, anger, and despair. From the men, laughter and shouts as if they were merely hunting.
Yarei's group rushed to the top of the stadium. The upper seats were deserted as their previous occupants had rushed downward to fight or make for the gate. However, in the back row sat a single man. Yarei recognized him as same the man who had been staring at her across the stadium earlier. How had he gotten here so quickly? He was young. Maybe even younger than Yarei. Unlike most of the westerners, he had no facial hair, and his smooth jaw was broad and strong. His brown hair was shortly cropped, except for a single braid which dangled from the nape of his neck. Above the waist he was bare, his torso slim but muscular and toned. Below the waist, he wore pair of fur breaches. He smiled and stood up. "I thought you might try something like this," he said. He began walking toward Yarei's group, in no hurry.
"Scouts, spread out!" Yarei ordered. "He's alone, we can defeat him!" The ten scouts fanned out into a formation they had often practiced and attacked as a single unit. The sight made Yarei proud, for a moment. Then...
The lone enemy somehow avoided every attack, then counterattacked, striking with punches to stomachs, kicks to chests, and chops to the back of necks. In seconds, all her scouts were down. The man didn't even look phased, as if he had merely stepped over a log or ducked under a branch on his way forward, as if her scouts were only minor obstacles. Yarei felt her legs give out. How could this be possible? She and her scouts had trained together every single day for the past two years. They'd fought together in countless battles. Never once had they failed to accomplish their mission. This man had beaten them with the ease of swatting flies. She fell to her knees as the enemy soldier continued toward her.
When he was about a foot away from her, he paused, reaching into the hem of his pants. He pulled out his cock, fourteen inches of semi-erect meat dangling in her face. Yarei's jaw dropped. Were these all these westerners hung like horses? He pushed the plum sized head into her mouth before she could react. The salty taste of sweat assaulted her tongue. She nearly gagged.
"You're name is Yarei, correct? I am called Ragnar." He spoke as if he was shaking her hand rather than shoving his dick into her mouth. "I lead the sixth legion of the Steel Horde. We have met once before, at the parley out on the plain when Jarl Edric met with your queen to agree to single combat. If you don't mind me saying so, I was much taken by your beauty. My favorite part was watching you walk away." Ragnar leaned over her to sneak a peek down at her ass.
Yarei recovered her wits. What was she doing, allowing the enemy to approach her and shove his cock into her mouth without fighting back? She spat it out and lunged forward, striking at the side of his head with a fist. He stepped into her attack, catching her arm with ease. Then he pulled her head up and leaned his own head down to meet her mouth in a passionate kiss. Yarei was completely taken by surprise, and despite the situation, she found herself kissing back with equal passion. By the time he pulled his mouth away from hers, she was panting.
"Forgive me my lady, it seems I have made a mistake. You see, where I come from when a woman kneels before a man it is considered a sign of submission, and usually indicates that she wants to suck his cock. I see now that you were just surprised." He smiled slyly.
"Let me go," gasped Yarei, still breathless from the kiss.
"I'm afraid I can't. Jarl Edric ordered us not to let any of your people escape from the arena unclaimed."
"So you plan on 'claiming' me then, do you?"
"I will. But only if you want me to."
"I DON'T want you to. Let me GO!" She struggled.
Ragnar released her, stepping back. "If that is truly your wish, then you will be claimed by another. My comrades by and large do not share my predilection for consent, but you will no doubt love it by the end."
She rushed to the closest of her fallen scouts and felt for a pulse. Thankfully, she found one. The girl was beginning to stir.
