Had I just stayed in Boston and worked in the family business, my life would have been so simple, simple and long. But no, I had to head west and try to make my fortune mining gold. I’ll say one thing, life sure wasn’t boring anymore.

One year after leaving Boston , I was camping with ten other miners on the bank of a small stream. We were several days travel from any town and had set up our own little city complete with six hookers. Our days were spent panning for the precious yellow metal while the women cooked our meals and washed clothes. In the evenings, the whores bartered their bodies for gold nuggets. It was a win-win situation for all, we thought.

I was not the nieve twenty-one year old, green easterner anymore. A year of saddle sores, card sharks and doomed love affairs with prostitutes had wizened and toughened me. Still, I was not prepared for the next turn in my life’s path. Oh, I had heard rumors of unrest in the natives but thought the Army’s crack 69^th light Calvary had them in control. This all female unit had been formed to protect the Western frontier while most of the male troops were tied up in the Civil War, If any of the residents of our camp knew we were trespassing on land the natives considered sacred, they didn’t talk about it.

The day seemed ordinary, I was panning a spot in the stream and from my vantage point I could see the other men doing likewise. Back in the camp about two hundred yards away, I could make out the large figure of Carol busily stirring a large cook pot. I could imagine her huge breasts whipping to and fro in time with her motions. Marsha, her close friend, worked nearby. Vicky was downstream, washing her long black hair. Vicky was my favorite, young and firm, perky breasts and boundless energy in the sack. I visited her tent on a weekly basis, leaving my seed in her womb and my nuggets in her purse.

But this day was not destined to be ordinary. A half-mile away, over the rise, destruction and death prepared the day’s agenda.

Rashima surveyed the band of young Amazons assembled around her. Sixty, sultry women kept tight rein on their war ponies, bare legs squeezing the firm sides of the snorting beasts. The Amazons were itching for a fight and the ponies sensed and echoed the female’s arousal. Amazon cavalry relied on surprise and speed to obtain victory, swooping in fast, doing maximum damage, and escaping before an enemy could react. Rashima’s band was outfitted to that tactic. They rode bare back and dressed only in deerskin bikini panties. Standard armaments included bow and arrow, lance, warclub and a knife.

Rashima was undisputed Queen on this band of warrior women and she ruled an area of about two hundred square miles. She fought other bands as often as she battled the settlers and the inability of the Amazon tribes to coexist was the main reason the settlers were able to get a foothold on the lands. It had been that way for decades before the arrival of the settlers, going back to the times when males ruled the native population. Intertribal wars had all but wiped out the men when the females took over, vowing to end the bloodshed. Peace lasted about a generation before the jealousies arose again. This time a new commodity sparked them, male breeding stock; now in short supply. Soon the female of the species proved she could be more bloodthirsty than her male counterpart. Thus when the settlers pushed in, the amazons could not overcome their distrust for each other long enough to drive them out. Individual tribes staged raiding parties, usually killing all but the young men who were kept as stud stock. Once in a while a woman would be allowed to join the band rather than be killed but only if she fought well, was young and pretty. That was why there were a couple of light skinned blondes and redheads amongst Rashima’s tawny skinned dark-haired band.

The war party formed up behind the rise and Rashima signaled for the attack to begin. Amazons crested the rise at full gallop and raced down on their unprepared foes.

I failed to notice the advancing women until they were but two hundred yards away and began their high pitched war cries. I dropped my pan and reached for a rifle. It was an old 45-70 single shot Krag. I also had a 44 caliber Colt cap and ball revolver. The other miners were similarly armed. We didn’t have the extra money for new Colt peacemakers and Winchester repeating rifles. It wouldn’t have made much difference anyway; the Amazons were almost on top of us before we opened fire.

I got off one lucky shot with the Krag, hitting an Amazon between her bouncing tits. The bow she had drawn tight flew from her hands as she tumbled backward off her speeding pony. I didn’t have time to see her fall because another tall, dark haired beauty was bearing down on me. I didn’t know it at the time, but it was Rashima herself. Dropping the empty Krag, I drew my pistol and took aim. This time the deep valley between her lush bosoms was an intended target. The big percussion pistol barked in my hand. At that very instant, Rashima’s pony raised its head and caught the bullet between the eyes. Gallant sacrifice or dumb accident, no one will ever know, but it saved the Queen’s regal bustline from my hot lead. The pony’s legs collapsed in mid stride, sending the Amazon Queen flying over its head. A familiar scream caused me to turn away.

Down stream, I could see Vicky engaged in a hand to hand battle with a tall blond amazon. She was too far away for a sure pistol shot so I reached for the Krag again. As I fumbled to reload the rifle, I hoped Vicky could hold off the big blond until I could plug the bitch. Suddenly my head seamed to explode and everything became dark.

With the reflexes of a cat, Rashima had tucked in her head as soon as the horse stumbled. She had landed on her shoulder and rolled. Springing to her feet she ran without losing a step, the war club firmly in her hand. Moments later, she had smacked me in the back of the head. The rest of the carnage continued without my participation.

While six of the miners were already dead, the rest made the Amazons pay in blood before they too went to the great gold mine in the sky. A full-breasted Amazon, crazed with the smell of blood charged at two miners who fanned their big bore pistols at her lush body. The woman was staggered backwards as the fusillade of lead that ripped into her belly and breasts. Her right tit took two hits that tore ugly red holes in her soft flesh and eradicated her nipple. She made a weak attempt to proceed forward but a well-placed bullet, that drilled through the inside of her left breast and split her heart, dropped her forever.

Farther upstream, a slender Amazon swung her axe at a miner who blocked the blow with his rifle. Before she could recover, he drove the gun butt into her belly. She doubled over, gagging on bile. With a mighty swing, he crashed the stock down on the back of her head and split open her skull. She dropped like a felled tree, lifeless. He won that contest, but the outcome of the battle was never really in doubt, there were just too many of the vicious women and soon not a man was left standing and the Amazons continued on into the camp.

Carol tried to rally the four other whores in camp but most had never even fired a gun. Therese dropped first. The thirty-year-old redhead took an Amazon lance square in her belly button. It drove through her slim waist and exited out her back. The red, dripping lifeblood of the Irish lass quickly stained both sides of her white bloomers. Therese clasped both hands around the slippery shaft growing from her flat belly. Her mouth opened wide in a silent scream as she dropped to her knees and fell sideways. Hers’ would not be a quick death.

Barbanne held her old pistol with both hands, firing wildly at the howling Amazons. She got a hit with her last bullet. An Amazons’ howl went up two octaves when the 38-caliber bullet smashed into her crotch. She sprawled on the hard earth, clawing and scratching at her ruined sex.

Now out of bullets, Barbanne was quickly overwhelmed. A war club cracked her skull and she dropped. She never felt the lance drive down between her large white breasts, split her breastbone and tear open her heart.

Juli, a young, exotic, Oriental concubine, had the physical assets to become an Amazon. But, she didn’t have the courage. She turned and ran rather than face the women surrounding her. The arrow was faster. It hit her bare back and pushed through till the point stuck out between her small but hard tits. Juli took one more faltering step then fell dead.

Carol and Marsha died in a hail of Amazon arrows. The two big heavy women vainly tried to dance out of the way of the stinging shafts but it seemed that every time they turned, another painful dart sliced into their portly breasts and bellies. If they turned to far, their rotund rumps took the stinging quills. Looking something like a large, bloody porcupine, Carol did one last turn and got drilled in the pussy. She screamed and grabbed out for the already staggering Marsha. Carol fell backwards, pulling Marsha down on top of her. Some arrows snapped off but a few were driven deep into the vital organs of both women. Their torment was at an end.

Attention now turned back to Therese, who was still writhing around in agony. From out of the ranks of Amazons, walked another redhead. She spat down on Therese with contempt for Therese was from the green faction of Ireland and this Amazon used to be orange. How she knew the difference I don’t know. The redheaded Amazon tore open the whores’ chemise, exposing her tits.

"You call those things tits, you Papist cow?" "Now these are proper jugs’" she mocked as she cupped her own milky breasts. They were beautiful breasts, topped with gorgeous pink areola and nipples.

The Amazon looped the leather strap around Therese’ neck and slowly drew it tight. Therese, even in her pain sodden state, realized she was choking but could do nothing to save herself. Her eyes bugged out and her tongue distended. Her legs weakly kicked for a moment then were still. The Amazon dropped her, not bothering to retrieve the spear.

Only Vicky battled on. She had fought the big blond amazon tooth and nail and now a crowd of Amazons had gathered and was cheering on their sister. No one else interfered, in was against the code of honor.

The blond, a German girl of about twenty, outweighed Vicky by twenty pounds. She had come west as a teenager with her parents who had been ministers. Outlaws who murdered her parents and raped her attacked their wagon. She had been left for dead. Found by Amazons, she had joined their tribe.

Vicky and the busty blond fought, scratched and kicked. It had been a seesaw fight but the big girls’ strength advantage was telling. Then she made a mistake and came at Vicky with an overhand knife thrust. Vicky grabbed the blondes’ arm as the knife came down and stepped aside. She drove the knife into the blondes’ belly just under her sternum. The tall Amazon just stood there, dumbly looking at the handle of her knife sticking from her firm, tanned skin. Her blue eyes glazed over and she crumpled to the ground, a little river of rich red blood seeping along her belly and down between her legs. Vicky waited for the next attack.

Being jerked to my feet awakened me. It took a few moments for my head to clear enough to be aware of my surroundings. The camp was in flames, bodies lying everywhere. One other miner was also tied to a horse. It was a guy I knew only as Rod. I tried to see the body of my friend Jim but couldn’t make it out. I assumed he was somewhere in the rubble. Six Amazon corpses were tried over the backs of our mules while several more wounded Amazons struggled to stay horseback. To my surprise, I saw Vicky sitting behind a wounded blond, holding her up on the pony. I didn’t have time to wonder why they let her live. Rashima issued an order to move out. It was then that I realized the woman I tried to shoot was the leader of this band of she demons.

Chapter 2 – At Stud

Getting to the Amazon camp took the rest of the day. Several times we had to stop and allow the wounded girls a respite from the bouncing ride. I took the time to observe. The Amazons were all young and most were very sexy. Even though I knew they would probably kill me sometime soon, there wasn’t one of them that I wouldn’t bed down with if I got the chance. I was a little jealous of the deer that had died to provide fur for their panties.

Vicky never looked in my direction; she spent her time caring for the tall blond. I wasn’t sure; by I thought it was the same girl she had been fighting when I got knocked out. Obviously if it was, they had settled their differences. Vicky stayed by her side. She kept her dabbed in wet rags and cleaned the blood that seeped from her belly wound. I was baffled. How could I have known that during their heated combat, the two girls had developed mutual respect for each other’s skills and intensity? How could I have known that Vicky had been accepted into the Amazon tribe?

Rod snapped me out of my latest daydream, "Hey Mike, what do you think these bitches have in store for us?"

"Jeez Rod, I don’t know?" "Maybe they want to have time to kill us slow and painful like?" "Or, maybe they just want a good fuck!"

"Yah right, I think the first one is more likely." "I just hope I live long enough to see these bitches mowed down by the Army."

Our conversation was interrupted by the renewal of the journey. That evening, the answers to our questions would begin to emerge.

The Amazon camp was well hidden in a blind canyon. I didn’t see it until we were almost on top of it. When we entered it was obvious that only about two thirds of the tribe participated in the raid. Another thirty or so Amazons milled about, some young, some older women in their forties, and, in a guarded pen, eight ragged looking men!

Rod and I were forced into the pen and before long, the other men told us what to expect. They were alive for one reason, procreation. When they could no longer function, they were killed. No one knew what happened to the children born of these forced unions; apparently they were sent elsewhere to be raised, returning only when old enough to fight.

Nothing happened that night. No food, no water, no nothing. The Amazons were busy mourning their dead and tending their wounded. Next morning, however, Rod and I were dragged before Rashima. After five minutes of ranting and raving about how evil we men were, she calmed down a little and confirmed our fate; sex studs. Could be worse, I thought to myself. Then I noticed Rashima studying me. At six foot one and two hundred five pounds of hard muscle, I never had any trouble getting female attention. Rod was no slouch in the physical dept either but Rashima definitely had eyes for me. She whispered instructions to another Amazon as we were led from the tent. Next stop on my tour was a good scrub down by a pair of muscular Amazons followed by my

first food in a day. After that, Rod and I were separated and I would see him only fleetingly from there on. I was taken to a private cell near Rashima’s tent. I was to be her private stud.

Late that afternoon, I was lead at knifepoint into the Queen’s tent. Rashima lay on a bed of animal furs. She had exchanged her plain deerskin bikini for a more regal looking robe made from silk and trimmed in rabbit fur. I assume she got it on some raid. She was an exceptional woman to behold. I would judge her to be about twenty-two years of age, slim and athletic. She had dark hair that shone in the fleeting rays of the afternoon sun. Her eyes bore deeply into mine and I sensed a passionate mix of cruelty and lust in those dancing orbs. Even features and a small poutty mouth complemented her intense eyes.

Rashima shifted her position slightly and her rope slipped open. I doubt if it was accidental. It was difficult to not stare at her lush body. One firm breast was exposed, standing out on her deeply tanned skin like a volcano growing from the Kansas plains. The rigid nipple was the size and color of a ripe hazelnut. Its' twin was still hidden under the slick silk. My eyes followed the lines of her body down the flat, washboard belly to the hidden junction that made her a woman. A small triangular patch of white rabbit fur covered her groin. The color contrast was quite alluring. Growing from her inviting hips were a pair of well-shaped and muscled legs. Years of bareback horse riding had given her thighs that could squeeze every drop of sex from a man. I was impressed, and the bulge in my pants made my opinion quite evident.

The Queen made a signal to the two Amazon guards standing on either side of me and one cut my bonds while the other pulled off my pants. They then stepped off to either side of the Queen’s bed, but their eyes never left me. I knew if I made one threatening move, they would be on me in an instant with lethal results. I decided, at least for now, that I could accept what fate had dealt out. Besides, I had seen Rashima’s tongue flick over her lips when my rigid manhood whipped out.

Without a spoken word, she held out a hand and I approached to take it. She pulled me down on the bed next to her and I could feel the heat and smell the fragrant oils on her body. Rashima cupped my head and we kissed. It was hard, lustful, and almost animalistic. She mashed her lips against mine, driving her tongue deep into my oral cavity. I could taste the sweet saliva of this passionate woman who was already overheated with lust. While still lip locked, I slipped a hand under her robe and slid it down her quivering flesh from shoulder to her firm rounded ass. I pulled her tight. The length of my stiff dick was impressed into her lower belly while the rabbit skin tickled my throbbing balls. Rashima’s hips began to oscillate and a low moan tried to escape her throat but she still had not released her mouth from mine. Finally after almost thirty seconds, she released her kiss and we both gulped for air.

Rashima slipped her legs to the floor and stood facing me. She lifted her arms slightly, then rolled them backwards. The silk robe fluttered to the floor. Her hands then dropped to the bows on each hip. With a tug, the bows were undone and she held her bikini bottom in one hand. The Queen’s pussy was shaved clean and smooth as a baby’s butt. It was the first time I had seen an adult woman with no pubic hair. I liked it! I smiled and surprisingly, she smiled back. It was also the first time I had seen her smile. But still she said nothing, maintaining her aura of aloofness and control. I was sitting up now and her womanhood was but ten inches from my face. She took a step forward and the distance closed to nothing. I reacted on instinct, cupping her ass and burying my face in her hot pussy. Rashima ground her pelvic bone into my lips and my tongue drew tight circles over her wet womanhood. She arched back and spread her legs, opening up her sweet slit to my exploring lips, all the while purring like a cat being stroked. Soon she was sitting astride of my legs with my cock again pressed into her lower belly. Drops of my milky liquid were lubricating her soft skin. Her breasts had been ignored for too long so I cupped the perfect mounds in my eager massaging hands. Her nipples felt hard as erasers but they tasted much better. I kissed and nibbled on the tasty morsels before sucking deeply as a nursing infant.

I really hoped Rashima would reciprocate and let my throbbing manhood fill her sensuous mouth, but she could not wait any longer. In one quick movement, she had lifted her hips and dropped down hard on my dick. My eight inches of thick penis was instantly enveloped in her tight wet sheath. Rashima threw back her head and howled in ecstasy. Her orgasm shuddered down her body, quivering every square inch. After her spasms subsided, she began a rhythmic riding of my sensitive dick. The horny girl rode up and down on the full length of my throbbing member and I had to concentrate to maintain control and not explode to soon. I wanted to make it last as long as possible both for my benefit as well as hers.

Out of the corners of my eyes, I could see the two Amazon guards. They were also getting aroused just watching. One girl had her lance shaft between her legs and was rubbing it on her cunt. The other girl was even more involved. She was supporting herself on the lance while her hand was buried in her bikini bottom. By the look on her face I figured she had at least two fingers up her twat. If I had been inclined, I probably could have overpowered the three at that moment and escaped, but I new I would not have made it out of the camp. That plan was discarded and forgotten.

I was busy with the business at hand. I had my hands around Rashima’s slim waist and was timing my lifts and trusts to hers. Our pelvises were slamming together so hard that I knew we would both be bruised in the morning. She was building to another climax; I could feel it in her pussy. I was losing control myself, had to time it just right…….

"Ooooooaaaaaayesss!" She exploded and I responded with a massive injection of love juice into her waiting cervix. Her thighs tightened on my body and I knew what a walnut felt like in a nutcracker. Sharp nails clawed my back; her breast was mashes into my mouth. The girl masturbating herself damn near fell over. Our bodies relaxed and he slumped over in a sweaty heap on the bed. Finally she spoke, and in a voice much different than the one I had heard before.

"You were wonderful", she cooed in a soft purr.

"Lady, I’m not done, just taking a breather", I replied. There where a lot more things I wanted to explore with this beautiful girl. I swear a grin flashed across her face. Maybe she thought one was all I could handle like the rest of her tired captives. One of the guards brought us water and towels and we washed each other’s genitalia. The guard could have used a little clean up also; her bikini was stained with the dampness of her pussy juices. Rashima’s washing indeed began to get a reponse from my dick. It began to swell and she dropped the cloth and wrapped her bare hand on it. The warmth of her massaging fingers soon had my flagpole up at attention. And while I explored the damp cavern of her love hole with my fingers, she gave me the best blowjob I ever experienced. We made love for hours. We did it doggy style, I fucked her breasts, even did her up the ass. She was insatiable. By the end of the evening, we knew every crevice of each other’s bodies and were on a first name basis. I did feel a little sorry for the guards. They had to stay and watch everything and by the time they took me back to my pen for the night, they had to be two sexually frustrated women.

Most of the Amazons had fairly well defined lesbian affairs going amongst themselves. I managed to glimpse several of these girl-girl couplings. Vicky and the big blond went from enemies to friends to lovers in a matter of a day. The blond was still in bad shape but that didn’t stop the two girls from careful but passionate lesbian lust.

I heard later that Rod had three Amazons ravishing him that night. He managed to satisfy two of them. Poor guy, it was really hell being a prisoner. We spent ten days as prisoners of the Amazons. During that time, one man failed to perform and was executed. His death was slow and horrible, flayed alive and left staked to the dirt to be devoured by ants. The experience showed Rod and I graphically what was in store for us some time in the future. I tried not to think of the man while screwing Rashima but it was always in the back of my mind. I tried to tell myself that she really cared for me and would not allow that to be my fate, but deep down, I knew the truth.

My fifth and sixth nights in captivity, Rashima was in heavy menstruation. She would not lay with me but she allowed her two guards to spend the nights with me. I made every effort to relieve their frustrations those two evenings.

On the morning of the eleventh day, my world would end.

Chapter 3 – Another Survivor

Jim played dead for two hours after the Amazons had departed. The lance that had grazed his skull knocked him down and covered his face with blood but he had been out only a few minutes. He had seen the Amazons ride off with their captives in tow but was worried they might return. When he finally felt safe that the murderous sluts would not be back, he dragged himself off in search of help. He didn’t know how far or how long he had been gone when he collapsed.

Sargent Lilly Olofson wiped the sweat from her brow. She had been out on patrol for a week, leading her troop of six horsewomen in a futile search. They had been ordered to locate the whereabouts of a band of renegade Amazons that had been terrorizing the area. She was swallowing a drink of water when her sharp green eyes spotted something unusual in the distance. Quickly she ordered her troop forward and before long the shape could be made out. It was a body. Lilly spurred her mount, stopping about ten yards from the unmoving form. She dismounted and approached cautiously but the body, now clearly a white male, did not move. He was sprawled out, face down. His arms were in view and he had no weapons. Sensing no threat, Lilly checked and found a pulse. He was alive. She knelt down and lifted his head to her canteen.

Jim lay for six hours, oblivious to hi surroundings. Only the layers of dirt caked on his body saved him from serious sunburn. To his confused mind it had only been moments before that he had been crawling on hands and knees, parched with thirst and near exhaustion. The water being dribbled in his mouth triggered hid swallow reflex. Jim coughed, gagged and then accepted the liquid. His eyes opened and through the blurred vision, he perceived an angel. "Perhaps he had died", was his thought.

The sun danced and shone through the soft, wavy, blond hair that framed a kind, concerned looking female face. As Jim’s head cleared, he could see that he lay in the lap of an earthly angel, not a heavenly one. Heavenly angels didn’t dress in chambre shirts and denim pants; nor did they ride horses or carry guns.

"Who are you?", he mumbled.

Lilly told him they were a scouting patrol from the 69^th Calvary. Jim related the horrors of the massacre at the mine. Lilly knew it had to be the same band of Amazons she was seeking and asked if Jim could show the patrol the way to the sacked mining camp. She hoped to pick up a fresh trail. Jim was fairly certain he could find his way back. It was decided to camp where they were and set out in the morning. Everyone, especially Jim, needed the rest.

The girls started a small campfire and cooked provisions. Jim ate his fill of rabbit and beans, washing it down with a stiff belt of red eye that one of the girls provided. Sitting around the campfire, Jim got to know his saviors. The girl soldiers were mostly of Nordic heritage. A lot of them left the farm territories of Minnesota and the Dakotas to find adventure in the West. Their fort was about three days ride to the southwest. Commanded by Col. Inga Ronkee, the 69^th mustered out at three troops of eighty girls each.

When it came to his turn to talk, Jim told them how, as a small child, he had left Scotland with his parents. They had both died on the boat trip to America and he had spent his life on his own. He began to lose his composure as he related the details of the massacre and wept as he recalled seeing his friends slaughtered or led off as captives. The girls were emotionally shaken by his dire tale. Elsa Koerner, A busty corporal, was sitting next to him. She took his head and pressed it to the deep valley of her bosom.

"The Amazons would pay dearly for that crime and also for all the other atrocities they had committed", she assured him.

He was comforted by her resolve but still left his head between her breasts. Jim could feel her nipples growing rigid and his cock was stirring to life. Nothing more happen then. The troopers settled into bedrolls for the evening. A spare blanket sheltered Jim from the coolness of the night. In minutes, he was asleep.

In the middle of the night, he had an erotic dream, which woke him up. Then he realized it was not a dream. Elsa was bent over him, slurping up and down the length of his rigid manhood with her wet tongue. He reached out, touching her silky hair. She looked up and put her finger to her ruby lips: a signal for him to remain quiet. Elsa resumed her oral assault on Jim’s sexual soldier who remained rigidly at attention. For fifteen minutes she nibbled, licked and sucked his throbbing member. Her fingers played with his testicles and tickled his ass. She would bring him up to a peak, back off, and then repeat the process. When Jim tried to grab her tits or pull down her pants, she would push him back down. She clearly wanted to be in control so Jim just laid back and enjoyed the experience. In the dim moonlight he could make out her large breasts bobbing and the shape of her full hips wiggling in rhythm to her mouth. When he couldn’t control his stimulation any longer his groin began to quiver. Elsa picked up the sensation and began to suck him with every ounce of vacuum she could produce. Jim’s balls imploded and spewed their hot syrup into Elsa’s waiting throat.

"Ooaahh!" he moaned.

"Glurp, slurp, mmmm!" she responded.

She looked up and smiled a big grin like a cat that had just eaten a canary.

"You’ll get a lot more when your rested, big boy", she purred as she licked her lips and slipped off to her bedroll.

Jim, still not quite sure he hadn’t dreamed the whole thing, felt a wave of exhaustion envelope his body and drifted back into slumber wondering what it would feel like when he got the chance to slip into Elsa’s hot pussy and hammer one home to her.

Early next morning though he was still tired, Jim retraced the trail and led the group back to the miner’s camp. Time had not erased the carnage and on viewing the bodies, Jim mentally relived the gruesome experience. The dead were given a decent burial during which, Jim vowed revenge; bloody, deadly revenge on the barbaric sluts responsible. His sentiment was echoed by all present.

First they had to find the bitches and luckily the Amazons had left a clear trail. Libby’s troop followed the trail for almost a day. They almost stumbled right into the Amazons camp but fortunately were not discovered. For several hours the soldiers reconnoitered the camp and surrounding territory. With the location mapped out, they set out at a brisk pace for the fort. Jim’s relationship with Elsa had to wait.

Chapter 4 – Boots and Saddles

It was around ten in the morning when the stockade perimeter of Fort DuBarry loomed as a foreboding yet welcome sight in the otherwise barren plain. Jim was bone tired and wanted nothing more than a place to rest his weary carcass. He was amazed at the stamina shown by the girl soldiers. They seemed unfazed by days in the saddle. Of course, being a man, he couldn’t understand what bouncing on a saddle with their legs spread did for a woman.

The gates swung open as the troop approached. On entering, Jim witnessed a beehive of activity. A squad of girls was practicing close order drill, others were tending horses and still more bustled about the cook stoves and wash basins.

Lilly rode up beside Jim and barked, "Come with me to the Commandant's office."

"Sure, why not, I can sleep anytime", responded Jim with a hint of sarcasm.

Both of them dismounted in front of the camp HQ. Lilly dusted off the trail's dirt and marched in, snapping a sharp salute to her CO who was seated at a polished walnut desk. Jim’s mouth gaped open as Coronal Inge Ronkee rose to accept his out-stretched hand. The woman was six feet of Nordic goddess. She had honey blond hair that was pulled up into a tight bun. Her eyes green eyes sparkled like twin emeralds and highlighted a pert nose and full red lips. Her uniform was obviously not standard military issue. The silk blouse and riding pants were custom tailored to fit her voluptuous form like a glove. Jim was so distracted by the aura of sensuality transmitted by the CO that he failed to notice the elegant trappings of the office and how out-of-place they seemed in a remote frontier military fort.

Lilly spoke up; "We have them, Maam." "This man survived an Amazon massacre and with his help we tracked the bitches to their camp." "It seems to be a permanent village, well hidden."

"Excellent work Sargent," said Inge. "What do you access is their strength?"

"As near as we could surmise, just short of one hundred warriors," was Lilly’s answer.

"Good, we’re more than a match for them." "Go find Captain Benson and have her report to me at once, then get your troop fed and rested."

"Yes Maam," Lilly replied, then saluted, turned sharply on her heel and walked out. As Jim followed her Inge called him back.

"One moment mister, I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name?"

"Jim, Maam; Jim McCade."

"Mr. McCade, I’m sure you’re hungry and tired but I would like to talk to you later."

"Yes Maam, I’m looking forward it." Jim had noticed a definite change in the blond goddess’s voice. It had softened and gotten very husky and sensuous when Lilly left the room. He turned again for the door; the smell from the cook stoves was telling him it had been a long time since a hot meal. Food, a bath and some hot sex; he would take care of the first two and then find Elsa.

As Jim left the office a side door opened and a small Oriental woman entered.

"Did you hear everything Juli?" asked Inga.

"Yes, this should add nicely to our bank accounts," chirped the diminutive, dark haired beauty as a devilish smile exposed her gleaming white teeth. Juli was a representative of a major railroad company whose plans for westward expansion had been stymied by Amazon unrest. As a result, the company had hired agents like Juli to arraign secret deals with post commanders like Inge. The railroad would pay bounties of twenty-five dollars a head for dead Amazons. Even split fifty-fifty, it was a handsome profit in those days when the average trooper made ten dollars a month. Of course, the deal was kept secret from the trooper girls. They just thought that Inga was keeping Juli as a lover. Inga did nothing to dispel their assumptions, it was true and it also explained her constant presence at the fort.

"What about that man, do you want to fuck him?" Juli was blunt.

"When he gets cleaned up he should be quite a hunk," responded Inga, " and you should have seen the bulge in his pants!" "Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you join the fun," chuckled Inga. "Now you better get out of sight, Captain Benson will be here any moment."

"I’ll hold you to that," giggled Juli, "been a long time since I had a real cock." Juli slipped back into the side room just as Captain Violet Benson entered the office. She would be leading "B" Troop. Lilly followed her in carrying a map. As Inga and Violet watched, Lilly pinpointed the Amazon location several days march away.

"According to the Sargent, the camp is located here, in side of this canyon," said Violet, pointing out a location. "Since it’s several days from here, I can do the last segment at night and the Amazons will not see our dust cloud." "I can attack at dawn with the sun to our backs."

"Perfect," clucked Inga, "can you be ready to march by the day after tomorrow?"

"Yes, we can ready the wagons and supplies in plenty of time and the other girls will be well rested."

"Excellent, proceed with all due speed and good hunting," concluded Inga.

Jim found a bath, The water may not have been a hot as he would have liked but it was clean. Several times he heard soft murmuring and giggles. The man-starved girls obviously were spying on him from hidden vantage points. Jim gave the lustful wantons a little show; standing up from the washtub and letting his penis and scrotum hang in full view. Even flaccid it was an impressive piece of cockmeat. Jim chuckled to himself at the soft gasps he heard.

"Enough here for everyone, ladies," he thought.

After drying off and dressing, he wolfed down a meal of roast venison, baked beans and hot coffee. Jim found a quite, dark corner of the stable and soon was fast asleep. When he woke, the sun was already down. It was now about 7:00PM and the Coronel had wanted to talk to him. First he found Elsa and arraigned to meet her about 10:00 in the stables then he walked into the Coronal’s office. The room was empty so he called out Inga’s name. The response came from beyond the side door.

"Come in Mr. McCade, I trust your well rested."

Jim opened the side door and found himself in Inga’s bedroom. She was seated at a table in a long pink gown brushing her golden tresses. Inga stood and turned toward him. She had nothing on under the near transparent gown. Jim was gawking, wide-eyed, when the bedroom door slammed behind him.

Jim turned at the sudden noise as Inga spoke, "Mr. McCade, I don’t believe you’ve met my friend Juli."

Juli stood in front of the door she had just closed. She wore a black leather collar, a bra that left the top half of her tits and nipples exposed, garter belt, black stocking and black heels. She accessorized the outfit with a riding crop and a long cigarette holder. Jim stared dumbly as she slinked over to Inga and the two women kissed, unaware that his arousal was quite evident through his tight jeans.

It was going to be a long night!

Chapter 5 – Ride-em Cowboy

Juli broke the trance, "Put your eyes back in your head big boy." "Just because we’re lovers doesn’t mean never fuck men." "And, we always split everything fifty-fifty," she added with a giggle while squeezing one of Inga’s firm ripe breasts. Inga moaned and reached to the cord knotted around her neck. With a deft tug, the knot opened and her robe slipped from her satin shoulders to lie crumpled at her feet. Her body was more perfect than Jim had even imagined. If ever a flawless female was created, Inga was it. She read Jim’s mind.

"My breasts are 37D, my waist 25 and my hips, 36." "Juli is 35B, 21, 34." "We think we fit together quite well." "What do you think?"

Juli touched Jim’s throbbing crotch with her crop and snickered, "I think he likes what he sees." "Now, you rugged hunk, let us inspect the goods," she added almost like a command.

It was all the invitation Jim needed. He pulled the shirt over his head, stretching out his hard, flat abbs. The women nodded in approval. When the pants came off and his eight-inch manhood pointed in their direction, the women licked their lips in anticipation. Juli wasted no time on preliminaries; she dropped to her knees before the cock idol and ran her tongue up from his scrotum to the tip of the one-eyed head. Then she opened her mouth wide and took a full third of his cock into her throat. She became a human vacuum pump, trying to suck the juice from his balls.

Inga wasn’t idle either; she was standing spread eagle over Juli so that her pussy was pressing down on the brunette’s head. Inga had her arms around Jim and was crushing her tits into his chest while she mashed her full lips against his. Jim felt twenty dainty female fingers exploring his body; tracing paths across his skin and generating electric tingles down his spine. He tried to control his urge to ejaculate but the two wanton women were just too stimulating. They were also good at bringing a man to the absolute brink and at the last moment they broke off their assault. Juli and Inga turned their attention on each other, allowing Jim to cool down and regain his composure. They embraced and explored each other’s pussies while whispering to each other. Then Inga backed up to the bed and flopped on. It was a large ornate bed with a thick, soft feather mattress covered in pink satin sheets. She had her legs open and Jim could not help but notice how closely her pussy matched the color of the sheets.

"Fuck me, Jim, screw me hard," Inga implored. "Imagine I’m one of those Amazon bitches and you want to fuck me to death!" "Take me, damn it!"

A step, a leap and Jim was on her. She met his jump with out stretched arms and guided his pulsating tool to her hot box. Jim cupped his hands on her tight butt cheeks and drove in.

"OoooYesss!" moaned the skewered woman.

Jim pumped her with a steady hard stroke, making sure she took the full length and could feel his pelvis meet hers with each drive. He bent his head down and found a rock hard nipple waiting to be sucks and nibbled.

"Lord your good," mewed Inga, "I’m going to cum!"

After watching for a while, Juli had joined them on the bed and was bringing the riding crop down on Jim’s ass just hard enough to sting slightly.

"Harder boy, harder," she urged while chewing his ear.

Jim shifted his grip to Inga’s firm tits and increased his speed and impact. Inga took it for a minute then exploded.

"Gooddddaammnnnnn!!!!" she shrieked as her body bucked. Jim grasped her ass and hung on to keep his dick buried deep in her as she writhed in orgasmic bliss. She relaxed then stiffened once again as another wave engulfed her body. As she relaxed the second time, Jim began a slow stroke. He needed to finish the job and fill Inga’s twat with the load of jism building in his balls. But then Juli pulled him off and he rolled over on his back.

"Uh, uh, it’s my turn now," she cooed while straddling his groin. Juli deftly used two fingers to spread her labia and slid her cavern down on Jim’s stiff shaft. He was surprised that the small slim girl could take the full length but she engulfed him completely.

"Ooooo, your right Inga, it is good," she commented to her lesbian lover who was just regaining her composure. The Asian woman began to work her legs and hips in a rhythmic motion. Her tight cunt squeezed Jim’s penis and he began to feel the pressure building for release again.

"You better take his mind off his cock or he’ll blow before I can get off," suggested Juli to Inga. The tall blond smiled mischievously at the little brunette and straddled Jim’s head while facing the other woman. As soon as the musky muff neared Jim’s face, his tongue snaked out to meet it. He used his lips and tongue on the blond and was rewarded by her warm juices. His hands kneaded the small firm tits of the Asian woman while she writhed, impaled on his manhood. At the same time, the two females were entangled in passionate embracing and soul kissing. The resulting three-at-once orgasm damn near broke the bed. Jim set it off by blowing his seed into Juli’s waiting womb while at the same time biting down on Inga’s clitoris. Both oversexed bitches squealed out and squeezed their legs tight on Jim who could only thrust up with his aftershocks. Juli soon rolled off Jim and curled up along side of him. Inga fell forward and took his still hard cock into her mouth, licking off the remnants of Juli’s juice and Jim’s seed. Not satisfied, she began working his dick like a musician works and instrument. Before long she got what she wanted when Jim’s organs quivered once again, spewing semen down her waiting throat. Inga then turned around, gave Jim a deep kiss full on the lips and curled up on his other side. Juli was already asleep and Inga followed in minutes. Jim looked up at the wall clock that indicated 9:00.

"Sure hope I can recover in an hour," he thought to himself. Then he lay back to enjoy the soft heat from the two girl’s bodies. It had been a long time since he had been in bed with a naked girl.

One hour later Jim crept back to his bunk in the stable. The place was a little more crowded now. The horses were in for the night including stallion in the stall right next to his bunk. Two girl troopers were in the stall brushing down the stud horse. Jim didn’t think anything of it at the time because Elsa was waiting for him in his bunk.

She sat up on the bunk and let the blanket fall from her bare breasts. They rivaled Inga’s for perfection. Jim quickly stripped and climbed in the small bunk.

"I hope you’ve got something left for me," chimed Elsa," or did you give it all to those two dykes?" "The whole fort heard those bitches squealing when they came." "Let me tell you, there were a lot of masturbating going on then around here."

"What about your two friends over there," Jim quizzed, nodding toward the two girls in the horse stall.

"Don’t worry about them," Elsa reply with a smirk, "they have other things on their minds."

So Jim began to make love to Elsa. Slowly and gently he caressed and kissed every inch of her lush, youthful body. He slipped his head between her legs and tasted the sweetness of her blossoming womanhood. Her breasts and nipples were orbs to be caressed and suckled. She eagerly accepted his advances and used her body to massage his. Her dainty hands nurtured and stroked his tired sex organ back to life. They fucked slowly and rhythmically for an hour, pausing every few minutes to follow the activities in the next stall.

Jan and Meg were sisters who liked horses better than people. This horse, a brown stallion named Ramrod, was their special favorite. The two girls, Meg was 20 and Jan was 23, had been spending their evenings in Ramrod’s stall for over a year and they had him well trained. Jim and Elsa got quite an eyeful over the next hour or so. After brushing the stallion down, the girls removed their blouses and pants. Meg had a fair body, a little heavy in the hips for Jim’s tastes; medium sized firm tits and an average set of legs. Jan on the other hand, had a huge set of jugs that hung rather low and heavy on her chest. Her nipples were huge and her areola very dark. Otherwise her body was quite similar to her sisters’.

The girls arraigned some hay bales making two piles about three feet high and about six feet apart. Then they began caressing the stud horse, rubbing their naked bodies on him and massaging his huge ball sack and emerging penis. Jan lay back on one pile of hay and pulled the animals nose to her crotch. The stallion’s huge tongue flicked out and filled her waiting twat. Meg was under Ramrod licking away at his massive schlong. As Jim and Elsa watched in amazement, Meg climbed on the hay pile and presented her ass to the stallion. The beast did the natural thing and drilled her vagina with his horse cock. Jan, meanwhile, had maneuvered so the rutting stallion could suckle on her breasts. Jim could see the mother’s milk dribbling around the stud’s mouth. Elsa whispered to him that Jan had given birth to a stillborn baby three months ago and there were rumors that it had been malformed. Every one on the post wondered if the stallion had somehow gotten her pregnant. It had to be the strangest story Jim had ever heard.

He managed to ignore the grunts and moans coming from the other stall and he brought Elsa to two orgasms. After their first hour of screwing with Jim on top brought her the first, she had gotten on her hands and knees and asked him to be her stallion. He took her from the rear and sent a gush of white syrup into her love tunnel just about the time that Jan was taking her turn riding Ramrod’s cock. By then, it was Jim’s turn to be exhausted and soon he was asleep nested in the warm bosom of the girl soldier.

Chapter 6 – Dawn of Death

The bugler sounded reveille promptly at 6:00 AM. But it was Elsa’s gentle shaking that woke him. She stood over him, already dressed.

"Come on sleepy head, time to get up around here." "We’re riding out this morning to attack that Amazon camp you found for us."

Jim shook the cobwebs of sleep from his head and stood up. He gave Elsa a kiss and quickly washed up and dressed. The mess girls were serving chow by the time he got there and the girl soldiers were lustily eating a hearty breakfast. It would be some time until they ate this well again. Jim ate a good meal and then went to the armory where he checked out a Winchester carbine and two Colt revolvers. He planned on being more than an observer in the coming fight.

By 10:00 AM, "B" and "C" troop had mounted up and waited for the gates to open. The girls of "A" troop cheered them on as the formation set out. An awesome sight it was. One hundred and sixty young women, of which over a hundred were mounted Calvary armed with carbine rifles and sabers; with the remainder manning the supply train and the two Gattling gun carriages. Two girls had ridden out two hours earlier acting as forward scouts. Jim rode near the head of the column with Captain Violet of "B" troop and Captain Sophia of "C" troop. At night, he slept under the stars with Elsa. As the distance to the Amazon camp demented, his lust for their blood increased.

Finally the scouts returned, telling the company commanders that the Amazon camp was only hours away and only two lookouts guarded the approach. The maps were updated and final plans laid. Because of his knowledge of the area and the fact that he was an experienced hunter, Jim was chosen along with a dark haired French Canadian girl to silence the Amazon sentries. They rode out together with the troops to follow an hour later. As they rode, they struck up a conversation. Jim was intrigued by the two knives the girl carried in her belt. Mimi explained they were throwing knives used by circus acts.

The daughter of poor farmers, she had run off with a circus when she was twelve. By the time she was sixteen, she was the assistant of a forty-year-old knife thrower. She secretly practiced with his knives until she could hit targets as well as he could. She looked up to the man as a mentor and father figure but that all changed dramatically when she was eighteen and he raped her. The last thing he expected as he walked away from the ravished girl was to be killed with his own knife. Mimi had nailed him from twelve feet and the blade hit his heart. Realizing what she had done, the girl gathered her belongings, took two of the knives and ran away. With a price on her head and the noose awaiting her in Louisiana, she headed west. After a failed stint as a saloon hooker, she linked up with the army.

Out of sight of the Amazon sentries, they split up and proceeded on foot. Mimi got to her target first. She snuck up on the Amazon’s position. The guard was about five foot five and maybe 120 lbs. Her hair was long and almost as black as Mimi’s was. It was 5:30 AM and the sun was just coming up. Mimi was about thirty feet behind the Amazon and had the sun to her back. She crouched, flipped the knife over in her hand and threw.

"Aaackkk," grunted the Amazon as the knife buried itself just below her right shoulder blade. The stricken nineteen-year-old girl fell to her knees and madly tried to reach the blade that was killing her. She could not and pitched face first to the dirt. Mimi warily approached the downed girl to carry out a ritual she had developed over the years. She took the Amazon’s knife and used it to cut the strings holding on the girl’s bikini. Removing her knife from the dying girl’s back, she put all the weapons out of the Amazon’s reach and flipped her on her back. The nude Amazon was awake but slipping fast. Mimi opened her own blouse and knelt over the girl, straddling her. She lay on the Amazon, pressing their naked breasts together while covering the girl’s mouth with her own. Lastly, she closed off the Amazon’s nose with her fingers. The knifed girl was too weak to struggle as Mimi sucked in the Amazon’s last breaths. It was her way of absorbing enemies’ strength and soul.

Jim meanwhile had gotten behind his prey, another young Amazon just eighteen. She was tall and slim with brown hair in a braid to her waist. Jim had gotten a glimpse of her face and she was pretty while not stunning. During the ride, he had wondered how to kill the sentry. A gun was too noisy and he didn’t know how to throw a knife. He had settled on a garrote. As he crawled toward the unprepared girl with three feet of rope in his teeth the words of Coronal Inga drifted through his mind.

"Imagine I’m one of those Amazon bitches and you want to FUCK me to DEATH!"

The girl didn’t know he was there until the rope dropped around her neck. As Jim jerked the noose tight, she tried to reach the knife at her side. Jim blocked her attempt and got the blade first. The bitch was struggling and trying to claw him but the movements of her body against his just awoke him to the fact that he was extremely aroused. Jim used the knife to cut loose the girl’s clothes then he forced the suffocating babe to her knees. The girl was almost unconscious but her small tits and nipples were rigid in fear and anticipated death. He used one hand to maintain the nooses death grip and the other to grab her breast then he forced his cock into her tight, dry cunt. He met resistance and forced his way through the virgin’s hymen. The Amazon’s pelvic and ass muscles tightened but slowly relaxed as the lack of oxygen slowly deprived them of strength. Jim worked his cock like the piston of a steam engine with the Amazon flopping along for the ride. She died moments after the gush of hot seed washed over her uterine walls.

The feeling that rushed through Jim as the girl died was unlike anything that he had ever experienced, he only knew that he liked it. His qualms about killing women had vanished. Jim threw the naked body of the dead Amazon sentry over his shoulders and walked back to his horse. He met up with Mimi who was dragging the naked corpse of her victim by the feet. He helped Mimi tie one corpse over the back of each of their horses then they mounted up, sitting behind the dead Amazons, and rode back to meet up with the advancing column.

The sun rose, bright and clear over the Amazon camp. Rod, the seven surviving men, and myself were waiting for our morning ration of pasty bread and water. The lack of decent food combined with the hours spent at stud was beginning to affect my stamina. Soon that would not matter. The Amazons were milling about the camp; some eating, some tending horses or weapons. Rashima had emerged from her tent and was approaching my prison. An Amazon guard opened the gate as she neared. Then with the brassy blast of a bugle, all hell broke loose.

The troopers charged in with guns blazing and sabers slashing, catching the Amazons totally off guard. Shrill female screams rent the air as bullet and steel found homes in soft girl-flesh. Rashima was shouting out orders, trying to get her girls to regroup and fight back. They got over their initial shock and began firing back with their deadly bows. The Amazons were hopelessly outnumbered and out gunned but they still put up a good fight that a lot of troopers paid for with their lives.

Vicky was trying to defend the tent of her wounded Amazon lover when a red headed trooper shot her in the chest. The bullet struck between her tits, shattered her breastbone and blew away half of her heart. Her life as an Amazon had lasted less than two weeks. The trooper dismounted and charged into the tent with saber ready. Vicki’s blond Amazon lover was still bed-ridden. An infection had slowed her recovery. She was unarmed and defenseless when the red head stabbed her between the legs.

"Nooaarrgh!"

The soldier pulled the saber out of the quivering blond and drove it into her belly, coming in low and angling up. The slash reopened her original wound and did a lot more damage. The blond Amazon gagged and coughed then her heart failed and she slumped over in death.

Turning and walking out, the red head walked right into the path of an Amazon arrow. It sliced into her right breast just inside of her nipple. The red head stood in numbed shock, leaking the bright pink blood of a lung shot. She tried to take a step but her body crumpled up in a heap.

Jan had just slashed open the bosom of a chesty dark haired Amazon when a second bitch attacked from the opposite side of her horse. The Amazon thrust a spear at the big-hipped soldier. It glanced off Ramrod’s back and slid up into Jan’s crotch. The Amazon quickly pulled back and thrust again, this time catching Jan dead center in her left tit. She tumbled from the back of her equine stud and fell at his front feet. He put his face down by hers’ and with her last breath, she kissed him good-bye. Ramrod went berserk. He lashed out with a rear leg and hit the Amazon in the belly. The girl flew backwards and landed hard with the wind knocked from her lungs. Ramrod followed her and reared up over her prostrate body. Again and again he came crashing down until the Amazon was reduced to a bloody heap of broken bones.

Now the Gattling guns added their staccato voice to the din of death. They raked the canyon walls, cutting down the Amazons who tried to escape. I was hunkered down with Rod when the rapid-fire guns opened up.

"Holy Shit!’ "I got to get my hands on one of those," he hollered in my ear. As it happened, Elsa was firing the gun closest to us and she suddenly screamed out and fell, holding her side. An arrow had found her. Rod jumped up and ran to the gun. He rammed in a fresh magazine and began stitching anything in a doeskin bikini. It was about then that I spotted a familiar face. I had thought Jim dead yet there he was, jacking the lever of his carbine and shooting Amazons as fast as he could pull the trigger. I did a stupid thing.

"JIMMM!!," I stood and yelled out while waving my arms.

I felt the grip of a female arm around my neck and a pressure building in my lower back, then searing pain. My body felt like it was on fire and my legs felt like they were made of rubber. I turned my head as I collapsed and saw Rashima staring down at me. She was holding a bloody knife. Her thrust got me in the kidney. I would bleed to death.

Chapter 7 – Any Way You Look at it You Die

"Hey Mike,-----NNOOOOOO!!!"

Jim had seen me just as Rashima fatally plunged her knife into by back. His happiness at seeing an old friend alive quickly turned to a blind rage. As I fell at the feet of the Amazon Queen, he blasted away with the carbine.

"Blam, blam blam," three shots in quick succession. The first missed and the other two smacked into Rashima’s breasts. The double hit took out both of her turgid nipples. She staggered; grasping her perforated boobs, and fell over me. I summoned up the will to speak.

"Well bitch, it looks like we go out together." She didn’t answer. The blood was already filling her lungs. I took her head and drew her face over to mine and kissed her as I watched the light fade from her eyes. But my eyes were also growing dark. Death is cold.

Our deaths did not end the battle for there was to be no mercy for the Amazons. The girls had but three options; fight and die with honor, run and die a coward, surrender and die like a dog.

One of the older Amazons, a woman of thirty-five, knelt before Jim offering her large, supple breasts in payment for her life. He pulled a revolver and shot her between the eyes.

A big titted German trooper lost her blouse in a fight and her massive jugs jigged as she charged around on her steed as if daring someone to harm them. They lost. Two arrows burrowed into her pillowy left jug.

"Mein Gott!" She cried, reverting to her native language before slumping over her horse’s neck and slipping to the ground.

Rod caught a full-busted young Amazon full in the chest with a burst from the Gattling gun. It tore a row of huge holes in her dusky brown hooters and threw her backwards into a tent. The dead girl and the tent tumbled over in a mass of limbs, poles and canvas.

Mimi gasped as an arrow ripped into her belly button. She swayed, trying to stay on her horse, but slipped backward off his ass and to the ground. Stunned but conscious, she tried to assess the damage. Her belly was in turmoil, the pain was intense, but she felt excited. It was almost the same as when she took the life breath of the Amazon sentry. She felt dampness between her legs and realized she had pissed herself. Then a new pain engulfed her, sharp, searing and massive. She tried to scream but the Amazon spear stuck in her neck turned the scream to a gurgle as Mimi expired.

A big blond Nordic trooper found herself on the ground after her horse was shot. A knife wielding Amazon jumped her. The blond managed to dodge out of the way of several slashes and thrusts. Then the smaller Amazon came at her with a downward overhand stab. The trooper caught the Amazons wrist. The two girls wrestled with the knife until the blond stepped into and around the Amazon. This caught the Amazon off guard and when the blond suddenly pushed down on the knife instead of trying to hold it off, the blade came down in a big arc directly into the Amazons’ guts. The Nordic beauty pulled the knife out and rammed it back twice more, lifting the Amazon off her feet. Rolling her eyes up in her head, the Amazon dropped dead.

The girls of the 69^th Calvary looked around and realized there were no more Amazons on their feet. The battle had lasted less than thirty minutes. Wounded Amazons, writhing, moaning and groaning in puddles of their own blood, were killed were they lay. Dozens of Amazon bitches felt the sharp sting of cold steel as a saber was thrust into their breasts. When it was certain that every enemy bitch was dead, Captain Benson issued the orders to strip every Amazon naked. While some troopers attended for their wounded, the rest worked in pairs, picking up dead Amazons by their hands and feet and piling them like cordwood into the waiting wagons. The Amazon corpses were piled three and four deep like a mass of dead cattle off to the butcher shop. Everything else was burned. Not a tent pole or bikini remained from the Amazon’s camp.

The dead and wounded troopers took up another wagon. The girls suffered ten dead and seven more wounded. Elsa was unconscious, seriously wounded and had lost a lot of blood but she was alive. With the remnants of the Amazon camp still smoldering in the background, the victorious troopers set out on the journey back to the fort.

Epilogue

Elsa survived her wound and was discharged from the army. She moved back to Minnesota and stayed with her parents on their farm. She eventually married and raised three children.

Jim stayed on at the fort for a month as Inga and Juli’s lover, but he had changed. He never saw Elsa again. He went back to prospecting and about a year later was caught red-handed with a dead whore. He had a noose on her neck and was butt fucking her when the sheriff burst in. The MO matched a string of dead whores over the last year and Jim found himself as the guest of honor at a neck tie party.

Rod got a job demonstrating Gattling guns.

Inga met her doom about three years later. The remaining Amazon tribes finally formed an alliance and tricked the 69^th into a pitched battle. It was a trap and this time the troopers were outnumbered and the Amazon had gotten guns. When the smoke of the battle cleared, not a trooper girl was left alive. Every one of them had been stripped and scalped with the exception of Inga. The "Golden Goddess" as the Amazons called her was found with seven arrows and five bullets riddling her once flawless body.

Juli disappeared with all the money. It was rumored that she had conspired with the Amazons to set up Inga but nothing was ever proven. Years later a woman matching her description opened a high-class brothel in San Francisco.

THE END