the doomed males

 The three doomed men were being taken away and disposed of. As they had not perfomed as well as the fourth **** had in the tongue in womanhood contest, 

one was now being strapped onto two hooks that were suspended from the ceiling - with his arms so high up, there was no way of defending his doomed balls - they were going to be kicked and kicked and kicked until nothing but mush remained of them.

 A second doomed **** was strapped to a punchbag - his wrists also attached to the ceiling, and the big heavy yellow leather punchbag was pressing into his back. He could not move at all now, and he knew that soon a large number of girls was going to come out and start practicing their punches on him. He also knew that not much of his face was going to survive this day or more likely week of girly face punching.

 And the third one faired worst of all: he knew that he was going to have his face sat on and that in one instance of facesitting today or tomorrow, he was going to be denied the ability to breathe until he perishes right where he belongs, under a woman's ass. What they did not realise was that all three of them were going to be teased, humiliated and beaten for hours and by dozens of ladies before they could face their demise.  

 Meanwhile ...

 Nearby to the castle, there was a lot of noise and commotion. The women had now successfully captured all but the northernmost corner of Italy (and much, most or all of all European and Mediterranean nations). The remaining Italian mens' forces knew they had to flee the country if they were to stand any chance of surviving and they must try to survive elsewhere. But what they did not know was that the Swiss girls had been expecting them. After a clever tip-off from they Italian colleagues, they had now surrounded them and pounced. ... 

A multitude of men's yells were heard - it was because Jolie, Myleen, Laura and the fiercesome leader Jessica had crawled up to them undetected (well, give or take a second of entranced & seduced male staring) and at once the four ladies pounced on four men there, landing on top of them and then punching their faces vigorously until all four stunned men had been taken out. More than half of the men had fallen in the forst launches of the girls' surprise attack.

 Next it was the turn of Shelly, Cindy & Krissi to show what they can do. Dozens of men still lurked all over the area around the narrow path, so the job was a long way from done for these brave & fearsome warrior ladies...

 Being determined and cute young ladies, the men did not know what hit them. Jessica Spitzenzöpfe & her girls easily took the army of males to bits, slaughtering all but 37 and taking the rest as prisoners. Just 34 trained & deadly femmes fatales had leapt from the trees at the approach to the village and taken out this 230-strong invasion in ways only girls can do. 

The trap had worked - not only was the convoy no longer, but hundreds of vehicle parts had been salvaged, most of the cars still worked, and all were now the property of Frauenstein for use only by women armies.

But within ten more minutes, all resistance was broken.

As the smoke cleared, there were almost 200 dead males littering the battlefield, and all those who had tried to escape, along with the last few in the middle of the convoy, had surrendered to the ladies.

As far as Queen Jessica Spitzenzöpfe was concerned, the Queendom had been invaded by these men, but the women of Frauenstein fought bravely and killed all but 37 of the attackers (while sustaining only two broken hairs and a minor tear in a pantyhose themselves). Those male soldiers who weren't killed at the ambish site were mowed down by the spread-out wing units, felled as they ran and slayed then and there by these determined, well-armed and lethal young ladies.

 The mens army was heading for defeat, and the 16-28 year-old girls of the village stopped them. Now that the final 37 men had surrendered and had been rounded up & taken to the village, the girls had other ideas.  They had to be punished for the centuries of harsh male rule over Italy, and the women wanted sex, babies, more sex and lots of erotic beatings. 

As the prisoners were led into the village, they were split in half: one half (21 men) was taken straight into the palace bedrooms, the other half (16 men) were tied to the village maypoles, with layer after layer of rope and freshly worn girl-panties stuffed in their mouths so they could not get in the final word, the realisation hit home. This was possibly going to be a real bloodbath, and the insurgents had better be ready, they were about to find themselves roughed up with girls' fists & feet, and then an archery contest for the young ones was going to put arrows into them, just like their compatriots had died from.

These beautiful and hot killers had a mighty sexual appetite, matched by their skill, and so did the younger ones who were still learning. They were only 14-17 years old, and it was about to be unleashed on dozens of completely helpless and doomed soldiers.

It was time for Jessy to give the signal. She briefly yelled "Männer Beute ****". Nine 14-17 year old girls, with bows & arrows they were going to use in a minute, stormed toward the 16 tied up captives, and started slapping and punching them in the face. There was nothing these men could do about it. They were there to be punished, and punished they were. Smack! pow! slap! wham! slap! punch! slap! pow! Franziska, Caroline, Yvonne, Brigitte, Suzy, Pipi & Zora were among the girls were laid into the captives.

 It did not do the men any good that most of these girls had lost their father in recent invasions - they had grown up in an all-girl world, and buckets-full of bottled up female anger and fury was unleashed on these men. After a while, the first nine men were left beaten and bruised, and the girls moved along to the other seven men, one of which was going to have the privilege of being pummelled by two girls at once - ... the general!

Completely helpless and wishing they had never crossed this border, the girls unleashed their punches, showing the men, each other and the women how much they had learned about fighting and how well they could now punch. Smack! pow! slap! wham! slap! punch! slap! pow!

 When this was over, and the men, not knowing what awaited them next, as they did not speak any German and Jessica had only announced things in German, the men prayed the worst was now behind them. But it wasn't.

"Zweiter Männer **** los!" screamed Jessica just as the last eight men to be beaten started to realise that the girls had finally stepped back. It was now the turn of the battallion of 15-17 year-old girls to show the men what they had learned about rope-swinging. They jumped out of the trees, clinging to ropes and swinging into the enemy. The men were facing the direction where they were coming from. Jessica Spitzenzöpfe had given her yell and was looking on proudly. Little did the men expect to have such young girls swinging on ropes suddenly coming toward them from 20 directions.

 These beautiful teenagers swung with grace and elegance. Their "feminine charm" was about to be unleashed on sixteen comparatively helpless and doomed soldiers.

The girls swung toward the men, feet heading for faces, kicking men hard as they swung by, thwacking the guys in the face as they swung and thus hitting all 16 in two seconds, most were hit twice or three times, and boy did they feel each impact on their face! They had been kicked right in the face by these lovely girls with slender & sleek little feet, and received the full **** of the swing as the girls landed in their faces with a thud, ending their swing and jumping to the ground right in front of where the men stood.

The pain was immense, and it made the men feel humiliated too. What made things worse was that the girls were now approaching the men on foot, pointing and laughing at them. All at once twenty little girls boots swung and hit the men right in the balls OOOOFFFF! That was part of the routine the girls had learned. The girls raised their arms high in the air, looked at the beaten men, then ran to their proud mommies.

The proud mothers, Nora, Claudia, Natalia, Chantelle, Brigitte, Krissi & Claudia, their eye-lashes lethal, their hair tied back and their glances deadly & yet seductive, hugged their daughters and took them to the viewing area. Now it was time to see what the 15-17 year-olds could do with a bow and arrow. 

The rules were simple, any girl who hit their target man could have him, no more than four were allowed to die in this way, and all those who miss must see the man they aimed for given to one of the senior women instead.

"Fertig? Ziel in Sicht? ... Schiess!" came the instruction from Jessica Spitzenzöpfe. Then the arrows came, four at a time, the girls, including Franziska, Caroline & Yvonne, Brigitte, Pipi, Zora & Suzy, 12 in all, released their arrows and fired at the male targets. Only four were allowed to die in this way.

Among the first four arrows, two missed the men, one hit one in the leg, and another got one right in the heart - so far, one ****, one claim (the man with an arrow in his leg was to belong to the family of girls who that archer belonged to), and two handovers (the two who had been saved the agony of an arrow which missed were to belong to the senior battle cats instead).

Then the second four received their signal and shot. Four arrows came flying all at once toward the second four men, and this time only one missed, one was hot in the arm, one in the palm of his hand, and one right in the forehead. So the outcome: one ****, two claims and one handover.

Now it was time for the third four to shoot. The signal was given and swish! The arrows were sent flying, then "swoosh!" they landed. The outcome this time: two kills (one was hit in the chest and one went in through his left cheek) and two claims (one was hit in the right foot, and another in his left shoulder).

So the remaining archers were only to be permitted to fire at the four dead prisoners, including everyone's second and third arrow too. But accidents do happen. Of the 28 arrows (12 times two, plus a 4th one for the girls who had missed, so they learn), 21 hit the deadmen, two missed, and Five arrows hit "other" men who were not supposed to be hit but who were still there, tied to the maypoles, one got hit in the upper legs, one in the neck, one pierced in one of his groinballs, one got it through his forehead, and the other got it in his lower chest-side. Oh well, accidents do happen and all is fogiven! 

• Of the five injuries, only the one who got hit in the neck and the one with the arrow sticking out of his forehead were soon dead from their injuries, within 2 hours at least. And none of the earlier arm & leg injuries would prove fatal either.

  Now it was time to untie all the remaining men and hand them out to their 10 new owners. They were going to be sat on a lot, and both their faces and their testicles would prove useful in fulfilling the female urges. They were also going to have to do lots of work and receive severe & heartless punishments when they do not overexceed all their targets, or when the girls were in a foul mude for any reason at all. Plus more beatings that are dished out just to warn them, train the young ones, as a birthday present for one of the ladies, or for any reason really.

  Their lives as slaves had begun.
  Jessica Spitzenzöpfe looked on approvingly,

  The allocations (of the 21+10 remaining men) were as follows: Natalia, Chantelle and Brigitte, Svetlana, Tiffany & Claudia, Jolie, Myleen, Laura, Shelly, Cindy & Krissi were each given a male - half of them were awarded after an arrow took ownership of but did not kill a male, and the rest were awarded to the senior battle babes, aged 18-39, who were given a male in recognition of their services to the village in the battle. The fiercesome leader Jessica Spitzenzöpfe could have all the rest - and use them up gradually to please her urges, while also renting and prize-giving them away for hour-long sessions to reward her girly friends and to keep her breeding programme going. One thing all slaves had in common was that they were going to be treated well only for rare, short periods of time - the rest of the time they were going to be ruthlessly and mecilessly punished, used and sat on.