Their legend is as well known as any from ancient times. The need for men to father daughters, and thus perpetuate the warrior race meant
constant raids. The healthy men not killed in these attacks would be kept as stud slaves. But what of the females of the vanquished village? What would be their fate? The Eolians, the largest and most ferocious of the Amazon tribes, treated them thusly: Those aged or infirm were offered the following choices - commit suicide, swear a blood oath to the victors and allow themselves to be taken prisoner, or be set free to find safe haven on their own, or perish in the process. All other women and young girls were given the option of either taking their own lives, or becoming slaves. Small children were simply made prisoners, who would chose their fate at the first sign of their adulthood.

The Eolian encampment numbered over 1,000 amazons with more than 800 skilled and brave warriors. Two dozen or so males were kept in a pit, where they could be easily watched by guards, escape nearly impossible. Female slaves performed many functions; making clothes from animal hides, tending small crop gardens and the like. But those young and healthy female captives were also offered the following: They could choose to remain enslaved, they could attempt to become a soldier in the Amazon forces, or they could earn their freedom! (even the most peaceful villagers did not give up their lives or their homes without a fight, and despite their battle-hardened skills, even the most successful raids cost Eolian lives, such was the need for constant new recruits.) All captured females were encouraged to take part in a training program, where they were instructed in all the skills that would turn them into feared warriors, including archery, swordsmanship , horsemanship, hand to hand combat, and all forms of fitness. The promise of freedom made almost all such captives choose the training program.

The Eolians undoubtedly believed in the survival of the fittest, to which their rules testified. Women , as their training progressed, would be chosen at random to engage in one-on-one combat. If a woman won 3 contests, she was considered worthy, and could either become a provisional member of the Eolian battalion (full-fledged accptance to be proven in battle) or claim her FREEDOM! Alas, there was risk. The fights were non-lethal and weapon-less to start, however once a woman lost two such fights, her next WOULD be to the death (against, of course another woman who had lost 2 fights). Freedom always carries a high price. And even the non-leathal contests occasionally had fatal outcomes; one girl, flipped head over heels by her opponent, landed on her skull and snapped her neck, another was belly punched horribly, and died over a period of days from internal bleeding from her ruined guts and female organs. Another choked to death, the result of a punch to her throat that crushed her larynx, yet another killed herself after suffering cracked ribs that made breathing excruciating.

One of the women so involved was Thalia. We will follow her story. Her village was razed to the ground when she was 12, she saw her entire family slaughtered, except for Cali, her 10 yr old sister. She gladly accepted her warrior training; she would earn her freedom and avenge the tragedy that befell her village, and her family. She was a short, pretty girl, with dark skin, eyes, and hair, and a lovely, youthful body, with. slim hips and thighs, tight buttocks, smallish pert breasts, and a flat belly. Years of training and the hard life as a slave had added muscle to much of her body, although it remained undoubtedly feminine. She didn't know her first opponent, a tall blond women recently captured from a nomadic tribe from the northern mountains. Her name was Kara, a warrior in her own right, she immediately wanted to prove her worth to her Eolian captors. Kara was older, with a mature woman's body. Muscular upper arms and shoulders, a well-defined upper back, and thick, solid legs did not deny her womanliness. Large breasts hung low on her chest, a thin smooth layer of fat covered her hips and ass, and a soft-looking, gently rounded belly bulged slightly over a prominent pubic mound.

They faced each other nearly naked, wearing a piece of colored cloth suspended from a thin strip of leather worn low on their hips, drawn over their genitalia, and tied to the back of the leather strip. Both cloths were white, signifying a woman with no wins or losses to her credit. They stood in a circular patch of ground 25 feet across, ringed by large rocks, behind which stood a dozen Amazons. The rules were briefly enumerated. Any and all body parts could be used as weapons (although their finger and toe nails were filed down and smoothed to prevent scratching). Any INTENTIONAL attempt to inflict a fatal injury, such as choking ,would result in the immediate execution of the offender, as would the use of anything NOT OF the body, such as striking a foe with a rock, or throwing sand or dirt in her face. Thalia was appropriately nervous: her opponent was physically imposing. She recalled advice from one of her more kindly trainers: " Successful blows to the face may be the quickest way to victory, but a woman's skull and jaw can cause fatal damage to the aggressor's hands. I recall a Cicacian slave, Marta, who broke both her hands against her opponents skull, thus offensively crippled, she was easy prey. Attack her, breasts, belly and crotch..." "You're quick and agile...use these to your advantage..."

At the signal to begin, Kara rushed Thalia and knocked her down, Thalia screamed as the blond dropped her knee directly on her pubic mound! A fist to the prone girl's jaw, followed by a knee planted into her soft, slim belly had the dark skinned combatant in trouble and in pain. Thalia managed to grab Kara's right fist before it struck her face again, and twisted. Simultaneously bringing her knee up into Kara's crotch, she was able to roll free and get to her feet. Let it be said that with the promise of freedom, and the threat of death hanging over them, the level of ferocity and courage exhibited by these women was unbelievable. Very few fights ended quickly, and even in the non-lethal battles, almost all of the victors suffered scars and injuries, many serious. Thalia jumped back to avoid Kara's next blow aimed at her head, then ducked under another punch that was intended for the side of her face. As she ducked, she drove her fist as deep as she could into the blond's soft belly. Kara grunted. The brunette's next punch smashed into Kara's full left breast, but before she coud land another blow, pain exploded in her groin as the blond's knee caught her solidly between her thighs. She fought the urge to clutch her womanhood, and drove another fist into Kara's plump belly. Beneath her soft outer layer of belly fat, Kara's delicate internal organs were protected by a strong layer of abdominal muscle. As good a puncher as Thalia was, her fists didn't damage the blond's guts as much as she would have liked. But the belly punches did force the air out of the Kara's lungs. " Oooofff" went the blond as she doubled up, and Thalia then messaged herself, trying to ease the pain in her crotch.

Before Thalia could land another blow, Kara sent her foot forward, driving her heel into Thalia's soft, brown belly. Kara's next blow flattened her breast against her ribs, followed by a fist that drilled her in the navel, and finally a punch that crushed the left side of her face and sent her flying. But the smaller, younger dark-skinned girl managed to rise, and tried to buy time by dancing away from her aggressive, attacking opponent. Thalia bought more time with a powerful fist that sank into Kara's belly, just above the cloth covering her sex. After a subsequent knee into her rounded belly, the blond gripped her gut with both hands and sank slowly to her knees with a loud "aauughh" escaping her mouth. Thalia's next three fists smacked into Kara's mouth and her knee then caught the side of her foe's head. As she put her hands on Kara's shoulders in an attempt to push her to the ground, the blond's fist found her belly again, sinking in up to the wrist in the softness just below her navel! "Ooooooffff", "Aauuuggghhhh" "ugh" "uugghh", she cried as Kara planted 5 or 6 more punches into her soft, feminine belly. With blood pouring from her split lips, the bigger blond sent various knees and fists crushing into Thalia's tender breasts and pain-filed guts. Two horrible smashes, one to her pubic mound, the other up into her crotch, were followed by yet another vicious punch into Thalia's belly! As an inhuman sound escaped Thalia's lips, the Amazon judge, realizing her defenseless, breathless state, stopped the fight, declaring Kara the victor. Thalia's first step towards freedom had ended in disaster.