Chapter 0 - A Challenger Approaches

Note: This story which contains rape may be considered disturbing.
Sorry.

     Andromache stood out in front of her army staring down at the enemies before her. Her emasculatingly tall, muscular figure stood out even amongst her primarily male army, dwarfing her brethren in arms. The tip of her shadow cast by the low morning sun stretched before her, just barely touching the feet of the thousands of those standing in opposition, just waiting for the charge to be called.
    “ARE THERE NONE AMONG YOU WHO THINK THEY CAN CHALLENGE ME?!” she bellowed at the army, her voice carried absolute calm and control, defiant. Brandishing a single spear and wooden shield she stood unafraid despite wearing no armour, clad only in enough animal hide to cover her large breasts and her bulging groin which did only so much to conceal her true weapon. As she waited for either a volunteer or the enemy’s signal to attack her eyes scanned the helmeted heads of the crowd, wondering who might be the unlucky fool.
    Andromache worried that her reputation might have grown to fearful, fewer and fewer armies these days dared to send someone to fight her in single combat to decide the battle. Perhaps it was also known what often happened to those that fought her and lost. Andromache stared at the enemy’s general, a greying, somewhat short man who stood a few yards in front of his fellow soldiers. His face betrayed nothing of his intentions whether to challenge her or to fight the whole lot of them.
    After a minute of silence there came a shout from near the front ranks.
    “I shall fight you!” said a man, stepping forward. He was of average height for his kin but sported some large muscles and wore an impressive bronze breastplate, helmet and shield and in his other hand carried a spear with a sheathed longsword for back up. he walked away from the ranks until he stood toe to toe with his own general who greeted him with relief on his face.
    “Let it be then!” shouted Andromache, raising her large spear high above her, “The winner of this fight shall claim rightful rule over this land! And no battle need waste lives!”
    There were a sea of nodding heads from both armies but most importantly from the general facing Andromache.
    A gust of wind kicked up the dirt between the two warriors as they stood feet planted and shields up. They charged.
    Swiftly the warrior threw his spear with great technique and speed, but with a quick step of the feet Andromache deflected it with her massive shield sending it spinning behind her landing harmlessly at the feet of her army. By the time the two warriors came to blows the man had already drawn his sword. Their two shields came bashing together but the much larger and stronger Andromache knocked the man to his back. He was up quickly, avoiding the Amazonian’s fatal thrust of her spear. Taking the opportunity, he swung with all his might and snapped the spear in two with his sword, but Andromache didn’t need her spear to win this fight, a fact her opponent had greatly underestimated. Before the man could take any advantage over his unarmed opponent Andromache knee came soaring at his head. The contact knocked his helmet clean off and left the man dazed, unable to stop her incoming fist that sent the man to the ground face first.
    Wasting no time Andromache kneeled onto her opponent pushing his face into the dirt.
    “Yield!” she demanded, the man said nothing but groaned as his head was nearly crushed into the ground, her grip was powerful and her weight heavy. Despite all his effort he could not move.
    “YIELD!” she shouted again, this time the man could not ignore her command any more, he had lost.
    “I… surrender…” he said as best as he could through his smushed mouth and compacted lungs.
    The fight hadn’t even lasted 10 seconds.
    no one on the winning army cheered or showed much emotion in their victory, perhaps they always knew this would be the outcome, because it often was. Or because they knew the ordeal was not finished.
    Without taking her hand off his face Andromache tossed aside her shield and ripped open the man’s pants exposing his bare ass to the world.
    “Your life is mine now!” she told him, pulling aside her hide briefs. Out flopped out a truly monstrous cock, as thick as an arm and a length down to her knees.
    “I own you!” she declared, her captive completely unaware of what he was about to experience.
    The two armies stared at the scene. One in acquiescence, the other in obedience.
    Andromache guided her dripping cock towards her victim’s tight unbroken asshole. Her bulbous pink tip glistened with pre-cum in the morning sun. She always got so excited before taking a new loser, and he was about to be a very sore loser.
    “Wait… what are you… Aaah!?!?” he cried out as her massive head spread his target. “Aaarggh-!”
     He screamed in shock and pain before he was silenced by Andromache hand clasping tight over his mouth, and she drove in a couple of her many inches for good measure.
    “Silence! Accept the consequences of your loss,” she told him.
    Andromache starting pushing in more and more of her monstrous shaft mercilessly into her unwilling new cocksleeve. Savouring the fresh new tightness that she could usually only experience once with a new hole.
    “Oooh, you are so tight” she cooed with venom, “I can’t wait to drop my load up deep inside you.”
    The words hurt like poison in the man’s ears and he tried thrashing again, anything to try and get away from the thick impaling he was receiving at the hands of this beast of a woman. Her impossible phallus stretched him unlike he anything he had known before. He had never felt such shameful invasion. He wanted to pass out, anything to freed from this moment now, but such a mercy was not to be.
    “I haven’t cum since yesterday, you’re going to get a nice big batch from me today… oooh, won’t that be nice?” Andromache said without compassion, ignoring the attempted flailing of her slaveboy.
    She quickly jammed a couple more inches deeper into the man’s hole, he stopped moving shortly thereafter. she swore she could even feel tears running onto her hand that was keeping his mouth shut.
    “Mmm… you are getting me so horny, now I’m going to start really getting rough with you!”
    Andromache waited for no response and started to piston in and out of his asshole slowly at first, letting him relish the feeling of her meaty cock sliding along his asshole, but before long was wailing on his poor backdoor with lustful abandon. His cries and screams certainly more audible but still stifled by her strong hand keeping his voice out of the picture. The poor boy had yet to even feel the full length of Andromache’s endowment, she always saved the last few inches when breaking in a new slave.
    The spectacle went on for some time, the cries of the unfortunate victim melting away after several minutes as he accepted the pain in silence. Both armies stood motionless, though some averted their eyes, as Andromache conquered every inch of the man’s backside.
    “Oh fuck! I hope your ready for the rest of it,” Andromache said to her fucktoy, as she slowed down almost to a stop before she started sliding in the last of her cock. she did it slowly inch by inch, watching the eyes bulge on the face of the man as he felt a whole new set of inches probing deeper than he could have imagined. He started groaning into Andromache’s hand that was still clasped strongly over his mouth. It was difficult for anyone observing this amazing feat to understand just how all of the cock was disappearing inside the man. His tight form-fitting breastplate he still wore hid any evidence that so much volume was being added to his abdomen.
    “Oh! by the gods! I’m going to cum so fucking hard inside your ass!!” Andromache cried out as she finally sank in balls deep. The man could feel her huge bulging balls laying against his own, dwarfing them by comparison. He tried not to imagine just how big of a load they carried for him. The huge amazonian woman started humping her cock hard against his ass making sure that not a single inch of her mammoth prick was left outside his ass.
    “Oh fuck! Nnngh!” She raised her head, her long black hair flowing behind her, eyes closed, a definitive layer of sweat adorning her face and body before she collapsed onto of her cocksleeve, her big, still restrained, tits landing on top of his head. She lay quite still, only her hips still moved in hard, fast thrusts. Her large body almost completely hiding the man underneath, and only the sound of her heavy grunting was heard.
    After a few seconds of low, audible grunts only coming from Andromache herself, there then came a swelling of cries and screams from underneath her, still stifled by her hand, but making plenty of noise nonetheless. It grew in strength at the realization and horror of just how much cum was flooding through his body.
    “Ooh! Oh god!” Andromache exclaimed over the increasing cries of her captive, “You’re making me cum so much! Feels. So. Good!” she thrust hard at almost every word.
    Andromache continued to cum far longer than anyone could ever hope. the cries of the man would have kept pace with her orgasm if they hadn’t been drowned up as an eruption of cum geysered out of his mouth and through her gripping hand, at which point she finally removed it from his face, wiping down her own semen on her slaves shoulders.
    Her orgasm depleted at last, Andromache stood off her victim who lays very still, his screaming subsided, his eyes completely unfocused and his breathing deep and heavy. Andromache attempted to stand up off the man. For a moment his ass was so glued to her cock that she almost pulled him up with her, until gravity acted upon him and he slid off falling back to the ground in a gooey mess. Some in the front lines could see that the man’s breastplate once adorning abs forged into the armour was now sporting a puffed up belly. The power of Andromache’s orgasm had dented the warriors bronze armour from within.
    Andromache stood over her conquered slave and face the once opposing army, her long cock still thick and glistening from a fresh anal excursion.
    “You are free to leave!” she told the men, “just know that now you serve my banner and live under my rule!”
    There were furtive glances and gazes of disbelief but one by one they all turned around and began the march home.
    The broken man laying at Andromache’s feet also started to crawl away, but Andromache stepped firmly on his ankle, stopping him.
    “You didn’t really think you could just leave after all that fun? did you?”
    The man glanced back over his should staring up into Andromache’s cruel face as she positively towered over him. He said nothing in response, and he didn’t need to.
    “You’re mine now. You’ll do as I say, when I say. I own you.”
    Andromache effortlessly picked him up by the ankle and draped him over her shoulder causing another bout of cum to vomit from his mouth as she followed her army back to camp.
    “I’m always in need of more cumdumpsters.”