Tribal Warfare

The large and well-muscled barbarian bolted his way through the confusing maze like jungle.
It seems luck had abandoned his tribe as things went from bad to worse.
First the winter had been harsher than anyone could have imagined and now his scouting party had been ambushed by a group of tribal warriors.
Low hanging branches and sticks stung at his flesh, in such a humid climate he wore little more than a simple leather loincloth.
Though he knew it was still mid-day he could not see the bright sun through the thick tree canopy above him.
Rundarr the Warrior’s usually stoic nature was shaken even more as he heard the hollering and chanting of of the ambushing squad somewhere in the distance. Panic flooded his body, he felt like prey being hunted down for fun. Eventually his northern roots gripped him and he calmed himself down, he began to welcome the oncoming bloodbath, relish in it even.
They sprung out at him, one after the other, tribal women of the Ghilnei.
They had cocoa like skin and their faces had different markings of white and red paints. Each of them were dressed in little more than leather undergarments but all of them were armed.
Shortbows were slung at their back and each of them carried a terrifying looking carving knife at their side.
The horrible tales he had heard about these women were all but confirmed when he noticed one’s knife was spattered with blood and two pink fleshy orbs dangled by strand-like chords at her belt.
The Ghilnei women captured men and castrated them, offering up such treasured organs as sacrifice to their dark goddess.
A guttural and determined growl escaped his throat and he fell into a fighting stance. He slid the round shield from his back and grasped it firmly in his left hand. In his right he took his father’s axe from his belt.
“COME ON THEN!” The barbarian roared, banging his axe against the shield, making a terrible and great clamour.
Two of them drew back but the third and final Ghilnei charged him, her carving knife drawn and gleaming menacingly in the air.
She was sharp and quick with her movements, darting in completely rigid in one moment and dodging away gracefully the next. Her fighting style reminded Rundarr of a whip’s crack.
Arrows were loosed at the barbarian as well, his mind racing in overtime to avoid every on coming attack. The barbarian was one of the best warriors in his tribe and his instincts did not leave him now.
He slammed the closest Ghilnei with his shield, staggering her. In an instant Rundarr was upon her. Something made him fight wildly the revenge of all the men they had mutilated surging through him.
Up came the barbarian’s knee, a blur to the eye, and it cracked loudly against the tribal woman’s thinly protected pussy.
A shrill shriek burst out of the darker woman as her soft lips were slammed by a thick and bony knee. The female stumbled and the barbarian made the most of the opportunity.
He grabbed her by the hems of her panties and pulled her up! The leather tore upward and dug into her already swollen and bruised cunt lips.
The pain made the girl’s eyes water and her body began to shake from the pain. It also outlined her pussy for an easy target and Rundarr slammed his hard knee into her cunt repeatedly. By the end her lips were horribly swollen and bulged out from her panties on either side.
The northman gave a cry of rage and one last knee to the Ghilnei’s cunt. There was an audible pop, as if her pubic bone had completely given out.
The woman lie there shivering and whimpering, clutching at herself weakly in some futile attempt to soothe the pain.
Rundarr charged past her toward another Ghilnei, only just managing to block most of their arrows. A few managed to snag him on his calves and he bleed freely from his wounds. When he was close enough to her he swung his axe completely hewing the Ghilnei’s bow in half.
She muttered some sort of curse and dove at him with her blade drawn.
Rundarr managed to block most of her weight on his shield and pivot her to his left. An arrow was loosed and planted itself firmly into one of her ample ass cheeks. Seeing his opponent stunned, the barbarian punched out with the rim of his shield. The rough metal edge jabbed roughly at the tribal woman’s breasts, crushing and squishing down the soft mounds.
Before she could even cry out from her breast’s agony, Rundarr kicked her with the heel of his boot. Again the familiar crack as his boot collided roughly with a pussy. Rundarr twisted his foot and pulled his leg down hard as he could.
This generated enough force to completely rip off the Ghilnei’s bottom and her pussy was red from panty-burn!
The barbarian was not finished with her however. He crouched down, and with a mighty uppercut his shield swung right up and coin-slotted her poor pussy!
The metal edge of the shield scrapped through all the most tender bits of the woman’s pussy! Even her clit was crushed and scrapped in the horrific uppercut. The woman screamed bloody murder as her womanhood was brutalized.
Then just like the first the second tribal woman sank away from the muscled barbarian, clutching at her injured groin and falling into a groggy half conscious state. The third and seemingly highest ranked of the woman, stalked in carefully. She brandished her knife in one hand and tauntingly bounced the testicles tied to her belt in the other.
The northman was much to battle-focused to care and he instead growled at her, charging her with a great leap! The third tribal woman dodged out of the way, rolling behind the barbarian. The swing of her hunting dagger only just missing the backs of his legs.
Rundarr cursed and pivoted but the Ghilnei’s leg was faster and her powerful limb flew up and hit in the nuts.
Both parties felt the two nuts squirm around under the pressure, the sickening waves of hot pain rolling over Rundarr’s mind. For an instant the barbarian was staggered but he managed to shrug off the nut-pain or at least put it out of his mind for the moment.
He was mad with fury and gave a deep bellow and a toss of his blonde hair. It was a deep and rich laugh but a hollow one.
It promised death.
His pale eyes had taken on a great and terrible anger and he frothed at the mouth slightly. It was so horrifying the for a moment the Ghilnei leader thought to leave! He chased her down and knocked into her, his weight completely toppling her to the floor. Rundarr in his frenzy began stomping on her cunt repeatedly.
The first heel managed to come down and split her lips, crushing and grinding them into the ground. All the tribal woman could do was squeak out in sheer agony as her pussy was engulfed in pain.
The second stomp was enough to draw blood! The tatters of her lower garments fell away and revealed a horrible purple and swollen cunt, the puffy lips slightly scrapped and bleeding from the friction of the barbarian’s boots.
He reared back his leg and unleashed a mighty kick!
It was as precise as could be. The tip of the hard leather boot slammed into the Ghilnei’s clit and practically flattened the nub!
The woman wanted to scream but her became so high pitched her vocal cords gave out. After a moment she slumped to the ground completely defeated.

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Rundarr returned to his clan with three heads attached to his belt.
Every man among his tribe was good and able-bodied. He could teach them and train them in his new found combat art.
He and his clan would claim the jungles from the Ghilnei women for now he knew their weakness.