As the moon became high in the sky the sound approached the sleeping village. It could have been mistaken for a distant rolling thunder. The peasants, stirring from sleep knew the sound all to well as they hurried to hide as best possible. Out on the plain approaching the village pounded the hundreds of hooves of the warrioress horsewomen who rule these lands by terror and force of arms. The She-Mares were out on a raid looking for grain stores and male slaves, and if they could capture a few village stallions to use at stud, so much the better. Twice a year the villages had to pay tribute in grain, men, and stallions to the bitches or face destruction. The vicious mares stormed into the village grabbing sacks of grain, then a dozen men were roped and led away to replace other slaves who had died. One lucky young man was about to be roped when the mare leader signalled they had enough men and he was spared this time. Two prize stallions were also stolen. After years of this abuse the villagers had lost the will to resist and on this raid only one old woman tried to stop the abduction of her son. For her efforts she received a sword chop to her neck, killing her instantly. The She-Mares then rode for home, the two stallions sensing that sweet pussy was coming for them pranced along willingly while the men were dragged if they could not keep up the pace.

Gloucet spent many days at sea subsisting on the fish he could catch. He knew from many nights of studying the stars during his stay with the Amazons that he was far from home, perhaps blown to the other side of the world. With this in mind he navigated in one direction knowing he would eventually find land. Early one morning, in the far horizon he thought he could make out mountains, as he rowed harder they loomed larger and he was saved. Later that day he finally could beach his canoe and after resting the night he set out in search of people. Trekking for several days he finally came upon a huge plain abutting the mountain that had guided him. He could see at once that areas of the plain were being farmed, people should be near. After another hour he came upon a village that seemed to be having some sort of funeral. An old womans body was laid out and many women were sitting around the corpse weeping. The men of the village seemed to ignore the women and were going about their work. As this large darkly tanned man approached, several children ran out to meet him. They had never seen a man like him before. The weeping women now noticed Gloucet and their tears turned to stares. This man was obviously larger and stronger than their men, perhaps he had the courage the farmers lacked.

It took Gloucet several weeks to learn the native language and in that time he realized that he indeed was across the world from his lands and would never return. He decided to make a home with these farm folk. The fact that he had several nocturnal visits from the young village women helped him decide to stay. A lot of the young women didn't seem to have a mate, which he thought was odd, and those that did would get their mates dead drunk and sneak over to Gloucet once the word got out about his massive cock and sex drive. The soft bodied, submissive farm girls were quite a change from the hard aggressive Amazons he had just left and he had to teach them many sexual tricks for most of them had never sucked a cock or taken it up the ass. His nightly fuckings soon had many of the village girls pregnant. In years to come, the introduction of Gloucet's genes into the village women would help to change these docile people into an aggressive race. While many girls visited his tent, Gloucet had his eye on one curvaceous girl who avoided his gaze. He asked several people why she seemed aloof but he got no answers until he began a conversation with a teenage boy. From the boy he learned of the villagers plight under the oppressive control of the She-Mares and that the girls new husband had been led off in the last raid. Gloucet began to fill with rage at the thought of these humans, which he had adopted as his new family, being dominated by some half human, half animal bitches. He vowed to himself to help these people break the chains of oppression.

Marcus, the teenager who had just avoided being taken as a slave, was fascinated by this man. he spent hours talking and listening to the seafarer. He was nothing like the cowards in the village. If this man could help instill a will to fight in the farmers, he would not have to fear the bitchmares taking him. He was young enough to not have developed a fear of battle and decided to fight if they ever tried to enslave him again. The boy's spirit encouraged Gloucet, if this boy had the balls to stand up to the mares perhaps he could shame the grown men into learning to fight. He began training Marcus in the art of combat, starting with hand to hand and progressing to weapons training. In return Marcus taught Gloucet the customs and language of the village. Slowly the men of the village came to watch these hours of training and before long one than another would ask to join in. Soon most of the able bodied men were realizing that they could defend their homes and women and did not have to fear slavery. For hours each evening Gloucet trained his raw army hard, even some of the young women wanted to learn combat, for them Gloucet taught close-in self defense, and how to use hand scythes as a weapon. He also had the women cut and shape long shafts of a local springy wood, at the time they had no idea what they were used for. A side benefit of training the men so hard was they were to exhausted for sex and Gloucet's evening visits increased to the point were in was not uncommon for him to service three girls a night, sometimes two at once. The village girls lacked the hard bodies of the Amazons, but while somewhat plumper they non the less were pretty and some had enormous knockers. Many evenings he had to smother the orgasmic cry of a girl, her plump ass impaled on the shaft of his cock, lest she wake the village and ruin his trysts. He should not have worried, most of the village already knew of his nightly orgies. The men were too cowardly to confront him and the women all wanted more.