Battle of the sexes, part four
By tasslehoff



It was a hot, stifling day. Mark looked up at the clear blue sky, shielding
his eyes from the blinding rays of the sun. The top of his car was down and a
light breeze messed up his hair. Mark didn"t mind, welcomed it even because it
brought a much appreciated coolness. He had turned on the radio to keep his
mind occupied. The weird dream from last night had haunted him several times
during the day and he hoped to keep the dream at bay by singing at the top of
his voice. "I can get no, satisfaction." He drummed with his fingers on the
steering wheel as he sang along with the Rolling Stones. The next song
however, brought back unwelcome memories as he heard "Trouble" from Pink. He
remembered the video clip in which Pink was a tough gal beating the crap out
of men. Unwillingly Mark recalled the weird dream from last night in which
that was exactly what had happened to him. Mark was glad therefore that the
car navigation announced that he had almost reached his destination, which was
home. He parked his car at the driveway, grabbed his briefcase and headed for
the door.

Preoccupied, he fumbled for the house keys in his pocket while walking to the
front door, not realizing that his wife had already opened the door and was
waiting for him. "Hi honey, did you have a good day at work"? she asked with a
radiant smile. Startled Mark looked up, flinched when he saw a woman stand in
the doorway and then relaxed when he realized it was his own wife Nicole. Did
he have a good day? No, he didn"t, he had a lousy day, one of the worst days
ever. Mark could have told his lovely wife that his mind had wondered off
several times during the day. That he had lost track of the conversation in an
important meeting because he was thinking about his dream instead of paying
attention. He could have told his wife that he was afraid when he and this
young woman, who had joined the company just recently, were alone in the
storage room. He could have told his wife that he silently prayed that that
woman would leave him alone, that she wouldn"t beat him up. He could have told
his wife that his body did hurt at exactly the same spot where he got hit in
his dream by those two women. He could have told her all that but he didn"t.
"It was fine, just another day at the office."

"Dinner is not yet ready dear; it will take approximately 15 minutes more. If
you want you can fresh up first, take a shower. It is a hot day and you don"t
smell that good and I want you to smell good tonight." Nicole winked and
smiled mischievous before she turned around and headed for the kitchen. Mark
looked at her, at her beautiful long blond hair; at her long legs and suddenly
really wanted to take a shower.

"Yes honey, I"ll do that, I"m going to take a shower now." She looked back
over her shoulder and winked again. Then she walked into the kitchen and was
out of sight. Mark sighed and went upstairs. Oh my god, she was gorgeous, he
was such a lucky guy. Ten minutes later, Mark had enjoyed the refreshing
shower. Gone were the thoughts of tough, aggressive women; gone were his
doubts and fears. He felt refreshed, not only physical but also in his mind
when he stepped into the kitchen moments later. Nicole stood behind the stove,
stirring in the frying pan. "So much better dear." She said when Mark grabbed
her from behind and kissed her neck.

"Oh by the way, Michael called when you were in the shower. He can"t play
squash with you tonight because he is afraid he broke his nose." Instantly
Mark froze. "Oh, did he tell you how that happened"? Mark asked as he let her
go and walked to the table. A sudden image of a woman smashing her knee into
Michaels face loomed up. "No he didn"t say. He said he was going to the
hospital now. Maybe you can call him later tonight." "Yeah, I will." Mark sat
down. Was this a coincidence or not. Could his dream have anything to do with
it? No off course not, he decided, that would be ridiculous.

"How was your day at work"? Mark asked Nicole as she said down with him and
was ready to eat. She had really outdone herself. Dinner smelled delicious and
Mark realized he was very hungry. Enthusiastic, Nicole started relating about
her day at work but Mark discovered that he was again haunted by his weird
dream. In his dream he had seen how that woman smashed her knee into Michaels
face and broke his nose. It was disconcerting to discover that he might have
broken his nose for real. Mark realized that he lost track of Nicole"s story
when she asked him how he would have reacted in her situation. "euh, I think I
would have probably reacted the same way." He stammered. Mark was relieved
that this was exactly the answer that Nicole wanted to hear because she
continued with her story and this time Mark forced his mind to focus, to pay
attention and not wander off anymore.

"Dinner was delicious dear." Mark said as he helped his wife cleaning up the
table afterwards. "I hope you have some room for desert"? she smiled as she
seductively kissed him on his cheek making Mark wonder what she had in store
for him. He suddenly realized he wanted to kiss her; he wanted to feel her
lithe body pressed against his; he wanted to cup her breasts, take her nipples
in his mouth and suck on them. Mark felt a tingling sensation in his loins as
he watched her walk over to the fridge. Mark walked up to her, placed his hand
on the refrigerator door and kissed her neck. "You are my desert." He said
with longing. Nicole turned around, her long blond hair brushing his face,
easily dodging his outstretched arm. "Oh am I"? she said teasingly. She
grabbed his tie and walked away, pulling him behind her. Mark didn"t mind her
taking the initiative, Nicole liked trying different things; trying something
new and recently she discovered a whole new range of possibilities if she took
the lead. Meekly Mark followed her upstairs into their bedroom and let Nicole
undress him. When she had him stripped to his boxers, she placed her hand on
his chest and pushed him onto the bed. Before Mark realized what was happening
she slipped her hand into his boxers and gently squeezed his balls. "Are you
ready for me"? she asked as she climbed on top of him. The room immediately
dissolved in front of his eyes, he could only look at his lovely wife who was
now taking off her blouse in a very seductive way. Smiling down at him, Nicole
enjoyed the power she now had over her husband. She leaned forwards and kissed
him passionately on his lips. "Oh yes, you are ready for me" she whispered in
his ear as she withdrew her hand from his boxers.

Mark closed his eyes, wondered what would happen next. They were married now
for a few years already and they both had always enjoyed sex. Most of the
times, he had taken the initiative but last few times, Nicole had taken the
initiative and to his surprise she had been pretty rough. It had surprised him
but he didn"t mind. She wanted to discover her inner self and this was part of
it, she had said.

Slowly Mark opened his eyes again but to his shock he was no longer lying
down, in fact he was no longer in his own bedroom anymore. He was standing in
what looked like World War 1 trenches. Sandbags were piled up, providing
cover; barbed wire everywhere he looked; smoke drifting over meadows that
would once have supported a wide array of wildflowers. It now looked more as
if an army of giants had walked by and totally wrecked the place; everywhere
he looked he saw bomb craters; uprooted trees; the meadow blackened by fire.
Suddenly someone grabbed him from behind and yanked him down. Immediately Mark
heard the characteristic sound of bullets flying over his head, slamming into
the sandbags behind him. "If you pull a stunt like that ever again, I"ll kill
you my fucking self." Disoriented, Mark looked at a big man who had yanked him
down and who probably had saved his life. He had a muscular physique, long
black hair and a fierce look on his face. "Now stay on the lookout." He yelled
as he put a semi-automatic weapon in Marks hands. "I expect them to charge any
moment now." Mark looked around at the other men who were crouching down in
terror in the same trench. Their faces smeared with dirt and blood, their
bodies trembling with fear. One guy was praying, his hands folded in front of
him. "Do you think we will get out of here alive"? another guy suddenly asked
Mark. Mark looked at him and realized he was still a boy, probably not even 20
years old. His helmet didn"t really fit and he was supporting his helmet to
prevent it from sliding over his eyes. But before he could answer all hell
broke loose. The ground shook as several grenades exploded close by. "TAKE
COVER, TAKE COVER!!" the big man yelled as he flung himself on the ground. All
men crouched down low and covered their ears against the deafening shelling.
One grenade after the other exploded, showering them with dirt; destroying the
barbed wired obstacles. Suddenly a huge explosion sounded close by and Mark
realized that a grenade must have destroyed a neighboring trench as he
suddenly smelled burned flesh. Oh my god, he thought, how many men were in
that trench. He felt that he started to panic. What happened to them could
easily happen here too. The shelling continued for a few minutes and then
suddenly stopped. Scared Mark looked through the cracks in the sandbags,
expecting to see the enemy charging towards them but to his surprise he didn"t
see anything. A thick, almost impenetrable fog wafted towards them, providing
perfect cover. A smoke screen! Mark thought. "Be careful men." Mark heard the
big man say. "These bitches can be on us any moment now."

Bewildered Mark looked at him not knowing if he had heard correctly. Bitches?
You mean women are doing this? Women are blasting us to pieces. Before he
could turn his attention to the smoke filled meadows in front of him, he was
scared stiff as high pitched screams split the air and several scantily clad
women suddenly jumped into their trench from seemingly out of nowhere. "Shoot
the fucking bitch, goddamned, shoot the fucking bitch! What are you waiting
for"? The big tough looking guy raised his gun but when he was about to fire,
another woman flung herself at him when she jumped into the trench. He pulled
the trigger about the same time as they both tumbled down. With a loud "bang"
the gun went off but the bullet smashed harmlessly into one of the many sand
bags. They both fell down and the gun fell on the ground a few feet away from
the two combatants. Another woman apparently realized the danger and joined
her friend in arms. She kicked the gun out of reach and helped her friend up.
Both women quickly turned around and faced the big, strong man who seemed to
be the most dangerous man in the trench. They both had long hair which they
were wearing in a ponytail; a short tank-top covered the most tantalizing
parts but left their abs completely bare; shorts that revealed strong,
athletic legs. It was clear to Mark that these women had spent a lot of time
getting fit and judging by the fighting stance they took up in front of the
big man, they also knew martial arts.

Shoot the fucking bitch, how can I shoot somebody. I"m not going to shoot a
woman. Just when Mark had reached that decision another woman jumped in front
of him and kicked the weapon out of his hand. Mark winced in pain and shook
his hand as the weapon clattered on the ground. He looked at her and realized
that she was dressed the same as the other two women. It became evident to
Mark that apparently he and the big man were the only ones that were armed
because none of the other men had pointed a weapon on their opponents. The
charging women apparently didn"t have side arms as well as they started
fighting with bare hands. The woman in front of him aimed a punch to his face
which Mark blocked easily. She on the other hand, easily blocked the counter
punch aimed at her ribcage. Mark looked at her and was forcibly reminded at
the woman in his dream. She faked a few punches and then suddenly kicked him
with a sidekick in his ribs. Mark got the breath knocked out of him but as she
was not fast enough, he managed to trap her leg. He grabbed it with his other
hand and lifted her leg up causing her to tumble to the ground. She fell flat
on her back but if Mark thought that she was now rendered harmless, he thought
wrong. He took one step towards her but was stopped dead in his tracks as she
kicked him hard into his stomach with her other leg. As he staggered back,
Mark was able to overlook the situation. The big man had his hands full
against his two opponents and no help could be expected from him. Besides
these two women and the woman he was fighting himself, five other women had
jumped into their trench. As there were 18 men seeking shelter in this part of
the trenches, the big man and he included, these five women were now facing 16
men. Hopeful Mark looked at the others but to his shock he saw that four men
were already lying motionless on the bottom of the trench. One man stood
behind a woman and Mark thought he had her in a bearhug but wasn"t sure.
Another guy approached that same woman from the front but grunted in pain as
she kicked him hard between his legs. She then moved her hip to the right and
smashed her left fist into the groin of the man holding her. Immediately she
grabbed both of his wrists; moved her right elbow upwards loosening the hold;
turned around; ducked under his arm and broke free of his bearhug. She now
faced the bewildered man whom she held firmly by his wrists. She smashed her
knee into his groin and as he doubled over, hammered the back of his head with
her fist. She immediately focused her attention on the guy she had kicked
between his legs and who was still on his knees. Mark saw blood flying
everywhere as she smashed her knee into the poor guys face. The other men
weren"t doing a better job and Mark noticed that more and more men succumbed
under the relentless female attack. Despite the numerical disadvantage, the
women were winning. The woman he was fighting was back on her feet and Mark
had to focus fully on her. She had underestimated him at first and something
told Mark she wouldn"t make the same mistake twice. With grim determination,
she approached him. Mark looked at her, marveled at her beauty and noticed she
was surprisingly busty; something which was true for all women. Quickly he had
to take a step backwards or her left hook would have smashed into his face. He
was able to block another punched aimed at his face but was flung backwards
when she hit him with a hard front kick. Mark smashed into the sandbags behind
him and moaned in pain as she immediately followed up with another side kick.
Her shin came hard into contact with his thigh and he dropped on one knee as
his leg couldn"t support his weight anymore. Mark looked to his right and saw
a man getting flung into the sandbags by a powerful woman. Another woman
repeatedly kneed her opponent into his stomach. When he finally collapsed Mark
noticed he was coughing up blood. Mark looked up at his opponent who smiled
down at him. "Now it"s time for you to go to sleep." She said. "No I won"t."
With strength Mark didn"t know he had in him he flung himself at her. Grabbed
her around her waist and tackled her to the ground. The situation didn"t
improve however because she took him immediately in a headlock and pressed him
tight against her body. He got a bit intoxicated by her lovely smell but was
immediately brought back to reality as she started squeezing. "I have to get
out of here fast or she"ll squeeze me unconscious." Mark started to panic and
pummeled her with his fists. To his relieve, she released her headlock.
Suddenly he felt that somebody grabbed him from behind and yanked him to his
feet. "RUN, goddamned RUN" somebody yelled in his ear and more out of instinct
then of conscious thought Mark turned around and started running. He rounded
the corner and was now in a trench leading away from the frontline. Mark was
running as fast as he could and passed a trench on his left that was connected
to the one Mark was in now. Heavy fighting was going on in that trench as well
and Mark thought he saw two women lying on the ground. Mark didn"t know if
they were dead or just unconscious but the scary part was that many men
littered the ground around them. "Keep running, keep running." Mark didn"t
need to be reminded; he wanted to leave this warzone as fast as possible. They
had to keep their heads low because occasionally they heard the characteristic
sound of a bullet flying over their heads. Sometimes a grenade exploded nearby
and they were showered with mud. Mark didn"t dare to look over his shoulder
but slowly the sound of battle diminished. Finally they were out of reach and
could take a brief rest. Mark was painting for breath and couldn"t say a word.
Exhausted he dropped onto the ground and noticed that besides him and the big
strong man, only three other men had made it out.

"What happened"? One of the men, who stood there apparently on guard duty,
asked them. "We are overrun; these bitches will be here any moment. Stop
them." The big man didn"t wait for an answer but yanked mark back onto his
feet. "On your feet, private, MOVE." Mark stumbled into the designated
direction but fell down almost immediately again. "Sorry." He mumbled. "That
bitch kicked me harder than I thought." It took him a lot of effort to stand
up again. The big man turned around and faced the other three men who had made
it out alive. "You stay here and help them stop these bitches." "Stop them,
with what, we have nothing, we hardly have any ammo." For a moment it seemed
the big man would explode but then he sighed. "I know, just do the best you
can." With that he and Mark ran into one of the support trenches leading away
from the battlefield.

After five minutes Mark completely lost any sense of direction but the big man
apparently knew which way to go. Every trench they came into looked exactly
like the one they just left and how he could navigate was beyond Mark. Mark
felt as if he was in a maze and was very relieved that they finally stepped
into a clearing. Several men guarded a jeep that looked as if it was older
then him. Mark couldn"t recall having ever seen a car in worse state then this
sorry excuse for a vehicle. The windscreen was pierced with bullet holes;
there were more dents then Mark could count and the car sagged to the left
because of broken shock absorbers. "We are going to take the jeep. We have to
report to HQ." The men saluted the big man and stepped aside. "How are we
doing sir? Are we winning"? Hopeful they looked at him but although the big
man didn"t respond, they could see the course of the battle on his face. "Hop
in." the big man said to Mark when he started the Jeep.

The trip didn"t last long, only 15 minutes but it was the most painful car
ride Mark could remember. Because of the broken shock absorbers, Mark hit his
head against either the side of the window or the top of the jeep, every time
they hit a bump in the road. One time he was flung forwards after hitting
another bump and crashed into the windscreen of the car.

Mark was very relieved therefor when he could finally step out of the jeep. He
stretched his legs and looked around. If there was ever a less likely place
for a HQ, then this was it. This must once have been a small village where
children would have had fun in playgrounds, where its inhabitants would have
been able to relax in several parks, but the village was now totally wrecked.
Every house had collapsed, every tree was uprooted, debris everywhere. The
entire village was left in ruins. The big man stood next to Mark and seemed to
guess what went on in Marks head. "I think we have our air force to thank for
this. We bombed this place to the ground. Thousands of innocent men, women and
children died that day." "Why"? Marked turned around and faced the big man.
"Only because a bunch of frightened generals thought they could wipe out the
leaders of the women"s liberation movement they thought were hiding in this
village. Come on, this way." Mark followed the big man as he walked through
the debris. After a while they reached a steel door which obviously was built
after the destruction of this village. A creaky voice was heard over the
intercom that was attached to the side of the door. There was so much noise
that Mark could barely make up what was being said. As the big man was
requesting permission to enter headquarters, Mark looked around. "What
happened here, what war am I in now? What women"s liberation movement? Is this
a battle of the sexes"? Again he recalled the weird dream in which he had seen
only women. "Come on, they granted us permission to enter." Mark turned around
and noticed that the big steel door swung open.

Mark stepped inside and was struck blind as it was almost completely dark.
After a few minutes he got used to the darkness and could make out the
silhouettes of several other people. The guards ignored him completely and
only talked to the big man. "You know the way." One of them said as he
returned to a small room besides the steel door and turned his attention to
several monitors. Although Mark hadn"t seen a security camera, he realized now
that people approaching the steel door would be seen long before they had
reached the steel door. "Yeah I know the way. Come on, walk this way." The big
man indicated to Mark and Mark followed the big man through a small hallway
that lead to a narrow spiral staircase. The hallway and the staircase were
illuminated by a small lightbulb that barely provided enough light and Mark
had to be careful not to trip on anything.

"What is this place"? Mark wondered when they had reached the bottom of the
staircase. He had expected a very modern looking headquarters but this more
resembled the headquarters he had seen in old World War II documentaries. A
huge map covered the entire opposite wall and displayed troop locations and
movements. Several men were sitting together and apparently handled incoming
information. Mark walked up to the huge map and noticed that their troops were
marked in black. He recognized the environment and concluded that he must have
somehow belonged to second army which was located in the center. First army
was located further north and third army was located further south. Several
red drawing pins were pinned on the map on the east indicating the army of the
women. Red arrows were drawn towards second army and he trembled as he
recalled his encountered with that woman in the trenches. Without help, he
would have lost. Mark read the label explaining the red arrows and concluded
that they didn"t extend the women the same courtesy as they did their own
armies. Second army was fighting "bitches one". "Hey Joe, good to see you man,
how are you"? Another man walked up to what Mark had considered to be his
guardian angel as he had already saved him twice in these trenches. They shook
hands and then clapped each other on the back. "I"m fine, I"m fine, although
it was close."

Mark focused again on the huge map as the two men walked away. Red dots, black
dots, troop movements, rivers, hills, villages, open terrain, desert,
everything was there. "Weird." He thought as he traced the red arrows with his
finger. If they push us back here, they"ll risk the chance of getting
encircled by first and third army. He looked at the labels pinned on the map.
They could easily move forward and the trap would slam shut here Mark thought
as he pointed to a place on the map. Then he noticed a small blue dot with no
label pinned close to third army somewhere south east.

"What does this blue dot here mean? He asked one of the operators who appeared
to be free for the moment. "What blue dot"? The operator looked at the dot
indicated by Mark and started looking into some notes. "Oh that dot. It"s
nothing, it was reported in by a man who lives there with his four year old
son. The boy claimed to have seen his mother but that is impossible as she
died at birth." Before Mark could ask another question, the man was called on
his smartphone. "Sorry, back to work." He said.

For a few minutes Mark stared at the blue dot. Why would a boy claim to have
seen his dead mother in a situation like this? It doesn"t make sense. If women
had men on the run why would they walk into a trap? That didn"t make any sense
either. I"m missing something here. Mark looked intently at the red arrows and
the blue dot that he didn"t notice the big strong man standing beside him. "It
doesn"t make sense unless".." Mark mused.

"What doesn"t make sense? What"s the matter, what are you thinking"? The big
man, whose name was apparently Joe, looked at him inquiringly. "Nothing,
probably nothing." Tired Mark dropped on the nearby chair and looked around.
"My mind playing tricks, that"s all." "The hell with playing tricks, tell me
what you were thinking; the few times I ignored your theories, how crazy they
seemed at the time, I came to regret it." Mark looked up at Joe. How is that
possible, he thought? Joe obviously knows me but I"ve never been here before
or have I? Mark didn"t know what to think anymore; he had already pinched
himself in his arm but he hadn"t woken up. It was just as last time, this was
probably just a dream. But if it was a dream, why the hell couldn"t he wake
up?

"Ok" Mark said. "What if that boy really did see his mom." "That"s bullshit,
according to the father the boy"s mom died at birth." "I know she did but "."
Mark looked at the board where he saw the small blue dot that had drawn his
attention. Sighed and turned around, facing Joe. "The boy"s mom died at birth,
so the boy has never known his mom, doesn"t really know what she looks like,
right"? Joe nodded. "The boy has probably only the stories of his father to go
on, stories and photos." "Yeah but that doesn"t mean the kid saw his mom." "I
know, but what if he thought he saw his mom. What if he really did see a woman
there; the boy is only four and can easily mistake her for his mom." "That is
ridiculous, what would a woman do in the middle of a war zone." "Yes indeed,
unless she was there on purpose. What if she belongs to a scouting party, what
if"" Mark stood up and walked to the board where the huge map was pinned
against the wall. "What if this woman belongs to a scouting party and what if
they are trying to encircle our troops here? Mark pointed at the location on
the map where the remnants of third army had taken refuge and had dug in. "Joe
walked up and now stood beside him. "For that to work, these bitches that just
kicked our ass should alter course and position their troops here and here."
"And even then it doesn"t make sense. Let"s assume what you are saying is true
and that they are trying to encircle third army. We are here in the center
while first army is located on the north. We could easily retaliate and defeat
them."

Mark looked at the crude map that was hanging on the wall. He couldn"t help
but think once again about his weird dream earlier. Was that even possible,
could you remember a dream in a dream? In that dream, he had seen only women.
Did that mean that the women won this war, this battle of the sexes? The girl
they encountered had asked them a very peculiar question. "What are you"?
instead of "who are you"? as if she didn"t know what men were. "Not if they
are planning to encircle first army too." Mark looked at the map where the big
generals kept track of any reported troop movements.

"So you are saying"." Joe looked at Mark inquisitively. "That first and third
army will be wiped out and then we"ll be next." "Jesus Mark and this is all
based on the fact that a 4 year old boy claims to have seen his dead mother."
Mark turned around and faced Joe. "You asked what I was thinking and this is
what I was thinking." "Do you think there is even one of these generals over
there who"ll believe this crap"? "It"s not crap, it"s just.." "I know what it
is, relax" Joe interrupted Mark as he was about to get fired up. "Now I have
to talk to those idiots over there." He sighed and then walked toward the end
of the underground room. Mark expected Joe to salute to his superiors but was
surprised to notice that he didn"t. After one General introduced Joe to the
others, Joe obviously started giving his report. Mark could tell by the look
on their faces that they didn"t like it at all. A couple of times Mark thought
he heard the word "ridiculous" and "coward" as the discussion became heated
but Joe didn"t flinch. Mark realized that he started to like Joe. He was a
tough guy but he obviously cared for his men and he had an open mind. At least
he had accepted the possibility that Marks theory could be true, how
farfetched it might be. Just as in his previous dream when he was reluctant to
go into that village, Mark knew that he was right again this time. "How did it
go"? Mark asked a couple of minutes later when Joe returned but looking at his
face Mark already had his answer. Joe"s face was red and it seemed as if he
was about to explode. "The idiots didn"t listen; they think this is their one
chance to deal a decisive blow to these bitches. They are so blinded by it
that they don"t take into account that this might be a trap. Mark had to
quicken his pace to keep up with Joe who seemed to be in a hurry to put as
much distance between him and his superiors. "Arrogant bastards." Joe fumed.
"They didn"t even want to send out scouts." "What are you going to "." Joe
raised his hand to silence Mark. Mark immediately shut up, looking inquiringly
at Joe. They had reached the operator who stood in direct contact with both
first and third army. "It"s probably nothing but keep alert, I"ll pass the
message to senior staff. Over and out." "What was that about"? Joe demanded as
the man stood up and was about to walk off. At first it seemed the man would
refuse to answer but apparently he reached the conclusion that it was not that
classified. "Third army thought they had seen some suspicious activity. I told
them it"s probably nothing." Then he turned around and walked towards the
generals who were still conferring about their next move. Both men looked at
the back of the operator. "We have to do something, third army will be
slaughtered." "I know, I know." Joe looked around then made up his mind. "Grab
enough ammo, we are going on patrol."

Half an hour later it was a sorry lot that set out. As it was an unofficial
patrol, Joe couldn"t really force anyone to come. Most of them thought it was
much safer to stay in the compound then to set foot outside and risk the
chance to have to fight these powerful women. The fact that they weren"t able
to grab ammo and set out unarmed didn"t help either. One positive thing though
Mark thought. These women don"t have much ammo either judging by the fact that
they didn"t use any side arms when they stormed the trenches. Joe had asked
Mark to walk rear guard and as Mark trotted behind the rest he was able to
take a good look at his fellow patrol members. Directly in front of him, the
Johnson twins were bickering until Joe told them to shut up. They were twins
but besides their birthday there was almost nothing they had in common. John
was tall and athletic build and laughed a lot but Mark didn"t like him much.
In the short time he knew him Mark already noticed that John only laughed at
the expense of others. His laughter was never reflected in his eyes, which
remained cold and uncaring. Mark had the idea that the only person John cared
about was John. His twin was different; he was quiet, didn"t say much but
liked displaying a huge jungle knife. Mark thought that he would also stab a
person quietly in the back. Watching quietly as his victim was slowly bleeding
to death. No, these Johnson twins send a shiver down his spine. Directly in
front of the Johnson twins were walking two friends who told him their names
but Mark hadn"t been able to catch their names due to a lot of background
noise. They were much younger than the rest and looked around fearfully as if
they expected a woman to jump from behind every tree. Then there was Joe, a
man Mark hadn"t met before but Mark already respected him a lot. Mark had the
feeling that you could count on Joe, Joe would be there for you in time of
need. He was a tough fighter but what Mark had seen so far, he was a fair guy.
Mark was sure that if a woman would fall into their hands, Joe would treat her
with the same respect as he treated his men. Up front was another big guy Mark
had never seen before. He had wanted to shake hands before they set out but
that guy had looked at him and without saying or doing anything he just turned
around and joined the Johnson twins. He had a dragon tattooed on his left arm.
"Don"t take it personal." Joe had said. "He is a complete ass but a good
fighter. The only reason he agreed to be on this patrol was the chance to
"fuck women" as he put it." Mark wasn"t surprised that he could get along very
well with the Johnson twins.

They had walked for almost an hour under the hot, stifling sun, stumbling
through the barren, rocky terrain, when they rather unexpectedly reached a
small river when they rounded a huge boulder. On this side of the river, the
land was barren and dry without any shelter but on the other bank, a small
forest provided the much needed cover from the burning sun. Mark kneeled down
and splashed the cold water in his face. When he looked up he saw the Johnson
twins huddled together, talking to the "dragon" man as Mark now called him.
They were too far away to completely understand what they were talking about
but what he did hear gave Mark an idea that they didn"t appreciate this patrol
at all and that they blamed him. "Waste of time", "stupid ass", and "fucking
weather" were just a few phrases he picked up. "Do you have something to share
to the entire team"? Joe suddenly asked them as he put his smartphone back
into his pocket. Mark could tell that they were startled but the "dragon" man
recovered fast. "No sir, we are just anxious to pay these bitches back." "Then
make sure you are ready because we are nearing the position of third army."
"According to headquarters there is nothing to worry about, why do you think
third army is under attack? Is it because of his stupid hunches"? the "dragon"
man said as he jerked his head in Marks direction. "Don"t tell me we are out
in this murderous heat because you believe this idiot"?

"That idiot" Joe started, "has more common sense than those so called leaders
at headquarters. And yes, I do think third army is in danger. Now move out
everyone, we are crossing here. You walk in front. Now MOVE." For a moment
Mark thought the "dragon" man would refuse but after a few seconds he shrugged
and waded through the river. When he reached the center of the river the water
came to his waist. He had to brace himself because the current was stronger as
he expected but after a few seconds he safely reached the other shore. When
they had all crossed the river safely, and were now walking under the trees,
the much appreciated coolness immediately lifted their spirits. Mark quickly
walked up to Joe. "Everything ok with third army"? He asked quietly. "Yeah, I
just called them and they confirmed that everything was quiet. Hopefully it
stays that way." Yeah, hopefully it stays that way, Mark thought as he
continued taking rear guard.

Silently they walked on for another hour. The forest floor started to slope
gradually and after a few minutes they reached the top. "What the """ Joe
stammered as he overlooked the situation. In the distance they could see where
third army had dug in. Several trenches covered with barbed wire were created
to slow the enemy advance. Several machine guns were strategically placed to
repel any possible attack. But this was not why Joe beckoned him to come over
immediately and ordered everyone to take cover. "I hate to be right." Mark
muttered as he looked in the direction indicated by Joe. Third army was
getting encircled. Everywhere Mark looked, women were taking up position
behind third army, ready to ambush any man that would flee into their
direction. Women were crouched down low behind boulders; were hiding behind
trees; were lying in ditches, ready to slaughter the future remnants of third
army. "Look over there!" Mark looked at the direction indicated by Joe and saw
in the distance dozens of women sneaking towards the male army. Joe took his
spyglass out of his backpack and observed more closely. "Damned, they
skillfully overpower all the rear guards. The idiots think they are completely
safe and don"t pay attention."

"Listen men." Joe said as he put down his spyglass. "Third army is totally
unaware of the danger that awaits them. If we don"t warn them soon, they will
not know what hit them. These women will slaughter them. It seems we arrived
just in time."

"I say we turn around and run, there is nothing we can do anyway. These
bitches are way too strong for us. Do you remember the beating they gave us
when we tried to capture one of their leaders? We had them outnumbered but in
the end we had to flee or risk getting captured ourselves." Mark was not
surprised to see that the Johnson twins wanted to turn tail. It confirmed what
he already thought about them. Big mouth but highly unreliable. He grabbed his
own spyglass and looked at the unavoidable downfall of third army. "We can"t
be too late, we just can"t be. There must be something we can do? But whatever
it is, we must do it fast; these women are almost ready to attack."

And then it happened. "Joe, come over here, look over there! They haven"t
finished their encirclement of third army yet. There is a small corridor
further to the east were I don"t see any female activity. You are right but we
have to act fast." Joe jumped up and shouted orders. "Listen men, we can still
safe third army. Let"s go." "You wanted to fuck women; well it seems here is
your chance." John grinned at the dragon man. Everybody now followed Joe who
while running, had grabbed his smartphone and was desperately trying to
contact third army. "Come on, answer damn it." They had to move fast and
unseen otherwise everything would still be for nothing. Mark was painting
already but quitting was not an option. "Listen, you are under attack, you are
under attack." Joe yelled. "Do exactly as I say otherwise you"ll be
slaughtered. No, the hell with procedure, do what I say. God damn it, put him
on then."

"Can you believe that? They want to follow procedure." Joe fumed. "If they
wait any longer then this it will".. Is this the commander of third army? Good
listen to me, you have to retreat right away otherwise you"ll" No, damn it.
Who I am is not important, you are getting"." Mark could tell that Joe was
getting frustrated. They had stopped running now and were all looking at Joe.
They had reached the cover of a small forest patch. There was a small stream
up ahead and one of the younger guys pulled out his flask. "Please, you have
to do something fast or it will be too late, no don"t check with headquarters.
God damn it. Can you believe that? They hung up. Idiots." "Joe listen, I
think"" At that moment Mark heard something rustle in the bushes behind him.
He turned around and peered into the bushes. "It"s probably nothing, what are
we".." A high pitched scream suddenly pierced the air and several women jumped
out of the bushes, surrounding the baffled men. Joe, the best fighter by far,
was immediately knocked over the head from behind with the butt of a rifle.
One of the younger guys turned around and was kneed in his groin almost
immediately by a young woman. Mark felt an arm around his neck and immediately
had trouble breathing. Within seconds he started to become lightheaded and
tried in vain to break free. Then everything went pitch black.

When he came around again, he found himself in a huge room without windows.
Several women stood around a strange looking woman in the center of the room.
They were talking to each other and once in a while they looked in their
direction. Mark wanted to stand up but realized his arms were tight behind his
back. Suddenly two women walked up to them, grabbed the shortest of the
Johnson twins and hoisted him up by his arms. Fearful he looked behind as both
women dragged him to the center of the room and held him up in front of the
strange looking woman. She placed her fingertips on his temples and closed her
eyes. "What is she doing, is she hurting him? If she is hurting him, I"ll get
the fucking bitch." The other Johnson twin tried to see what was going on but
the women had tied them up good. "Bring him to the Arena." The strange woman
finally said. "John, don"t let them take me, don"t let them take me." There
was nothing left of the earlier bravado as he was whisked away by both women.
They dragged him along with them and disappeared through the door on the other
side of the room. Two other women hoisted the other Johnson twin up next and
now it was his turn to face the strange looking woman. She again placed her
fingertips on his temples and after a while he was also ordered to be brought
to the arena. "What do you think will happen to them"? Mark looked at the
younger guy and shrugged. "I don"t know but if this arena they talk about
looks like the arena"s in ancient Rome then it probably is not good." Again
two women approached them and hoisted the other young guy up. "Please don"t
hurt me, please." The young man trembled like a leave and fearful looked
around. Mark looked at the expression of the strange woman when she again
placed her fingertips on the temples of the young man. Mark could tell that
her expression softened and when she removed her hands she ordered to bring
the young man to the slave quarters. The other young man was also ordered to
be brought to the slave quarters and Mark was not surprised to hear that the
"dragon" man would be reunited with the Johnson twins as he was also ordered
to be brought to the Arena. Now only he and Joe were left. The two women, who
now approached them, looked admiringly at Joe. With their hands on their hips
they seized him up, moistening their lips with their tongue. If they were
impressed by Joe, Mark was equally impressed by their beauty and strength.
They were wearing their long hair in a ponytail and Mark looked at their
lovely faces. Their shapely legs would make any man turn his head; their
tank-tops were too small for their huge breasts and showed a lot of cleavage.
Their biceps and abs were clearly visible indicating that they had also spent
a lot of time in the gym. "I hope you are not such an asshole as some of your
friends because I know what I would like to do to you." Both women grabbed Joe
by his arms and hoisted him up. "Don"t worry baby, you look good too." One of
them said to Mark as they walked away. Joe was now being x-rayed as well and
it apparently took a bit longer than usual but finally it was announced that
he should be brought to the west wing. This was apparently to the liking of
the two ladies who happily escorted him out. "mmmm". Baby, we are going to
have so much fun with you.

The strange woman now turned her eyes on him and Mark felt very uncomfortable
under her scrutiny. As they were all alone now she walked over to him, looked
down and then easily hoisted him up putting him onto his feet. "What, what are
you going to do, who are you"? Her hands were already halfway to his temples
when she stopped and looked at him. For a full minute they just looked at each
other and Mark was convinced that she was not going to say anything when she
finally spoke. "You really don"t know, do you? I"m surprised you don"t know
who I am because I thought all men already knew what would happen to them if
they were taken prisoner." She looked at Mark a while longer as if she was
pondering if she should say anything else. "A few of us are blessed with the
gift to judge you men." "Am I going to be killed"? "That will totally depend
on what you have done in the past." She now placed her hands on his temples
and immediately several images flashed before his eyes. He saw himself as a
small boy playing in the woods, his first date with his future wife Nicole,
them walking the dog, the picnic where he asked her to marry him, the wedding
itself, but also images of his weird dream flashed by. Him and Michael getting
their asses kicked by the mother and daughter they encountered. The strange
woman even conjured up images of him fighting in the trenches. "You.. , you
are telepathic." Mark stammered. He looked at the woman in front of him and
could tell that she was getting frustrated. More images flashed by, images of
his youth, images of his adult life, images with friends, intimate images of
him and Nicole, images he didn"t even recognize. Faster and faster the woman
conjured them up. Mark could tell she was getting more and more frustrated.
Her breathing became shallow and faster. His entire life flashed by in front
of his eyes and it completely dazed him. Finally with a frustrated cry she let
him go. She looked at him for a moment longer and then suddenly turned around.
Mark could tell that she was at a loss and didn"t know what to do as he saw
her clench and unclench her fists.

Then she turned around again and faced him. Her jaw was set. "Who are you"?
she demanded. "I can"t make any sense of what I get from you, I see your past
but it feels like I was looking into the future too. Tell me, who are you?
This doesn"t make any sense. What is going on here"?

Mark could tell she was getting frightened and strangely felt sorry for her.
"Tell me, what is going on"? That"s a damned good question Mark thought, a
question I would really like to get answered myself. Mark looked at the woman
in front of him. Apparently his puzzled look was interpreted as an act of
defiance as she slapped him across his face. "I don"t know what is going on
here." Mark blurted out. His cheek stung and he thought he tastes blood. "One
moment I"m at home, the next moment I ended up here."

The woman gave him another scrutinizing look. "You are not lying but you are
not telling me everything either." At that moment there was a knock on the
door and another woman entered the room. Mark could tell she was still rather
young, probably in here early twenties. Like all women Mark had seen so far,
she was also surprisingly busty. "Ah Krissy, it is good that you are here.
Take him and follow me." Although she was still rather young, Mark felt
immediately when she grabbed him that she was also much stronger than she
looked. "Where are we going"? "We are going to the queen." The strange looking
woman said. "The queen, you are bringing him to the queen"? Krissy looked
puzzled but didn"t question her any longer. "You must be someone special; no
man has ever been brought in front of the queen." She whispered so softly that
Mark wondered if he had heard correctly. When he was being guided out of the
room, on his way to meet a queen, Mark couldn"t help but wonder. "What is
happening to me, and where the hell am I?

Mark tried to keep a clear picture in his head were they were going but there
were so many corridors that he already gave up after a few minutes. He should
try to escape before they met this so called queen but he knew he could never
overpower these two strong women. Besides, the strange looking woman somehow
knew that he was different, that something was going on. He desperately wanted
answers himself and if this so called queen could provide them, he might feel
more at ease. They finally reached a door which was guarded by two strong
looking women. Like the rest, they were very athletic looking and Mark was
sure that they could easily overpower most men they came up against. Their
biceps were bigger than his and they had a jungle knife strapped to their
waist. In another life they might have earned their living as a model but in
this reality they were soldiers in an army consisting only of women. After
they checked a few formalities, they were allowed to pass and suddenly they
were outside. Mark looked around to take in the surroundings but was suddenly
pushed from behind. "Walk, we don"t have all day." Krissy said not all too
friendly. "I could walk a lot better if I wasn"t all tied up." Mark said under
his breath. For the next 15 minutes they walked under the burning sun until
they reached a big lake at which they followed a small windy path leading them
slowly uphill. After about 10 minutes, Mark started to hear a buzz as if
hundreds of people were all talking at the same time. With each step it became
louder and louder and puzzled Mark looked around at Krissy. "What is this
hubbub"? he said as he painted for breath. "That is where we punish men who
have committed terrible war crimes; that"s the Arena. Now get moving; I don"t
want to get too late." Krissy urged him on and they continued climbing until
they reached the top. Mark didn"t know what to expect but it certainly was not
this. Down in the valley, a crude arena was constructed; perfectly shielded
from view by the surrounding hills. It was hastily done and Mark thought it
would crumble immediately after a storm. He saw hundreds of women on the
wooden stands, cheering and shouting at the "gladiators" in the arena.

This Arena resembled the arenas in ancient Rome, not the colosseum off course
but the arenas that were in operation in the Roman provinces. Even from this
distance Mark could see the three men in the center of the Arena. They looked
awfully familiar. The strange looking woman took her smartphone out of the
folds of her garment and walked away. After a few minutes she returned. "Our
queen is expecting us. Come on."

Ten minutes later, Mark faced the mysterious queen. "So this is the mystery
man." She said as she took a good look at Mark. And this is the woman who led
her armies to overwhelming victories, Mark thought. Krissy had reluctantly
answered his question about this mysterious queen but Mark now understood
enough that this so called queen was a military genius and that it was her
strategy that was ensuring the women victory after victory. "I"ll deal with
you later, please sit down and watch the festivities with us." Mark was forced
to sit down on a bench on the front row. Several women immediately positioned
themselves between him and their queen. You don"t have to worry; I"m unarmed;
tied up and in no position to do anything, Mark thought and miserably he
looked at the three men standing in the arena, facing three gorgeous women and
a very hostile crowd.

There was nothing left of the bravado the "dragon" man displayed earlier. He
stood somewhat behind the Johnson twins who looked a bit uncertain at the
stands from where the hostility crashed over them like tidal waves. Mark
recalled how the "dragon" man bragged earlier about fucking women. "He is not
going to fuck, he is fucked." The three women who faced them in the arena were
standing together, their arms around each other"s shoulders, preparing
themselves for battle. At that moment, a strong looking woman hit a large gong
with a wooden hammer and the three women confidently walked towards the three
men. Like most of the women Mark had met, they were very athletic, strong
looking but nowhere near as muscular as the three men they faced.
Nevertheless, they absolutely didn"t show any signs of fear as they approached
the three big men. Wild cheers erupted from the stands and everyone looked
eagerly to the six combatants who grimly looked at each other.

Then the three men sprang into action. The shortest of the Johnson twins was
determined to knock his opponent out with one powerful punch but he was way
too slow. She easily blocked his right hook and then immediately followed up
with two quick jabs to his face. As he staggered backwards, she kneed him hard
into his stomach followed with a hammer to the back of his head with her fist
as he doubled over. He crashed onto the ground moaning in pain. John was
unaware the predicament his brother was in when he rushed the busty woman in
front of him. He was stopped dead in his tracks however by a powerful
defensive front kick. John clutched his stomach and staggered backwards but
didn"t have time to recover as she kicked him in his face with a grace that
would make a lot of male karateka"s jealous. She then spun around, her leg
flew up and again her feet connected hard with John"s face, also sending him
to the ground. The "dragon" man had almost simultaneously rushed his opponent
too but it didn"t go well for him either. He had intended to bring her down
with a powerful bearhug but the moment he had wrapped his arms around her
body, she let herself fall backwards and with a perfect sutimi waza technique,
the big man flew over her and crashed onto his back. The woman was apparently
skilled in judo because she rolled with him and ended up sitting on his chest,
punching him into his face a few times before quickly rolling away. Mark
looked in disbelief at the three women who were now waving at the crowd while
the three men were writhing on the ground. Within seconds they already had
established their superiority. It was obvious that the three men were no match
for these strong, skilled women. They looked at the men with disdain as the
three men tried to get back on their feet. "Alright boys, now we are going to
have some fun." Confidently, the women walked up towards their opponents who
stood huddled together. What ensued next was a breathtaking display of female
superiority; although the three men were good fighters themselves, they were
absolutely no match for the scantily clad women they were facing now. The
first couple of minutes the men, especially the "dragon" man, were able to
block a lot of the punches and kicks that were coming their way but soon their
breath became shallow and you could tell they were getting exhausted. The
women on the other hand showed no signs of fatigue and continued their
onslaught. More than once, the men were knocked to the ground and their bodies
showed more and more signs of the beating they were receiving. Mark watched
how the "dragon" man bent over after a hard punch in his stomach. His opponent
grabbed his head and smashed her thigh up into his chest sending him crashing
down onto his back. With her hands on her hips, the woman looked down at the
moaning man.

"Please no more, please. I can"t take it anymore, please." Even from this
distance, Mark could hear him beg for mercy. Looking at the woman who towered
over him, Mark was sure that he was not going to get any mercy from her.
Suddenly she kicked him in his face and blood splattered everywhere as he
flipped onto his stomach. She then grabbed both his wrists, placed her foot
between his shoulder blades and pulled up. Immediately the "dragon" man
shrieked in pain and kicked out with his legs but the woman held on tight.
"Look at them, they are so pathetic." Mark looked up at the woman to his right
and noticed that she enjoyed the fight in the arena. "They must have done some
terrible things otherwise they wouldn"t have been sent to the arena." Mark
remembered the strange woman who conjured up all those images when she had
placed her hands on his temples. What images had she conjured up with them?
Mark wondered. The busty woman pulled up his arms even further until Mark
thought that she was going to dislocate his shoulders. Then she kept up the
pressure for a full five minutes. Mark could tell by his agonizing face that
the "dragon" man was in terrible pain.

The Johnson twins were in no way able to come to his rescue as they were
getting totally trashed themselves. John was sitting on his knees begging the
woman in front of him to have mercy. His face was smeared with blood; his left
eye was swollen shut; blood dripped out of his mouth and nose and his entire
body was covered with bruises. The woman grabbed his hair and walked forwards
bending her opponent backwards until his neck was secured between her thighs.
Then she tightened her muscles and John"s face turned red as his blood flow
was cut off. John placed his hands on her thighs and tried to pry open her
scissor to no avail. He might have succeeded if this happened earlier in the
fight but Mark could tell that there was not much fight left in John. The
woman continued squeezing and John started to panic. Mark could tell that John
wanted to cry out for help but only an unintelligible moan escaped his lips.
Then he started pummeling her thighs and back with his fists but almost
immediately he regretted that decision as the woman immediately retaliated by
pummeling his face with her fists. Blood splattered everywhere whenever her
fist smashed into his face and it didn"t take long before the big man hung
motionless between her thighs. The woman raised her hands in victory when she
realized that the big man was unconscious and didn"t fight back anymore.

The shortest of the Johnson twins looked dumbfounded at his brother and it was
obvious that his brain had trouble accepting the fact that a woman had just
totally destroyed and emasculated his brother whom he had known his entire
life. He wanted to run away but there was nowhere he could run too. Fearful he
looked at the woman who was causing him so much pain and humiliation. He
couldn"t remember when he was this helpless in a fight but the woman in front
of him was too skilled, too tough, and too strong for him. She battered him at
will, every punch or kick hit her mark and caused tremendous pain. She looked
like a blur and he tried hard to bring her into focus. "Look at that, I think
he is out on his feet. What a wimp, look at him, look at all of them." Mark
looked at the women who commented on the fight and noticed that they looked
with longing at their sisters in the arena. "Are they getting aroused by
this"? Mark wondered. He looked around and noticed the same signs on the other
women, a couple of rows behind him; two women even started kissing each other.
Mark looked at them for a while and then felt eyes burning into his back. When
he looked around he noticed that the queen was keeping her eyes on him instead
of the fight in the arena. She smiled wickedly and quickly Mark turned around
again. He was just in time to see how the shortest of the Johnson twins was
easily lifted on the back of his opponent. The scantily clad amazon pulled
down on his legs and neck causing her opponent to scream out in pain. It was a
breathtaking sight and several women around him started to moan in
anticipation. The woman slowly increased the pressure of her hold and his
screams mingled with those of the "dragon" man. She brought his back to the
point of breaking and paraded with her victim through the arena urged on by
the screams and cheers from the women in the crowd.

Mark didn"t know where to look, the shoulders of the "dragon" man were about
to get dislocated, John was rearranged so that his ribcage was now trapped
between the thighs of the woman holding him and his brothers back was bend so
horribly that Mark wondered if a back could even be bend that far. All three
women looked up to their queen who simply shook her head. "Poor men,
apparently you didn"t put up good fight. It must be hard for you three to
realize that you got beaten up by women. It must hurt even more what we are
going to do now." The three women giggled. Mark looked at them and with a
sickening feeling knew what was coming. He turned around and faced the queen.
"Stop this, please, I don"t know what they have done but stop this slaughter
please." "Stop this? You want me to stop this"? The queen looked amused but
showed no signs of her stopping the fight. "You know that men we capture are
judged by us and that most of them have nothing to fear. It"s war and in war
terrible things happen. Only men who have done unforgivable things, things
that are so despicable, so vile, so brutal end up in the arena and even then
we give them the opportunity to redeem themselves. Your friends have done
nothing of the sort and therefor deserve the punishment they are given now."
"They are not my friends." Mark stated dryly. "Is there no other way"? Again
the queen shook her head. It seems as if he is completely unaware of what will
happen to men when they get captured. As if he honestly doesn"t know. Who is
he? Where does he come from? Intrigued she looked at the man who was now
focusing on the people in the arena.

The "dragon" man"s screams intensified as the woman began pulling harder on
his trapped arms and with a sickening snap she dislocated both his shoulders.
She then dropped knee first onto his shoulders disintegrating them. "Now it"s
time for you to go to sleep big boy." She grabbed his hair, lifted his head up
a few inches and then smashed her knee into his face, snapping his neck. It
was good that John was already unconscious, Mark thought. The woman holding
him in a standing body scissor was relentlessly breaking every rib and when
she finally opened her legs, John"s ribcage didn"t resemble a ribcage anymore.
Blood was flowing from his mouth and nose as he fell on the ground like a sack
of potatoes. The third woman now used all her strength, her nipples pierced
through her tiny top and with an awesome display of female superiority, she
snapped his back.

The "dragon" man and John were piled up and the third woman dumped her
opponent on top of them. They then placed their feet on the pile of broken men
and raised their arms in victory. A thunderous ovation rolled from the stands
and the three women enjoyed it immensely. After kissing each other
passionately, they waved one final time and then disappeared in the catacombs.

Still reeling from shock, Mark was suddenly grabbed from behind and was
dragged not too gently towards the queen. "So mystery man, now it"s time for
you to answer some of my questions." She said as she raised herself from her
seat. "You may think that you will not answer but believe me, you will tell me
everything I want to know and even more. Now take off his pants." Mark started
to resist but was powerless to stop the women from stripping him naked. He
felt exposed, violated but faced the queen with as much dignity he could
muster. The queen now grabbed his scrotum so that his testicles were pressed
tight against the skin. Then she put one of his testicles between her thumb
and finger and without warning started to squeeze.

It was as if his scrotum was pierced with thousand needles, pain as he had
never felt before shot through his body and Mark didn"t recognize the high
pitched scream as his own. He felt dizzy and nauseated and would have fallen
if he wasn"t held up by some strong looking women. "Did that hurt"? the queen
asked pleasantly as she stopped squeezing. "Don"t feel bad, all men have the
same reaction when I squeeze them like that. It makes me wonder why you men
were called the strongest sex for so long when it takes so little effort to
cause you men tremendous pain." Without warning she squeezed again and again
Mark felt as if he would pass out from the pain. "Please no more, please I beg
you." Tears started to roll down his cheeks. "Oh am I hurting you that much.
Do you want me to stop"? Again she squeezed what felt like eternity. "Yes stop
please, please STOP." Satisfied the queen looked at the man in front of her.
"Now then tell me who you are, who send you and what your mission is? We see
the future in your eyes but also the past, why? Tell me."

"Please believe me; I want as bad as you to have those questions answered. I
don"t know why I"m here or even if I was send here. I only know that".."
"That"s not the answer I was hoping for sweety" said the queen a bit
disappointed. Again Mark felt the excruciating pain as the queen squeezed his
testicle. It was as if his testicle could implode any moment. "Please STOP,
PLEASE"" I DON"T KNOW, I don"t know, please I beg you, please" Mark dropped
his head closed his eyes and started to sob uncontrollably.

"Honey, honey, what"s wrong, why are you crying? What"s wrong sweety? You are
trembling all over". Bewildered Mark looked up, he couldn"t talk, remembered
the excruciating pain all too well. His entire body trembled with fear; he was
so overwhelmed that it seemed he had no control over his body. His vision was
blurred and he wanted to crawl away but a woman was sitting on top of him.
"Please don"t hurt me anymore please I beg you." Totally nonplussed Nicole
looked down at her husband who apparently didn"t seem to recognize her. "Tell
me what"s wrong, tell me Mark". The strange behavior of her husband started to
freak her out. Nicole grabbed her husband"s head; brought it to her breast and
started to sooth him as a mother would sooth a crying baby. She pressed him to
her chest, caressing his hair, waiting for him to calm down. After a few
minutes Mark started to relax and suddenly he looked up. It took a while but
then she saw recognition dawn in his eyes. "Nicole"? he stammered. "But how"?
Fearful he looked around and then buried his face between her breasts and
started sobbing uncontrollably. Her breasts were getting wet from his salty
tears. Totally nonplussed she pressed him harder to her chest, caressing his
hair. She had no idea what brought the sudden change in her husband. One
moment they were enjoying each others company and the next moment he begs her
not to hurt him and seems not to recognize her. She looked down, Mark was
still crying. After what felt like hours, Mark lifted his head and wiped the
tears from his eyes. "Sorry." He mumbled. "I don"t know what came over me." He
let himself fall onto his back and looked up at his wife who was still sitting
on his chest, her arms crossed. Her nipples were hard and erect and she had a
puzzled look on her face.

"Tell me what just happened. Don"t make me hit you." It was meant as a joke
but Nicole was perplexed at his reaction. Mark raised his arms in front of his
face to protect himself and immediately started crying again. "Don"t hit me,
don"t hit me, please I beg you." "I won"t if you tell me what is going on."
Nicole desperately wanted to know what was going on, what was happening. What
troubled her most was that at first Mark hadn't seemed to recognize her, it
was as if he had been somewhere else. She knew he had a stressfull job. Maybe
something had snapped and he was slowly losing it.