The Trophy                              
by gj
                                          


Disclaimer: Dear reader: This story is a figment of my imagination and the
characters bear no resemblance to anyone living or dead. If they do, it is
purely by coincidence. GJ

I was on a routine recon patrol in my A10 Wart Hog jet fighter. I was just
making another sweep on station, over my designated search area, when
everything went haywire. Suddenly all hell broke loose. I had, what is known
as a flame out, and I tried many times to restart the turbos but they failed
miserably. I had only one option, to punch out of the aircraft. I maydayed my
location, which was in a deserted part of the area known as the Bermuda
Triangle. Having completed my shut down procedures, I put my head between my
legs and pulled on the d ring and held my breath. Immediately the cockpit shot
out into space, and I followed it thereafter. Unfortunately, the G forces were
unbearable and I blacked out.

I woke up on a deserted island with lush vegetation. I could see fruit hanging
from the trees and birds and wild game in great profusion. At least I wouldn’t
starve. I had my regulation sidearm, 100 rounds of ammo, water, some dried
food packets and a radio. In addition there were some other pieces of
equipment in my survival kit. I was alive. I was strong. I was thankful. The
only thing that stopped this from being a very pleasurable experience was that
it lacked some serious muscle babes. You see, I am in muscle lust with any
female that has huge arms, quads, calves, back , glutes...well you get the
idea, dear reader.

The manual says to find a suitable place to camp and having done that, build a
fire and conserved energy. Well I did all that, tried to radio my position but
somehow the signal was being jammed by someone or something, and was asleep in
2 minutes. I willed myself to dream of some muscle beauty who would be a real
knockout. I slept all cozy-like and woke up at 10am the following morning. I
was starving and needed to get clean too. My first task was to look for food.
I took a huge branch and managed to knock down some hanging coconuts. I
smashed them and drank their milk and ate their flesh. Fortified, I looked for
some fresh water, perhaps a lagoon to clean off in. As I began to walk, I
noted the vegetation receded and I noted bones, lots of bones. At first I
thought they were animal bones but upon closer inspection, they were too big
for that..mmmmmmm.....they looked like human bones( a variety too: jaw bones,
neck bones, femur bones, etc.). As I walked through a grove of trees I heard
noises, human noises.

Suddenly, a terrible crack shook the stillness of that pristine island. It was
followed by screaming and then nothingness. Well, I am pretty tough having
gone thru our survival course and scored highest honors. In addition, I have
put several guys in the hospital, being my fleet’s division boxing champion
but that noise raised the hacks on the back of my neck...it was that nerve
shattering. Forging ahead, I looked furtively now form side to side.
Unfortunately for me, I never looked UP and that’s when it happened. I felt
this heavy body slam into me from above. Whoever jumped me was hiding in the
trees. I was knocked to the ground instantly with my breath knocked out of me.
As I looked up, to my surprise, I saw an Amazon perched on top of me. She was
huge, with rippling muscles all over. I vaguely remembered my daydream about
meeting a huge muscle woman, and then this one pulled back her huge fist and
hit me in my chest shattering 5 ribs. As I spit up blood and black bile, I
wondered why in the chest, and not in the face. That’s what I would have done.
That very fast, fleeting thought lasted a nanosecond and then I was out for
the count, painting this verdant forest with my red paint.

I came too about an hour later. My chest was caved in and I think one or
several ribs were shattered with shards cutting into me every time I too a
breath. As my eyes focused, I looked at the scene which was unfolding before
me. I was amazed to see a group, no, more like a tribe, of what appeared to be
Amazons. Each one was more beautiful than the next. Each had superior
muscularity and strength. As I tried to rise, I was lifted by the one woman
who knocked me out. She picked me up, with one hand by my hair and raised me
to her height, which was over six feet. I looked into her eyes and saw raw,
feminine power. She was amazingly beautiful. Facially, she resembled that
famous singer and actress, with the butt that all men drool over. Hers,
however was as hard as a rock, along with her legs and tris, bis and other
muscular groups. She carried me that way to some altar. Putting me down, she
told me to crawl on my knees to the golden heads that adorned the holy place
in which I found myself. Since I didn’t comply fast enough she backhanded me,
knocking me down and rendering me groggy. I spit out a flume of gore and began
to drool blood and other liquids from my now mishapened mouth.

Crawling back was a viable alternative now, and as I did. I trailed red sticky
blood as I made my way. When I reached there, she told me to show proper
respect by kissing her ass. She had so little on, a loincloth made of animal
skin. I removed it and fearing for a possible broken jaw, I began to kiss each
perfectly rounded glute. She told me to put my tongue deep inside and clean
her out, since she had just visited the "waste center". I wondered about that
but I stuck it in deep and began to clean out her hole. Her ass was perfect
and I coped a boner as they say. Angry at my condition, my captor butted me in
the face with her huge ass, which knocked me out. Her ass actually shattered
my nose, being that strong. I came to about an hour later though it was hard
to tell since my government issue Breitling watch was covered in blood and
nose fragments.

This time, my Amazon antagonist explained that this island was flourishing do
to the muscular power and strength of her sister warriors. I must have looked
a sight, blood dripping from my nose, mouth, several busted ribs and internal
damage. I found out this incredible specimen of power was called Maya. Maya
took me on a tour of the encampment. I had to creep on all fours trailing in
back of her. At her whim she would command me to kiss her ass, and I complied
quickly each time. What I saw, in this matriarchal community, was astounding.

One whole section was devoted to training. I saw young females , all in prime
condition about 16-17 years old in a boxing class. Each one was at a punching
bag. Each one had a human male as the focal point of her fists. The males were
tied up and their lower bodies were tied to a wooden block. Their heads poked
through a yolk, upside down and hung by a rope. A huge ditch ran along the
perimeter of this area. It was filled with red mucousy blood, jaw fragments,
bits of teeth and other parts "donated" by these hapless males. I could hear
the instructor coaching these women on the various strikes with fists or
elbows. In a short time , these men were reduced to pulpy jelly with no
discernable facial features intact. The young women were graded on the amount
of damage they inflicted. They all got to keep trophies: a jaw bone, a set of
teeth, nose cartilage, etc.

As I continued to follow my Mistress, we stopped by another area. Here,
Warriors were practicing fighting with swords and knives. This area had more
blood spilled then the hand to hand section. The male dummies, all alive at
the beginning were cut to pieces, hacked and mutilated. Their heads, entrails
and other assorted body parts were prized items and coveted by these bellicose
women. I saw one man cut from head to toe with a long shiny blade. In a very
surgical , precise motion, this powerful death dealer cut him in half with one
quick movement. It was as if he was split in half . Each part fell in opposite
directions and his entrails oozed out. Each part of his head had this
surprised look, like if you put the two parts together one could hear his
scream of agony.

Next we went to the "waste center". There I saw men bent over with their jaws
broken and teeth extracted. These big assed women used these men as a
receptacle for their waste. The men were made to swallow all the liquid and
solid matter that came out of the females who used them. It appeared that each
man was to service several women as the lines in front of each man were long.
I could see these poor souls licking the female areas, after evacuation had
occurred. One human waste slave had passed on to a better place. I could see
his stomach was distended and he looked like a balloon, only he was not filled
with helium but with female waste. The women prodded his huge belly and
bloated face with their long, fingers piercing him with nails as sharp as
scalpels. As he exploded they laughed with glee. One slave already dead for
hours, was bloating up even further in the heat of the day. He would be prized
as a trophy and flown from the Amazon’s masthead at the camp’s temple of
idols.

Finally I was lead to meet the Queen of this band of man killers. Her name was
Vilicoors. She was easily six foot six and weighted 250 lbs lbs. of solid
muscle. She had 24" biceps, 36" quads, a 55" lat spread, a 48" chest and like
all Amazons very hairy. I noticed that right away, all had thick patches of
underarm hair . These women had a mixture of sweat, with a lovely coconut
scent to their hair. It was quite alluring.

This femleader expected me to worship her and I did. I kissed her calves, her
huge hard butt, and both arms, which were quite peaked and hard.. It was about
this time that I came in my pants, smearing them with my gel. This angered her
greatly because the males were supposed to wank repeatedly into a communal
sperm bank. The idea was that each Amazon was to continuously wank her slave
until he was rendered dry. Then he was slaughtered and the warrior got to keep
a trophy from her kill.

Vilicoors began hammering away at my face, in a fury of white hot anger, with
her huge fists. They began breaking everything that they connected with. She
first broke my nose again with a right cross. Blood squirted out all over her.
She licked it off her eight pack abs smiling , beaming actually. Then she
shattered my jaw by hitting it on the right , the left and the middle of my
chin. I spit out all my teeth into a gully that feed into the larger pool of
blood, gore and fluids. Next she blackened my eyes with straight punches and
last she fractured the small bones in my face, making them embed deep within
my facial cavity, the shards like fine needles exploding with white hot fire.

I was moaning on the ground as she bent down over me. I saw a glint of
something metal and then she neatly sliced away my eyelids with a flick of her
hand. Next she placed thin bamboo sticks thru my lips closing my mouth. I
moaned with the intense pain at these alterations. Then she clapped her hands
and I felt myself being raised up feet first. I hadn’t even noticed that my
feet were tied to a crane-like device. After that a molten pool of gold opened
on the side of her altar, liquid and fiery. I began to yell through a
voiceless mouth and I could feel the intense heat so close to me. Slowly I was
being lowered down into that golden pool of death. Finally my hair hit the
pool, then my forehead, then my entire head went below the surface of the
pool. After soaking for 5 minutes she clapped her hands again and my head was
raised up. The gold had solidified into a perfect fright mask head designed to
scare away any potential enemy. Imagine a golden head with a multi-broken jaw,
toothless with no eyelids, teeth , facial bones or an intact nasal cavity.

In the end, Villicoors centered my head with her huge bicep. It expanded as
she held my heavy golden head in that one hand. Then taking a golden sword,
she tapped it against my neck, catching my now separated head with one hand.
She added my golden countenance to the other heads on her altar and gave an
ear shattering war cry.