tragedy

Author's Note: Some years ago, my esteemed fellow Author, Hardie, suggested I illustrate this story, being kind enough to say, it was one he enjoyed, when it was printed in "Fighting Girl's Monthly" Magazine, many years ago. I got some pictures done, but less than I intended. In the process, I considerably revised the text. It's been seven years, now, and it isn't likely I will do any more pictures, now. So here is the revised text, with those pictures, that were completed.

Warning: This story contains, nudity, inter-gender violence, and violent death. It is most definitely intended for mature adults, only, and should not be read by anyone under twenty-one years of age.

A Greek Tragedy (Revised)
By
GW
(gwalb@nycap.rr.com or gwalb@yahoo.com)

Agarm, demigod son of Zeus, strode into the long, secret Valley of Sanguina, claw-fingered goddess of vengeance. He sought his betrothed, the beautiful Alita, Princess of Thebes. Three long years ago, Agarm journeyed to a far distant land, on a mission undertaken at the bidding of His Olympian Father, Zeus. Returning from his long quest, eagerly anticipating marriage to the sweet and demure Alita, Agarm was met with chilling news of his Love's abduction. Devastated by the loss of his darling, from that day to this, Agarm unceasingly searched through countless lands, for the lost Alita.

Word at last came to Agarm's ear, that Alita was held in this evil Valley, prisoner of Selema, High Priestess of Sanguina, and Mistress of the Order of the Claw, that Amazon sisterhood, sworn by blood oath, to Sanguina's service. Perhaps, the Sisters of the Order zealously carried out the dictates of Sanguina, some believed it so, though many said they were but pawns, furthering Selema's own dark designs.

Agarm knew Selema of old, and knew she served no god or goddess, but only her own selfish whims and desires.

Suddenly, a chariot driven at breakneck speed thundered toward the path Agarm trod. The chariot screeched to a sudden halt, barring Agarm's way. At the reins was Selema herself. Agarm's heart leaped, for beside Selema, in the chariot stood his beloved, the golden haired Alita. In the years since her disappearance, she had grown even more vibrantly lovely. She seemed to have grown taller and her willowy body was sturdier; supple and strong.

"So the fool of Zeus still seeks you, my Little Sister." Selema sneered as the two beautiful women descended from the chariot. There was a look of incredulous joy on Alita's face at the sight of her beloved. She started to run to him, but Selema's arm on her shoulder restrained her.

Selema laughed cruelly, "Alita is no prisoner, but a Sister of the Claw now. She has no use for a loutish male."

Alita cried out in despair. "Oh Agarm it IS true! I was tricked into thinking you dead! In my grief, I gave myself to Sanguina and Her Order! I have sworn a sacred oath of allegiance to our Goddess Sanguina. I can no longer be yours. You must leave here at once. It is our law that any male, who dares enter this sacred valley of the Goddess, be sacrificed on her Bloody Alter, or worse!"

"Your oath is not binding, Dear Alita. It was villainously tricked from you. You have sworn a prior oath to Hera. to be my bride. Come away with me, from this evil place! Hera will not let you come to harm!" Agarm pleaded with the beautiful, golden haired maiden.

"Oh Agarm if only I could. But even if I were to fly with you, they would hunt us down and kill you horribly, before my eyes. Please, you must go and forget me. I beseech you, GO, before it is too late. The sweet Alita, you knew is no more; now there is only Alita the Claw of Sanguina, and the cruel thing she has become, has nothing left to share with you, but her own misery!"

"It is too late already, Little Sister! This vile intruder broke Sanguina's Law; he MUST be punished!" Selema snarled. "It is our duty, YOURS, as well as mine, to capture him for the sacrifice."

Agarm laughed, "Do not tempt me Selema, I have met you and your Amazons before, and defeated you! I shall do so again, if you make it necessary. And you know, YOU have no reward for me, that I would accept. You have bewitched this innocent maiden, with some vile spell. Release her, or I shall go to your temple, and destroy your evil shrine."

"Oh no, Agarm! Please do not ever say such words; they are blasphemy! Men have died horribly for lesser words." Alita pleaded, aghast at the temerity of her impetuous lover.

"Prepare for battle, Alita, I command you!" Selema barked, as the golden maiden stood transfixed, her heart torn in two.

Alita hesitated, indecisively. Since she had sworn her oath to Sanguina, she had unquestioningly carried out every order given her in the name of the Sisterhood, no matter how vile. But how could she fight against her own beloved, Agarm, now that she saw him alive before her?

"Stop him, Sister! I COMMAND you, in Sanguina's name! It is your DUTY to repel this blasphemous male, and punish him for his blasphemy." Selema thundered again.

Alita despairingly hung her head in indecision, at the Mistress of the Order's renewed command. The beautiful maiden was in agony. Selema and her Sisters had made her a proud warrior, amazingly the deadliest warrior of all the Sisterhood, in just three years.

Consumed by her grief, at the false word of her beloved's death, the rich womanly emotion that filled Alita's girlish bosom, upon betrothal to Agarm, became the sharp blade ever cleaving her heart. Turning from Beloved Hera, whose Divine designs had seemingly betrayed her, Alita gave her heart and soul to Dark Sanguina, by blood oath. Once Alita swore that vow, she had nought left to cling to, but that oath made in despair. She gave herself to Sanguina with single-minded purpose, gave all to fulfilling her oath.

In reward for her devotion to Sanguina, her new sisters taught Alita to make a stone of her heart, so no emotion, or mercy touched it. She who had the greatest motive to put away emotion, to put away a love that had become only a torture to her, learned the art best. Emptied of feeling, Alita became nought, but a cold blooded, fighting and killing machine, no more than a claw on Sanguina's bloody hand, the sharpest and most deadly claw.

After the evening lights of the barracks were dimmed, many of Alita's new Sisters gave play to to the arts of Lesbos, to ease the strain of battle. Alita turned aside all invitation to join them, with cold indifference, even when such invitation came from one, who few of her sisters would repel. Instead, while her sisters dallied, Alita would steal away, to the deserted armory, to hone her skills to keener edge.

Her sister's marveled that the innocent, golden maiden was become the deadliest of them all. It was no accident that Alita stood in the place of honor, beside Selema in the chariot. She had become Selema's most trusted aide, and deadliest weapon. If she had not put all emotion from her, her heart would have counseled her, to hate and despise the evil Mistress of the Order. Instead, in obedience to her oath, she had done things, that would have made sweet Alita of Thebes shriek in horror at their sight. She had watched men and women die at her own hand, with no more than a nod of satisfaction.

Yet upon seeing Agarm alive, all those long fled emotions filled Alita's heart to overflowing, but again they were an agony to her, for she knew she could never again surrender to them. How could Alita betray her oath to Sanguina? How could the vile thing she had become, ever be Agarm's innocent bride?

Agarm turned, to stride down the dusty road in the direction of the Temple of the Claw. Selema sped to head him off. Still indecisive, Alita followed the Queen reluctantly. Selema blocked Agarm's path, and brandished her lance in threat. Agarm stripped off his brief garment, and kicked off his sandals, not to be hampered in battle.

Agarm struck out with his mighty fist, and the lance flew out of Selema's hand. Furious at being thwarted, the imperious Amazon Queen attacked the hero like a tigress. Agarm's fist lashed out once more, hitting Selema a resounding blow, that struck the black haired Queen to the ground.

Alita reluctantly stepped. protectively, in front of the fallen Mistress of the Order.

"Oh Agarm, what have you done? This is folly! You must leave this place now, and forget me, forever. I have become a foul thing, that could never make you happy, again." Alita pleaded with tears in her eyes. For a moment Alita the Claw, was again the innocent maiden she once was.

"No, my love I can never forget you. " Agarm answered. "The only way we can be happy together, is to destroy this foul fount of evil."

"Oh my Dearest, I'm sorry but I must oppose you. I have sworn an oath to defend the Shrine of Sanguina with my life. Some paths once trod, have no turnings, and only one end! I must do my utmost to protect our Shrine. I would spill even your blood if I must! Please Darling, do not force me to fight against you!" Alita sobbed in despair.

Agarm turned towards the temple again, disregarding Alita's sobbed pleas. "I must do this my Dearest, it is the only way!" He said striding forward.

"Stop him Alita! Remember your oath to the Our Goddess and to your Sisters." Selema shrieked, from where she lay, stricken in the dusty roadway.

As the Queen spoke, the company of her guard, who had followed her chariot on foot arrived. Seeing them, Alita knew if she did not stop Agarm her Sisters would surely capture him. His fate would be horrible.

"I do as you command, My Queen." The golden haired maiden cried, with another sob of despair.

Dashing the tears from her sky blue eyes, Alita sped after her beloved, and fleet of foot as Atalanta herself, swiftly reached his side.

Seeing Alita, at last fly to do her bidding, Selema rose from the ground, less hurt than she first appeared. Yet, she made no move to follow in Alita's aid, and with a gesture restrained the eager women of the guard.

At their questioning glance, Selema sneered. "My little Alita needs no help!" She prepared to observe the drama about to enfold with cruel, glittering eye.

Alita grasped Agarm's arm, and with surprising strength, pulled him around to face her.

Even with the added inches of stature, she had gained in captivity, the top of Alita's golden head only reached Agarm's chin. Agarm looked at her in amazement. He couldn't conceal his admiration for his beloved's gallantry. Yet, Agarm could not restrain a grim smile, at the temerity, of this sweetest tempered of maidens, to challenge the mightiest Hero of Zeus to combat.

Transfixed anew by her beauty, Agarm could not take his eyes from her shapely form, as Alita reluctantly stripped away her simple tunic, her only garment, and slipped off her own sandals.

"We of the Claw fight naked, too!" Alita whispered, with a maidenly blush. Even now, preparing to fight against the man she loved, until one of them lay on the ground, dead, the golden-haired maiden was shyly embarrassed, for her betrothed to see her so. Alas! If she were but disrobing, thus, before him, for their wedding night!

Agarm saw that Alita's slim, voluptuous body now rippled with sleek, feminine muscles, that made her even more incredibly beautiful and alluring, than when he gave his heart to her, so long ago.

Though, she modestly looked away from his own naked form, Alita could not help but feel Agarm's hungry eyes devouring her own body, with a hunger, that had only grown in three long years. It was a hunger, Alita would gladly die to satisfy, if her soul was free, but she had sworn her soul away.

Agarm put his hand on Alita's shoulder, to push her gently aside, but to his astonishment, Alita gripped his sinewy arm in slim fingers, and with a quick flick of arm, and skillful twist of supple body, she flung her lover head over heels.

Agarm sat on the ground in bewilderment. He who fought and overcame hulking trolls, the giant fiery serpents of the sky, and the very leviathan itself, tossed to the ground by this slip of a girl?

Agarm suddenly roared in laughter. "What is this? Has my sweet Alita become a mighty warrior?"

"Do not be a fool, Agarm! This is no matter for jest!" Alita snapped, stamping her foot, angrily, in aggravation at the man's stubborn blindness.

To Agarm, Alita's growing anger seemed no more than a girlish fit of pique; one Agarm found irresistibly charming.

Furiously Alita cried. "For the LOVE of ZEUS and HERA, FLY NOW, Agarm, before it is too late! Elst before the morning sun climbs to its zenith, you or I, or both, will lie dead in this field, killed by the other!"

Agarm could only look up in fond bemusement, at this fierce, little creature he loved.

Seeing her pleas were vain, in an agonized voice, Alita bid sad farewell to her Agarm, before her heart become a stone once more.

"I have truly learned much, My Beloved, since last we met, and if I must, I will truly seek to kill you, with all my strength and skill, and my life itself, if I must, to protect our Sacred Shrine! The way of duty is hard, and fraught with heartbreak, and so we are taught! If you defeat me, a hundred of my sisters will take my place, and show you no mercy! They will castrate you and blind you; and will use you as their cruel plaything! My sisters are not merciful! I could not bear to live, and see you so! It is better I die fighting you, or kill you myself! If you kill me, always know your Alita died loving you!"

One final tear rolled down Sweet Alita's cheek, as she sternly thrust love from her heart, and became, again, Alita the Claw of Sanguina. She must take another step, down that path she had chosen, from which there was no return.

Without waiting for Agarm to rise, Alita lashed out with her leg. Her knee hit Agarm's chin with a loud thud. Agarm was bowled over. Alita, with all the savagery, she had learned, leaped upon his mighty chest, driving her knee into his belly as she landed. As Agarm groggily sought to raise his head, Alita slammed the heel of her hand against his jaw. She struck with the power of a lightening bolt.

Agarm knew now, that what he said in jest, was indeed no more than truth; the shy maiden was indeed become a skilled, ruthless warrior.

Agarm's head bounced against the ground once more. Alita sliced the edge of her palm across his throat. He gurgled at the pain. Finally, Agarm gave a mighty heave, and threw the vicious minx, off his chest. Alita sprang lightly to her feet, and Agarm lumbered after her.

Agarm extended his arms and advanced warily. Alita's bright eyes glittered, dangerously, no longer blurred by tears. Her strong, voluptuous body was tense and ready. She moved calmly and deliberately, only the quick heave of her upthrust bosom, betrayed her emotions.

When Agarm came within range, Alita caught at his wrists. Agarm was on guard against the feline blond, now, and he avoided her grab.

Agarm resolved to capture his beloved Alita, and take her to her Father's Kingdom, against her will, if need be. Agarm knew, he would have to be ruthless with his Darling Alita, if he was to save her. He drove a hard punch into Alita's heaving bosom, smashing a fleshy globe flat against her broad chest.

Alita gasped in pain, and fell back a step. Agarm followed quickly. He caught Alita's neck, wrenching her body toward him, and driving his knee into the smooth flesh of her ridged belly.

Stunned and breathless, Alita doubled over, and Agarm flung her down on her face. He twisted her right arm behind her back as she fell.

When Agarm straddled Alita's gorgeous, naked body, he was painfully aware of her charms. He steeled himself to resist her allure, and nearly twisted her arm, from its socket. He hit the back of her neck again and again, stilling Alita's frantic struggles.

Alita groaned, and her sturdy body went limp, and Agarm released her arm, convinced the slightly built girl MUST be unconscious. Without warning, Alita twisted under him. Squirming over on her back, she caught Agarm off guard. The crafty, blonde beauty coiled her legs, and thrust both feet into Agarm's hard belly. Then like a spring uncoiling, she explosively straightened her legs, first raising his huge, heavy body into the air, then flinging him from her. The hard jolt catapulted Agarm's huge body clear off the girl, and flung him over on his back.

Alita scrambled on top of the big naked man. She drove her elbow into his throat, with her full weight behind it. Agarm squawked painfully, and hurled the clever witch off.

Alita leaped to her feet, before her massively powerful lover could even sit up. When he did, she kicked him in the chin, with unbelievable force, flattening him again. Her bare toe felt like steel, such had been the training of her Sisters.

The gorgeous, golden haired girl leaped high in the air. Mercilessly, she came down on one foot. Her steely toe, like a spear point, with all her weight concentrated into it, drove deep into Agarm's lower abdomen, barely missing his hugely potent, sexual organ.

Alita hopped up and down on one foot, coming down again and again in the center of Agarm's hard, corded belly. Her foot drove the breath from his straining lungs. She leaped flat-footed onto his mighty chest. Agarm's muscular arms dropped weakly to his sides, his tree-like legs kicking feebly.

Alita jumped nimbly from Agarm's powerfully sculpted chest. Still moving like a whirlwind, she seized his floundering right arm. With a painful twist, she sat him up. She twisted painfully again, spun half around, and kicked backward. Her heel struck his face, four or five times with lightening fast kicks.

Still holding Agarm's arm and wrist in her steely fingers, Alita stepped over his arm, so that she grasped it tightly between her strong thighs, facing away from him. Holding his wrist with both hands, she dropped on to his arm, nearly wrenching it from his shoulder.

Alita's maneuver smashed Agarm down on his back once more, his arm throbbing in pain. Alita stood up without releasing Agarm's arm, and flipped him over on his belly. Then, the fierce blonde rammed his captive arm up, and backward, once again, coming even closer to tearing it from its socket. Agarm cried out in alarmed pain.

Alita used Agarm's arm, as a lever, to twist him over on his back, before she released it. She spun around, and knelt beside the stunned muscular hero. Before he could move, she raised her arms over head. Holding her left wrist rigid, with her right hand. She drove downward, and speared his belly with her elbow. Her arms flashed up and down, with blurring speed, repeating the cruel assault time after time.

As Alita's elbow knifed into his vitals, Agarm kicked and jerked his great tree-like arms and legs like a puppet on a string. His long,
gagging bellow, of male distress, echoed through the grove. Selema smiled to hear his anguish. Alita chopped her lover across the throat again, cutting short his cries of pain.

The gorgeously naked, yellow-haired beauty rose to her feet, and stood triumphantly over the fallen male. Alita was caught up in the heady excitement of battle, now. Her fully aroused blood lust had driven maidenly mildness, from blue eyes, glinting now with the cruel delight of inflicting pain. She no longer saw the man she loved; she fought an enemy of the Sisterhood, one more male foe to be destroyed, as she destroyed so many others.

Agarm saw the change in his beloved. He swept his mighty leg sideways, slamming against Alita's ankles. Alita flipped head over heels to the ground. The Hero clambered to his feet. Hardly hurt by her tumble, agile Alita scrambled to her feet, just as quickly.

Agarm's powerful left fist smashed Alita's jaw, and the girl went careening backward. Agarm sped after the golden haired beauty. He smashed his right fist, deep into the amazingly resilient flesh of her succulent belly. Alita gasped loudly, but her shapely, fragile looking body didn't collapse. Instead she blasted her fist into Agarm's own rock hard lower belly, continuing to pound away, as he sought to seize her.

Agarm grunted, but ignored Alita's punches. Grabbing her by the throat, Agarm swept Alita off her feet, and flung her away like a child's doll. The voluptuous, nimble beauty landed on her feet, with the grace of a cat. Agarm charged after her. Alita adroitly dodged his purposeful lunge, and smashed a two handed punch across the side of his neck. Agarm twisted sideways, and a fraction of a second later, Alita dove head first into the small of his back. Her hard, blond head felt like a rock hitting him.

Alita immediately wrapped her arms around Agarm's brutally powerful thighs. Stooping, she slid her hands down around his calves. She leaped backward, and pulled Agarm's legs out from under him. The huge male, helplessly, nosedived to the ground.

Alita held Agarm's legs under her arms trapping him foolishly. Alita taunted him, with cruel mocking words, as she would any clumsy, male foe.

Groggy from Alita's clever maneuver, Agarm kicked to free himself. He couldn't do it. He tried to push free, by lifting his body on his arms, and kicking his long, powerfully developed legs.

The Sister's of the Claw had taught Alita well. The wily, golden haired beauty wrenched Agarm's legs to one side, knocking his arms out from under him. His head hit the ground. Without stopping, Alita dragged Agarm by the legs, bumping his face as she went. She twisted, as she dragged him, turning faster and faster, building up momentum, until she was spinning like a top.

Agarm's huge body left the ground. He hurtled through the air in dizzying circles. The world was spinning crazily about him.

With a wild cry of triumphant delight, Alita let go. The huge, naked demigod flew ten feet, before he crashed in a twisted heap. Agarm struggled to get up, while Alita paused to catch her breath.

When Agarm did get to one knee, Alita gave a joyful cry, and raced at him, to throw herself into a flying drop kick. Her battle stiff toes
unerringly struck Agarm's throat, and smashed him over onto his back.

Agarm stubbornly sat up. Alita's foot flashed at him again, too quickly for him to avoid. The ball of her foot struck his jaw, with the force of Vulcan's hammer. Alita's second powerful kick sliced into Agarm's exposed belly, no longer as powerfully resilient, as it had been. His mighty chest doubled forward in agony, across his outstretched legs.

Alita flung herself across Agarm's back, bending him in half at the waist. She wrapped her strong, white arms around his middle, and planted her feet flat on the ground. Straightening her long voluptuous legs, Alita pulled the huge man with her, so he rested on all fours.

Alita locked her fleshy thighs round Agarm's head in a vise. The firm, athletic muscles tightened, and she worked Agarm's head and face painfully between her sinuously powerful thighs. The delectably shaped pillars of flesh were incredible implements of punishment.Then the girl threw herself backward, sitting down hard as she could. Agarm was completely upended, and his head smashed against the ground.

Sitting on the ground, Alita clutched Agarm's waist even tighter, balancing the huge man helplessly on his head, for a moment. His huge legs kicked foolishly in the air, before Alita released his aching middle. His knees fell to the ground, but Alita's thighs never loosened
their grip on his head. The slim, young amazon grabbed Agarm's left arm by the wrist. Using both hands, she twisted it behind him, wrenching it toward her, up between his shoulder blades.

Alita locked her ankles together for leverage, and squeezed mercilessly. Agarm's painful moans were muffled by the fleshy prison enveloping his handsome head and face. Alita toyed with her hampered lover, bending his fingers backward until a bone in one snapped like twig. Agarm's muffled groans sharpened to a scream.

Alita licked her full, passionate, pink lips. Her captive lover's crisp brown hair rubbed against her crotch. Her eyes grew hot and dreamy. The excitement of physically grappling with the huge, male hero was incredibly arousing. Then with a snarl she bit back her passion.

Alita unwound her long legs from Agarm's head, and released his numbed left arm and crippled hand. She rose languidly. Agarm struggled to kneel erect, holding the crippled left hand in his right. He looked up apprehensively. The voluptuously curved nymph, he adored, was bent on destroying him. She was nearly succeeding too. She'd thrown him around like a child and nearly crippled one arm. It was incredible to the brutally powerful hero, that the delicately feminine girl could oppose him so easily. In amazement, and grudging, but proud admiration, Agarm realized this slender maiden he loved, was the deadliest foe he ever faced.

Agarm nursed the fantastically developed muscles of his injured arm. Alita skipped closer. With casual brutality, she kicked Agarm over backward. Agarm rolled over and crouched on his hands and knees. Alita pounced on him with with the feline grace, of a cat. Two clawing hands tangled in his thick hair pulled him upon his knees. His mighty chest heaved, as he struggled uselessly.

Alita grabbed Agarm's right arm. It was still numb, and so delightfully easy to manipulate. Alita nearly grinned, as her small girlish hands twisted that huge arm, in a dreadfully painful hammerlock. She forced Agarm to his feet, as though the mighty male hero was a reluctant child. He cried out, as pain lanced through his injured arm and shoulder.

As though a cat toying with a mouse, once Alita forced Agarm to his feet, she forced him down on his belly again, arrogantly displaying her mastery.

One leg wrapped around one of his mighty thighs, Alita held Agarm pinned to the ground with just her right hand holding his mighty arm powerless. Her left hand clawed at his muscular buttocks leaving bloody furrows.

Breathing heavily, her greedy eyes glittering, Selema watched the spectacle in surprised delight. "The whey-faced, little slut is actually outfighting HIM! Oh, but this is more delicious, than anything I dared hope!"

Agarm knew too, the delightful maiden was winning. If he didn't do something quickly, she might well defeat him.

Continued success made Alita careless. Agarm twisted sideways, and buried his free left elbow in her smooth fleshed belly, with bull like strength. The golden haired beauty grunted, and doubled over, losing her grip on the man's huge arm. Agarm wheeled swiftly. Alita backed away gasping to recover her breath.

Agarm lunged after the young, golden-haired amazon, but she pivoted, and avoided his rush by a hair's breadth. Agarm swung behind Alita and caught her hips. His huge hands nearly covered her rounded behind. No mean feat! With a mighty heave, Agarm, lifted the solidly built girl over his head, as though she were feather-light. Alita shrieked in alarm.

Agarm hurled the golden-haired beauty against a nearby stone boundary wall, and Alita shrieked again, even more loudly, as she flew through the air. She slammed into the wall, and fell in a battered heap on her back. Agarm strode over to the whimpering beauty, fist cocked to finish her.

Hurt and stunned, Alita reflexively raised both feet. As Agarm bent over her, she planted those tiny feet in his belly. Her supple body straightened like a bent bow, flinging Agarm backward. He landed, with a resounding thump, on his hard buttocks.

Painfully, the girlish warrior picked herself up off the ground, but pain was something she had learned to endure stoically. She scarce noticed it; her mind on the battle. It went well for her!

"That's the second time, the fool fell for that move! For all his vaunted strength, Agarm is a poor wrestler!" Alita the Claw concluded, with smug contempt, for another blundering, male foe.

Agarm scrambled to his feet too, cursing himself, for underestimating the golden haired nymph again.

"Come get me, 'Hero of Zeus'. if you're not afraid of your sweet, little Alita?" She stood hands on hips, her big, provocative breasts jutting arrogantly at his face. They undulated serenely, as though she had just risen from a restful catnap.

The girl's sneering contempt enraged Agarm. This vicious stranger in familiar form was not Alita, his betrothed. Agarm rushed at his slim foe, his one thought to wipe that arrogant smirk, from that cruel, beautiful face, once and for all.

Alita eagerly met Agarm's bullish charge, and waded into him, lusting to overcome another male. What mattered that she fought the man she loved! She traded blows with him, toe to toe. She countered his size, and extraordinary muscles, with graceful speed, and agility.

Alita fought the clumsier Agarm to a stand still, pivoting and ducking, feinting this way and that. She was quick as a cat, a shadowy blur, impossible to pin down or hit. She threw three punches to his one, and every blow was agonizingly effective.

Alita used her feet as effectively as her fists; her legs flashing through the air with incredible power.

Alita's hard-driving punches and kicks belied her delicate beauty. Agarm grunted, again and again, as Alita's small, lightening-fast fists sped by his defenses, and battered his aching middle, or her feet smashed into his face. He couldn't stand against her fierce onslaught.

The huge muscular hero retreated from the svelte young amazon. Alita followed like a stalking cat.

Dancing gracefully closer, Alita smashed more wicked blows into Agarm's belly, until she doubled him over.

Alita chopped at the left side of her foe's neck with a the edge of her palm. Agarm lurched sideways. He was wide open now. The girl's left foot flashed, and stabbed his lower abdomen.

Sickening pain exploded in his gut. Agarm's powerful trunk went limp. He clutched his injured belly with a sick gurgle, and nearly fell.

Mercilessly, Alita landed two more kicks dead center in Agarm's gut, just above his clutching arms. He sagged forward with another hurt moan. Alita ruthlessly drove the heel of her right hand straight up into his jutting jaw. Agarm stumbled backward; the unbelievable force of Alita's slender arm corkscrewing his mighty body.

Agarm's eyes blurred from tears of pain. Alita bore down on him. Her fists were cocked, and a look of sadistic glee, lit up her provocatively lovely face. Agarm tried to fend her off. Alita beat his muscle laden arms aside effortlessly. She pounded his belly. Her fists dug deep into his body.

Agarm fought back desperately. He tried to hit Alita's face with his fist. She easily caught his wrist, with both hands and held him. steady long enough to drill another diabolical kick into his heaving gut. Agarm lunged desperately at her, and tried to pin her arms to her sides. She was too quick and slippery. It was like trying to hold on to a water snake. Before Agarm knew it, Alita had his wrist again. She twisted savagely with both hands. With a yelp of surprise, Agarm went cart-wheeling, head over heels.

Before Agarm could think of rising, Alita's heel slammed down on his throat. He gurgled for breath. The slim girl gave a wild cry, leaped high, and came down sitting beside him, her elbow slamming into his groin. She leaped to her feet, without a pause.

When Agarm stumbled to his feet, Alita, with another fierce cry, flung her body into a cart wheel. Standing on her hands, she drove both her heels into Agarm's face. One heel smashed his nose, the other his mouth. Agarm screamed, as the pain of a broken nose lanced through his brain.

Agarm stumbled backward, holding his blood smeared face in two hands. He fell limply back against a tree. Alita screamed again, and flung herself through the air, feet first. Alita's both feet drove into Agarm's chest with a crunching power that broke several of his ribs. As Agarm screamed and gurgled in pain, Alita dropped to the ground, with the lightness of a trained gymnast, and jumped up with the quickness of a cat. Her foot smashed into Agarm's knee, shattering the left kneecap.

No longer able to stand, Agarm slid slowly down the trunk of the tree, and rolled slowly over on his belly. He was not only defeated, but totally broken. In his agony, crawling on three limbs dragging his crippled left leg, the mighty hero, tried to elude the vicious shrew, who defeated him.

The Maiden, Alita, had often prayed to Hera, for a foe who could vanquish and kill her, and release her from the hideous misery, her life had become. To that warrior she would give her full homage. Alita the Claw had fought many foes, and defeated them all. A few had fought well, and had stoically endured the hideous prolonged death, that the Sisters of the Claw inflicted on enemies. Alita had granted them her grudging respect. She had little respect for those who proved easy to defeat, and nought but contempt, for those who screamed, and pled for their lives, or toward the end, for their deaths.

Before the blood lust of Sanguina seized her, Alita was certain, Agarm would be the final foe, who would earn her full homage.

Was this wretched, whimpering creature, crawling like a beaten dog, broken in body and spirit, her Agarm, whose incomparable, manly strength first made her love him? Mighty Agarm had proved no worthier a foe, than any of the other pitiful weaklings, she fought and destroyed.

Would her lover at least die bravely at her hand? As he crawled, Agarm looked fearfully over his shoulder, hoping to see a spark of mercy, in Alita's fierce, blue eyes. In disgust, Alita spied the silent entreaty in Agarm's eyes, as he ignominiously tried to escape from her fury.

Agarm, who she once believed bravest of the brave, was one of those cringing cowards, who would beg for mercy. She could see it in his terrified eyes. She knew the signs well; she had seen them often. Her lover's cowardice shamed her. In disgust, Alita resolved if her Betrothed couldn't die bravely, he would die slowly and painfully, die such a death as the Sisters of Sanguina knew well, how to inflict.

"Do you think you can escape Alita the Claw, scuttling on your belly, like a worm? Do you hope for some quarter, or even mercy from Alita who loved you?"

"I offered MY MERCY, when I begged you, to fly from me, for both our sakes. You laughed, that your childish Alita could threaten you; thought it a JEST; the silly prattle of a harmless girl-child, to be met with smiling, disbelieving scorn."

"DO YOU SEE THE JEST, NOW, Invincible Agarm, mightiest Hero of Zeus, as you crouch beaten, at Alita's feet?"

"DO YOU SEE THE JEST, NOW, that you the Hero who dared challenge, and defeated minotaurs, trolls and cyclopses, was challenged and laid low by a slip of a girl, whose head doesn't reach you shoulder?"

"DO YOU SEE THE JEST, NOW, that it was these slim girlish arms, and these dainty, little fists, that beat you to the ground, to crawl like a whipped dog?"

"DO YOU SEE THE JEST, NOW, that with all your vaunted, manly strength, and great rippling muscles, you could not match, or stand before the frail brawn, of a shapely maiden?

At Alita's vicious taunts, a smoldering look of half-hearted defiance, flared in Agarm's eyes. The broken hero reared upon his knees, with a cry of pain, and with a supreme effort gained his feet, though his shattered left leg could bear no weight.

"Bitch!" Agarm cried, yet in no tone of manly admonition, but with the wretched whine, of a tormented school boy, jeered at by his peers.

"And a Bitch I AM become!" Alita replied remorselessly, almost proudly, as she fiercely slapped this whining, contemptible creature, across the face. The power of the softly curved girl's arm, knocked the towering, herculean hero to his knees, once again.

"You are not worth my fists!" Alita cried. "I need only slap you, as I would a weak child!"

Agarm tried to shield his face, with his arms. Alita slapped his weakened arms aside, and they dropped to his sides, perhaps from his weakness, perhaps from fear of defying the hateful Harpy.

The golden-haired tormentor caught a handful of the matted hair on Agarm's brawny chest, to steady him, and keep him from escaping her wrath. As Alita held her pitifully weakened lover erect, on his knees, with one small hand, she loosed a barrage of blows back and forth across his handsome face, using only her open hand, to underscore her contempt. Though they might be only open-handed slaps, the slim blond's tiny palm struck with the power of a warrior's huge fist.

Agarm's head snapped this way and that. His bloody face flamed from the punishing blows. He whimpered at each smarting whack.
Tears mingled with the spurting blood on his hot, flushed face. Alita kept up her savage assault, until Agarm's gasps of pain were hardly distinguishable from sobs. Alita saw the tears, and heard the near sobs.

"YES, weep like a girl, for it was a GIRL who bested and destroyed you, 'Mighty' Agarm! Do you still love that SWEET GIRL, Fool?"

Still holding Agarm's ruggedly massive torso erect, with her painful grip on his hairy chest. Alita leaned over, so her big-fruited breasts arched menacingly, above her lover's pain ravaged face.

"Did you dream of caressing these sweet, girlish breasts, and feeling them lovingly pressed to your face, as you nuzzled them, on our Wedding night? Such delight can only come to a true MAN, not a DOG crawling on his belly! Feel instead, the POWER of my woman's bosom!"

Alita savagely twisted her body, and slammed her heavy bosom across Agarm's face. It was as though, Alita struck his head with two bags of sand. The blow knocked Agarm over on his side, at Alita's feet, flattened by one blow of her soft love globes.

Alita gazed down at her lover's groin, and her glittering eyes saw Agarm's huge male organ, shrunken in fear. She long dreamed of that mighty rod's potency, filling her body with indescribable pleasure. Now, she saw one more instrument to punish this presumptuous male who dared love her, and with thoughtless audacity, dared challenge her in combat.

Alita swooped suddenly, and with a quick swipe, caught Agarm's huge member in her deceptively, soft looking hand. Agarm howled in agony, as Alita twisted and jerked his body, a foot off the ground, with her cruel relentless grip. As Alita tormented her defeated lover, she sneeringly cried:

"Did you once think Alita's sweet, gentle hands would stroke this useless appendage in delicate arousal?"

Alita dragged her howling lover across the ground by his penis. He kicked at Alita's voluptuous body, but she gleefully ignored his kicks, jerking his body this way and that. When she dropped Agarm's helpless body, on his back, he rolled from side to side, legs doubled back against his body, holding his injured genitals, still groaning at the awful injury.

Alita stepped lightly across Agarm's suffering body, and stood above his face. Unable to turn away, the huge man, most powerful hero of the age, looked up at his lover's hot, naked exquisite genitalia, in bitter reminder, that it was this girlish woman who destroyed him.

"Did you once think I would allow such a weakling, to find entry 'HERE'?" Alita cruelly laughed, delicately touching her pink, maidenly treasure, with a seductive gesture.

"Yes, WEAKLING! Hide your weeping, cowardly face from your Lover's gaze! It disgusts me!"

The merciless she-cat planted her foot immovably on Agarm's neck, pinning her broken lover under her victorious heel, in galling token of her total mastery. The defeated hero's formidably muscled, manly body wriggled impotently, to escape. Agarm's massively powerful right arm, pawed weakly at Alita's ankle in supplication.

Shamed by her lover's craven gesture, Alita ignored his futile groping hand, and stiffened her full, shapely leg, exerting a tremendous pressure on his imprisoned neck. Agarm, groveling helplessly on his belly, feared the merciless maiden would break his neck. His hand dropped weakly to the ground, conceding the girl's supremacy.

The Claw of Sanguina, who had once been Alita, removed her heel from Agarm's bowed neck, and sneeringly toed him of over on his back again. He looked up at her in terror.

With a catlike swoop, Alita seized Agarm under his armpits and hauled his huge body erect. Raising her girlish arms, she lifted the huge, brawny man right off his feet, and shook him like an unruly child. The slim, heartless maiden was nearly as strong as her muscle laden lover once was, before her dainty fists, robbed him first of all his virile strength, then robbed him of his pride and manhood. Alita sneered into Agarm's face, as she set him on his feet, for a moment

Agarm tottered on one shaky leg, unable to fight or run. Crouching, Alita wrapped her shapely, feminine arms around the man's battered middle, with a crunching grip. He round, svelte arms, looking soft as velvet, cut into his muscular waist with pitiless power. Her flat, strong belly mastered his muscularly ridged abdomen. Her big breasts plastered against him, and drilled into his chest.

Alita's huge lover groaned in agony. His broad, powerful torso arched helplessly backward, unable to withstand the girl's dominant strength. His huge muscular arms pawed weakly, at her slender arms with no effect.

"Did you once think Alita's frail, girlish arms would hold you close in adoration? You, who once tore the Kraken's tentacles from you, and ripped them from its body, TRY now to escape Alita's frail, girlish arms!" The merciless, young Blond crooned.

Alita rolled python strong arms up and down Agarm's back, causing excruciating pain to his shattered ribs. He screamed in agony. Through the red haze of pain Agarm grew ever more terrified by his predicament. He struggled fearfully. Alita ignored Agarm's inadequate strivings. Her sweetly contoured belly stiffened with unbelievable power, and crushed his hard, corded abdominal muscles to jelly. The huge, magnificently built, male hero struggled vainly in the beautiful girl's arms. Her slim girlish arms were, indeed, seemingly stronger than the Kraken's steely tentacles. Agarm's enfeebled struggles all but ceased.

With a soft grunt, Alita hoisted Agarm's feet clear of the ground. Suspended, helplessly, in mid-air, locked in his lover's implacable arms, Agarm wept in mortified chagrin at his own helplessness. Alita resumed the crushing, grinding motion of her arms against Agarm's back and kidneys. She kneaded his pumped up back muscles, as though they were dough. She wrenched his back until it was nearly sprained. Agarm's cries of pain died to hoarse whimpers.

Alita drained the last strength, from Agarm's mighty body, until his flailing arms dangled uselessly at his sides, and his tree-like legs
shivered in uncontrollable tremors. His head drooped forward, when the burden of holding it erect overtaxed his bull-like neck muscles. His ruggedly handsome face, battered and bloodied, lolled on Alita's shoulder.

Alita turned her head slightly to look into her lover's clouded, frightened, blue eyes, and gave his back another wrenching twist. Agarm's lips twisted in a grimace of agony.

"St-stop it Stop it! Let me go! Pl-please...please Alita..." Agarm quailed, in a sobbing whine, terrified by Alita's merciless savagery.

Alita's silvery, girlish laugh mocked the broken man's agonized plea. "Yes, I will let you go soon, I think, My Poor Agarm! You're no threat to me, are you?"

'Did you oft dream of kisses from my sweet lips, in those three years you sought me, My Love" Alita laughed cruelly. "Though you are NO MAN, I shall let you taste once, the lips of Alita the Claw, before you die!"

Alita turned her head, and kissed Agarm full on the lips, tasting his fear and hurt. She sucked the last ounce of breath from his tortured
lungs, and left him gasping weakly. He accepted her succubi's kiss abjectly, praying it was a sign of mercy, but she still toyed with him.

"Do you not feel safe in the arms of your lover, Agarm? No, I see you fear them!" Alita whispered in his ear. "I once thought I would always be safe, because the Mighty Agarm would hold me in his arms and protect me. Poor Fool! You should rather have sought my protection! You fought with less skill, then the thirteen year old neophytes of the Sisterhood!"

Agarm's eyes closed in shame, unable to look in the eyes of this cruel Alita, he no longer knew. With a contemptuous shrug, and a little grunt of satisfaction, Alita dropped Agarm to the ground.

Agarm crumpled in the dust. The whimpering, helpless, Hero of Zeus looked up in abject terror, fearing what torment his cruel lover would next inflict. In despair, Agarm saw Alita poised to pounce, like a cat, not yet sated by the cruel sport of the hunt, but eager to prolong the joy of tormenting her prey a while longer.

"M-mercy Alita...mercy pl-please..." Like a whipped dog, the huge man, magnificent body still rippling with intimidating muscle, sobbed, pathetically pawing at the foot, of the slim fragile girl, who had done what no man could do, or would have dared attempt.

It was then, Hera's grace opened Alita's eyes, and melted the stone that was her heart. Terrible remorse quenched her blood lust. Alita clutched her bosom, and faltered back a step, her trembling legs hardly able to support her stricken body. Was this wretched, pathetic creature, broken in body and spirit, pawing at her feet, and whimpering piteously for mercy, her Agarm? Had she, Alita, done this vile thing to the man she loved?

"Hera, Dear Goddess, forgive me! I meant only to protect My Beloved, from the cruelty of my sisters. Yet, all my sisters, with all the venomous cruelty in them, could not do to him, what I did. In the madness of battle, I have done worse than maim and torture him. I have robbed him of his manhood, his pride and his courage. And I laughed in the joy and arrogance, of the doing of it." Alita prayed in remorse.

"Oh my poor Darling, why didn't you escape when you could? Oh what a vile, foul thing your sweet Alita is become! Oh my Agarm, if only Hera had let me give my own life to save you, I would so joyfully have given it!"

For a moment, Alita hoped. "Oh if only I could carry him to safety, and nurse him back to health? Perhaps some day he could forgive me?"

Alita looked up, and saw Selema, and her guard, blocking the way, intently watching the spectacle. Vain hope died! The broken-hearted girl knew she couldn't carry Agarm, and fight them too. They would kill her swiftly, and keep Agarm alive, for endless torment.

Alita must take the final step down that frightful, fated path she trod!

"Hera give me the strength to do what I must!" It took a moment, for Alita to still the trembling of her limbs. She paused a moment, knowing she could not do what she must, while Agarm lay cowering in the dirt. Then, the with her usual grace of movement, she dropped to her knees, beside the cringing Hero.

"Pl-please don't hurt me any more..." Agarm wept, flinching at the gentle touch of his Betrothed.

"Come my Agarm, I shall help you stand on your feet, like the man I love!" Alita wept softly.

With the gentlest of hands, Alita raised Agarm to his feet. "Come Darling! I will ease your pain! Oh My Love, only another instant of pain will I give to both of us! What I must do now, I do in love, to ease your suffering!"

As Alita raised his body, Agarm gasped, sobbing for breath. His huge tree-like legs could no longer support his broken body, and the slim girl held him erect, with one slim arm clasped around his waist. Alita caught Agarm's chin in her other hand, to hold him steady. She looked into his eyes, her heart broken by sadness at his weakness, at the pain she had put in his eyes, at the look of fear of her, on his ruggedly handsome face.

NO! Some paths once trod, cannot be turned back from! Alita must finish her grisly task.

Sobbing in remorse, Alita caught Agarm's great bull like neck, in her slim, loving arms, and pulled his face down to her, in a lover's embrace. She mourned at hearing Agarm's piteous whimpers. Yet, she MUST deliver her lover from the merciless fate of dying a shamed slave of her Sisters. Better he die in her merciless, but loving arms!

Alita kissed Agarm tenderly and longingly. "Goodby my Love!" She wept. Then she tightened her arms relentlessly, twisting Agarm's powerless body, in her dominant arms. She twisted convulsively, until Agarm's neck snapped. She held him tenderly in her arms as he gurgled out his last breathe, tormented by the worst terror of all, that Agarm died hating her.

For a moment Agarm's dimming eyes looked into Alita's own, drowning in tears, and he gasped: "I...love..you...hold...me..."

Alita knew one fleeting instant, of the bliss that might have been, and held her Agarm closer, until his tortured breathing ceased, and his mighty chest fell still, and his loving eyes saw her no longer.

Tenderly, Alita laid her lost love's broken body on the ground. "Forgive me Darling!" She sobbed. "I will soon hold you, FOREVER, but I have one last thing, yet, I must yet do!"

Alita rose, and stood motionless over Agarm's still form, a lonely sentinel, guarding the treasure dearest to her heart.

Selema trembled in near orgasmic delight, as she watched Agarm's death throes. The revenge she plotted for three years was complete. She watched the hated Agarm, mercilessly, humiliatingly destroyed by the very woman he loved.

"At Last, the fool has paid for spurning ME, for a milk-faced, guileless doll, a cuddly puppy of a girl to be petted! Ah, and most delicious jest of all, it was that same foolish, simpering girl, I made my vengeful weapon! I had hoped for no more, than that he would be forced to kill her. The minx's skill surprised even me; the wriggling puppy has indeed become a ravening she-wolf!" Selema's cruel eyes glittered in evil, sated exultation.

Selema strode to the sobbing, golden haired Alita, followed by her loyal guard. As she drew close, Alita glanced up. Though dimmed by tears, her keen, blue eyes were no longer guileless; Hera had opened them to bitter truth. Perhaps it was the misty tears that veiled Alita's eyes, or Selema's own joy in vengeance, but for once, the sharp-eyed, cunning Queen missed the malevolent threat in a glance.

"You have done well, little Sister! This arrogant male defeated us, and shamed us in the past! Now, you have wiped out m...our shame! You are truly the fiercest of all our Sisterhood!"

Reaching out to embrace the weeping Alita, crafty Selema still schemed. "The maiden has long resisted my caresses; now, in her grief she will fall into my bed, like a delightfully ripened fruit! How sweet THAT will make my revenge!"

"One day, when I am gone, YOU shall be Mistress of the Claw!" Selema whispered, in crafty temptation.

The Golden Haired Maiden shuddered at Selema's touch, and her tragic eyes flashed fiercely, at the tacit promise of reward for the dire thing she had done, yet she threw her arms about the Witch's slender throat, as though returning the embrace.

"I have done your cruel bidding, Selema. Hera forgive me, and I see now, it was what you long plotted!" Alita hissed, and then cried loudly. "INDEED, you SHALL soon be gone, but I shall NEVER be Mistress of the Claw!"

Before the women of the guard could guess her intent, Alita snapped Selema's neck, as she had done Agarm's. In the moment before death, Selema cursed the Gods, themselves, for their bitter irony: in this hour of her triumph, the fierce, vengeful weapon, she herself forged, was her own bane.

For a moment the guards stood transfixed. Then with cries of horror, they turned their weapons on their rebel Sister.

Alita's arms dropped to her sides, making no move to oppose them. "STRIKE, False Sisters! Your lances are Hera's mercy on me!"

Her bosom pierced by a half dozen blades, their pain as nothing to that sharpest of blades that had already cleaved her heart, Alita fell across Agarm's still chest. With her last gesture, Alita enfolded his broken body, in final loving embrace, at last united in the only way remaining to them.