Amazon Maidens 9: Time for a Naval Battle Scene
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
Katarina kicks some ass at sea


Katarina positioned her three ships of the line front and center, with her
three frigates to the left and the transport ships safe in the rear. Jenova's
Amazons, aboard five longships, were to the right.

The Amazon warships were small even in comparison to the frigates, and they
looked tiny next to the ships of the line. But they were far more lethal than
they appeared. Propelled by both sails and oars, rowed by heavily muscled
Amazons, they were far faster and more maneuverable than the big
sailing-ships. A ballista was mounted on each longship's front and rear, and
the ships were also equipped with metal rams that could do devastating damage
when propelled with the force of the muscular female rowers. And of course,
each Amazon ship carried a complement of deadly girl-archers.

Kezia, sitting next to Jenova in the lead warship, looked over at the Amazon
Princess. "Remember, Katarina said that one hit from those heavy 32-pounder
guns that the ships of the line carry can send us to the bottom of the sea."

Jenova's expression remained calm. "Well, then we'll just have to make sure
they don't hit us."

* * *

"Enemy ships in sight, my Queen!" the lookout called down from the crow's
nest.

"Execute the maneuver, now!" Katarina shouted. A quick series of flag signals
and her ships changed course.

Aboard the enemy flagship, the Eternal Glory, a massive three-deck ship, in
contrast to the normal two-deck ships of the line, the admiral in command of
the fleet smirked cockily as he looked through his spyglass. "They have only
three ships of the line, and they're already turning and running! It's just
like King Frederick said! A GIRL won't have the balls to stand up to real men
like us! They've left their transports exposed and vulnerable! Full speed
ahead, Captain! We'll sink those turkeys; they're too slow to get away from
us! Then we can destroy Katarina's warships at our leisure."

"Yes, sir!" said the ship's captain. The fleet charged the seemingly helpless
transports, the ships of the line in the lead and the frigates following them.

Katarina smirked as she watched the enemy admiral fall neatly into her trap
like a bull chasing a red cloth. With a wave of her arm, she indicated for a
new signal to be sent and her ships changed course again. They could now
deliver a full broadside against the opposing ships of the line, which were
now facing forward and unable to respond with their side-mounted guns.

"Oh, SHIT! IT'S A TRAP!" said the enemy admiral, sounding like another admiral
a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. "They were only pretending to run
away! Now they've crossed our T! Turn, dammit! Turn!"

But it was too late. "In range now, my Lady!" said the captain of the Avenger.

"Fire," said Katarina calmly. The Avenger, the Sentinel, and the Frederick VI
opened fire on the enemy ships of the line, delivering a full broadside. In
the distance, her three frigates, commanded by Colonel Summers, opened up on
the enemy frigates.

The impact was devastating. Cannons, sails, rigging, and men were blasted to
bits. Blood flew everywhere. Two ships began leaking badly, and a third was on
fire.

"Reload, quickly!" Katarina urged her men and women. "They're turning!"

"Turn, quickly! Faster, dammit, faster!" the enemy admiral urged his men.
"They're reloading!"

"Second broadside! Fire!" said Katarina. Another brutal volley of cannonballs
slammed into the opposing ships before they could finish turning. Many more
men were killed, the three damaged ships were quickly finished off, and a
fourth ship was sunk as well.

"They'll be able to fire a broadside of their own at us in a few moments, my
Queen," the captain of the Avenger said. "They still have four ships to our
three, and one of them is the naval flagship, the Eternal Glory, which outguns
us badly."

"Taken under consideration, Captain. But they should be getting a big surprise
right about...now."

The enemy admiral was furious. Half of his ships of the line were now at the
bottom of the sea, and his remaining ships were damaged. But now, it was time
for revenge. He still outnumbered and outgunned the enemy. In just a few
seconds, he could unload a devastating broadside...

Suddenly, a massive steel bolt from a ballista flew right into the barrel of
one of the 32-pounder cannons, destroying it, killing four members of the gun
crew, and finally embedding itself in a fifth sailor and pinning his corpse to
the mainmast. Cracking noises came from all around as more ballista bolts
smashed into the other ships. "What the fuck..."

Then came a volley of arrows. Dozens of men fell dead, including the captain
of the Eternal Glory, who took one in the throat, and dozens more collapsed
wounded with cries of agony, including the admiral, who was hit in the
shoulder. Managing to stagger back upright, he saw five long war canoes in the
distance, trapping his fleet between them and Katarina's ships. The canoes
seemed to be filled with female warriors.

"Amazons?!" moaned a young officer nearby, wincing in pain from an arrow to
his leg. "Here?! Tell me they're just evil spirits ..."

"Those bitches look pretty real, Lieutenant," grunted the admiral. "Now detach
the last ship in line to destroy those canoes! The rest of the ships, fire at
Katarina's fleet!"

But that was easier said than done. First, a third broadside from Katarina's
ships smashed into their opponents while they had been distracted. More bodies
and body parts flew. And the Amazons were still firing arrows at them. The men
had to stay under cover to avoid being drilled, making it difficult to fire
their cannons. Unable to unload broadsides, they could only fire one cannon at
a time here and there.

Meanwhile, the ship of the line Imperium, which had been detached to destroy
the Amazon war canoes, was having difficulties of its own. If it could just
get into position, it could destroy all five canoes with a single broadside.
If! But the Amazon ships were fast, and arrows were falling on the men like
steady rain. "Come on, turn, turn, almost there..." its captain growled.

The Imperium suddenly stopped turning. "What the fuck!" shouted the captain.

"Sir, we can't turn any more!" said his first mate. "We can't sail directly
into the wind! Seventy degrees is the best we can do!"

"Fuck, those Amazons with their fucking oars! They've maneuvered into the
perfect position! That bitch Katarina must have told them all about our
weaknesses! Turn in the other direction! We'll fire a broadside from the other
side!"

But it was too late. One by one, like fast, sleek she-wolves attacking an old,
fat, slow moose, the five Amazon ships turned again and rammed the Imperium,
leaving five huge gashes as they pulled out. They retreated, staying out of
the angle of the cannons, as the Imperium rapidly sank. Jenova blew the enemy
captain a kiss as he went under and drowned.

A fourth broadside pummeled the Eternal Glory and its two remaining
companions. "Sir, we're on fire!" shouted a young ensign.

"I've got eyes! I can see that!" roared the admiral. "Put it out, before it
reaches the powder mag..."

There was a huge explosion as the fire reached the powder magazine and the
Eternal Glory, true to its name, exploded in a huge orange fireball, sending
bits of wood, cloth, heads, arms, and legs flying in all directions. A cheer
went up from Katarina's fleet.

The Avenger, the Sentinel, and the Frederick VI, along with Jenova's five
Amazon longships, approached the last two battered ships of the line of the
enemy fleet. "It's over!" shouted Katarina. "You're beaten! Now raise your
white flags!"

But the enemy ships refused to surrender. Katarina looked at the men and women
around her, then shouted across the water, "Prepare to be boarded!"

The Avenger lashed itself to one of the enemy ships. Meanwhile, the Amazon
longships surrounded the other and miniskirted girl-warriors leapt onto
ladders and began boarding, swords and bows in hand.

Katarina, her double-barred pistol in her left hand and her sword in her
right, personally led the charge aboard the opposing ship. Seeing an enemy
midshipman taking aim at her with his pistol, she suddenly launched her body
into a high front tuck somersault. The bullet flew safely underneath her as
she was flipping. She landed hard right on the shocked midshipman's neck,
taking him down to the deck, her booted feet crushing his windpipe. She ground
down with her boots to make sure he was finished, then raised her pistol and
with two quick but expertly aimed shots killed two enemy lieutenants who were
trying to rally their men. She calmly blew the smoke away from her gun before
holstering it.

A nearby sailor began aiming his pistol at her, but Katarina cut off his arm
with her sword and kicked him hard in the chest, sending him flying overboard
to bleed to death. Catching the pistol in midair, she fired at another enemy
officer, putting a neat red hole in the middle of his forehead, then threw the
empty gun at a man who was standing at the edge of the deck. The heavy weapon
struck him hard in the side of the head, sending him overboard. Several
sharks, who had been attracted by the blood from her earlier victim and were
currently eating him alive, noticed this new chum in the water, and a couple
of the sharks detached themselves from the first chew toy and began eating the
newcomer alive as well.

Suddenly, there was a loud BANG from behind her. Whirling around, her long
black hair flying, Katarina saw an enemy sailor standing ramrod straight,
aiming a musket at her. Then he fell to the deck face first, dead, a large,
bloody hole in his back, revealing a female officer standing over him, her
pistol still smoking. Katarina smiled and gave the young woman a thumbs-up,
then went back to the battle. She beheaded a couple of men with her sword,
impaled another straight through the heart, and killed a screaming, charging
sailor with a backflip kick that was powerful enough to break his neck. She
then reloaded her double-barreled pistol and killed two more enemy sailors
with perfectly aimed head shots.

She paused and looked around. Her boys and girls were clearly winning, with
the surviving enemies being pushed back. With a high-pitched shriek, she
raised her sword arm, rallying her troops. "Drive them below!" Two enemies
charged her, but with a single swift swing of her blade she ripped both their
throats wide open, staining her pretty dress with blood.

With smoke and explosions all around her, Katarina suddenly saw one of her men
fall over dead, shot in the back. Looking through the smoke, she saw an enemy
sailor hiding behind one of the masts, pistol in hand. Eyes flashing, she
threw herself into a cartwheel followed by a series of back handsprings,
elegantly backflipping towards him despite the long dress she was wearing. The
man frantically tried to reload his weapon, but Katarina was far too quick for
him. Performing a full twisting layout at the end of her tumbling pass, she
crashed into him, knocking him to the deck.

"Please! Mercy!" he begged, dropping his pistol and holding up his hands.

She kicked him in the face, hearing the satisfying sound of bones breaking.
"You chickenshit," she spat. "At least your comrades have the balls to fight
like men. But you have to hide behind a post and shoot people in the back like
the coward you are." She kicked him again, in the side this time, breaking one
of his ribs. "Turn over."

Terrified, he obeyed. "Now it's time for you to die a coward's death," she
snarled. With that, she rammed her sword straight up his asshole, smirking at
his howls of agony. She continued penetrating him until the tip of the blade
pierced his heart. She then withdrew it, wrinkling her nose at the shit it was
now covered with.

She turned her attention back to the main battle. Surrounded, falling back
towards the hatches that led down below, the enemy was in bad shape. Finally,
one of them raised a white flag. "We surrender!"

Katarina looked over the scene. The enemy survivors, about two dozen of them,
had been ordered onto their knees, muskets trained on them by a platoon of
female soldiers. Hundreds of corpses, mostly belonging to the enemy, littered
the deck, which was wet with blood. Her troops were going through the bodies,
taking their own dead out from the pile and laying them out neatly near the
foremast. Medics were giving aid to her wounded men and women.

She walked up to one of her officers. "How is it?"

"We have eight dead and about fifteen wounded, my Queen. Most of the wounded
will be well enough to fight again when we reach the mainland, but a few will
probably lose limbs or hands."

She nodded. "Have the surgeons get them fitted with wooden legs and
hand-replacing hooks as soon as possible."

"Yes, my Queen."

Katarina then approached the enemy captain. She looked down at him, studying
the angry expression on his face, the bitterness and rage and hatred in his
eyes, sensing his belief that what had happened was somehow *unfair*.

Then, with a lightning move, she drew her sword, sliced him neatly in half at
the waist, and kicked both halves overboard. All the other prisoners quivered
in terror.

She looked over the remaining captives. There was dead silence for several
seconds. Finally, she spoke.

"I am sparing your lives. I am showing you mercy, not weakness." She pointed
at the massive pool of blood marking where the captain had been kneeling a few
moments ago. "What I did to your captain was to demonstrate that I have the
resolve for ironhand vengeance, if need be. But I would rather not take that
path. You serve a usurper. I am your true Queen. Give your loyalty to me, and
you will be redeemed."

A war-horn sounded. The second ship-of-the-line was approaching. From the
Amazon flags now flying from the mainmast, it was clear that the girls had
taken control of the vessel. The ship dropped anchor next to the first one.
Jenova and Kezia, standing on deck, waved to Katarina, who waved back. Each
Amazon had her bow and arrows strapped to her back, her sword sheathed at her
waist, and several decapitated male heads attached to her on strings.

Jenova elegantly front flipped from the other ship to Katarina, covering the
distance easily and landing perfectly on her booted feet. All the prisoners
(and some of Katarina's male soldiers as well) trembled at the close-up sight
of the decapitated heads Jenova was wearing.

Katarina gave the Amazon a hug. "Jenova. Good to see you alive and well. How
did it go?"

"Most excellently. All the men from the other ship are dead. We didn't bother
with taking prisoners." She held up one of the heads. "This one belonged to
the captain. I separated it from his body myself."

"How about your girls?"

"Two were killed, and seven wounded. One of them sacrificed herself by jumping
in front of me when a sniper took a shot with a rifle. I personally castrated
the sniper, fed his cock and balls into his throat, and made him choke to
death. The other dead girl was shot in the back by a sailor hiding in a
cabinet. We sodomized him to death with a staff."

Katarina looked over at the captives. "Be glad you were assigned to this ship
and not that one." Then her voice softened. "You may stand now. Medics, take
any of them who are wounded to the infirmary along with our wounded."

Katarina's frigates soon returned to join the rest of the fleet. Two of them
had enemy ships in tow. When they drew alongside, Colonel Summers made her way
aboard with a powerful front flip similar to Jenova's.

"Colonel. Good to see you alive as well. How did your battle go?" Katarina
asked.

Summers' blue and white uniform was stained with massive amounts of red. It
was clear that she had been in the thick of heavy hand-to-hand combat. She
smiled. "My Queen, we sank two of the enemy frigates without losing any of our
own, and captured two more. The fifth ran away at the beginning of the
battle." (The cowardly captain who had turned and ran would later be beheaded
on Frederick X's orders, and his head put on a pike in front of his officers,
pour encourager les autres).

"We lost nine men and have about twenty wounded," Summers continued. "All the
enemies from the ships we took are dead, except for fifteen prisoners. Wait,
fourteen. One of them was crying like a little bitch about getting his ass
kicked by a girl, so I cut off his head. The other prisoners have very humble
and polite attitudes."

"Imagine that," said Katarina with a small chuckle. "Good work, Colonel."

She then turned and looked at the assembled men and women. "Nice job, girls
and boys! Prize money from the ships we took will be divided up according to
the standard rules. And triple rations of rum for everyone tonight!" Loud
cheers rang out from the crowd.

A few days later, land was sighted and Katarina's army disembarked on the
mainland near the small town of Bayworth, which she knew to be friendly to
her. Quickly welcomed by the local garrison, she set about preparing a strong
defensive position and sending out scouts to find additional recruits and
discover the locations of Frederick X's armies. It would be four weeks before
the other half of her army would arrive from the island. A long four weeks.

Three weeks later, with the addition of some local recruits, she had 4000 male
and 1000 female Royalist soldiers ready, along with Jenova and her 500
Amazons. It was still a small force, and it seemed small indeed when a scout
returned with the news: "A massive army under Frederick X's banner is
approaching, two days march away. 16,000 men."

"How many cannons do they have?"

"They have sixty."

That evening, Katarina called a council of war with her senior officers, along
with Jenova. "The enemy outnumbers us two to one in artillery and three to one
in soldiers," she announced solemnly. "After I go over the general plan of
combat with all of you, I will speak with each of you individually about your
part in the battle. I need all of you to be at your best. There's no room for
error here. The fate of this kingdom hangs in the balance."

* * *

It was deathly quiet that night, and pitch black. Moonless, with clouds
covering the stars. Sentries patrolled the edge of the camp, watching,
waiting.

One of the sentries looked around furtively to make sure he wasn't in any of
the others' sight. Then he walked up to one of the tents and slipped inside. A
minute later, he reappeared, now followed by half a dozen other men. Silently,
they began making their way to the edge of the camp.

The seven men were traitors, sexist males who didn't want to serve a female
ruler, greedy men who preferred gold over honor. They planned to slip out of
camp like thieves in the night, go over to Frederick X's army, and tell them
all they knew about the strengths and weaknesses of Katarina's forces. In the
darkness, their eyes glinted with avarice at the thought of the fortune they
would be paid for this information. They whispered to one another about their
plans and what they would spend their newfound wealth on.

The sentry, in the lead, was just climbing over the barricade when the
razor-sharp tip of a spear appeared an inch from his throat. "Going somewhere,
boys?" said a female voice.

Several lanterns were uncovered, bathing the men in light. A dozen Amazon
girls, led by Kezia, surrounded the males, bows and spears at the ready.

"I...I was just leading these guys out on a patrol," said the sentry, trying
to talk his way out of it.

"Yeah!" "What he said!" A chorus of agreement came from the other men.

"Nice try. But we heard your whispering. Looks like you're busted," smirked
Kezia.

"RUN...unnhhhh!" shouted the sentry. As he spoke, the muscular female arm
holding the spear to his throat moved slightly, impaling his windpipe with the
weapon. The sentry jerked and spasmed before falling over dead.

Two men began running. One received a thrown spear to the back that went right
through his armor and reappeared in his front, penetrating that side of his
armor as well. The second dropped dead with an arrow in the back of his neck.

Another soldier decided to draw his sword and charge Kezia. She simply waited
until he was at the right distance, then executed a perfect aerial cartwheel,
kicking him in the head with her booted feet one after the other and
shattering his skull. Blood and brain matter splattered all over her leather
miniskirt and halter top as she landed elegantly. The last three men, terror
on their faces, raised their hands in surrender.

* * *

Kezia opened the flap to Katarina's tent, where the Queen was busily
conversing with Jenova. The two of them looked on in shock as one after
another, Kezia kicked the three traitors into the tent, breaking bones with
each of her powerful dancer-like kicks. She entered the tent behind them, her
Amazon girls following her.

"What's going on here?" asked Katarina.

Kezia quickly told the story of the men's attempted desertion to the enemy.
When she was finished, the traitors immediately began begging for mercy.

"Shut up," said Katarina icily. She stomped on the first man's nose,
flattening it, grabbed the second by the neck and rammed her knee into his
face, releasing a spray of blood, and kicked the third in the groin, sending
his testicles back up somewhere into his body. "There will be no mercy for
traitors."

"Sharp eyes, Kezia," said Jenova. "Looks like you were really on the ball."

Kezia smiled. "I had my doubts about these guys from the beginning. I've seen
the way they look at us Amazons. They couldn't hide how much they secretly
feared and hated us."

"That's right. Good work, girls," said Queen Katarina. "As a reward, all
personal possessions of the traitors will pass to you. And now for
punishment." She looked at the three men, who were quivering with fear.

"Take them to your part of the camp and spend the night sodomizing them with
the largest and sharpest objects you can find, but don't kill them," she
ordered the Amazons. "I'll have a special execution set up for them at
sunrise."

"With pleasure, my Lady," smirked Kezia.

"Save some fun for me," added Jenova. "I'll join you as soon as I'm finished
discussing battle plans with Kat."

The traitors were dragged out of the tent, whimpering.

* * *

The bugler sounded his call, and the camp came to attention as the sun rose in
the east. A long, narrow pit, about eight feet deep, had been dug in the
ground, and three steel pikes had been firmly planted in it.

Queen Katarina stepped forward, addressing the assembled crowd. "I will not
make a long speech," she said. "Last night, some very foolish men were caught
red-handed and red-faced trying to desert to the enemy. Now, they will receive
their punishment. Bring forth the traitors!"

Jenova, Kezia, and Colonel Summers each shoved one of the traitors to the edge
of the pit. All three men were bruised and bloody, with agonized expressions
on their faces. Naked, the brutal damage to their assholes could be clearly
seen.

Two muscular Amazon girls grabbed the first man. They raised him high above
their heads, standing on either side of the pit, holding him directly above
one of the pikes as he struggled helplessly.

"Let's see if his treatment made him loose enough!" said Katarina. "Drop him!"

The Amazons released him ass-first onto the pike, the cold, unyielding steel
impaling him up the butthole. He screamed and screamed as he slid further down
until he finally spasmed and remained there like a shish kabob, silent and
still. The crowd, fiercely loyal to Katarina, cheered at the death of this
cowardly traitor.

"Looks like it worked! He seemed pretty damn loose!" said Katarina, eliciting
loud laughter from the crowd.

The treatment was repeated for the second and third traitors. When it was
finished, a silence fell over the group until Katarina spoke again.

"Let their bodies remain there, with the exact amount of dignity they deserve
- none. Now let's get to work. We've got a battle to win!"

A loud cheer went up from the crowd. Katarina walked over to Jenova, Kezia,
and Summers, squeezing each of their hands in turn. The four of them made a
small circle, bowing their heads together. Katarina looked up at the sky.

"Tomorrow, we fight. May the gods be with us."

TO BE CONTINUED...

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