Amazon Maidens 10: The Thrilling Conclusion
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
The grand finale to this epic adventure

BATTLE DAY

Queen Katarina sat up in her lightweight travel bed in her small but
comfortable tent, yawned, and stretched. Her handmaids had her scrambled eggs,
bacon and toast, along with coffee, ready for her. She smiled and thanked
them, then said, "You are dismissed."

She ate quickly as she thought about the big day ahead. This was it. This was
the true test between her forces and those of her evil brother, Frederick X,
the usurper-king. This evening, she would either be eating a triumphant
celebratory dinner...or she would never have to worry about eating again.

After downing the last of her coffee, she hurried to the war room in the big
tent in the middle of camp. Her senior officers were waiting, and they all
jumped to attention as she entered.

"As you were," she said with a casual wave of her hand. "Let's get right down
to business. As you know, we have but 5,500 soldiers, and the enemy has
16,000. In addition, they have sixty cannons to our thirty. The good news is
that we are anchored in a strong defensive position with the ocean on one side
of our lines and a mountain on the other, so the enemy can't flank us. The bad
news, of course, is that if we're overrun, we have nowhere to retreat. So
we'll just have to make sure that doesn't happen."

Katarina looked around the room, observing the reactions of the men and women
around the table. She could see fear in their eyes, but also strength and
determination. It was exactly what she wanted to see. They were confident
enough to believe that thay could win, while also being realistic enough to
know the numbers were against them. She had done well in purging the dead
weight from her army.

"General Norton." She turned to her old second-in-command. "You will be in
charge of the infantry." He saluted and nodded. She turned to another man.
"Colonel Crandall, you will command the artillery."

Katarina then turned to her close friend, the senior female officer, Colonel
Summers. "You will command the cavalry. When the time is right to strike, I
trust that you will know."

Finally, the Queen turned to the two Amazons in the tent, Jenova and Kezia.
"You and your girls will have the most critical assignments of all. It may
well be that your presence will make or break this battle. Kezia, you will
command the Amazon archers. Their longbows can provide far more firepower than
muskets, and we'll all be counting on them. Jenova, have your scouts told you
what you need to know?"

"Yes. My girls and I have everything we need to do our part in the battle."

"Excellent. May the gods be with us all. To victory."

"To victory," echoed everyone else in the tent.

* * *

After the male officers had left, Katarina sat with Jenova, Kezia, and Summers
for a little while longer. The four women made a beautiful picture, as all of
them were stunning. Katarina was just under six feet tall, with long silky
black hair and darkly tanned brown skin, just like the Amazons. Her figure was
slender and willowy, but athletic and well-muscled. She wore a long, elegant
dress, having learned long ago how to be lethally effective in combat even in
formal royal wear.

Jenova was similar in height and build to Katarina, with shoulder-length curly
black hair. She and Kezia both wore the standard Amazon battle outfit of a
leather miniskirt, a leather halter top, and knee-high leather boots, the
better to show off their well-muscled but feminine bodies. Kezia was slightly
shorter and more muscular than Jenova, and she had long, straight black hair.
Summers was similar in size to Kezia, with shoulder length dirty blonde hair.
She wore the standard blue and white Royalist female uniform of black leather
boots, low-cut pants, and a blouse with three-quarter length sleeves. Her
six-pack abs and thick, well-defined forearms were on prominent display.

"Are you confident of victory?" Colonel Summers asked the queen.

"Confident enough. But in war, nothing is guaranteed. No battle plan survives
contact with the enemy."

"And if we lose, then what?" asked Kezia.

"We slip into the woods and fight as guerrillas until the fleet comes back
with our reinforcements," Katarina answered.

"That's right," said Jenova. "We never surrender."

* * *

Katarina, mounted on her white horse, surveyed her soldiers forming up. The
cannons were in position, ready to fire.

A female Royalist scout rode up to her and saluted. "My Queen. The enemy
should crest that ridge over there in a few minutes. And I recognized the fake
king as I was observing them. It appears that Frederick the usurper has actually 
decided to come out to the battlefield."

"Well, well, well. I'm surprised he found the balls. But we'll see how he does
when he actually has to take responsibility like a man," murmured Katarina.
"Now spread the word. Whatever happens, Frederick is mine to decide whether he
lives or dies. Mine alone."

"Yes, my Queen."

* * *

The battle, like most in this day and age, began with an artillery duel. A
single cannonball flew through the air and landed in the grass about twenty
yards in front of the lines of Katarina's army. Then the boom was joined by
dozens of others, followed by answering explosions as her own cannons fired
back. The fire on both sides gradually grew more accurate as the armies drew
closer.

Katarina rode up to Colonel Crandall, the artillery commander. "Have we lost
any guns?"

"Only two so far, my Queen. And we've taken out at least half a dozen of
theirs, from what my observers tell me."

She nodded. "Our marksmanship, and markswomanship, is superior to theirs, but
I didn't come here to fight a battle of attrition." She shook her head as an
enemy cannonball decapitated one of her artillerymen and took the arm off of
the man standing right behind him, watching as the medics pressed cloth to the
gaping wound as they hurried him to the rear. "Cease firing with your cannons
gradually. Make them think they're taking out our guns one by one. That'll
draw their main force in close to attack. Then we can unload on them."

"Yes, my Lady."

* * *

On the other side of the battlefield, an officer rushed up to Frederick X and
saluted. "My King! The enemy cannons have almost all been silenced. Our
superior artillery has won the opening stage."

"Excellent," said Frederick. "Order the infantry to advance, full attack."

"My lord, perhaps we should send in skirmishers first, before committing to a
full-on attack," said a general. "This easy defeat of their artillery may not
be what it seems."

"Who's the king here, me or you?" said Frederick. "Just do as I say. Anyway,
remember that the enemy is commanded by a GIRL. As if my bitchy sister would
ever be smart enough to be good at MAN's work like battle tricks," he added
cockily.

"Yes, sir," sighed the general.

* * *

"Enemy infantry advancing," General Norton reported to Queen Katarina.

"Skirmishers?" she asked.

"No, a full-on attack."

Katarina chuckled. "Looks like my idiot little brother has failed the first
test." She picked up a signal flag and waved it at Colonel Crandall, who waved
an answering flag.

"All right, you saw the signal," the artillery commander ordered his men. "Get
those cannons reloaded with grapeshot. Be ready to fire on my order."

* * *

Private Joe Smith was a proud soldier in Frederick X's army. He was currently
marching in the front rank of the infantry, advancing on Katarina's lines.
Like many of his comrades, he was confident of supreme victory and eagerly
looking forward to the sex Frederick had promised they could have from their
female captives.

Suddenly, there was a loud BOOM and Private Joe Smith's (meager) brains were
blasted right out of his skull, staining everything and everyone around him
with red and brown. Then Frederick's soldiers began dropping dead by the
hundreds as the enemy cannons, which were not destroyed after all, gave them a
brutal whiff of the grape.

Some of the survivors began turning and running. An officer drew his pistol
and shot one of them in the back of the head. "Get back here, you cowards!" he
snarled. "Charge forward, so we can be in range with our muskets!" All along
the line, officers tried to rally their men. They still vastly outnumbered the
enemy. They just had to get within musket range.

Then Katarina's snipers began doing their work. Most of them female, they were
armed with long-range rifles that were slower to fire than muskets but could
kill at 500 yards. They targeted the officers, trying to increase the chaos in
their ranks.

"300 yards now," an Amazon girl with a spyglass said to Kezia.

The raven-haired Amazon officer nodded. She took careful aim with her longbow
and fired. The arrow flew through the air and nailed a man in the front row of
the enemy line right in the heart.

That was the signal. 200 Amazon archers began firing steady volleys into the
advancing mass. Each girl could shoot ten arrows a minute, and 2000 arrows a
minute falling on the enemy did devastating damage.

"They'll be in musket range soon, sir," said a junior officer to General
Norton.

"Prepare to fire on my command," the general responded.

Thousands of Frederick's men lay dead on the battlefield from the grapeshot
and the Amazon arrows by the time the survivors reached musket range, but they
still outnumbered Katarina's forces. The main infantry duel began, with
soldiers from each side firing volleys of musket balls. Katarina's artillery
and the Amazon archers fired over their comrades' heads and into the enemy.

Katarina paced her horse back and forth as she observed the bloody battle.
Armed with a rifle, she used her skills as a markswoman to snipe enemy
officers as she watched. Three times the enemy drove to within ten yards of
her lines. Each time, a combination of arrows and musket balls drove them
back. Frederick's soldiers began having to climb over the dead bodies of their
comrades as they stacked higher and higher. Her own piles of dead were
comparatively small, but she couldn't afford serious casualties. She wasn't
like her evil brother, who would send his men into a meat grinder without a
second thought.

"My Queen," said General Norton. "Perhaps it's time for phase two?"

"We have to time it exactly right," she replied as she blew an enemy captain's
brains out with a perfect head shot. "We go too soon and if our attack runs
out of steam when they have too many men left, we won't get another chance,"
she continued as she reloaded her rifle.

"My Lady." A female soldier hurried up to her. "The musketmen have twenty
percent of their ammunition left. Kezia's girls are down to ten percent of
their arrows."

Katarina nodded. She raised her arm and flicked her wrist, flashing a bright
light into the distance from the reflection of the sunlight on the shiny
bracelet she was wearing.

Then, a spine-chilling, unearthly howl echoed across the battlefield. Soldiers
on both sides paused, and even the ones in Katarina's army who knew what it
was felt shivers run down their spines.

Suddenly, Jenova and 300 Amazon girls appeared on the flank of the enemy army
from the seemingly impassable mountain, leaping off its steep sides and doing
double and triple tuck somersaults in midair to break their falls and land
safely on the grass. A volley of crossbow bolts, thrown spears, and thrown
axes slammed into the vulnerable underbelly of Frederick's army. Then the
Amazons were charging them, turning their bodies into cartwheels followed by
back handsprings once they got into musket range, elegantly backflipping like
pro-gymnasts so blindingly fast that they became brown blurs of brown leather
uniforms and dark brown skin, impossible for the men to draw a bead on.

"Where the fuck did those bitches come from?" growled Frederick, watching from
the rear.

"Doesn't matter. Detach reinforcements to shore up that side!" ordered one of
his generals.

Katarina watched the enemy army shift. "Now," she said, dismounting her horse.
"I'm going in. Norton, you're in command back here. Ladies, with me!"

The Queen, leading a handpicked battalion of female Royalist soldiers,
unleashed a brutal counterattack on Frederick's distracted front lines, her
girls firing volleys as they advanced. Meanwhile, Kezia's Amazons, after
firing their last arrows, drew daggers and short swords and joined their
female comrades. The Royalist regulars followed behind them.

"Retreat!" shouted an enemy colonel. "Reform the lines on both sides! We still
have a chance to...unh!" His head exploded as Katarina's rifle bullet found
its mark.

Counterattacked on two sides, Frederick's forces tried to regroup. They still
had almost fifty cannons, and the men raced to take shelter under their
protection. Katarina's soldiers were almost in range of the big guns now.
Soon, they could...

Suddenly, a force of 500 cavalry, mixed male and female, led by Colonel
Summers, burst from out of nowhere, charging the enemy cannons from their
vulnerable side. "Turn them! Get those guns turned around!" roared their
artillery commander.

But it was too late. Summers and her riders took the enemy cannoneers from
behind, shooting, slashing, stabbing, or simply riding the artillerymen down.
Summers herself, after shooting two enemy officers in their heads and
trampling several men to death underneath her horse, personally beheaded the
enemy artillery commander with her sword.

Frederick, watching the scene, felt like he had just taken three gut punches
in a row. He growled and spat in fury.

"Sir, we still have our cavalry in reserve," said one of his generals. "We can
send them to intercept the enemy cavalry before they can circle behind us."

"The hell with that!" said Frederick. "I'm outta here!" With that, he turned
his horse and began riding away as fast as he could. His officers looked at
one another and shrugged their shoulders, uncertain about what to do. A few of
them headed towards the battle and tried to rally their men, but most of them
were as cowardly as their leader and began running away too. Frederick's
cavalry rode away from the battlefield en masse, squandering a chance to do
some damage to Katarina's forces, and leaving their foot soldiers behind.

Colonel Summers and her riders, now unopposed, struck the rear of the enemy
army, surrounding them. Katarina, Jenova, and Kezia were all leading forces in
attacks from the front side. And General Norton was bringing the reserve
soldiers forward, to shore up any weak points and prevent any enemies from
escaping the trap.

Katarina, after reloading her rifle, found an enemy major general in the
distance and sniped him in the neck, separating his head from his body from
the impact of the powerful round. When she reached the enemy front line, she
used the attached bayonet to stab one man in the throat and another in the
eye, then threw the whole weapon like a spear, impaling a lieutenant in the
heart. She drew her double-barreled pistol in her left hand and her sword in
her right. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Kezia fighting with a
dagger in each hand, slicing off arms, legs, and heads.

Jenova tumbled into an enemy officer with a double full twisting layout,
knocking him to the grass. She crushed his windpipe underneath her boot before
he could get up. Loading a bolt into her crossbow, she shot a man in the
middle of his forehead, sending him down like a scruffy unicorn. She tossed
the bow aside and drew an axe in her left hand and her sword in her right. She
smashed a soldier's skull into bits with the axe, at the same time cutting
another in half with her sword.

Seeing a soldier aiming a musket at one of her girls, Jenova hurled her axe
with perfect accuracy, drilling him right between the eyes. She then thrust
behind her with her sword, stabbing the man she knew was there right through
the heart. Sensing another enemy at her back, Jenova did a spin kick that
nearly took the man's head off, then realized she had broken his neck. She
laughed aloud at her leg strength.

A heavy man collided with Katarina. She calmly pressed the barrel of her
pistol against his chest and pulled the trigger. She gave the second barrel to
an enemy officer drawing his own pistol on her. She watched him fall, then
looked down at her outfit. The close-range shot on the heavy man had left a
large red stain on her pretty dress. "Oh well," she said out loud as she
decapitated a charging soldier, staining the upper part of her dress this
time. A standing back handspring from the skilled queen broke the next enemy's
neck.

Katarina looked around as she landed elegantly on her feet. The enemy was
completely surrounded, the circle steadily shrinking. She gave a shrill
whistle. All eyes turned to look.

"It's over!" she shouted. "You're surrounded and beaten. Your coward of a
phony king has abandoned you. Surrender to me, and surrender now. This will be
your only chance to live. If you continue fighting, we will slaughter you all.
What say you?"

"All right!" said an enemy brigadier general, the highest-ranking officer in
Frederick's army who hadn't either been killed or fled. "We surrender!"

A loud cheer went up from Katarina's forces as their opponents laid down their
arms. The men surrendering to the Royalist regulars were the luckiest ones.
The ones standing near the Amazons were humiliated by being forced to strip
nude. Some men even cried in humiliation as their small penises were exposed.
The miniskirted Amazons pointed and laughed at them, their muscular, darkly
tanned bodies in sharp contrast to the pale, flabby bodies of their opponents,
making comments about each nude man's cock size and separating the big ones
from the small ones.

"All right, that's enough," said Katarina, walking over. "Jenova, a little
help?"

"She's right," said Jenova. "Girls, stop stripping them."

"But they're our slaves now," said an Amazon girl. "We can do whatever we want
with them."

"Who said that? We could use the ones who are willing to fight for us," said
Colonel Summers as she arrived on the scene.

As the Amazon girl began opening her mouth, Katarina raised her voice.
"Enough. QUIET, everybody. Each prisoner will be given the chance to swear
loyalty to me and prove his courage in battle against the remnants of
Frederick's forces. Those who refuse, or show themselves to be cowards, will
be turned over to the Amazons for them to do with as they will. Is that fair?"

There was a chorus of assent from the Amazons.

Katarina nodded, then squeezed Jenova's and Summers's hands. The three of 
them, joined by Kezia, embraced in a tight group hug. "We did it. We really did it."

* * *

"A tremendous victory, my Queen," General Norton reported at the celebratory
dinner that evening. "The enemy has 11,000 dead, and we took 3000 prisoners.
About 2000 men, mostly cavalry, escaped."

"And my brother?"

"I questioned the brigadier general we captured. He said that Frederick turned
and ran as soon as Colonel Summers made her cavalry charge."

"I knew he'd be a coward without the balls to fight!" said Summers.

"How about our forces?" asked Katarina.

"We have about 600 dead, my Lady," Norton responded.

She sighed and nodded. The number was lower than she had feared, but still, it
was never easy. She hoped it would never become easy.

"How about your girls?" she asked Jenova.

"Eleven Amazons have gone to meet the Mother Goddess today."

"The first Amazons to die in the service of a foreign nation," Kezia spoke up.
"Not exactly a happy precedent."

"Kezia, Kezia, Kezia," said Jenova in a voice that was stern but affectionate
at the same time. "You always did like seeing the glass half empty. Those
girls died as volunteers, setting other women free from the tyranny of a
sexist usurper-king."

Kezia nodded slowly. "Perhaps the glass is half full after all."

* * *

Katarina's dead men and women and Jenova's dead girls were buried with the
full military honors of their respective nations. A new cemetery was built in
the town of Bayworth to honor them, the liberators of the land, with a special
section for the Amazons.

The dead enemy soldiers were cremated and the ashes buried in mass graves. It
wasn't a question of whether or not they were worthy of the respect of a
proper burial, it was simply an issue of numbers, with 11,000 corpses to take
care of. Not all the bodies made it to the pyres, however. Some of the Amazons
cut off the heads or penises of the men they had killed and kept the body
parts as trophies.

Most of the prisoners swore loyalty to Katarina as their new Queen. Cavalry
patrols, several of them led by Summers, Jenova, and Kezia, scouted for
information and spread the word of Katarina's great victory. Most of the
citizens accepted her rule, although Frederick still had a few fanatical
loyalists who would have to be dealt with.

A few hundred of the captured enemies ended up being forced to become the
Amazons' slaves, some of whom had refused to swear loyalty to Katarina, and
others who had shown cowardice when ordered to hunt down Frederick's
followers. These men had fear and terror in their eyes as they were forced to
accept their fate, knowing they would never be free again.

Katarina, after appraising the situation in the kingdom, wrote a letter to her
brother:

"To the usurper,

Well, despite being badly outnumbered, I whipped the arses of your army.
Especially after you ran away like the coward you are. I've always been more
of a man than you could ever hope to be. Men are abandoning you and flocking
to my banner. You should know by now that you cannot win.

If you continue to resist, it will only delay the inevitable. Thousands of men
and women will die needlessly. I offer you the chance to do the honorable
thing, for once. Surrender to me and relinquish the throne, and I will spare
your life. You will be imprisoned in the Tower of the Aristocrats for the rest
of your days, not just to make sure you don't stir up any trouble, but also
for your own safety. There are thousands of men - and women - who would love
to tear you to pieces after the things you've done.

Come to my camp outside Bayworth to surrender yourself. If you do not show up
within two weeks, I will consider it a rejection of my generous offer. This is
the only chance you will have for mercy. The only chance.

Your sister, your true Queen, and DON'T YOU FORGET IT,

Queen Katarina III."

She handed the sealed letter to a messenger and watched him ride away.

* * *

A week later, the fleet returned with the second half of Katarina's army. With
these reinforcements, she could now divide her forces to secure the
countryside and various nearby towns before making a march on the Imperial
Capital.

Katarina led one of those forces herself. Most towns and villages happily
welcomed her, but some continued to fly the banner of Frederick X from their
ramparts. She offered each town that did so the chance to surrender. Most of
them accepted her offer, but one town resisted, costing her a four-day siege
and 75 casualties. After her army breached the walls, she ordered every male
resident of military age in the town beheaded and their heads placed on pikes.
After that, no more towns resisted her.

She had just returned to Bayworth one evening when one of her officers
approached her. "My Queen, this just arrived for you." He held up a basket.

Katarina opened it. Inside was the decapitated head of the messenger that she
had assigned to carry the letter to her brother. She clenched her fists,
causing the muscles in her slender but muscular forearms to ripple. "That fool
just signed his own death warrant."

* * *

Katarina rode at the head of a large army to the Imperial Capital. When they
arrived, they found the gates thrown open. A large, cheering crowd was waiting
for her. "We welcome our true Queen!"

She smiled, dismounting her horse with a graceful backflip and landing
elegantly despite the long dress she was wearing. "I come to you as a
liberator, not a conqueror." She nodded at her senior officers and they
dismounted as well. They took their first steps into the city together.

"My Queen." A nobleman walked up to her, bowing.

"Where is my brother?" she asked.

"He grew increasingly unstable after losing the battle. He's spent the last
few days ranting and raving in the throne room. When he saw your banner appear
over the horizon, he and the few men still loyal to him fled."

"They rode out of town?" Colonel Summers asked.

"No. I think they're trying to escape the palace through secret tunnels. Very
few people know their organization."

"I do," said Katarina. "I grew up in that palace, after all. I spent many
hours playing in those tunnels as a little girl." She stood up straight and
looked around. "Summers, Jenova, and Kezia, you're with me. We're going to
hunt my evil brother down and end this once and for all. General Norton, have
your men secure the city."

* * *

The four women made their way to the fourth floor of the Imperial Palace and
entered the great throne room. Jenova, Kezia, and Summers looked around in awe
as they took in the view for the first time. The room was enormous, and all
the walls were decorated with various trophies from successful wars of
conquest.

"Well, there it is, Kat," said Colonel Summers, pointing to the royal throne.
"Did you want to check it out for a moment, see what it feels like to sit on
it before we go?"

Queen Katarina smiled. "As much as I'd like to, the war's not over yet. When
my cowardly brother is finished once and for all, then I'll take that seat."

Katarina then went over to a shelf and tugged on one of the books, opening a
secret passage. "Come on. Stay close to me. There's only one right way through
here, which should make it easy to find my brother. The flip side is that a
lot of the wrong passages lead to booby traps, so be careful and don't wander
off on your own."

The passage was dark, damp, and eerie, but the girls were calm and confident.
With their superior fighting skills, they knew they could defeat Frederick and
any henchmen he had with him. The women were well armed, Katarina with her
double-barreled pistol, Summers with a musket with bayonet attached, Jenova
with a crossbow, and Kezia with a longbow. In addition, each girl had her
sword on her hip.

Katarina led the way though the various passages, tunnels, and staircases,
only pausing occasionally at a junction to figure out the proper way. Summers
was right behind her, followed by Kezia. Jenova guarded the rear.

Katarina stopped and held up her hand as they reached an archway where the
passage split into three smaller ones. She pointed to the middle passage.
"Look."

A few feet from the entrance, the floor had fallen away, revealing a pit about
twenty feet deep with razor-sharp spikes on the bottom. A man lay impaled on
one of the spikes, his dead face still with an expression of horror frozen
upon it.

"Look at that blood. Fresh. They can't be far ahead of us," said Colonel
Summers.

"Guess Little F doesn't know these tunnels as well as you do, Kat, and he sent
one of his expendable men to test the passage," Jenova remarked with detached
amusement.

"Typical for a coward like him," muttered Kezia.

"Come on. Let's hurry," said Katarina. She led them into the passage on the
right.

* * *

A short while later, after several more tunnels, a couple of ladders, and a
secret door, the four women emerged in a wider passage. Suddenly, Summers
shouted, "Look out, Kat!"

Queen Katarina performed an elegant standing layout backflip just in time. The
musket ball fired by the enemy soldier passed safely between her legs as she
was flipping. While she was upside down, she drew her pistol and fired, her
expert training and markswomanship allowing her to drill her opponent right
between the eyes. Meanwhile, there was a shout and a commotion from the other
side, followed by the sound of something heavy falling. Another man lay dead
on the stone floor, one of Jenova's crossbow bolts in his heart.

Katarina, after landing, looked around and nodded. "Good work, girls."

"Listen," said Kezia.

"Running footsteps!" Jenova whispered excitedly. "We're almost on them. Come
on!"

The women hurried towards the sound of the footsteps. As they rounded a
corner, Katarina suddenly shouted, "FLIP!"

All four girls executed simultaneous standing back handsprings. At the same
time, a male voice shouted, "FIRE!" and a volley of musket balls came flying,
passing safely between the girls' legs as they were upside down.

As the women elegantly landed, they looked down the hall, drawing their
weapons. Half a dozen soldiers, along with a captain, were standing about
thirty yards away, in shock at how their female opponents had evaded their
ambush so easily. And cowering behind them was Little F himself.

"Reload! Fast!" shouted the captain. He began drawing his pistol, but Queen
Katarina raised her own pistol and unloaded her second barrel in a perfectly
aimed shot, drilling the captain in the head. The other three girls fired a
split second later. One man received Summers' musket ball in his heart,
another got Kezia's longbow arrow in his throat, and a third got Jenova's
crossbow bolt right between the eyes, causing his head to erupt in a fountain
of blood and brain matter.

Katarina looked at her companions and nodded. Then all four women threw
themselves into tumbling passes, starting with aerial cartwheels and going
into a series of powerful whipbacks. They elegantly backflipped with blinding
speed at the three surviving men, who were frantically trying to reload their
weapons. But the males didn't have a chance. The muskets took about twenty
seconds to reload, and the girls with their intimidating tumbling skills
covered the distance to their opponents in less than five seconds. They
crashed into the men with various full twisting and double full twisting
layouts at the end of their tumbling runs, knocking them to the cold stone
floor.

Summers bayoneted the first soldier in the throat. Kezia decapitated the
second man with her sword, and Jenova held her sword over her head as she did
a back bend, impaling her blade into the center of the third man's chest.

Meanwhile, Katarina landed hard right on her brother's gut, knocking all the
wind out of him. She stomped hard on his face with her big black boot, kicked
him hard in the side several times, breaking a rib with each kick, and finally
kicked him in the crotch, sending his testicles back up somewhere into his
body. Little F, screaming in pain, his hands on his brutalized groin, tried to
sit up, but she pressed her sword against his throat and he suddenly went very
still.

Summers, Jenova, and Kezia surrounded him like three female cats around a
cornered mouse. Frederick, terrified, looked up at his sister.

"Please! Mercy! I'm your brother!"

Katarina's heavily defined forearm muscles rippled underneath her dark brown
skin as she gripped her weapon tighter. "You murdered our father. Even after
that, I still gave you a chance for mercy, and you not only rejected it, but
felt the need to decapitate the poor messenger I sent and have his head
delivered to me in a basket."

"Oh, come on, Kat! He was just an expendable male character!"

"Well, so are you." With that, the Queen punched her brother in the jaw,
knocking him out.

* * *

When Little F woke up, he discovered that he was lying on a table, nude.
Looking around in a panic, he saw Jenova, Kezia, and Summers surrounding him,
arms crossed in front of them, looking down at him icily.

"Hold him down," came Katarina's voice from the shadows.

The other three women moved quickly and gracefully, forcing their male victim
onto his hands and knees on the table. Jenova pinned down both of his hands,
while Summers and Kezia each grabbed one of his ankles.

Katarina stepped into the light. She was holding a poker, its tip glowing red
hot. Her face was expressionless as she approached her trapped, terrified
brother, who was hopelessly trying to wriggle free. She held the poker close
to him, letting him feel the heat on his face.

"This is for the murder of my father, the wars you waged against the Amazons,
the wars you waged against the women of your own country, and a thousand other
crimes against humanity." She withdrew the poker and leaned in close to him,
whispering. "But it won't be from this side." She walked around behind him.

Little F, realizing how it was going to end, began screaming, begging for
mercy and redoubling his efforts to get loose. But the girls were far too
strong for him, and they held him down firmly and securely.

"But most of all, this is for me." With that, Katarina rammed the red-hot
poker into her brother's anus.

A soulless, unearthly howl of agony came from Little F as he was penetrated
like the little bitch he was. His screams grew louder and higher pitched as
his sister inserted the implement deeper and deeper, destroying his rectum and
colon with metal and fire.

"I think he likes being the catcher!" snickered Kezia.

"Yeah, give it to him harder, Kat!" Colonel Summers laughed.

Katarina, her face still expressionless, continued ramming the poker in
further and further. When it was almost all the way in, Little F suddenly
twitched and spasmed one final time, then slumped down, his shrieks finally
going silent. The tip of the poker had penetrated his heart. She withdrew it,
wrinkled her nose at the blood and shit the poker was now covered with, and
threw it into the fire.

"Well, I'd ask him if it was good for him too, but I think we all already know
the answer," said Katarina. All four girls broke into loud laughter, then
embraced in a tight group hug. They then made their way back upstairs to the
throne room so Katarina could sit her sexy ass on the throne for the first
time.

* * *

Katarina had the body of her father, King Frederick IX, exhumed and given the
proper funeral that his son had failed to honor him with. The old king was
re-buried in the Tomb of Kings and Queens, and a statue of him was
constructed, adding to the row of statues of all the monarchs of the kingdom
that lined the gardens of the palace. When walking through the gardens,
Katarina paused to pay respect to the statue of Queen Roslyn I (remember
her?), whose war diary had inspired her in battle.

Frederick X, AKA Little F, did not get a statue, of course, and Katarina
ordered all likenesses of him smashed or burned, and all references to him as
a king in the records destroyed. The official lineage would go straight from
King Frederick IX to Queen Katarina III. Little F's buttfucked corpse was
cremated and his ashes were taken on board a ship. When it was out of sight of
land, the ashes were scattered in the ocean, so that they would never taint
the soil of the kingdom.

Colonel Summers became the first official Royalist Ambassador to the Amazon
Nation, and Kezia became the first official Amazon Ambassador to the Royalist
kingdom. Jenova, as much as she had wanted to stay, had to sail back to the
island to do her duties as an Amazon princess and heiress to the Amazon
throne.

All seemed peaceful in the Royalist kingdom - for now. Katarina had been
welcomed as Queen all across the land, but she knew that there were still a
few bitter-enders who had supported Little F who were not willing to accept
her rule. And there were some rulers of neighboring kingdoms who had signed
treaties with Frederick IX, but considered those treaties to expire with him.
And then there were the ultra-sexist barbarians of the north, who would love
to unleash an attack on a female ruler. There would always be business to take
care of. Being a queen wasn't all fun and games.

But all that could wait for tomorrow. Katarina took off her clothes and
climbed between the sheets for her first night in the official Queen's Royal
Bed. She drifted off to sleep, content.

THE END

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