Amazonomache - Chapter 15 - The Pass of Thermopylae
by Nerraw   nerraw0001@lycos.com
She cuts them off at the pass.

My Mistress, Pantariste the Amazon places her foot upon the chest of the
leader of the rebellious males and she raises her war ax high in the air 
in token of victory. All of the other rebellious males of the village 
throw down their weapons. The men then kneel and bow down their heads to 
the ground at her feet. The rebellion of the men of this small village on 
the southern border of the Amazon Empire against the principles of Female 
Supremacy is now over. It has taken my Mistress less than five minutes to 
put down this uprising of about a hundred men

Queen Andromache had sent Pantariste to deal with this situation when she 
had received word that the males of this village had rebelled against the 
women who rule over them. "One male uprising, one Amazon.", is a popular 
slogan in the Amazon Empire. My Mistress had taken me with her so that I 
might tend to her domestic needs while she is in the field. Mistress 
Pantariste had only to slay the leader of these men in order to put an 
end to their foolishness

A closer examination of the carcass that lies beneath her foot reveals to 
Pantariste that he is not an ordinary man of the village at all, but that 
he is a Greek warrior. He had no doubt infiltrated the men of the village 
in order to ferment discontent and to incite the men to rebel against 
their female rulers. She is fairly certain that this man was not just an 
ordinary Greek, but a man of Sparta. The men of Sparta are much more 
macho and warlike than the men of any of the other Greek city states. 
These Spartains are not only bigger and stronger than other men of 
Greece, but they are much more skilled in the ways of war. It is said 
that one Spartan is equal to three ordinary Greek warriors. But one 
Spartan was NOT equal to one Amazon!

It is known that Macholaos, the King of Sparta harbors an especially 
bitter hatred towards the women of the Amazon Nation. His malice towards 
the daughters of Amazonia dates back to that day long ago when Queen 
Andromache slew his father, Manalaos, in fair combat upon the field of 
battle. The fact that the Queen of the Amazons uses the embalmed head of 
the once mighty King of Sparta as a hassock to rest her foot upon as she 
sits upon her throne in the palace of Themiscrya, has been a cause of 
great humiliation and anger to the men of Sparta for all these many 
years. Long has King Macholaos desired to seek revenge and he has tried 
for years to incite all of the city states of Greece to attack Amazonia

The warrior that Pantariste has slain is just another in a long series of 
agitators that Macholaos has sent secretly into Amazonia in an effort to 
work his evil malice upon the peaceful peasant women of Amazonia. 
Pantariste removes her foot from the dead man's chest, and she castrates 
him with her dagger. She keeps his severed testicles as yet another proof 
of conquest

The recalcitrant males are all required to kneel and kiss the feet of the 
head woman of the village as an expression of their apology for having 
dared to take part in this rebellion against members of the superior sex. 
Village males are considered to be slaves, and they are expected to obey 
all women of their community without question. Most village women never 
advance beyond the level of Amazon maiden, but some village women have 
advanced to the level of Amazon warrior and even to Matriarch by having 
successfully defended themselves from the various rogue males who 
regularly enter the Queendom of Amazonia seeking to rape and pillage the 
peaceful peasant women of the Amazonian country side. Village women are 
permitted to bear children by village men without having achieved the 
status of Matriarch. An Amazon Warrior is any woman who has slain one or 
more male enemies in single combat upon the field of battle, and a 
Matriarch is a woman who has slain three or more male enemies in fair 
combat. The head woman is the only woman in this village who has risen to 
the rank of Amazon Warrior. She had achieved the level of Amazon Warrior 
when she slew a rogue male who had tried to rape her. That is no doubt 
why the women of this village have chosen her to be their leader

Village males are naturally subservient and it was only because they were 
riled up by the Greek agitator that they had rebelled against female 
authority. Now that my Mistress has slain the Greek Warrior, these men 
have become docile and subservient once again. Many of the men now kneel 
before his woman, and seizing hold of her ankle, he places her foot upon 
his own neck as an expression of his devotion to the principles of female 
supremacy. My Mistress is pleased to see that domestic tranquility has 
been restored to this village

But just as my Mistress and I are about to take our leave of this village 
and return to the city of Themiscrya, an escaped slave girl comes upon 
the scene. We learn that she has escaped from the seraglio of Macholaos, 
the King of Sparta himself, and that she has come to Amazonia seeking 
refuge from a brutal life under male supremacy. She tells us chilling 
tales of how the brutal King of Sparta treats the women of his seraglio 
with great cruelty. She tells stories of brutal murder, and rape, and 
other horrors that are too terrible for me to describe

But most important of all, the former slave girl tells my Mistress of the 
coming invasion that will be lead by King Macholaos against the women of 
the Amazon Empire. She tells Mistress Pantariste that even now the King 
of Sparta and his three hundred elite guardsmen are marching upon the 
borders of Amazonia. And as he marches, his top generals are busy 
mobilizing all of the city states of Greece. Thus will King Macholaos' 
advance be soon followed by a massive Greek army that will wash over the 
Gynarchy of Amazonia even as the tide would wash over a small sand castle 
on the beach.

Mistress Pantariste quickly comes up with a plan of action. She tells the 
former slave girl to take the news of the coming invasion to Queen 
Andromache at her palace in Themiscrya. She must tell the Queen that she 
must lead the daughters of Amazonia to the pass of Thermopylae where 
Pantariste will try to hold back the hosts of the Greek armies for as 
long as she can. Mistress Pantariste knows that in order to invade 
Amazonia, that King Macholaos and his three hundred Spartains must come 
through the pass of Thermopylae. Thermopylae is a narrow pass through the 
mountains that is only about thirty feet wide. If a mighty Amazon heroine 
such as my Mistress were to station herself in this narrow pass, she 
might be able to hold an army of men at bay for many hours before she at 
last fell upon the field of battle. This might give Queen Andromache the 
time she needs to mobilize her warrior women and repel the Greek 
invasion

Pantariste decides to take me with her as she makes her forced march to 
the pass. We are about twice as far away from the pass of Thermopylae as 
king Macholaos and his three hundred elite guardsmen. Therefore we must 
move quickly if we hope to arrive at the pass before them. We run most of 
the time and only walk when we are too tired to run any further

>From the very beginning, it becomes apparent that the stamina of my 
Mistress is greatly superior to mine. It is with great difficulty that I 
struggle to keep pace with her during this forced march despite the fact  
that she is carrying the heavier load. By nightfall I am pleading with 
her to stop and make camp for the night. But Mistress Pantariste forces 
me to continue onwards. She explains to me that we must hope that the men 
of Sparta have made camp for the night, and that we must continue our 
march throughout the night if we are to have even a small chance of 
reaching the pass of Thermopylae before them. She forces me to follow her 
at this exhausting pace throughout the long night

By midnight, it is necessary for my Mistress to take the bag of food from 
me and for her to carry the food as well as the water skin and her war ax 
so that I might be able to keep up with her. Finally, shortly before 
dawn, I can keep pace no longer, and I fall upon my belly upon the 
ground. Mistress Pantariste commands me to get back on my feet. When I 
fail to respond to her commands, she rolls me over on my back with her 
foot, and she prods my face roughly with her foot as she sternly commands 
me again to get to my feet. When I again fail to obey her, she places one 
foot on my chest and she looks fiercely down upon me. I plead with her 
that I am unable to continue on our journey as her foot rides up and down 
on my heaving chest. But Pantariste the Amazon is totally without 
compassion as she tells me that either I will obey her and get back on my 
feet, or that she will slay me on the spot

At last she removes her foot from my chest, and I struggle to get back up 
on my feet. Mistress Pantariste fastens a leash around my testicles, and 
she tells me that if I fail to keep pace with her, that she will rip my 
nuts off. For the rest of the night and into the morning, I struggle 
desperately to keep pace with her. It is only the terror of being 
castrated that enables me to keep pace with her for the remainder of the 
journey. It takes all of my strength and endurance to keep enough slack 
in that leash so that my testicles will not be pulled off as she runs 
ahead of me. Finally by mid morning, we arrive at last at the pass of 
Thermopylae

Even as we arrive at the pass, we can see King Macholaos and his three 
hundred elite Spartains approaching from a distance. Thus, after a forced 
march of about twenty hours, my Mistress is not given even a moments rest 
before she must face these men upon the field of battle. These are not 
ordinary Spartans, but the three hundred elite personal guardsmen of the 
King. These men are Sparta's greatest warriors, and they spend twelve 
hours a day practicing the skills of war. Even as a single man of Sparta 
is equal to three ordinary Greek men, so is a single man of King 
Macholaos' elite personal guard equal to three ordinary men of Sparta

I feel great fear for my Mistress as she takes her position in the center 
of the pass of Thermopylae. Her face is grim as she stands facing the 
advancing warriors with her war ax griped tightly in her hand. I scurry 
away to a place of hiding where I can observe what is taking place upon 
the field without being seen by the men of Sparta. I tremble in great 
terror as I watch the confrontation that is about to take place

As the men of Sparta draw near, King Macholaos walks ahead of his men and 
approaches my Mistress. He stands more than two and a half heads taller 
than Mistress Pantariste, and there is no doubt that he intends to 
intimidate her with his greater size and strength. The beating of his 
massive chest with clenched fists sounds like the beating of the great 
war drum as he threatens her and he demands that she step aside so that 
he and his men may pass. "If you yield yourself on to me,", Macholaos 
proclaims arrogantly, "then I swear that no harm will come to you! You 
need only to kneel down and kiss the head of my penis as a token of your 
total and unconditional surrender to the principles of MALE SUPREMACY, 
and I swear that I will spare you your miserable life! Just throw down 
your weapon and kneel and bow down your head to the ground at my feet! I 
will place my foot upon your neck to indicate that you are now my slave! 
Since you are only a woman, you need not feel any SHAME in this! Every 
one knows that woman is INFERIOR to man!"

My Mistress must look upwards as though she would look to the domain of 
the Goddess Artemis in order to look the hulking brute who stands before 
her in the eye. "I did not do a forced march for the last twenty hours," 
Pantariste hisses at him through clenched teeth, "so that I might yield 
to the likes of you! Now take your band of low life male scum and return 
to your homeland while you still can!"

Macholaos is enraged that an uppity woman who is so much smaller than 
himself would dare to defy him, and his clenched fists beat against his 
burly chest with even greater fury. "I appreciate a spirited woman, just 
as I would appreciate a spirited horse!" His witty quip fails to conceal 
the rage in his voice as he speaks, "I would greatly enjoy breaking you 
to my masculine will, and then riding you, but I regret that it will be 
necessary for me to IMPALE you with my BLADE rather than with my PENIS! 
That is such a pity, since you would have been such a good FUCK! And 
after I strike you down, I will cut off your right breast! And from that 
lovely breast of yours, I will make a tobacco pouch!"

"Save your breath for battle, cock!", Mistress Pantariste answers him, 
"For I shall strike you down! And I shall CASTRATE you! And from your 
scrotum sack I will make a coin purse! And I shall take your head from 
you, so that it may lay at the base of my favorite chair, so that your 
embalmed head may serve as a hassock or footstool for me to rest my foot 
upon as I sit before the fire, just as the head of your father now serves 
as a hassock for my Queen to rest her foot upon in the palace of 
Themiscrya! And your big ugly buck teeth will scratch my heel when it 
itches!"

Pantariste had expected the mighty King of Sparta to face her, and to 
fight her man to woman. But instead, Macholaos turns angrily on his heel, 
and he returns to the ranks of the three hundred elite warriors of his 
personal guard. There is a slight edge of hysteria in his voice as he 
beats his massive chest with clenched fists, and he orders them to attack 
and to slay the Amazon who stands alone between him and his ambition to 
conquer the land of Amazonia

My heart leaps up into my throat as the three hundred men of Sparta 
proceed to advance upon my beloved Mistress. Each of these men stands at 
least two heads taller than Mistress Pantariste, and each man is at least 
double her weight. Each man has bulging muscles in his arms, and a 
massive hairy chest. Each man is armed with either a sword or spear. 
These men move as a single well trained mechanized unit as they advance 
upon her. It does not seem possible that my Mistress could stand against 
men such as these for even a moment

But Mistress Pantariste fights with all the frenzy and fury of an enraged 
tigress. As the three hundred elite guardsmen come upon her, she slays, 
and she slays, and she slays. Soon the mighty men of Sparta begin to pile 
up like cord wood. And as she slays her foes, the pile grows. And still 
she slays, and she slays, and she slays. Until at last, the three hundred 
elite warriors lay in a massive heap that is like a mountain. And 
Pantariste the Amazon is the undisputed Queen of the mountain. For she 
stands triumphant upon over seven and a half tons of conquered male 
flesh, bone, and muscle. And perhaps there is about half an ounce of male 
brain tissue in that entire pile

The King of Sparta can not believe that his entire force of elite 
warriors has been struck down by just one Amazon. His desperation to save 
face has clouded his judgment. He draws his sword and climbs to the top 
of the pile in order to engage Pantariste the Amazon in single combat.
But my Mistress easily parries the stroke of his sword with her war ax, 
and she strikes off his head with the back swing. To my utter amazement, 
the once mighty King of Sparta still stands taller than my Mistress even 
though he is now headless. The gigantic carcass stands before her for a 
moment as the blood spurts high in the air from his severed neck. Then 
the massive headless corpse of Macholaos collapses and it lies upon it's 
back at the very top of the heap of bodies

As the hosts of the Greek armies approaches the pass of Thermopylae, they 
are frozen in their tracks by what they see. For the pass is clogged by 
the huge pile that is formed by the bodies of the three hundred elite 
warriors of Sparta. And there at the very top of the pile the triumphant 
Amazon, Pantariste stands with one foot placed upon the burly chest of 
the headless carcass of King Macholaos. She holds the severed head of the 
King of Sparta high in the air for all to see. Her voice is both arrogant 
and authoritative as she speaks to the men of Greece

"Warriors!", she cries fiercely, "Return to your homeland in peace! This 
fight is between the men of Sparta and the women of the Amazon Empire! 
This matter does not concern you! Be gone while you still have your 
testicles attached between your legs! Be none now!"

Only one single Amazon warrior faces over twenty thousand Greek warriors 
upon the field of battle. But the spectacle that she presents as she 
stands upon the carcasses of the three hundred mightiest warriors in all 
Greece, strikes fear into the hearts of the hosts of the Greet army. Many 
of these men think that they have been confronted by Artemis, the mighty 
war Goddess of the Amazons, herself. All twenty thousand men turn and 
flee from Pantariste the Amazon in terror. Twenty thousand men flee from 
the field of battle and run back to their city states. Thus just one 
woman has single handed turned back an invasion of the entire armies of 
Greece!

My Mistress stands majestically on top of the massive pile of dead men 
with one foot still placed upon the chest of the once mighty King of 
Sparta. She holds his severed head high in the air as she utters an 
exalted paean of victory to her Goddess. I crawl out from my place of 
hiding and I kneel and the base of this huge pile. My heart is filled 
with total awe and adoration for this magnificent warrior woman as I bow 
down my head to the ground before her

Now my Mistress collects her huge harvest of testicles. I empty out the 
large leather satchel that had been used to carry food and other supplies 
and useful items for Mistress Pantariste. I follow her about and I hold 
the bag open for her as she castrates King Macholaos and all of his men 
with her dagger. She puts the severed testicles of each man into the bag 
as she castrates him. By the time that Mistress Pantariste has castrated 
the last man, the large leather satchel is almost filled with the 
trophies of her victory over the men of Sparta

We have no sooner finished the laborious task of harvesting the testicles 
of the men that my Mistress has slain, than we see the hosts of the 
Amazon women approaching the pass of Thermopylae from the north. As the 
Amazon army draws near, Mistress Pantariste approaches Queen Andromache, 
holding the head of King Macholaos in her hand. As she stands before the 
Queen, I dump the sack full of severed testicles upon the ground at their 
feet. The daughters of Amazonia give Pantariste the Amazon a thunderous 
ovation as she places one foot upon the massive pile of pure masculinity 
and she holds the head of Macholaos high in the air for all to see

"I see that my sisters and I have traveled all this great distance for 
nothing!", Queen Andromache proclaims as she looks down upon the pile of 
severed testicles that Mistress Pantariste has placed her foot upon. "I 
see that the mighty King of Sparta is following in the path of his 
father.", Queen Andromache proclaims, "I am sure that his head will serve 
as well as a hassock for you to rest your foot upon as the head of his 
father serves me for the same purpose. Once again you have proven to be a 
mighty heroine of the Amazon Empire!"

Thus has my Mistress won a great victory over the King of Sparta and his 
mightiest warriors. I now put the head of Macholaos and the severed 
testicles of he and his men into the leather satchel in preparation for 
the long journey back to the city of Themiscrya. I look forward to 
telling the tale of this great victory to my fellow members of the 
inferior sex back in Themiscrya with great pride