Amazonomache - EPILOG - In the Land of the Dead
by Nerraw   nerraw0001@lycos.com
Att-Dak the Barbarian is in a total state of denial

Att-Dak the Barbarian steps aboard the ferry boat that is to take him
across the black river. The boat is crowded so the once mighty Warlord 
must take his seat at the very back of the boat near Charon, the 
ferryman. As Att-Dak walks down the isle in the center of the boat, he 
recognizes all of the men who are seated there as warriors who had 
served under his command in the final battle against the Amazons. Sorn 
the Sexist, Tarl the Terrible, Pig Face, Big Penis, Brutar the Brutal, 
Darin the Dominant, Himdel, Gorgan, Baldar the Brutal, Jarl Ulrich, 
Stonegar the Strong, Gorn the Gross. Goltar the Gloating, Mordred, 
Garth the Gory, and his own brother, Torfel are among the men who 
occupy the seats that are on either side of the isle. All of these men 
are sullen and silent, and their heads are bowed in humiliation and 
shame. No man speaks a word, for no man wishes to acknowledge his 
ultimate shame at having been slain by the hand of a woman! The arms of 
each man are folded across his chest as an attempt to hide the dainty 
little woman's footprint that each man wears upon his chest. For it is 
the custom of an Amazon woman to place her foot upon the chest of the 
man that she has slain upon the field of battle as she raises her arms 
high in the air in a victory salutation to her Goddess. Thus is the chest 
of each man clearly marked by the dark footprint of she who slew him in 
fair combat upon the field of battle.

At last Att-Dak the Barbarian arrives at the back of the boat and he 
takes the last unoccupied seat where he sits next to Bull-Cock the 
Brutal. This seat faces towards the back of the ferry boat so that    
Att-Dak must sit facing towards the grim boatman. Charon wears a black 
hooded shroud so that only his grim pale face and hands can be seen. His 
eyes burn into Att-Dak's very soul as he looks down upon the once mighty 
eight foot tall Warlord who is seated before him.

"I see that you had been a mighty Warlord.", Charon says to Att-Dak in 
a strange squeaky voice, "The one who slew you must indeed be a skilled 
and mighty warrior. Please tell me the name of the warrior who slew you 
in fair combat upon the field of battle."  Att-Dak the Barbarian squirms 
in his seat. He does not want to admit that he was killed by a woman in 
front of his men. "It was Hercules the mighty son of Zeus himself who 
slew me upon the field!", Att-Dak lies. "That FOOTPRINT on your chest 
looks awful small to have been made by a MAN'S foot!", Charon replies 
smugly. There is a knowing grin on his otherwise grim face as the 
ferryman pushes the boat off the shore with his long pole.

As the ferry boat glides slowly across the River Styx, the Barbarian 
Warlord tries frantically to rub the dainty little WOMAN'S footprint off 
of his chest. Charon chuckles gleefully as he watches Att-Dak's futile 
effort to remove the mark of shame from his broad muscular chest. "I will 
learn the name of SHE who slew you in due time!", the boatman says to the 
Warlord, "For her name shall soon be published in the Hades Gazette for 
all to see!"  Att-Dak winces at the thought that the news of his 
humiliating defeat at the hands of Queen Andromache might be published in 
a newspaper that would be distributed throughout the land of the dead.

As the boat arrives at it's destination, Att-Dak the Barbarian sees that 
he has failed to rub the tell tale footprint off of his chest. As the men 
disembark, Charon gives them final instructions. "Welcome to Hades, the 
land of the dead.", he announces grimly, "Since you men have all been 
slain in fair combat upon the field of battle, you should all take the 
road that leads to the north. At the end of this road you will find two 
roads that branch off in opposite directions. Should there be any man 
among you who has not been slain by the hand of a woman, he should take 
the road that goes to the west where he will be allowed to enter the 
gates of Valhalla! The rest of you men must take the road that leads to 
the east. There you will enter the palace of Artemis, the great war 
Goddess of the Amazons, and you will become her property and her slaves!"

Att-Dak follows behind his men as they wander seemingly aimlessly 
through the vast wasteland that is known as Hades or the land of the 
dead. These men quickly find themselves completely surrounded by a 
multitude of spirits of those who had died before them. "Who slew you?", 
the curious spirits ask the newly arrived men. The men are sullen and 
silent and their heads are bowed in humiliation and shame. For no man 
wants to admit out loud his shame of having been slain by the hand of a 
woman. "Who slew you?", the shrilll high pitched voices of the spirits 
are terse and demanding now. But the once proud and arrogant warriors are 
unwilling to answer their question. "Who slew you?", the persistent 
spirits demand of Bull-Cock the Brutal, who is the largest and strongest 
of the warriors who are passing among them.

"I was the first kill of an Amazon maiden who stood not even half as tall 
as I", Bull-Cock finally blurts out. The tears of humiliation and shame 
flow down his cheeks as he speaks. "I was slain by the mighty heroine 
Thraso the Amazon!" The gleeful, shrill, derisive laughter of the spirits 
is a deafening roar in the ears of the men as Bull-Cock the Brutal makes 
his shameful admission. Gradually under the constant pestering of the 
inquisitive spirits each man surrenders his macho pride and admits that 
he was slain by a woman. He is rewarded for his honesty by the constant 
scorn and ridicule of the spirits who continue to taunt and tease him and 
to make cruel sport of him.

By the time the men reach the fork at the end of the road leading north, 
only Att-Dak the Barbarian remains in a state of denial. Att-Dak refuses 
to acknowledge to the spirits or even to himself that he was slain by a 
woman's hand. All of Att-Dak's men follow the road to the east that leads 
to the palace of Artemis, the great war Goddess of the Amazons. These men 
have all acknowledged that they have been slain by an Amazon in fair 
combat upon the field of battle and that they are thus rightfully the 
slaves and property of Artemis. But the still proud and arrogant and 
headstrong Att-Dak the Barbarian insists on taking the road to the west 
and on trying to enter into the kingdom of Valhalla.

As Att-Dak approaches the gates of Valhalla he is greeted by Geiravor the 
Valkyrie. "Hail to thee oh mighty heroic Warlord!", she cries, "My sister 
Valkyries and I look forward to serving you and acknowledging you as our 
lord and master! What is the name of the mighty hero who slew you in fair 
combat upon the field of battle?" Geiravor is a beautiful woman who 
stands about two heads shorter than the man who intends to deceive her. 
Att-Dak's penis begins to stiffen as he gazes lustfully upon her firm 
round breasts and her voluptuous figure. She is absolutely magnificent 
from the top of her long blonde hair to the soles of her bare feet. She 
wears a brief loincloth made of chain mail. Another scanty scrap of chain 
mail barely covers her ample breasts. The Valkyrie wears a bronze winged 
helmet on her head. She holds a spear in her right hand.

"It was Hercules  the mighty son of Zeus himself who slew me upon the 
field!", the Warlord lies. But as Att-Dak draws nearer, the Valkyrie's 
bright smile turns into a contemptuous sneer. "Do you think that I am a 
fool?", Geiravor demands scornfully, "You think that I would not 
recognize that FOOTPRINT upon your chest as being that of a WOMAN? It is 
easier for a camel to crawl through the eye of a needle than for a man 
with a WOMAN'S footprint upon his chest to enter into the Kingdom of 
Valhalla!"

At this time the great god Odin himself appears at the great gates of 
Valhalla. "I will give you one more chance to prove that you are a man!", 
he proclaims, "If you can vanquish my Valkyrie in a contest of hand to 
hand combat, then you will be permitted to enter into the Kingdom of 
Valhalla!" Geiravor drives her spear into the ground at her feet, "So be 
it!", she cries fiercely. A multitude of Valkyries and heroes who have 
died in ancient battles come out through the gates of Valhalla to witness 
the contest that is about to take place.

Att-Dak acts very arrogant and contemptuous towards Geiravor. He flexes 
his massive biceps as he poses for the heroes of Valhalla. The male 
spectators cheer and the Valkyries boo as the Warlord makes a grandiose 
kind of speech just like the Gladiators in the Roman Arena often make. 
The heroes cheer and the Valkyries boo as Att-Dak brags about how he is 
going to kick the Shield Maiden's sweet little ass. Att-Dak beats his 
broad muscular chest with clenched fists as he talks. The sound of his 
fists beating against his burly chest is much like that of a base drum. 
There is an expression of haughty pride, defiance, and fierce 
determination on Geiravor's stunningly beautiful face as she listens to 
the arrogant boasting of this big bully of a man.

"What is the difference between Att-Dak the Barbarian and a horse's ass?" 
Geiravor asks the crowd when the man has finished making his bellicose 
speeches. No one knows the answer to her question. "Att-Dak is the one 
who has a woman's FOOTPRINT on his chest!" The heroes laugh heartily at 
this clever quip.

When at last the fight is about to begin, the Warlord and the Valkyrie 
are facing each other before the gates of Valhalla. Att-Dak is confidant 
of a quick and easy victory since he is so much larger than his female 
opponent. This total mismatch between the two combatants becomes even 
more apparent as Odin announces both the height and the weight of the two 
fighters. "To my left, standing eight foot tall, and weighing two hundred 
and seventy pounds, the once mighty Warlord, Att-Dak the Barbarian!" The 
men in the audience cheer their champion, and then their cheering turns 
to wolf whistles and cat calls as Odin continues making his announcement. 
"And his opponent! Standing five foot one inch tall, and weighing one 
hundred and ten pounds, Geiravor the Valkyrie!"

At last Odin steps back and the fight begins as the two combatants 
approach each other. The big bully stands there before the gates of 
Valhalla as he boasts of how he is going to kick the living shit out of 
that uppity little bitch.

"When this fucking fight is over", Att-Dak boasts arrogantly, "you are 
going to wish that you had stayed in your fucking place in the fucking 
kitchen where all of you fucking women belong! Because I am going to 
knock your fucking head off, cunt! And after I have knocked you out cold, 
I am going to FUCK you right here in front of everybody! And I."

Suddenly his bellicose boasting is cut short as the Valkyrie snaps a 
stiff right jab into the big man's face, and he staggers backwards, 
stunned. The enraged bully charges Geiravor swinging his fists wildly. He 
aims a right cross at the petite little blonde's face that would have 
taken off her head had she not nimbly ducked under it.

Geiravor counters by shooting a hard left to the big man's gut followed 
by a right cross to his jaw. Att-Dak attacks her again and again, but 
each time she manages to out maneuver him and to get the better of 
him. She soon has her much larger male opponent staggering before her 
on rubber legs. By this time it is obvious that she has him hopelessly 
out classed in terms of speed, agility, fighting skill, intelligence, 
courage, and just plain moxie. The Shield Maidens in the audience are 
yelling for Geiravor to "KILL HIM!"

All of the macho heroes of Valhalla are frantically yelling for Att-Dak 
the Barbarian to turn this around, and for him to "KILL THAT CUNT!!" 
Although they can see that Att-Dak is getting the living shit kicked out 
of him, they still hope that he will at last triumph over Geiravor in the 
end because they have blind faith in the superiority of the male over the 
female. These men are totally outraged and shocked that this uppity 
little female could possibly be doing this to a MAN!

Geiravor snaps a right jab into the Warlord's already bloody and battered 
face, and then she rocks him with a left cross that almost sends him to 
his knees. "Now I am going to put your big muscle bound ass down for the 
count!", the Shield Maiden hisses at him through clenched teeth as she 
moves in for the kill. It is only the feeble remains of his stubborn male 
ego and his masculine pride that is keeping Att-Dak the Barbarian from 
going down as Geiravor rocks him with three fast punches to his face.

Odin starts to move in and stop the fight and to declare the Valkyrie to 
be the winner. "NO!", Geiravor protests to the great God Odin 
emphatically, "I said that I was going to put his big muscle bound ass 
down for the count, and that is what I intend to do!"  Odin complies 
with her and the Shield Maiden continues to use her much larger male 
opponent for a punching bag. She backs Att-Dak up against the wall and 
she pounds his chest and stomach. She alternates lefts and rights to the 
side of his face, causing his head to swivel back and forth. At last she 
ends the fight by smashing him in the mouth with a solid right. The big 
man falls sideways to the turf, and then he rolls over on his back and he 
lies spread eagled upon the ground.

Odin counts Att-Dak out. The women in the audience give Geiravor a 
thunderous ovation as she steps forward and she places her right foot 
firmly upon the big man's chest. Odin grabs hold of the Valkyrie's wrist 
and raises her fist in token of victory as he makes his announcement, 
"The WINNER! By a KNOCKOUT! Geiravor the Cock Killer!"  The sexist heroes 
of Valhalla all stare in shocked disbelief as the Valkyrie poses for them 
with her dainty little foot planted firmly upon Att-Dak the Barbarian's 
massive chest, and with her arms raised high in the air in token of 
victory. They are totally dismayed that this petite little woman has 
beaten a much larger male opponent at his own game. Seeing this man who 
had been the symbol and the icon of the male principle and of all that is 
masculine, totally demolished by a mere female has been a crushing blow 
to their fragile male egos. The female spectators are cheering wildly, 
but most the men in the audience are silent and subdued. Many of these 
men can be seen handing over gold coins to the Shield Maidens that they 
have made bets with.

As the Victrix maintains her classical pose of victory with one foot 
planted firmly upon the massive bull chest of her vanquished male foe, 
she compares her own foot to the footprint that is imprinted there. She 
calls Odin's attention to the fact that her foot is nearly identical in 
size and shape to the footprint that is on Att-Dak's chest. "There can be 
no doubt that this man has been slain by the hand of a WOMAN!", Odin 
roars loudly, "He is therefore banished from the Kingdom of Valhalla!"

Att-Dak is booed and hissed by the heroes of Valhalla as the Victrix 
removes her foot from his chest and she allows him to get to his feet. 
"Get your sorry ass to the Palace of Artemis!", they all cry in anger. 
But before the twice conquered Warlord can scurry away in shame, a 
delivery man arrives with a cart full of newspapers. It is the latest 
edition of the Hades Gazette. The delivery man passes out a copy of the 
newspaper to Odin and to Geiravor and to each of the heroes and to each 
of the Valkyries of the Kingdom of Valhalla.

Suddenly the scorn and ridicule of Att-Dak's tormentors increases 
tenfold. "Get your sorry ass to the Palace of Artemis!", cries the heroes 
of Valhalla. "Get your sorry ass to the Palace of Artemis!", cries the 
Valkyries. "Get your sorry ass to the Palace of Artemis!", Odin cries. 
They all hold up their copy of the Hades Gazette for the Warlord to see. 
Att-Dak the Barbarian is numb with horror as he reads the screaming 
headlines that are printed on page one of the paper:

Andromache, Queen of the Amazons Slays Brutal Warlord, Att-Dak the 
Barbarian In Fair Combat Upon the Field of Battle!

Covering over half of the page is a huge picture that shows the once 
proud and mighty Warlord's eight foot carcass being carried upon his huge 
bronze shield by his six highest ranking captains. The heads of these six 
once proud warriors are now bowed in humiliation and shame as they march 
naked through the streets of Themiscrya. And Andromache the Queen of the 
Amazons is shown standing upon the shield with one foot placed upon the 
broad muscular chest of the enemy that she has slain in single combat 
upon the field of battle. She holds her fearsome war ax high in the air 
in an exalted and triumphant salutation to the Goddess Artemis as she 
looks proudly up towards the domain of her Goddess.

The ridicule of his tormentors rings in his ears as Att-Dak flees from 
the gates of Valhalla. As he arrives at the fork in the road, the Warlord 
is greeted by the mirthful and derisive laughter of the spirits. These 
spirits all hold up their copy of the Hades Gazette for him to see.

Att-Dak rushes past the fork in the road and he takes the road that leads 
to the east and to the Palace of Artemis. Soon he sees the magnificent 
palace in the distance. But as he approaches the great gate of the palace 
he is confronted by a large sign that reads:

MALE SCUM!
YOU ARE  HEREBY REQUIRED TO GET DOWN ON YOUR BELLY  AND TO CRAWL  TO THE 
FEET OF YOUR MISTRESS, ARTEMIS,THE GREAT WAR GODDESS OF THE AMAZONS.
FOR THE PRIVELAGE OF STANDING  PROUDLY  ERRECT  IS  RESERVED  TO SHE 
WHO HAS EMERGED TRIUMPHANT OVER YOU UPON THE FIELD OF BATTLE!

Att-Dak gets down on his belly and crawls towards the great gate of the 
palace. As he crawls nearer to the gate one of the two Amazons who stand 
guard there approaches him. She places her foot firmly upon the back of 
his neck and she shoves his face down into the dirt. "Male scum!", she 
cries, "Dare you to enter still clothed into the Palace of Artemis, the 
great war Goddess of the Amazons? When you enter here your status in life 
shall be beneath that of a dog! Therefore it is appropriate that you 
enter here naked as the lower form of being that you are!" The other 
Amazon who guards the gate draws her dagger and she cuts off Att-Dak's 
panther skin loincloth and she tosses it upon the huge pile of other such 
garments that has collected by the side of the road over the years. 
Planting her foot on his back between his shoulder blades, she pulls off  
his leather metal studded vambraces one by one and she tosses them onto 
the pile also. At last the Amazon places her foot on the back of each of 
his legs just above the knee as she pulls off his boots and she tosses 
them upon the pile also.

Now that the once mighty Warlord has been properly stripped naked, the 
Amazon pulls open the gate so that he may pass through it. The first 
Amazon removes her foot from the nape of his neck and she tells him that 
he may crawl on his belly into the palace of Artemis. Att-Dak crawls up 
the fourteen marble steps, through the gates, and into the palace of 
Artemis. The Amazon shuts the gates behind him.

Att-Dak now finds himself in a large ornately decorated room. The room is 
about two hundred feet wide and about six hundred feet long. The ceiling 
is about one hundred feet above the cold marble floor. The walls of the 
room are covered by huge murals that depict Amazons triumphant over their 
male foes upon the field of battle. The once proud and mighty Warlord 
sees that a crew of male slaves are busy painting a new mural upon the 
wall. Though the mural is not yet finished, Att-Dak sees that it depicts 
him being carried upon his huge bronze shield through the streets of 
Themiscrya, the capital city of the Amazon Empire. He sees that it shows 
Andromache, the Queen of the Amazons standing triumphantly upon the 
shield with one foot placed so arrogantly upon his broad muscular chest. 
He sees that the crew of naked male slaves are copying the picture that 
is on the front page of the Hades Gazette.

Many Amazon heroines who have died before him sit along the walls on both 
sides of the throne room of Artemis. For men who have been slain by an 
Amazon in fair combat upon the field of battle, the Palace of Artemis is 
a place of servitude and slavery. But for a woman who has served her 
Goddess valiantly upon the field of battle, the Palace of Artemis is the 
Amazon's equivalent of Valhalla. Though all of these women had died of 
old age, they now appear to be young and beautiful. None of these women 
had been slain by a man upon the field of battle. Two or more naked male 
slaves grovels at the feet of each woman. Once upon a time each of these 
men had been conquered upon the field of battle by the woman that he now 
grovels before. He had then served her as her slave for the remainder of 
his life. After death his body had been buried at the feet of his 
Mistress. This is so that one day when archeologists discover the graves 
they will know that the man was the slave of the woman. Now each man 
continues to serve his Mistress as her slave in the after world. He will 
continue to serve her thus for the rest of all eternity.

Artemis, the great war Goddess of the Amazons sits majestically upon her 
throne at the very far end of the room. Her magnificently carved throne 
sits upon a marble dais that is six steps above the Palace floor. Att-Dak 
had expected the Goddess to be at least twenty feet tall. To his surprise 
he now sees that she is only about four and a half feet tall. The fact 
that the Goddess Artemis is so much smaller than the men that she totally 
dominates does not serve to diminish their awe and their fear of her, but 
only serves to multiply the humiliation of these men who obey her every 
command without hesitation and without question.

Att-Dak slowly crawls towards the feet of she who he now acknowledges as 
his superior. He does not crawl very far before all of the Amazons in the 
great hall take notice of him and they begin to heap their ridicule and 
scorn upon him. They hold up their copies of the Hades Gazette for him to 
see. They laugh and they jeer him and they make cruel sport of him. The 
cruel derisive laughter of the women rings in the former Warlord's ears 
as he continues to crawl across the cold stone floor.

As Att-Dak the Barbarian approaches the lowest step of her dais, Artemis 
tersely commands him to, "STAY!" Att-Dak obediently lies still at the 
foot of the dais. The Goddess picks up her copy of the Hades Gazette from 
a small table next to her throne and she holds it out for him to see. 
"You are tardy. cock!", she declares, "I do not like to be kept waiting 
by a lowly male scum like you!".

Artemis replaces the newspaper on the small table. She stands up and she 
walks down the steps of the dais. She places her bare foot firmly upon 
Att-Dak's neck and she shoves his face down hard against the cold marble 
floor. "I just love big tough macho men like you!", she says to him, 
"Especially when they are laying on the floor at my feet!" There is a 
chorus of derisive female laughter in response to her biting comment. 
Then Artemis rolls him over on his back with her foot and she places her 
foot on his chest.

"Why were you tardy in arriving here?", the Goddess demands tersely.  
Att-Dak has not the courage to lie to this awesome woman. He truthfully 
explains to her all that has taken place since he arrived in Hades, the 
land of the dead. Artemis presses her foot down harder upon the man's 
chest. "Are you still confused as to who slew you in fair combat upon the 
field of battle?", she demands sternly. "No, Superior One!", Att-Dak 
proclaims. "Who slew you?", the Goddess demands. "Andromache, the Queen 
of the Amazons, slew me, Superior One!", Att-Dak mumbles incoherently. 
"What was that?", the Goddess demands, "I can't hear you!" She again 
presses her foot down harder upon his chest. "Andromache, the Queen of 
the Amazons, slew me, Superior One!", the big man answers in a much 
louder voice. "Can you women hear him?", the Goddess asks the Amazons who 
sit along the walls on both sides of the room. "No! We can not hear 
him!", the Amazons all answer her as though in one voice. "Andromache, 
the Queen of the Amazons, slew me, Superior One!", Att-Dak shouts his 
answer now. "What was that?", Artemis asks him feigning skepticism, "Are 
you saying that you were slain by a WOMAN?" The women in the great hall 
are all giggling now. "Y-Yes, Superior One!", the once proud warrior 
gasps. The tears of humiliation are running down the sides of his face. 
"Yes what?", Artemis demands cruelly. "Yes! I was slain by a WOMAN, 
Superior One!", the now totally humbled man cries.

Artemis changes the position of her foot so that her heel rests upon  
Att-Dak's burly chest and the ball of her foot hovers about eight inches 
above his mouth. "You will acknowledge my right to claim you as my 
property and my slave by KISSING MY FOOT!", the Goddess proclaims. She 
increases his humiliation by making Att-Dak stretch both his neck and his 
lips in order to reach the ball of her foot with his lips. The Amazons 
cheer gleefully as the man presses his lips firmly against the ball of 
her foot and he renders onto his Mistress the ultimate kiss of 
submission. But the Goddess is not satisfied with having thus humiliated 
her male slave. She now makes him lick her foot with his tongue for 
several minutes. She makes him lick the ball of her foot. She makes him 
lick her heel and the high arch and instep of her foot. And at last, as 
all of the Amazon women look on with wicked delight, she makes him lick 
between her toes.

It is only after the Goddess is satisfied that her man slave has totally 
surrendered his once so arrogant masculine pride on to her that she 
removes her heel from his chest and she commands him to get to his knees 
and to swear his oath of OBEDIANCE on to her. All of the women in the 
great hall look on in amused silence as this once proud man now kneels 
naked before his Mistress. His once proud head is now bowed in a posture 
of humility as he stutters and stammers his oath of obedience onto her. 
He swears that from this day forward until the end of all eternity that 
he will be her faithful and obedient slave and he swears that he will 
obey her in all things and that he will obey her at all times.

"HEAD TO FLOOR!", the great Goddess of the Amazons demands tersely when 
the man has finished voicing his oath of obedience. The once so arrogant 
Att-Dak the Barbarian obediently lowers his head to the floor at her  
feet. His whole body is trembling violently both from his extreme terror 
of this awesome woman and from the stinging humiliation that he now 
feels. Once again the Goddess Artemis feels that strange thrill of power 
and of triumph as she looks smugly down upon this once powerful man who 
now kowtows at her feet.

The Amazons give their Goddess a thunderous ovation as she steps forward 
and she places her foot firmly upon Att-Dak's neck and she proclaims him 
to be her property and her slave. Artemis smiles triumphantly as she 
looks down upon the now thoroughly beaten man who kowtows at her feet. 
Yes, all of his life this man had been a vile rapist and a brutal 
oppressor of women. This man had been somewhat of a challenge to the 
Goddess Artemis. He had been a most proud, arrogant, headstrong, and 
stubborn man. But now he knows his place.