With My Head Held High!
by Nerraw
Big tough Macho Man messes with the wrong woman - TWICE!

My name is Rodney Redneck, and just recently Madame Zara, a woman who 
claims to be of great psychic powers, has told me that in ancient times 
in a past life that I had been a brutal Warlord who was known as Rodney 
the Barbarian. She told me that I had been a bully, a rapist, and a 
brutal oppressor of women who had ruled over thousands of acres of land. 
I had possessed a massive fortune of gold, and diamonds, and sapphires, 
and emeralds, and rubies, and all manner of precious stones. The one 
hundred of my mightiest warriors had served me as my elite personal 
guard. And there were over three hundred beautiful slave girls in my 
seraglio. But Madame Zara had said that I was not satisfied. For the 
fact that the land to the south was ruled by women was an affront to my 
MANHOOD and a threat to my MALE EGO. Thus was I determined to conquer 
the Amazon Nation. And after a fierce fight between Orithia, the Queen 
of the Amazons, and myself, Madame Zara had told me that I had at last 
realized my life long dream and that I had entered Themiscrya, the 
Capital city of the Amazon Empire with my head held high! Of coarse I 
don’t believe in any of that psychic bullshit or in any of that past 
life crap either…. 

I have always been obsessed with the desire to prove that women are 
inferior to men in violent contact sports such as boxing. I had heard 
about a girl named Bianca Ballbuster who loved to box with men. Bianca 
claims to have been a Queen of the Amazons in a past life, and that she 
can defeat any man in the boxing arena. Bianca is obviously another 
fruitcake just like that Madame Zara………………………… 

I challenged Bianca Ballbuster to meet me in the boxing ring. We found a 
ring in a local gym and there are about a hundred people on hand to 
observe the bout. Bianca is a beautiful girl, who is quite a bit smaller 
than me, and with a very good figure. She looks especially appealing in 
her skimpy leopard skin bikini and her bare feet. She is smiling and she 
appears confident that she will win……………. 

The contrast between Bianca Ballbuster and myself is absolutely 
stunning. Bianca’s petite little figure and graceful beauty makes her 
the very picture of femininity. And my enormous size and strength, my 
coarse brutal masculine face, my broad muscular hairy chest, and most of 
all, my arrogant contempt for all living things other than myself, makes 
me the symbol and the icon of the male principle and of all that is 
masculine. This fight should be a piece of cake since I am a GIANT 
compared to my female opponent……………………. 

The mismatch between us is made even more obvious as the ring announcer 
makes his introductions. “In this corner....Standing six foot nine 
inches tall..... And weighing two hundred and seventy eight 
pounds.....That massive GIANT of a man…..RODNEY REDNECK!!! And his 
opponent.....Standing five foot one inch tall.....And weighing one 
hundred and ten pounds.....The lovely and vivacious…… BIANCA THE GIANT 
KILLER, BALLBUSTER!!!” 

The bell rings and we approach each other. She starts off by landing a 
roundhouse right, followed by an uppercut, which sends me to my knees. 
She has already scored her first knockdown. She has no trouble solving 
my defense and she knocks me off my feet twice more before even a minute 
goes by……… 

I am no match for her. She has me so scared that I piss in by boxing 
trunks! She repeatedly backs me up against the ropes and she batters my 
arms and body. She is too fast for me and I can’t get away from her. She 
lands a perfect right to my jaw. I see stars and I collapse on the 
canvas. I hear the voice of the referee as though he is way off in the 
distance. “EIGHT! NINE! TEN! HE’S OUT!”……… 

The fight is over! Bianca has totally demolished me! She has humiliated 
me in front of an audience of a hundred fans by scoring a one round 
knockout! The roar of the crowd rings in my ears as they give her a 
thunderous ovation. I feel the weight of her dainty little bare foot on 
my chest as Bianca poses triumphantly over me with her arms raised high 
in the air. Then I fall back into the blackness of 
unconsciousness………………………………………. 

* * *     * * * * *     * * * My head is spinning wildly and I am 
falling back thousands of years in time. What Madame Zara had told me is 
true after all. For I am now the Warlord who is known as Rodney the 
Barbarian! Back in the twenty first century I had been a somewhat larger 
than normal man who had stood six foot nine inches tall and who had 
weighed two hundred and seventy eight pounds. But during this miraculous 
transportation back in time, I have also undergone a miraculous physical 
transformation. I am now a giant of a man who stands a full seven feet 
tall and who weighs over three hundred pounds. The harsh life of these 
savage times has given me the massive hard and well defined muscles of a 
champion professional body builder. There is now a high concentration of 
testosterone in my body that amplifies my masculine characteristics to 
radical proportions. I have become a brutal rapist and a ruthless 
oppressor of women. I am determined to keep all women down in their 
rightful place of subservience to men and trampled down beneath my big 
callused foot. I am the most hated male enemy of the women of the Amazon 
Nation, and Queen Orithia has offered a reward of one thousand talons of 
gold to any woman who brings her my head. I in turn have offered a 
reward of TWO thousand talons of gold to any man who brings me her 
head………………………………... 

I rule over thousands of acres of land and I possess a massive fortune 
of gold, and diamonds, and sapphires, and emeralds, and rubies, and all 
manner of precious stones. The one hundred of my mightiest warriors 
serves me as my elite personal guard. And there are over three hundred 
beautiful slave girls in my seraglio. But alas I am not satisfied! For I 
bear a bitter hatred towards the women of the Amazon Nation. I am 
determined to punish these women for what they had done to my brother, 
and for what they had done to both my father, and to his father before 
him.  I am determined to destroy the great city of Themiscrya which is 
the capital city of the Amazon Empire. I am going to conquer the 
Gynarchy of Amazonia and I am going to establish MALE SUPREMACY as the 
law of the land……………………………………………….. 

Many men have tried to conquer the women of the Amazon Nation before me. 
And all of these men had failed. My own brother Bull-Cock the Brutal had 
tried to conquer the Gynarchy of Amazonia. He entered the city of 
Themiscrya with his wrists bound firmly behind his back with a rawhide 
thong. My brother and his conqueress had presented a most comical sight 
as they had entered the city. For although Bull-Cock’s head was bowed in 
humiliation and shame, he still towered above the woman who had led him 
naked upon a leash as though he were a dog. This humiliating spectacle 
had been made even more embarrassing by the fact that a huge crowd of 
haughty Amazon women had gathered to taunt him and to tease him and to 
make cruel sport of him. My brother had entered into the city of 
Themiscrya as a woman’s slave. He had entered the capital city of the 
Amazon Empire with his head bowed in humiliation and shame. But unlike 
my brother before me, I intend to enter the city of Themiscrya not as a 
slave, but as a Conqueror! I intend to enter the city of Themiscrya with 
my head held high!…… 

My father before me was the mighty Warlord, Orloff the Destroyer. My 
father had tried to conquer the Gynarchy of Amazonia. My father had been 
carried into the city of Themiscrya as he lay upon his back upon his own 
shield. His huge bronze shield had been carried upon the shoulders of 
his eight highest ranking captains. The heads of these eight men were 
bowed in humiliation and shame as they marched naked through the gates 
of Themiscrya. Marpesia, the Queen of the Amazons, had stood triumphant 
upon the shield with one foot placed so arrogantly upon my father’s 
chest. Throngs of women gave their Queen a thunderous ovation as this 
triumphal procession passed through the streets of the city. The women 
of Themiscrya were in total awe of the striking contrast between their 
five foot one inch tall and one hundred and ten pound Queen and the 
eight foot tall and three hundred pound carcass of the man that she slew 
in fair combat upon the field of battle. Later Queen Marpesia had loped 
off my father’s head with her war ax and she had used it as a hassock to 
rest her foot upon as it lay upon the dais at the foot of her throne. 
But I intend to avenge this massive humiliation of my father. Unlike my 
father before me, I intend to enter the city of Themiscrya with my head 
held high!………………………………… 

My father’s father before him was the mighty Warlord, Att-Dak the 
Barbarian. He too had tried to conquer the Gynarchy of Amazonia. My 
father’s father and thirty of his men had entered the city of Themiscrya 
in an oxcart. The lifeless carcasses of these men were piled up upon the 
floor of the oxcart like cordwood would be piled up before a winter’s 
fireplace. And my father’s father, Att-Dak the Barbarian had the dubious 
honor of being the man who lay topmost upon the heap. The oxcart was 
pulled through the streets of Themiscrya by ten of Att-Dak’s mightiest 
warriors who were chained to the tongue of the oxcart in place of oxen. 
The heads of these ten men were bowed in humiliation and shame as they 
were paraded naked through the streets of Themiscrya. Hippolyte, the 
Queen of the Amazons, had stood triumphant upon the pile of men that she 
had slain in fair combat upon the field of battle. Her foot was placed 
so arrogantly upon Att-Dak’s massive chest. The throngs of women gave 
their Queen a thunderous ovation as this triumphal procession had passed 
through the streets of Themiscrya. But unlike my father’s father before 
him, I will enter the capital city of the Amazon Empire as a conqueror. 
I intend to proudly enter the city of Themiscrya with my head held 
high!……………………………………………… 

As I approach the border of the Amazon Empire I see that the hosts of 
the Amazon Nation are already waiting there for me. These Amazons are 
led by Queen Orithia who is the daughter of Queen Marpesia, the woman 
who slew my father. These fierce warrior women are determined that not 
even one of their brutal male foes shall even set foot upon their 
beloved homeland of Amazonia. But I have other plans. I am confident of 
a quick and easy victory over the daughters of the Amazon Nation. I can 
see that there are only about ten thousand Amazons to try to stop an 
invasion force of over thirty thousand men! Also I can see that each of 
my men is much bigger and stronger than any uppity little female that he 
might encounter upon the field of battle. But my greatest advantage that 
I believe that I enjoy over these foolish women is the fact that I am a 
member of the superior male sex. I am confident that these women will 
soon fall before me and my men even as a field of hay would fall before 
the reaper’s scythe. I am confident that I will soon enter the city of 
Themiscrya with my head held high!… 

But Orithia, the Queen of the Amazons, walks boldly forward so that she 
stands a hundred feet in front of the hosts of the Amazon army. "Rodney 
the Barbarian!”, she cries stridently, “Come forth to fight me in single 
combat upon the field of battle! Let us determine by man to woman combat 
which sex shall be dominant over the other for the rest of all eternity! 
Is the mighty Warlord, Rodney the Barbarian, afraid of a WOMAN? Then let 
him come forth and fight me now!”……………………………………………….… 

I have no choice but to go forth to fight this woman if I am not to 
loose face in front of my men. Thus has the Queen of the Amazons so 
cleverly manipulated my arrogant male ego. She has thus changed the odds 
from three men against one woman to one man against one woman. But I am 
confident that I can defeat her. Even from a distance I can see that I 
am much taller and heavier than she is. I am confident that she will be 
no match for my superior size and strength.I will easily conquer her and 
then I will enter the city of Themiscrya with my head held 
high!……………………………… 

But as I approach Queen Orithia, my heart is frozen with terror. For I 
recognize the stunningly beautiful face of the woman that I am about to 
face in single combat upon the field of battle. I recognize her as the 
girl named BIANCA BALLBUSTER! I now suddenly realize that Bianca was 
telling the truth after all when she had claimed to have been a Queen of 
the Amazons in a past life. For Queen Orithia is the very same Bianca 
Ballbuster who had totally demolished me in the boxing ring in less than 
a round. She is the same Bianca Ballbuster who had humiliated me in 
front of an audience of a hundred fans by laying me flat on my back on 
the canvas. She is the same Bianca who had placed her dainty little bare 
foot upon my broad muscular chest as she had raised her fists high in 
the air in token of victory……………………………………. 

I am about to run back to the safety of my men when I suddenly remember 
the words of Madame Zara. “And after a fierce fight between Orithia, the 
Queen of the Amazons, and yourself,” Madame Zara had told me, “you had 
at last entered Themiscrya, the Capital city of the Amazon Empire with 
your head held high!”… 

My courage returns to me and I swagger arrogantly before Queen Orithia. 
I flex my massive biceps and I beat my chest with clenched fists in 
order to intimidate her. The sound of my fists beating against my chest 
is like that of a war drum that can be heard throughout the ranks of the 
entire Amazon army. “Kneel Down cunt!”, I demand tersely, “And KISS the 
head of my PENIS in token of your total and unconditional surrender to 
me and to the principles of MALE SUPREMACY! For I intend to enter the 
great Amazon city of Themiscrya as a conqueror WITH MY HEAD HELD 
HIGH!”…… 

Then her eyes meet mine and my courage flees from me even as the 
cowardly male jackal would flee from the fierce tigress in the jungle. 
For at that moment we both know in our hearts that I am no match for her 
even though I stand more than two and a half heads taller than she and 
even though I am nearly triple her weight. And yet in a desperate show 
of arrogant masculine pride, my face is a mask of fierce macho bravado 
as I yell a barbaric war cry at my female opponent. But there is an 
expression of both disgust and of arrogant contempt on the Amazon 
Queen’s face as her eyes focus on the darkening stain that is spreading 
in the crotch of my bear skin loincloth. For my true terror of this 
awesome warrior woman is betrayed to her by the fact that I am urinating 
in my own loincloth………………………………….… 

In a last desperate effort to save face in front of my men and to 
salvage my fragile male ego, I draw my sword and I charge recklessly 
upon her. The Queen of the Amazons evades my attack with a swift cat 
like agility and her deadly double edged war ax is a flash. The whole 
world seems to be spinning crazily as my head pops up several feet into 
the air. And then it falls to the earth with a dull thud and it rolls 
across the ground until it comes to rest at the feet of my triumphant 
female opponent……………………………… 

Through glazed dead eyes I see my own headless carcass standing before 
me with the blood spurting up into the air through its severed neck. I 
then see Queen Orithia shove her foot against the chest of my headless 
corpse so that it topples over on it’s back with a loud crash. I see 
that my throbbing erect penis has popped out from under it’s loin cloth 
and is sticking straight up in the air as though it were a monument to 
the triumph of woman over man in the age old battle of the sexes. My hot 
sperm spurts up high in the air as my throbbing erection shoots off it’s 
final load. Then it falls limp and it dangles down between my legs as 
though it were bowing down it’s head at the feet of she who has slain me 
in fair combat upon the field of battle……………………………………… 

Queen Orithia rolls my head over on it’s back beneath her foot so that I 
am staring up at her. The Queen looks down upon me with an expression of 
smug superiority and of gloating triumph upon her stunningly beautiful 
face. She studies the expression of terror, and pain, and humiliation, 
and of shocked disbelief that is frozen upon my face for a moment. There 
is no doubt that she derives a great deal of pleasure from knowing that 
these were the emotions that I had thought and felt as I suddenly 
realized that I was experiencing the ultimate humiliation being fairly 
slain by a woman’s hand. Though I am dead, I still hear her words as she 
speaks to me in a mocking tone. “Your head will serve me well as a 
hassock to rest my foot upon as it lies upon the dais at the foot of my 
throne in Themiscrya!”, she gloats arrogantly, “Just as the head of your 
father, Orloff the destroyer, had served my mother, Queen Marpesia, so 
well for the same purpose. And your big ugly buck teeth will scratch my 
heel when it itches.” She playfully presses her bare foot into my cold 
dead face. Then she grabs hold of my head by it’s hair and then stepping 
forward, she places her foot upon my chest. And she holds my severed 
head high in the air for all to see…………………… 

Though I am now dead, my brain yet burns with the stinging humiliation 
of having been slain in fair combat upon the field of battle by a member 
of the so called weaker female sex. I can still hear the wild cheering 
of the now jubilant Amazon women as Orithia, the Queen of the Amazons, 
stands triumphant with one foot upon my chest and she holds my severed 
head high in the air for all to see. I can still hear the demoralized 
cries of dismay from my men as they realize that their mighty Warlord, 
Rodney the Barbarian, is dead……………….. 

Though my eyes are now glazed over in death, I can still see that all of 
my men are now totally demoralized. I can still see that the weapons of 
many of my men have slipped from their numb fingers as they stare at the 
heroic Amazon Queen who stands triumphant before them. I see the 
expression of horror on the faces of these men as they look upon the 
object that the triumphant Queen of the Amazons holds high in the air 
above her head. Though I am dead, I still realize what a terrifying 
sight my severed head must present to these men who had looked upon me 
as their mighty champion and as their god. My shaggy matted hair and 
beard is soaked with sweat and caked with my own blood, and the dust and 
dirt of the battle field. A horrible expression of terror, and pain, and 
humiliation, and of shocked disbelief is frozen upon my dead face. And 
as Queen Orithia holds my head high in the air above her own she utters 
her terse challenge to the men of the Male Chauvinist Empire………………………. 

“Behold!”, the Queen of the Amazons cries stridently, “Your mighty 
Warlord, Rodney the Barbarian is dead! I have slain him in fair combat 
upon the field of battle! And I stand triumphant over him with my foot 
upon his chest, and I hold his severed head high in the air for all to 
see! So that all the world may know that the FEMALE of the species is 
SUPERIOR to the MALE! Let any man who wishes to avenge his death come 
forward to fight me now!”…………………. 

Through glazed dead eyes I see that no man moves a muscle except to 
lower his eyes to the ground in order to avoid her piercing gaze. Queen 
Orithia increases the weight of her foot upon my chest as she utters a 
new challenge to my now cowering men. “Let any man who wishes to fight 
me remain standing on his feet!”, she demands,  “All other men will 
KNEEL!..........”……………………… 

I see all of my once proud and arrogant men fall to their knees as one. 
For no man has the courage to fight the fierce Amazon heroine who slew 
me their mighty Warlord and champion, Rodney the Barbarian, in single 
combat upon the field of battle. In a voice that is sweet and feminine 
and yet at the same time terse and commanding, Orithia, the Queen of the 
Amazons, continues her challenge to the men of the Male Chauvinist 
Empire. “.......and bow down his head to the ground at my feet”, she 
continues, “in token of his total and unconditional surrender to the 
women of Amazonia, and to the principles of FEMALE 
SUPREMACY!”………………………………………………… 

Thirty thousand male heads strike against the ground with one thumping 
sound. With an exalted cry of victory, the hosts of the now totally 
triumphant Amazon army rush upon the ranks of the hapless kowtowing 
males. And each Amazon places her foot upon the neck of a man that she 
desires to own as her slave…… 

The triumphant Amazon Queen now leads her sister Amazons in an exalted 
paean of victory to the Goddess Artemis. This paean is magnificent in 
it’s savage beauty and power. It sings of the superiority of the female 
over the male and of her Goddess given right and destiny to be dominant 
over him. And it sings of the glory of the triumph of woman over man in 
the age old battle of the sexes. Suddenly I realize that these are not 
just meaningless empty words that the victorious vixen and her sister 
Amazons are reciting. For Orithia, the Queen of the Amazons, is standing 
triumphant with her foot upon the massive chest of a dead Warlord who 
had stood at least two and a half heads taller than she as she recites 
these glorious words. She is standing with one foot placed upon the 
chest of a once mighty Warlord that she has fairly slain in single 
combat upon the field of battle. And each of her sister Amazons now 
stands with her foot upon the neck of a once proud and arrogant, but now 
totally subjugated and defeated man as she recites these words……………. 

That lying fucking BITCH! That lying fucking CUNT, Madame Zara! She had 
lied to me! Madame Zara had told me that I would enter the city of 
Themiscrya with my head held high!……………………….. 

Orithia, Queen of the Amazons, leads the magnificent triumphal 
procession through the gates of Themiscrya, the capital city of the 
Amazon Empire. She is followed by the ten thousand warrior women of the 
triumphant Amazon army. Each Amazon leads two or more conquered male 
warriors by a leash that is fastened either around his neck or around 
his testicles. All of these men have been stripped naked by the women 
who have conquered them. The wrists of each man is securely bound behind 
his back with a rawhide thong. Though the head of each man is bowed in a 
posture of humiliation and shame, he still towers above she who leads 
him naked upon a leash as though he were a dog………………… 

Throngs of women line both sides of the streets as these conquered male 
slaves are paraded naked before them. And the women taunt and tease 
these men and they make cruel sport of them. The penis of every man has 
swelled into a throbbing erection. Thus does he reveal to the multitude 
of women that he is being paraded naked before his secret inner craving 
to be conquered and then dominated by a member of the superior female 
sex, and to bear the weight of her foot upon his neck. A woman of 
Themiscrya knows well the meaning of an erect penis on a vanquished male 
enemy. Thus are these men greeted by wolf whistles and cat calls from 
the daughters of Amazonia………… 

At the very head of the procession my headless carcass lies upon it’s 
back upon my huge bronze shield as it is carried by six of my mightiest 
warriors. The heads of these six once proud men are bent in a posture of 
humiliation and shame as they march naked through the streets of 
Themiscrya. A haughty Amazon warrior walks on either side of the shield. 
Each of these two women makes sure that the three men who are under her 
domination stay in step as these men stagger under the weight of the 
heavy bronze shield that they bear upon their shoulders……… 

Orithia, Queen of the Amazons, stands triumphant upon the shield with 
one foot placed arrogantly upon my chest. The daughters of the Amazon 
Nation give their Queen a thunderous ovation as she holds my severed 
head high in the air for all to see. At last my senses fade to 
blackness. And the last thought that remains in my mind is the 
realization that Madame Zara’s prophesy has indeed come true! For I have 
now entered the great Amazon city of Themiscrya with my head held 
high!………………………………………………………… 

* * *     * * * * *     * * * I am now aware of the fact that I am 
laying flat on my back on the canvas near the center of the ring. The 
wild cheering of the crowd has subsided as the ringside physician 
examines my unconscious hulk. She prods my face contemptuously with her 
foot. “Bianca sure kicked the crap out of you, big fellow!”, the doctor 
says to me in a smug tone of voice, “And thank you for the five hundred 
collars that I won by betting on Bianca!” Then she notes that Bianca’s 
footprint is still clearly visible on my chest. In the area where her 
foot was placed, the skin is almost white in comparison to the darker 
tone of the surrounding area. “That is not a good sign.”, she mutters 
under her breath, “It shows that his blood must not be circulating 
properly.” Her fingers press against the artery at the side of my neck. 
The voice of the doctor sounds as though it is a hundred miles away as 
she exclaims in shocked surprise. “Well I’ll be goddamned go to hell!”, 
she exclaims, “This big muscle bound bastard is stone cold DEAD!”