The Head of Orloff the Destroyer
by Nerraw
He should have quit BEFORE he was ahead.

I am the head of Orloff the Destroyer. I am just one of the dozens of
heads of once mighty male Barbarian warriors that have been placed in
the great plaza that is in the center of Themiscrya, the capital city of the
Amazon Empire. I am just one of over a thousand heads that have been
arranged in neat columns and rows upon the massive cobblestone plaza.
For it is the custom of Orithia, the Queen of the Amazons, to inspect the
heads of the men that she and her warrior women have slain upon the
field of battle……………………………………

Just like all of the other heads that are here in the plaza, the dust and 
the dirt and the blood and sweat of the battle field has been carefully
washed from my matted hair and beard by a male slave. Just like the
others, I have been perfumed and embalmed. And like the other heads, I
have been impaled upon the six inch spike that is in the center of a ten
inch square and one inch thick display board……………………………

I had been a mighty Warlord 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 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……………………………………………….

And so I had great plans of destroying the great Amazon city of
Themiscrya. I was going to conquer the Gynarchy of Amazonia and I
was going to establish MALE SUPREMACY as the law of the land. As
the hosts of the Amazon army came forth to meet my invasion force
upon the field of battle, I was confidant of a quick and easy victory. My
Barbarian warriors out numbered these uppity little women by a nearly
ten to one ratio. And each of my men was far taller and heavier and
much stronger than any female opponent that he might encounter upon
the field of battle. But most of all, I believed that I had the advantage of
being a member of the superior male sex. My faith in the superiority of
the male over the female was absolute. My men and I seemed to have
every advantage over Queen Orithia and her Amazons…………………

But the women of Amazonia had fought with a ferocity that was beyond
anything that I could have imagined. They had fought with great
cunning, and with a fierce courage and determination. And when this
battle of the sexes was over, my entire army of over a thousand men lay
in a massive heap upon the field of battle………………………………

Our lofty plans of destroying the great Amazon city of Themiscrya had
been crushed beneath the dainty bare feet of these vastly superior
warrior women. Our hopes of establishing male supremacy as the law of
the land had been dashed. Our humiliating defeat at the hands of the so
called weaker sex was complete. The outcome of the battle between the
sexes has been decisive. The total dominance of the female over the
male has been established. The victory of the Amazons over the
Barbarians had been total. Each of the triumphant Amazons had placed
her foot upon one of our broad muscular chests, and she had raised her
double edged war ax high in the air in token of victory. And Orithia, the
Queen of the Amazons, had lead them in an exalted paean of victory to
the great Goddess Artemis……………………………………

The use of makeup makes my cold dead face look much as it did when I
was alive. Except that the expression of terror, and of pain, and of
humiliation, and of shocked disbelief that was frozen on my face when I
was slain upon the field of battle by a woman has been skillfully
preserved by the makeup artist. Also in obedience to his Mistress, the
slave had carefully preserved and even highlighted the blackish purple
bruise that is in the center of my face. This bruise is in the perfect shape
of a dainty female footprint…………………………………………

This is the mark that she had made on my face just a split second after
she had parried the stroke of my sword with her war ax, and after she
had kicked me in the nuts. This is the mark that she had left when her
bare foot had slammed into my face with bone crushing force. This is
the footprint that she had left deeply embedded in my face when she had
kicked me in the face with such force that my neck was broken………

As I lay paralyzed upon my back, unable to move a muscle, she had
pulled away my loin cloth and she had CASTRATED me with her
dagger. She sat upon my chest and she cruelly held my severed testicles
before my horrified eyes for me to see. I could see that my nuts were
swollen to the size of apples from the savage kick that she had given
them. She stuffed my testicles into my gapping mouth,  and then she got
to her feet. There was an arrogant expression of gloating triumph on her
stunningly beautiful face as she had placed her foot upon my chest, and
she had looked imperiously down upon me as I had gagged and choked
on my own testicles………………………………………

But the triumphant Amazon had not long to gloat in her victory over me
before two of my mightiest warriors, Thorfel and Ragnar, had set upon
her. These two men were intent on avenging my death. By the time that
the battle of the sexes was over, I was quite dead. I had been strangled
by my own severed testicles…………………………………………

And when the battle was over, the warrior woman who slew me, had
planted her foot firmly upon my massive chest and she had struck off my
head with just one deft stroke of her ax. Though I was dead, I could still
hear the wild cheering of the triumphant Amazon women as she stood
with her foot upon the chest of my headless carcass, and she had held
my severed head high in the air for all to see. Then each Amazon had
placed her foot upon the chest of one of the many men that she had
slain. Queen Orithia, who had also planted her foot upon the chest of
one of her many kills, had lead her triumphant warrior women in an
exalted paean of victory to Artemis, the great war Goddess of the
Amazons. This paean of victory had been magnificent in it’s savage
beauty and power as it sang of the superiority of woman over man and
of the glory of her triumph over him in the age old battle of the sexes.
And though I was dead, I knew that these were not just meaningless
empty words that the triumphant Amazons were chanting. For she who
slew me now stood triumphant over me with her foot placed firmly
upon the massive chest of my headless carcass, and she held my severed
head high in the air as she had chanted these words. And each of her
sister Amazons had stood triumphant with her foot upon the chest of
one of my men as she had chanted these glorious words……………

Even though I am dead, I can still see what ever is before my glazed
dead eyes. I can still hear all that is taking place within the great plaza 
of
Themiscrya. I can still hear the sound of joyous female voices as they
talk of their crushing victory over me and my men upon the field of
battle. Though I am now dead, I   still smell the foul stench of my own
severed testicles that are still stuffed in my mouth. And I still have that
horrible foul taste of those testicles in my mouth. Though I am quite
dead, I am still aware of the fact that the severed heads of two of my
mightiest warriors, Thorfel and Ragnar, are impaled upon the spikes of a
display board just to the left of me. And I know that these two men had
both been slain in fair combat upon the field of battle by the very same
woman who slew me……………………….

Though I am dead, and embalmed, and impaled upon the six inch spike
of a display board, my brain yet burns with the stinging humiliation of
having been bested in fair combat upon the field of battle by a member
of the so called “weaker” female sex. I had been conquered by she who
had stood barely as high as my chest. I had been slain by she who was
barely half my weight. And my head had been taken as a trophy by she
who had not even a third of my years of experience as a warrior…….

Just like all of the other men who’s severed heads are impaled upon the
spike of a display board, I have a neat little hole punched through my
right ear lobe. Tied to my ear lobe with a thin silken cord is a small
parchment tag. And written upon this parchment tag with the finest
dainty penwomanship are the following words:……………………

“This is the head of the once mighty warlord, Orloff the Destroyer, who
had been the champion of the cause of male supremacy and he who had
been the leader of the hoards of brutal men who had sought to force the
proud and free women of the Amazon Nation to wear the chains of male
dominance and oppression. It was upon the one hundred and eighty
third day of the two hundred and thirty seventh year after the great city
of Themiscrya was founded by Lysippi, the first Queen of the Amazons,
that Orloff the Destroyer was slain by the hand of the mighty heroine,
Androdamia the Amazon. The heroine, Androdamia slew this brutal
tyrant in defense of her beloved homeland of Amazonia. Orloff the
Destroyer was just one of the fifteen men that Androdamia, who’s name
means Subduer of Men, slew this day in fair combat upon the field of
battle.”…………………………………………………………

Although my eyes are glazed over in death, I still see the trim shapely
ankles of she who now stands before me. I see those beautiful high
arched feet that have trampled so arrogantly upon the necks of once
mighty Kings and Warlords. I see the magnificently sculptured toes
who’s nails have been well polished by the tongues of her vanquished
male enemies. I realize that it is none other than Queen Orithia herself
who now stands before me as she inspects the severed head of yet
another once arrogant male who had been so foolish as to have opposed
the fierce warrior women of Amazonia upon the field of battle…………

“So this is the mighty Warlord, Orloff the Destroyer!”, Queen Orithia
proclaims. There is a tone of smug superiority and of gloating triumph
in her voice as she speaks to the woman who is standing behind me. “He
doesn’t look so tough now, does he?” Her comment is greeted by a
chorus of female laughter. The woman who is standing behind me is of
coarse she who slew me, Androdamia, who’s name means Subduer of
Men. Orithia, the Queen of the Amazons, prods my face
contemptuously with the toe of her bare foot. She presses my lower lip
down with her big toe, exposing my lower teeth. Now her toe pushes
upwards on my upper lip and she no doubt takes note of the fact that my
severed testicles are still stuffed in my mouth, indicating that I had been
a known rapist. The Amazon Queen places the ball of her foot on my
forehead, and she tips me over on my back………………………

I can now see that Queen Orithia is looking down upon me with an
expression of smug superiority on her beautiful face. She is examining
the bruise that is in the shape of that dainty female footprint that is
embedded in my face. “You sure kicked the living shit out of this
bastard!”, she says to the woman who slew me. “You must have a kick
like a horse!” Once again the chorus of derisive female laughter rings in
my ears…………………………………………………

Queen Orithia presses her bare foot in my face and she compares her
own foot to the footprint that is embedded there. I can feel that her foot
in nearly identical in size and shape to the footprint in my cold dead
face. At last the Queen curls her toes around the front edge of my
display board, and she pulls me back into an erect position…………

“Long have I looked forward to the day that the head of this brutal
bastard would be impaled upon a spike at my feet!”, the Queen of the
Amazons proclaims. Androdamia places her foot on top of my head, and
Queen Orithia places her foot upon the head of Thorfel, and the two
women chat amiably for a few moments. “Fifteen men have you slain
upon the field of battle this day!”, Orithia proclaims, “Including the
mighty Warlord, Orloff the Destroyer himself! Androdamia, you are
truly a great heroine of the Amazon nation!” The Amazon women in the
plaza respond to the Queen’s proclamation with a rousing cheer for
their sister Amazon and heroine, Androdamia, the Subduer of Men. “I
am happy if I was able to be of service to my beloved homeland of
Amazonia and to the cause of female supremacy over the male.”, the
triumphant Amazon replies modestly……………………………

“In reward for your heroism upon the field of battle, I hereby promote
you to the rank of Captain of the Amazons!” Queen Orithia says to
Androdamia. Once again the wild cheering of the women rings in my
dead ears. “I thank you my Queen,” Androdamia replies, “and I swear
that I shall do my best to fulfill the duties of my rank.”………………

Orithia, the Queen of the Amazons, has yet another matter to discuss
with the heroic Amazon who slew me and fourteen of my men in fair
combat upon the field of battle. “After the battle,” Orithia proclaims,
“over ten thousand talons of gold was found in the pavilion of Orloff the
Destroyer! Also found in the pavilion of Orloff the Destroyer was five
chests full to overflowing with diamonds, and emeralds, and sapphires,
and rubies, and of all manner of precious stones. All of the treasure that
was found in the pavilion of Orloff the Destroyer is now the property of
she who slew him upon the field of battle, Androdamia the Amazon!”
Once again the great plaza of Themiscrya echoes with the wild cheering
of the triumphant warrior women. Androdamia is now a very rich
woman………………………………………………………

But Queen Orithia has yet one more matter to discuss with the young
Amazon heroine. “Know you,”  the Queen declares, “that the one
hundred mightiest warriors of the Barbarian Empire had served as the
elite personal guard of Orloff the Destroyer! Of these one hundred men,
all save eighteen have been slain upon the field of battle either by
Androdamia, or by one of her sister Amazons! Each of these eighteen
men has been stripped naked and his wrists have been firmly bound
behind his back with a leather thong. And each man has sworn his oath
that he will devote the remainder of his life to the principles of
FEMALE SUPREMACY and that henceforth he will OBEY all
members of the FEMALE sex! These eighteen men are now the slaves
and the property of SHE who slew their master, Orloff the Destroyer,
in single combat upon the field of battle, Androdamia, the Subduer of
Men! Henceforth these eighteen men will obey her at all times, and they
will obey her in all things!” The Queen’s proclamation is greeted with a
chorus of wild cheering from the women in the plaza. “Once again I
thank you my Queen!” the victorious vixen replies, “And know you all
that these eighteen men will be put to work in hard labor to repair the
damage that Orloff the Destroyer and his brutal men have done to my
beloved homeland of Amazonia!” The women in the great plaza of
Themiscrya give she who slew me upon the field of battle a thunderous
ovation…………………………………………….

And now the Queen of the Amazons takes her leave of Androdamia and
moves on down the row of severed male heads. For there are yet the
heads of many more men for her to inspect. As she moves through the
rows and columns of spiked display boards, she looks down upon the
severed heads of her male enemies with that same arrogant expression
of smug superiority upon her stunningly beautiful face. She halts briefly
before the head of each man, and she praises the woman who slew him
for her valor upon the field of battle. Often she will prod a man’s dead
face contemptuously with her foot. Perhaps she will pry open his lips
with her toe to see weather or not his severed testicles have been stuffed
in his mouth to indicate that he had been a known rapist. Or she may
make cruel and humiliating jokes about the man who’s severed head is
impaled upon a spiked board at her feet. Each of her biting comments is
greeted by a chorus of derisive female laughter…………………

Androdamia the man slayer maintains her stance with one foot planted
firmly upon my head during the remainder of the Queen’s inspection of
the heads of the men that she and her Amazons have slain upon the field
of battle. Though the seven men who’s heads are to my right, and the
seven men who’s heads are to my left were also slain by Androdamia
upon the field of battle, it is I who’s severed head serves as a hassock
for this triumphant Amazon to place her foot upon. Though the heads of
these other fourteen men are also the trophies of she who slew us all
upon the field of battle, it is I who must endure the ultimate humiliation
of bearing the weight of her foot upon my head. She cares nothing of
how humiliating it is for me, who had once been a mighty Warlord, to
have a woman use my head as a hassock to place her foot upon. What I
think or feel counts for nothing. For she has now reduced me from the
icon and the symbol of the male principle and of all that is masculine, to
a mere inanimate object that is deserving of no particular respect. I am
now nothing more than an inanimate object that this woman may place
her foot upon without thought or caring. I am the head of Orloff the
Destroyer………………………………………….