Victory Feast - Chapter 3 - THRASO  Confidence  
By Nerraw   nerraw0001@lycos.com
The smallest woman takes on massive male giants in heroic combat.


Just as Scyleia, my Mistress, Thraso has just this day killed her first male
foe upon the field of battle. Today, in her first encounter with men upon the
field she has achieved the exalted status of Matriarch nearly three times over
when she slew a total of eight men in single combat upon the field of battle.
She is the smallest Amazon in the entire Gynarchy of Amazonia as she stands
only four feet tall. But though she is so small in stature, Thraso the Amazon
is a GIANTESS in terms of courage and valor upon the field of battle.

Thraso, which means Confidence, was the top student in her class at the school
of Amazonjitsu. She is one of the few women to have mistressed the devastating
scorpion kick. And Pantariste, the Head Mistress of the school, had chosen my
Mistress to be the class valedictorian. Yes, it was my Mistress, Thraso the
Amazon, who had stood upon the pile of seven vanquished men with her foot
planted firmly upon the chest of the man who lay topmost upon the heap as she
delivered an exalted speech to the daughters of Amazonia. So listen, my fellow
slaves, as I tell the tale of her glorious exploits upon the field of battle
this day.

The very first man that my Mistress had ever encountered in single combat upon
the field of battle was a hulking brute of a man who stood seven and a half
feet tall, and he weighed about four hundred pounds. Thus did the smallest
woman warrior in the entire Gynarchy of Amazonia face the biggest man in the
entire Male Chauvinist army. This brutal giant of a man weighed nearly four
times as much as Thraso, and he stood nearly twice as tall as she.

Know you, oh fellow slaves, that the name of this man was Bjorn the Brutal.
This hulking giant was aptly named, as Bjorn means "Mighty Bear" in the tongue
of the northern barbarians. Even among the most brutal and most hard core male
supremacist men at the court of Att-Dak the Barbarian, this man was considered
to be a monster because of his cruel and brutal treatment of all women. Not
only was Mighty Bear a most brutal rapist, but he most often tortured and
killed his female victims as well. It was widely believed among the men of the
Male Chauvinist Empire that Bjorn the Brutal could only achieve an ejaculation
by killing the woman that he was raping. Often he would fail to achieve an
ejaculation, and then he would break the neck of the hapless slave girl in his
anger. When he was through with his victims, he would most often stomp the
poor girl beneath his feet until he had reduced her to a bloody pulp. At last
he would place his massive foot upon the breast of the raped and beaten woman,
and he would beat his massive chest with clenched fists as he uttered a savage
cry of victory. Those few unfortunate women who had survived being raped by
Bjorn the Brutal would be crippled for life.

As my Mistress faced her enemy, such a striking contrast in size and strength
between two combatants has not been seen since the day that Lykopis the Amazon
slew Goliath the giant upon this very same field. But just as this hulking
giant of a man was aptly named Mighty Bear, so is my Mistress aptly named
Confidence. For Thraso was not intimidated by this man's greater size and
strength. Rather, she had looked upon this brutal man as her inferior in total
confidence, and she was determined to treat him as such.

Bjorn initiated the attack by swinging his enormous broadsword with such force
that Thraso's double edged war ax was knocked from her numbed fingers. My
Mistress now faced her much larger male enemy unarmed. With a savage cry of
triumph, the Mighty Bear struck a fearsome blow down upon the head of the
Amazon with all of his might. This awesome blow of his sword would have split
the Amazon in two had it connected. But with an amazing cat like agility,
Thraso evaded the stroke of the barbarian's sword and his massive blade was
buried harmlessly in the ground.

Before Mighty Bear could dislodge his blade from the earth, the Amazon
advanced upon him, and she delivered a devastating snapping kick to his
testicles that had caused him to double over in pain and to vomit up his
breakfast. This had been an amazing feat of arms in and of itself, since the
big man's vulnerable organs had dangled at the level of her own chin. And even
more amazing was the skill with which she had grabbed hold of his shaggy beard
with both her hands and she rolled his enormous bulk over her hip so that she
dropped him flat on his back at her feet. She then finished him off with a
stomping kick to his chest that had ruptured his heart, killing him almost
instantly.

Thraso had intended to cut off Bjorn's head with his own sword, but the
massive sword had proved to be much too heavy for her to even lift. But it was
obvious that Bjorn the Brutal was dead, and there would be plenty time for the
triumphant Amazon to take his head as her trophy after the battle was over.
She ripped away Bjorn's loin cloth, and she then castrated him with her
dagger. She stood with one foot upon the big man's chest for a moment as she
admired her gruesome trophy.

Thus has Bjorn the Brutal suffered what the men of Att-Dak the Barbarian
consider to be the greatest humiliation possible to a male warrior. Not only
was he slain by a member of what he had always considered to be the inferior
weaker sex, but he was the first kill of an Amazon maiden. And his humiliation
was even further increased by the fact that while he was fully armed with his
massive sword, he was killed by an unarmed woman who was barely half his size.
And yet I envy this man his ignominious death. For I would gladly die such a
violent and degrading death upon the field of battle so that I might kneel and
bow down my head to the feet of the great Goddess Artemis and tell her that I
was the first kill of she who will one day be a great heroine of the Amazon
Empire.

And so it came to pass that my Mistress had triumphed over Bjorn the Brutal,
and that she slew him. And she had stood triumphant over him and had placed
her foot upon his broad muscular chest. But now there was no weapon in the
hand of Thraso the Amazon. For Bjorn the Brutal had struck her war ax from her
hand with his sword with such force that it flew several hundred feet into the
air. And she knew not where it may have fallen upon the field of battle. And
she could not take the sword of the man that she had just slain, for his sword
was much too heavy for the Amazon to even lift with both her hands and with
all her strength, let alone to wield in combat upon the field of battle.

Jorack the Jackal saw that my Mistress was unarmed and he foolishly concluded
that she would thus be easy prey. And thus he launched his brutal attack upon
the Amazon. But Thraso had ducked under the stroke of his sword with amazing
agility. She seized his sword hand in that painful wrist lock and she threw
him to the ground just like she had learned to do in the school of
Amazonjitsu. And she placed her foot upon Jorack's neck, and she took his
sword from him. And thus she slew him with his own sword.

And so my Mistress had taken the sword of Jorack the Jackal, and she used his
sword to fight other men upon the field of battle. First Thraso faced three
men who had been friends of Jorack the Jackal. These men had witnessed the
ruthlessness with which she slew him, and they advanced upon her with the
intention of avenging his death. My Mistress had parried the stroke of the
first warrior with her sword, then she had struck off his head with the back
swing. This is a favorite Amazon fighting technique, and many a macho warrior
has lost his head by it. As his severed head fell at her feet, the Amazon had
placed her foot upon it in order to prevent it from rolling away.

And so it came to pass that at this moment my Mistress who had already
advanced from the level of Amazon maiden to that of Amazon warrior, now had
advanced to the level of Matriarch. As Thraso the Amazon stood with one foot
placed firmly upon the severed head of her kill, the two remaining men had
advanced upon her with a skilled well coordinated and well timed attack. As
both men advanced upon her simultaneously from two different directions, it
seemed impossible that she could avoid being killed by at least one of them.

But the Amazon kicked the head that her foot was placed upon so that it struck
one of the two advancing men in the face. At the same time, she struck aside
the thrusting sword of the other warrior, and she angled her blade up under
his ribs so that it pierced his heart. As the man who had been struck in the
face by the severed head still staggered backwards stunned, my Mistress had
advanced upon him and she had struck his sword from his limp hand. A
devastating tornado kick to his face laid him flat on his back as though he
had been struck by the fist of the great Goddess Artemis herself.

At this point the Amazon could have taken this man as her property and her
slave, but the battle rage was upon her. With a savage battle cry, my Mistress
had leaped high into the air. And doing a triple somersault, she came down on
top of her enemy, and holding her sword in a reverse grip, she drove her blade
to the hilt into his chest.

Then it was my bad fortune to meet this fierce hell cat upon the field of
battle. Had I known that it was she who slew the mighty warrior Bjorn the
Brutal, I would have thrown down my sword, and I would have fallen to my knees
before her right then and there. I would have bowed my head down to the ground
before her, and then seizing hold of her ankle, I would have placed her foot
upon my own neck. But I was ignorant of the fact that she had slain the mighty
champion, Bjorn the Brutal. I could not even imagine that such a petite little
woman could have possibly killed this brutal giant of a man who had stood
nearly twice as tall as she.

It was my good fortune that Thraso's sword was stuck in the chest of her last
kill. She had placed her foot upon the big man's chest, and she had tried to
pull it free. But the sword of Jorack the Jackal had broken off at the hilt
and was completely useless. I saw that she was both unarmed and that she was
much smaller than me. I made the two mistakes that has cost many a man his
head when he has faced an Amazon woman in single combat upon the field of
battle. I made the twin mistakes of under estimating her, and of looking upon
her as a sex object rather than as an enemy.

I put my sword back in the scabbard and I gyrated my hips in such a way that
my throbbing erection popped out from beneath my loin cloth and was exposed to
her view. I advanced upon her with the intention of taking my pleasure from
her. She tried to kick me in the nuts, but I was expecting her to try that and
I crossed my knee in front of my groin in order to protect it. Amazons are so
predictable I had thought as I grabbed hold of her throat with both of my
hands. My plan was to choke her into a state of semi consciousness and as she
fell to the ground, I would go down on top of her and I would drive my raging
hard cock into her little cunt. Then I would fuck her brains out.

But Thraso the Amazon had other plans. She did not graduate from the school of
Amazonjitsu so that she could be raped by a male chauvinist bully upon the
field of battle. Without warning her bare foot had slammed into my face with
bone crushing force. I went down as though I had been struck in the head by
the war hammer of mighty Thor himself. The victorious vixen had cold cocked me
with her dreaded scorpion kick. In fact, that is the reason that my Mistress
has named me Cold Cocked. Because she had cold cocked me upon the field of
battle.

When I came to, her foot was planted firmly upon my chest, and she was beating
her breast with clenched fists as she uttered an exalted cry of victory. Then
she had noticed that I was beginning to regain consciousness. She placed the
ball of her foot on my chin and she told me that I should be a good sport and
kiss the foot of my Conqueress before I die. I did not bother to plead for
mercy because I knew that she would show me no mercy because I had intended to
rape her. But I was not afraid because I was seized by an overpowering sexual
desire that I was unable to control. I began to frantically lick between her
toes. I expected her to finish me off at any moment.

But the battle lust was upon Thraso and she came down upon me, and she mounted
me. Her womanhood had swallowed up my swollen penis even as a mighty python
would swallow a mouse. Her tight vagina held my throbbing erection in a vice
like grip and I knew that there was no way that I could escape being raped by
her. At the same time she bit my lower lip so hard that she drew blood. She
kissed me on my lips with such ferocity that it seemed that she would suck my
very soul out of my body through my mouth. Then her tongue had forced it's way
into my mouth and bested mine. At the same time she had pumped my hard cock
with such ferocity that I had feared that she would pull it off of my body.

Suddenly her whole body went into spasmodic convulsions and I knew that she
was having a tremendous orgasm. And a second later, I had the most explosive
ejaculation that I had ever experienced in my life. She pulled every drop of
sperm from my loins just as I know that she will force every bit of submission
and obedience from me now that I am her slave. I nearly passed out cold from
the intensity of the ejaculation. I had experienced both the thrill and the
humiliation of being raped by the warrior woman who had conquered me in fair
combat upon the field of battle. At that moment I knew that I was born to be
this woman's slave.

Thraso the Conqueress arose and she stood between my wide spread legs.
Suddenly my erect penis fell limp between my legs. It was as if it had bowed
it's head down to the ground at her feet in acknowledgment of the fact that
she had conquered me. "I yield me yours, Mistress!" I cried passionately, "I
yield me yours, Mistress! I yield me yours, Mistress!" I had no desire to be
the mighty King of all the world, or even to become a god. I wished only to
fulfill my destiny to be the faithful and obedient slave of Thraso the Amazon.
The Amazon conqueress took a step forward, placing her foot squarely upon my
chest, and once again she beat her breast with clenched fists as she uttered
an exalted cry of victory.

My Conqueress rolled me over on my belly beneath her foot. I felt her bare
foot pressed so firmly upon my back, between my shoulder blades. At that time
all went black as I fell once again into unconsciousness. When I came to, I
found that she had stripped me naked, and that she had bound my wrists behind
my back with leather thongs. Also she had carved her mark into my naked
buttocks with her dagger in order to mark me as her property and her slave.
She had taken my sword from me in order to fight other men upon the field.

Next Thraso had encountered Jarl Ogre and his three henchmen. Jarl Ogre was a
monster. He was so cruel in his brutal treatment of women that a mythological
race of giants that ate human flesh were named Ogres after him. His number one
henchman was named Lygonus. Lygonus had once been the captain of the three
hundred elite warriors of Sparta. But he had to flee to the land of the
northern barbarians after he had raped and murdered the favorite slave girl of
the King of Sparta. This renegade Greek was a giant of a man who stood nearly
three heads taller than my Mistress.

It was the Greek warrior Lygonus who struck at the Amazon first. Thraso
parried the stroke of his sword with hers, and at the same time she kicked him
in the nuts. As the big man doubled over in pain, she grabbed him by the hair
of his head, and she pulled him down on his knees. She pulled his head down
and forward by his hair, and then she had struck off his head with just one
deft stroke of her sword.

The second henchman who's name I know not, then charged upon my Mistress with
a berserker furry. As Thraso the Amazon parried his flashing blade with hers,
he guarded his testicles with his left hand. But the Amazon heroine swung the
severed head of Lygonus, which she still held by it's hair, in such a way that
she struck her attacker such a blow in the face that she stopped him cold in
his tracks. She then flung the severed head of Lygonus into the face of the
second henchman with such force, that she had sent him staggering backwards
stunned. At the same time, my Conqueress drove her sword half way to the hilt
into the chest of the first henchman.

It was at this time that Jarl Ogre had decided that he would take down this
uppity little woman himself, and he charged upon her like an enraged bull. The
sword of my Mistress was lodged in the sternum of the man that she had just
killed, and it was necessary for her to plant her foot upon his burly chest in
order for her to pull it free. Then holding her sword in a reverse grip,
Thraso had just barely managed to deflect the ferocious stroke of the Jarl's
sword.

As the battle crazed mad man charged past her, my Heroine struck behind her
with a stabbing motion of her sword. She struck him in the back right between
his shoulder blades so that her blade had pierced his evil male chauvinistic
heart. The big man went down on his knees and the most incredulous expression
of terror, and humiliation, and of shocked disbelief was frozen upon his face.
Then he fell face down to the ground. It gives me much pleasure to note that
as this brutal oppressor of women fell upon the field, his face had plopped
into a large pile of fresh horse dung that had been left upon the field by the
Amazon cavalry. My Mistress had placed her unshod foot upon the back of the
dead man's neck as she retrieved her sword from his carcass. She then rolled
the dead Jarl over on his back, placed her foot on his chest, and she spit in
his face.

My Conqueress would have slain the remaining henchman next. But it was at that
moment that word had swept through the ranks of the men of the Male Chauvinist
Empire that Andromache, the Queen of the Amazons, had slain the mighty Warlord
and ultimate champion of male supremacy, Att-Dak the Barbarian, in single
combat upon the field of battle. It was the combination of that stunning news,
and the fact that this man had just witnessed the ferocity with which Thraso
had just slain his three fellows that had caused this man to be completely
demoralized. And both his courage and his will to fight had fled from him even
as two jackals would flee from the fierce Tigress in the jungle. This man
threw down his sword, and he fell to his knees, and he bowed his head down to
the ground at the feet of Thraso the Amazon.

Thraso advanced upon the trembling, kowtowing man, and placing her foot firmly
upon his neck, she raised her sword high in the air and uttered an exalted cry
of victory. The battle of the sexes was now over, and the female of the
species was triumphant over the male. And it came to pass, that when the
battle was over, my new Mistress had demonstrated the most extreme form of the
superior female supremely in control of her male slave by leading me naked
through the streets of Themiscrya by a leash that was tied about my testicles.
It was a strange and exciting mixture of both pride and humiliation that I
felt as she had lead me naked through the streets of Themiscrya in this
magnificent triumphal procession.

And now Cold Cocked has finished his tale of the heroic deeds of his Mistress,
Thraso the Amazon upon the field of battle. He now bows his head and he closes
his eyes in token of his total respect for she who is now his Mistress. It is
clear that he is completely devoted to his new Mistress, and to the principles
of Female Supremacy. I have no doubt that Cold Cocked will make Thraso an
excellent slave once she has finished training him. He is obviously eager to
learn his duties as her slave and he is eager to learn the skills of
subservience to women. Thraso will derive much pleasure from owning this man,
and I have no doubt that he will be her faithful and obedient slave for as
long as he shall live.

The next man to tell his tale is the last of the new slaves who sits among our
group of slaves, though he is certainly not the last of the new slaves who
serves in the palace of Themiscrya tonight. This man is obviously in so much
pain that he can barely speak, for his testicles are swollen to the size of
two grapefruit. For his new Mistress, Okypous the Amazon, had brought this man
down with a devastating kick in the nuts. And thus had his Conqueress made a
true believer in female supremacy out of him. That is why Okypous had named
him Busted Nuts. Though this man looks as though he is on the verge of passing
out from his injured testicles, he is eager to prove his devotion to his new
Mistress, Okypous the Amazon, by telling the tale of her heroic exploits upon
the field of battle.