Victory Feast - Chapter 5 - AINIPPE  (Swift Mare)
By Nerraw   nerraw0001@lycos.com 


It is with great pride that I kneel before my Mistress. It is with great
pride that I feel the weight of her foot upon my neck. For my 
Mistress, Ainippe the Amazon, is a mighty heroine of the Amazon 
Empire. She is the captain of the awesome Amazon cavalry that is 
feared by the male enemies of Amazonia from as far away as the 
Mediterranean Sea. Many men has she slain in fair combat upon the 
field of battle. In the great battle that took place today, Ainippe, 
who's name means Swift Mare, slew eight men upon the field. 
Many more men has she brought back to Themiscrya, naked and 
leashed to her stirrup to serve and to obey the women of the 
Amazon Empire. Today she returned triumphant with five such men 
leashed naked to her stirrup as conquered slaves.

Every moment that is not spent in devoted service to her iron will, I 
use to improve myself in any way that I can. I constantly strive to 
improve myself in mind, and body, and spirit, in the vain hope that 
one day I may be worthy of being trampled beneath her magnificent 
feet! For I worship her as though she were the Goddess Artemis 
herself. For she is a mighty tigress and defender of the magnificent 
Amazon Empire.

But once she was an ordinary warrior woman of the Amazon 
infantry. But even then she was a fearless fighter and the scourge of 
her male foes. She had gone on leave to a small village near the 
border of the Amazon Empire. She had gone to the village to visit 
her mother.

When Ainippe had arrived, she found that the women of the village 
were very upset. They told her that two barbarian brothers named 
Gregor and Gortar, had come and taken a dozen of the most 
beautiful women of the village away. They had taken the women 
back to their homeland to be sold as slaves. The women were 
powerless to stop these two men since they were just simple farm 
girls and shepherdess, and the two brothers were professional 
warriors.

Since Ainippe was an Amazon, it was her duty to protect the 
women of the village. She vowed that she would track the two men 
down and free the twelve women from the yoke of male 
dominance. She soon picked up the trail of the two brutal brothers. 
She could see by the tracks that the women were being hauled in a 
large wagon that was being pulled by a very small pony. Ainippe 
knew that these two men would not be able to travel very fast 
because the wagon was much too heavy for the poor little pony that 
pulled it except at a very slow pace.

However the two brothers had a very long head start, and they were 
able to make it over the Amazon border into their own land before 
Ainippe could catch them. And eight warriors were waiting at the 
border to prevent my Mistress from following the brutal brothers 
into the land of the Barbarians. These eight men were certain that 
the Amazon would turn back when faced with such overwhelming 
numbers.
       
But the Amazon came among these men as the Lioness would come 
among a herd ofgoats. The eight warriors fell before the furious 
strokes of her war ax as stalks of wheat would fall before the 
reaper's scythe. In less than three seconds, all eight men lay in their 
own gore upon the field.

Ainippe took no time to perform the usual Amazon rituals of 
triumph over the bodies of the men that she had slain. She 
immediately resumed her pursuit of the two brothers and their 
wagon full of captured girls. She knew that she must stop these men 
before they reached their stronghold in the forest. Otherwise, a 
dozen women would face a miserable life of prostitution and abject 
servitude to brutal men.

The two brutal brothers saw that the Amazon would soon overtake 
them. They began to beat the small pony furiously with their whips. 
Tears flowed from the pitiful eyes of the pony as she strained at her 
harness. Soon the two men had beaten the poor pony to her knees 
with their whips.

But now the Amazon was upon them, and the two men dropped 
their whips and drew their swords to face her. Each man stood a full 
two and a half heads taller than his female opponent, and he was at 
least three times her weight. But when the Amazon had seen the 
brutality with which the two men had beaten the helpless pony, they 
were unable to stand against the furry of her wrath. She smote both 
men to the ground with just one stroke of her ax.

Gregor managed to get to his hands and knees and he was 
struggling to get back on his feet. Ainippe placed her foot upon the 
back of his neck and shoved his face into the dirt. At the same time 
her labrys severed his spinal cord just above his waist. She placed 
her foot upon his upraised buttocks and rolled him over onto his 
back. Gregor lay paralyzed on his back and unable to move. 

Gregor cried out in terror as Ainippe planted her foot on his chest 
and then buried her war ax in the ground right next to his head. She 
then turned her attention to his brother Gortar who lay moaning on 
his side. She disabled Gortar's legs by slashing both his Achilles 
tendons with her dagger. Then she placed her foot on his shoulder 
and she rolled him over on his back. The Amazon placed one foot 
upon Gortar's massive chest as she coldly regarded him for a 
moment. "Do you like to beat up on girls, big man?", she demanded 
harshly. The warrior's only reply was to whine and to sob 
pathetically. Ainippe just loved to listen to a big bully whine and 
sob as she stood over him with her foot on his chest.

Ainippe stood with her right foot upon the chest of Gortar and with 
her left foot upon the chest of Gregor as she interrogated both men 
in great detail. She questioned them about the affairs of Att-Dak the 
Barbarian and his men. It was at this time that Gortar and Gregor 
had told my Mistress of how the tiny little pony had come from the 
stables of Arrigorn, the captain of Att-Dak's much feared cavalry. 
They told her the story of how the little pony had been one of the 
many mares that had been brutally kicked and then raped by 
Arrigorn's prize stallion who's name was Machismo. Machismo 
was the stallion that the mighty warrior, Arrigorn rode upon when 
he lead his cavalry into battle.  

At last when the Amazon was satisfied that she had learned all that 
might be of value to the women of Amazonia in their quest to cast 
down the evil Warlord and his brutal men, she castrated Gortar with 
her dagger. She placed her knee on his chest as she held his severed 
testicles before his horrified eyes for him to see. "It is time for you 
to taste of the bitter fruit of your crimes!", Ainippe told Gortar as 
she stuffed his testicles into his gaping mouth. The Amazon then 
castrated his brother Gregor, and she shoved his severed testicles 
into his gaping mouth also.

Once again Ainippe stood with one foot upon the chest of Gortar, 
and her other foot upon the chest of Gregor as she calmly watched 
both men gag and choke on his own severed testicles. At last when 
both men had choked to death, the triumphant Amazon turned her 
attention to the dozen women on the wagon.

"BEHOLD!", my Mistress proclaimed fiercely as she stood upon the 
carcasses of the two men that she had slain, "The two brutal 
bastards Gregor and Gortar are dead! Return to your village in 
peace! You are free! These men will trouble you no more!"

When she returned to the Amazonian border, Ainippe stopped to 
perform the Amazon rituals of triumph over the bodies of the men 
that she had slain there. First she had laid the bodies of the eight 
men face up, side by side in a neat row. Then drawing her dagger, 
she took the testicles of the eight men that she had killed as trophies 
of her victory. She strung these eight sets of testicles upon a 
rawhide thong along with those of Gregor and Gortar. The 
triumphant Amazon planted one foot firmly upon the massive bull 
chest of he who had been the Captain of these men, and holding her 
string of gruesome trophies high in the air, she cried an exalted 
paean of victory to her Goddess. She then walked upon the chests of 
the eight men in order to force their souls out of their mouths and 
into the clutches of Artemis, the great war Goddess of the Amazons. 
The dozen women who Ainippe had been escorting back to their 
village gave her a thunderous ovation for her magnificent 
demonstration of the female totally triumphant over her male 
enemies in the battle of the sexes.

Ainippe took the young pony back to Themiscrya with her and she 
nursed it back to health. Under the tender loving care of my 
Mistress, the pony grew strong. Until at last she became the fierce 
war mare that all male enemies of the Amazon Empire fear upon 
the field of battle. Until at last she became the fierce war mare, 
known as Nightmare, that my Mistress, Ainippe the Amazon rode 
as she lead her fearsome Amazon cavalry to victory over the once 
mighty Arrigorn, and his once feared cavalry of the once mighty, 
but now conquered Male Chauvinist Empire! I regret that my story 
has been so short. If these two men had been stronger, then my story 
would have been longer.

Fallen Stallion humbly bows his head as a token of his respect for 
his Mistress Ainippe the Swift Mare. His tale of the deeds of this 
magnificent heroine upon the field of battle is told. It is now Foot 
Face's turn to speak. It is his turn to brag of the mighty deeds of his 
Mistress, Glouce the Owl.