Victory Feast - Chapter 8 - ANDROMEDA  Ruler of Men 
by Nerraw



What can I say about my Mistress, Andromeda the Amazon? What can I say of she
who is the only woman in this room who has not slain a single man upon the
field of battle this day? She is the very opposite of our Queen. Our glorious
Queen slew sixty three men upon the field this day, but she did not take a
single prisoner. My Mistress on the other hand slew not a single man upon the
field. But she had conquered Sixteen men, and she took them alive as her
faithful and obedient slaves.

It is not for nothing that my Mistress is named Andromeda which means "Ruler
of Men". The sound of a deep, gruff male voice swearing his oath of obedience
on to her is as music to her ears. Her feet have been kissed by the lips of a
thousand men. Thus my Mistress prefers to take the men that she has
conquered in fair combat upon the field alive so that these men will be her
faithful and obedient slaves. She will kill her male enemy only when it is
absolutely necessary.

And yet Andromeda the Ruler of Men is an Amazon warrior of great renown,
and one of the greatest heroines of the Amazon Empire. She has won many
victories over men upon the field of battle. But I have already told many
stories of her heroic exploits upon the field of battle. So the story that I
tell you tonight is not of her. I have always wanted to tell you the story of
another heroic woman. This brave woman was not a warrior woman like my
Mistress,
but she was only a lowly slave girl. So listen my brothers as I tell you the
tale of the brave girl who was known as Nozama the slave girl.

Until the crushing victory of the daughters of the Amazon Nation over the men
of the Male Chauvinist Empire this day, our beloved homeland of Amazonia
had been surrounded on two sides by hostile male enemies. To the south were
fierce male dominated city states of Greece, and to the north was the brutal
men of Att-Dak the Barbarian. But it was not many years ago that our beloved
homeland was threatened on all four sides by brutal male dominated kingdoms.

For to the west was the barbaric kingdom that was ruled by Orloff the
Destroyer, and to the east was the brutal kingdom that was ruled by the brutal
tyrant who was known as Saron the Sexist.

Of these four enemies the one to be most feared by the daughters of Amazonia
was the tyrant Saron the Sexist. The tyrant considered the fact that the lands
to his west was ruled by women to be a threat to his fragile male ego. He was
obsessed with the desire to conquer the women of the Amazon Nation. He was a
fanatical believer in the principals of male supremacy, and he had contempt
for all members of the female sex.

Yet at the same time, he feared the women of Amazonia. He knew that if he
tried to attack the Amazons by himself that he would be soundly defeated. He
would suffer the ultimate humiliation of being defeated by women upon the
field of battle. Yet he had a plan that he thought would enable him to fulfill
his life long dream of conquering the Amazon Empire. If all four of the
enemies of the Queendom of Amazonia should all launch a coordinated attack at
the same time, then they would at last be victorious over the women who had
humiliated them upon the field of battle for centuries. Saron had already
conducted secret negotiations with the King of Sparta to the south of the
Amazon nation, and with the Warlord, Att-Dak the Barbarian to the north. And
he had just begun to conduct secret negotiations with Orloff the Destroyer to
the west of the Amazon Nation.

There were a thousand beautiful slave girls in the seraglio of Saron the
Sexist. These women were treated with great cruelty by the Sexist and his
brutal men. The slave girls of the seraglio were subject to being raped and
beaten, and even killed by not only the Warlord, but by all of his warriors as
well.

The most beautiful and thus his favorite girl was the one named Nozama. She
was the one that he had chosen to serve the wine during the secret meetings
with the leaders of the other three male dominated kingdoms. These men did not
hesitate to speak freely of their plans while Nozama was present. For so great
was their contempt for all members of the female sex, that they thought that
no woman could possibly understand what they were talking about. Thus did
Nozama the slave girl learn of Saron the Sexist's secret plan to destroy the
Amazon Nation.

Now Nozama knew that the Amazon Nation was the one small pocket of FEMALE
SUPREMACY that existed in an otherwise male dominated world. She knew that the
Amazon Nation was the only land in the known world where a woman might live in
freedom and with dignity. She knew that the Amazon Nation was the only land
where a woman might live without the fear of being raped by brutal men. She
knew that the evil plans of her master to destroy the Amazon Empire must be
stopped. But how could she who is just a lowly slave girl possibly frustrate
the plans of four mighty Kings and Warlords?

"You are thinking of the word FUCK." Nozama the slave girl had told her
master, "And you hid the coin under that cup there." Through a series of
cleverly devised slight of hand parlor tricks, she had convinced the
superstitious Warlord that she possessed magical powers. "How in Odin's name
did you know all of that, Nozama?" The amazed man had asked her. "Nozama sees
all!", the slave girl had replied, "Nozama knows all! And for her master, the
mighty Warlord Saron the Sexist, Nozama TELLS all!"

Soon Nozama became not only the Warlord's favorite slave girl and sexual
object, but she became his most trusted adviser as well. She soon proved to be
vastly superior to all of the male advisors at his court due to her greater
intelligence. But Saron did not want it to be known that he was taking council
from a woman. Thus he only consulted her privately when no other men were
present. He saw to it that she was always present at the negotiations between
himself and Orloff the Destroyer so that she could advise him as to what his
rival might be thinking.

With her magnificent charm and beauty, Nozama the slave girl soon had both of
these men thinking with their little heads rather than with their big heads.
She cleverly took advantage of the suspicion, and the hostility, and the
jealousy that had already existed between Saron the Sexist and Orloff the

Destroyer to drive a wedge between them. She had cleverly flirted with Orloff
the Destroyer in order to fan his desire for her whenever her Master was not
looking. It did not take long for her to manipulate the arrogant male egos of
these two men until they were ready to fight each other.

"Do not trust this man, Master!", Nozama had told Saron, "This man
intends to kill you Master! Nozama sees all! Nozama knows all! And for her
master, the mighty Warlord Saron the Sexist, Nozama TELLS all!"

Nozama skillfully manipulated these two arrogant men until she
swiftly brought things to a head between them. It took only two more secret
meetings after that before this lowly slave girl had completely destroyed the
alliance that had existed between the two mighty Warlords. In a burst of
uncontrolled anger Orloff had challenged Saron to settle their differences
upon the field of battle.

Though the big bad macho Warlord, Saron the Sexist was very brave when he was
beating up a defenseless slave girl, he was a coward in his heart. He was
afraid to face Orloff the Destroyer and his army in fair combat upon the field
of battle without first seeking council from Nozama who he had by now been
convinced had the power to foretell the future. But Nozama had appeared to be
reluctant to foretell his fate in this manner. Soon she had forced the man to
beg her for her prophesy.

Nozama had told Saron that in order for her to accurately foretell his
fate in the upcoming battle with his hated enemy, Orloff the Destroyer, that
Saron must kneel before her and that he must bow down his head to the floor
at her feet. She told him that in order for her to accurately foretell his
future, that she must be in close communication with his soul. And in order
for her to be in close communication with his soul, she told him, it would be
necessary for her to place her foot upon his neck.

In his desperation to receive the council that he needed to give him
the courage to face his enemy upon the field of battle, the Warlord had forced
himself to swallow his arrogant macho pride. And he forced himself to kneel
before she who was just a lowly slave girl. He forced himself to kowtow before
she who he considered to be a member of the inferior weaker sex.

Nozama took a step forward and she placed her foot firmly upon the once proud
neck of he who was her master. It gave her a great feeling of pleasure and of
satisfaction that she who was just a lowly slave girl has placed her foot upon
the neck of he who was a proud and mighty Warlord. Though in public, he will
still be the master, and she will still be the slave, she knew that at this
moment that she had successfully reversed their positions to each other. She
knew that by kneeling before her and by allowing her to place her foot upon
his neck, that he had acknowledged her to be his superior. She knew that from
this day forward, that she would be able to control this man as though he were
a puppet on her string.

Nozama sees all!", the slave girl had proclaimed as she had pressed
her foot down harder upon the neck of Saron the Sexist, "Nozama knows all!

And for her master, the mighty Warlord Saron the Sexist, Nozama TELLS all!

Fear no MAN, my Master! For no MAN shall ever harm or vanquish the mighty
Warlord, Saron the Sexist upon the field of battle!"

The two armies had met upon the fields of Agular. There were more than two
thousand men on each side. The prophesy of Nozama the slave girl had given
Saron the Sexist the false courage that he needed to face his enemy Orloff the
Destroyer upon the field of battle. Both Warlords gave out a savage war cry
and their respective armies came together in a brutal clash of arms that would
determine which Warlord would rule over both the kingdoms that were to the
east and west of the Amazon Empire, and that threatened the daughters of
Amazonia like the two pinchers of a scorpion.

Saron the Sexist searched the field, seeking to engage his hated enemy
Orloff the Destroyer in single combat. Suddenly he saw the seven foot six inch
tall Warlord standing under a tree on top of a small hill. Saron climbed up
the hill with sword in hand to face his enemy for the final showdown.

But when Saron the Sexist got close to his enemy he discovered much to his
surprise and shock, that Orloff the Destroyer was already dead. The only
reason that Orloff remained standing on his feet was because there was a rope
tied around his neck and to a branch of the tree above him. Then Saron sensed
that there was a movement behind the dead Warlord, and he realized that the
huge carcass of Orloff the Destroyer was hiding the form of a much smaller man
who was standing behind him. Saron saw the flash of a double edged war ax as
it cut the rope that had kept the carcass of the dead Warlord suspended to the
tree branch above him. The once mighty Warlord fell forward with a loud thud
and he lay face down upon the ground.

Now that the corpse of Orloff the Destroyer had fallen to the ground,

Saron saw much to his surprise, that the figure that was standing behind the
dead tyrant was not a MAN at all, but a WOMAN. "NOZAMA!", he had cried out in
amazement. For the astounded Warlord now saw that the person that he had
assumed to be a man and who had cut down the carcass of his dead enemy, was
none other than Nozama the slave girl. The slave girl was now dressed in the
traditional costume of an Amazon. She was wearing the traditional Amazon tunic
that draped only over her right shoulder, leaving her magnificent left breast
exposed to Saron the Sexist's leering view. She wore the traditional skirt
that ended just above her knees and that revealed her shapely legs and bare
feet. Nozama carried the traditional Amazon double edged war ax or labrys in
her right hand.

Even as the massive carcass of Orloff the Destroyer fell to the ground,
an army of about a thousand Amazons suddenly appeared upon the field of
battle. The Amazon women attacked both the army of Saron the Sexist, and the
army of Orloff the Destroyer. The men of both these armies immediately allied
themselves together in order to fight their common female enemies.

The slave girl took several steps towards Saron. She kicked the body of Orloff
the Destroyer over on it's back and she planted one foot firmly upon his
massive chest. She stood in that arrogant pose facing he who was no longer her
master, but her enemy.

"CUNT!", Saron the sexist had howled in anger as he pounded his broad muscular
chest with a clenched fist, "It is plain that you have forgotten your place,
woman! You have dared to show disrespect for the superior male sex by having
placed your foot upon the chest of he who had been a mighty Warlord! Only the
MAN who slew Orloff the Destroyer has the right to place his foot upon his
chest!"

"COCK!", Nozama had replied defiantly, "I have every right to place my foot
upon this man's chest! For it was I who slew him in fair and single combat
upon the field of battle!"

Saron the Sexist beat his massive chest with clenched fists. The sound of his
fists beating against his chest was like that of a base drum that could be
clearly heard above the din of battle. "There ain't no fucking way that no
tiny little cunt female like you could have possibly defeated a big and mighty
Warlord like Orloff the Destroyer in a fair fight!", Saron had bellowed,
"Therefore you must have murdered him by striking him from behind!"

"Even a male chauvinistic fool such as you can plainly see that the wounds
upon this man's carcass are on the front of him and not on the back of him!",
Nozama had replied tersely, "See the wound where my ax had struck the FRONT of
his head! See the print of my foot in his face where I had placed my foot in
his face in order to pull my ax free from his skull! You just can't stand it
that this big bad symbol of the male principle and of all that is masculine
was slain by a woman who was much smaller than himself! Can you? Now just save
your breath for battle, cock! For I intend to end your career as a tyrant and
as a male chauvinist pig!"

Saron the Sexist screamed a cry of rage and he swung his huge broadsword at
the slave girl with all of his might. Nozama hooked his sword arm with the
blade of her ax. Then she spun around three hundred and sixty degrees and she
struck him in the side with her ax. Her blade split open his rib cage and then
sliced open his right lung. As the big man started to collapse, Nozama had
pushed him back so that he fell on top of the carcass of Orloff the Destroyer.

The dying Warlord winced in pain and he coughed up blood as Nozama the slave
girl pressed her foot down firmly upon his chest. She looked arrogantly down
upon him with an infuriating expression of smug superiority and of gloating
triumph upon her stunningly beautiful face. "You lying fucking cunt!", he
cried in anguish, "You have lied to me! You had promised me that I would not
be either harmed or vanquished upon the field of battle! And now as I lay
dying upon the field, I suffer the ultimate humiliation of having been slain
by the hand of a mere slave girl!"

"I did not lie to you, cock!", there was a tone of gloating triumph in

her voice as Nozama spoke to the dying Warlord, "I told you to fear no MAN! I
told you that no MAN shall ever harm or vanquish the mighty Warlord, Saron the
Sexist upon the field of battle! It was not a MAN but a WOMAN who has slain
you in fair combat upon the field of battle!"

The foot of the triumphant slave girl had felt like a thousand pound weight
upon the massive chest of Saron the Sexist as he lay dying upon the field.
"H-How c-can it be?", he had gasped with his dying breath, "T-That two
mighty Warlords such as Orloff the Destroyer and myself have been slain in
fair and single combat by she who is but a mere slave girl? P-P-Please t-tell me
that before I die!"

"Since your pitiful MALE brain is inferior to the brain of a woman,"
Nozama had proclaimed to him smugly, "I will give you a little hint! See if
your pathetic masculine brain can manage to spell my NAME BACKWARDS! Perhaps
even a dumb cock like you can figure it out then!"

"A." the dying Warlord had gasped, "A.-M.-A.-Z.! AMAZON! You are an AMAZON!"
Yes, Nozama was not a mere slave girl after all, but an Amazon who had
infiltrated the seraglio of Saron the Sexist in order to learn of his evil
plotting against the daughters of her beloved homeland of Amazonia. In fact,
she was none other than my Mistress, Andromeda the "Ruler of Men!"

Andromeda now felt that the heart that had been beating beneath her foot had
stopped and she knew that Saron the Sexist was dead. She looked down upon him
for a moment as she savored with pleasure that expression of surprise, and of
shocked disbelief, and humiliation, and of terror that was frozen upon his
dead face. As she stood triumphant over him with her foot still planted upon
his broad muscular chest, she had made a mental note that she must command her
slave to make sure that this precious expression on his face is carefully
preserved when the head is embalmed.

By this time the battle of the sexes was over. The Amazons had totally
demolished their male foes upon the field of battle. Those few men who had not
been slain, had thrown down their weapons and had knelt and had bowed down
their heads to the ground at the feet of the now totally triumphant warrior
women. Each of these men soon felt the unshod foot of a conqueress treading
firmly upon the back of his neck. These men were next stripped naked, and
their wrists were firmly bound behind their backs with a leather thong.

Though these warrior women wore the traditional costume of the Amazons, they
were not really Amazons at all. Actually these women were all former slave
girls from the seraglio of Saron the Sexist. During the time that Andromeda
had been posing as a slave girl, she had secretly trained these women in the
Amazon fighting arts. She had secretly turned these women from helpless and
docile slaves into the fierce warrior women who had totally demolished the men
of the two armies of male supremacy and oppression. These former slave girls
would now return with Andromeda to the gynarchy of Amazonia. There each woman
would complete her training at the school of Amazonjitsu and would eventually
become a great heroine of the Amazon Empire.

Andromeda drew her dagger and she castrated the two Warlords that she had
killed. She strung the two sets of severed testicles on a rawhide thong and
she tied the thong around her neck. Thus she wore the severed testicles of
these two men as a medallion of victory upon her breast. She had instructed
her warrior women to take the testicles of all the men that they had killed
also.

My Mistress planted a foot upon the chest of each of the two dead
Warlords and she loped off his head with her war ax. She then stood with one
foot upon the chest of Orloff the Destroyer and with her other foot upon the
chest of Saron the Sexist. The triumphant warrior women gave Andromeda a
thunderous ovation as she had held the severed heads of the two men high in
the air for all to see. Then each of the warrior women had placed her foot
upon the chest of one of the many men that she had slain, and Andromeda had
lead them in a magnificent paean of victory to the Goddess Artemis. And thus
had my Mistress, Andromeda the Amazon almost single handed brought down two
mighty bastions of male supremacy that had long been a threat to the daughters
of the Amazon Empire.

Humbled Cock closes his eyes and he bows down his head as an expression of his
fawning devotion and profound reverence and respect for she who is his
Mistress, and we all know that his tale is told. Humbled Cock had completely
fooled us his fellow slaves since the story of Nozama the slave girl had
turned out to be a story about his Mistress Andromeda the Amazon after all.
Now it is the time for Conquered Cock who is the faithful and devoted and
obedient slave of Iphito the Amazon to tell a tale of his Mistress.