Victory Feast - Chapter 9 - IPHITO (Shield Strength) 



	It is not for nothing that the name of my Mistress is Iphito, which means "Shield Strength". For if the carcasses of all the men that my Mistress has slain in fair combat upon the field of battle, were to be laid side by side, then she could walk from Themiscrya to Lycastia, and her foot would be placed upon a man's chest with every step. And as many men has she lead naked on the end of her leash through the streets of Themiscrya. These men had all been the enemies of the women of the Amazon Empire, but now they serve and obey all members of the superior female sex.

	I had been a most brutal enemy of the women of Amazonia until the day that she had brought me down, and she had put me in my proper place. I had considered myself to be a fearless warrior until that day that I lay vanquished upon the field of battle, and the dainty little foot of Iphito the Amazon had felt like a thousand pound weight upon my chest. Then did I cry like a newborn baby as I pleaded for her mercy. I had committed many foul crimes against the women of the Amazon nation, and I deserved to die by her hand. I had deserved to be castrated by her as so many other men of my ilk had been. Yet in her magnificence she showed me mercy, and though I was unworthy of even kissing the ground where her foot has stepped, she had granted me the privilege of being her slave. 

	Great had been my humiliation as she had lead me naked upon a leash through the streets of Themiscrya. Even greater had been my humiliation as I had knelt before her in the plaza in the center of Themiscrya as thousands of the women looked on in amused silence. And in the most self debasing terms, I had sworn my oath that I would obey her in all things, and that I would obey her at all times. Greater still had been my humiliation as I had lowered my head to the pavement at her feet, and I had felt her foot treading firmly upon my neck, and I had heard her voice proclaim me to be her slave. And then I had heard the roar of feminine laughter as there before all of these women, I had experienced the most intense and violent ejaculation in my entire life. I had been a most arrogant cock, but the hot burning fires of humiliation and shame had burned all arrogant male ego and foolish macho pride from my soul. And that is why my Mistress had named me Conquered Cock. I have been her faithful and obedient slave ever since.  
  
	But I have spoken enough of myself, for I was but a minor conquest of the mighty heroine Iphito the Amazon. The story that I tell you now, is just one of many stories that I could tell you of the heroic deeds of my Mistress upon the field of battle. For many mighty male champions, and warlords, and even kings have fallen before the fearsome war ax of Iphito, the lioness of Amazonia!

	Once seven Jarls of seven tribes of the northern barbarians had formed a band to rape and to terrorize the peaceful peasant women who lived along the border of Amazonia. As you know, for a man to become a Jarl, or leader of his tribe, he must prove that he is able to defeat all other warriors in his tribe in hand to hand combat. These seven warriors were second only to the mighty warlord, Att-Dak the Barbarian himself.

	Queen Andromache had sent my Mistress to the northern border of the Amazon Empire to deal with these men who had defiled the women of Amazonia. Her plan had been to stalk these men and to take them down one by one. But in her zeal to rid her beloved homeland of these seven brutal men, Iphito had foolishly made the journey to the northern borderlands without having bothered to stop and sleep for the night. By the time that she had reached her destination, it was nearly dawn. The Amazon was so tired from her journey that she decided to stop and sleep for a couple hours before she continued on her quest.

	Iphito awoke from a fitful sleep with a start. There was a heavy weight upon her breast. She suddenly realized that she was completely surrounded by the seven Jarls that she had intended to bring to justice. The leader of these seven brutal rapists was named Jarl Ragnarson. He grinned evilly down upon the Amazon as he stood over her with his massive foot planted heavily upon her breast. Iphito swiftly reached for her double edged war ax, but it was not there where she had left it. These men had taken the ax away while she was still asleep. Jarl Ragnarson's huge spiked mace was raised for the killing blow.

	But whenever there is a battle between a man and a woman, the woman will almost always have one advantage over the man. That is that the man will almost always be interested in raping his female opponent before he kills her, while the woman will only be interested in killing her enemy. And so before Jarl Ragnarson could strike, Iphito drove her heel with all her strength up into the big man's testicles. As the chief Jarl howled in pain and staggered back, Iphito swiftly did three backwards somersaults. Once the Amazon had cleared the circle of men who surrounded her she sprang to her feet. Iphito now faced seven armed men upon the field of battle. But there was no weapon in the hand of the valiant young Amazon.

	Iphito had decided that her best option for the moment was to flee. But she found that she was trapped between the seven Jarls and the foot of a sheer cliff. There was no way that she could climb to the top of the cliff and escape. But there was an entrance to a cave in the wall of the cliff. Her only hope of escaping from the warriors was through this cave. 

	But Iphito now found herself inside a very small cave with no other way out. Now she was truly trapped by her enemies. The Amazon looked about desperately for a weapon of any kind. There was the skeleton of a very large man laying on it's back in the center of the cave. Iphito placed one foot upon the chest of the skeleton and looked down upon it. His flesh had long ago been striped from his bones by the jackals. She wondered who he was and how he had died. Later she would learn that this was all that was left of the notorious rapist that had been known only as Big Cock. The mighty heroine Pantariste the 
Amazon had slain this man in this very cave when she was only ten years old. But that is another story.

	Iphito had grabbed hold of the two thigh bones at the ends that would have been attached to the knees. But the other ends of both bones were still firmly attached to the pelvis bone. Iphito placed her foot where the man's genitals would have been had Pantariste not cut them off thirteen years before. And she pulled the two thigh bones free of the hip joint sockets. "I want that fucking cunt DEAD!", she heard Jarl Ragnarson roar at the top of his lungs just outside the entrance of the cave. Now armed with two thigh bones for weapons, she turned to face her attackers as they entered the cave. 

	The fight had lasted but a moment and all seven of the Jarls lay unconscious upon the ground. Their faces were smashed and their teeth broken by the two bone clubs that Iphito had wielded with such furious power and skill. Jarl Ragnarson staggered to his knees. Iphito placed her bare foot upon the back of his neck and she slammed his face into the ground with bone crushing force. The big man lay still.

	By the time that the seven Jarls had regained consciousness, Iphito had striped them naked and she had bound their wrists behind their backs with leather thongs. By this time, the triumphant Amazon had retrieved her war ax, and she had these men firmly under her control. She harnessed these men together with a long rope that she tied about the testicles of each. She tied each man's sword to his back horizontally across his shoulder blades in such a way that he could not possibly use it to free himself from his bonds.

	Iphito lead these men by a leash that was formed by part of the long rope that was fastened to their testicles. Each man was completely naked except for his own sword that was tied to his back, and the leather thongs that bound his wrists firmly behind his back. Jarl Ragnarson was the first in the line of seven Jarls. "Woman!", the leader of the Jarls spoke in the most intimidating voice that he could muster, "Let us all go now, and I promise that you will not be punished for what you have done!"

	My Mistress lead these men through the villages and through the surrounding country side where they had conducted their career of rape and brutality against the women of Amazonia. Everywhere  they went, Iphito was greeted as a heroine by the women who had been brutalized by these men. These same women had cursed and jeered these men, and many women had spat upon them. The women had all demanded that these men should be put to death on the spot. But Iphito had insisted that the men be taken back to Themiscrya to stand trial for their crimes.   

	By the time that these men had been marched naked through the streets of Themiscrya, they were no longer the arrogant bastards that they had been. Jarl Ragnarson's arrogant threats had turned into pathetic pleas for mercy. The women of Themiscrya had gathered to laugh and to jeer and to make cruel sport of these men. Iphito had lead these men by their testicles up the steps of the palace, and before the throne of Queen Andromache for judgment.

	The seven Jarls were forced to kneel at the very back of the throne room. The face of each man was pressed to the cold marble floor of the palace by the foot of an Amazon upon the back of his neck as he awaited his turn to face the harsh judgment of the Queen of the Amazons. One by one, each man was brought before the Queen by Iphito. Each time my Mistress would place her foot behind his knee and force him down on his knees before her Queen.

	Queen Andromache sat upon a simple black ebony throne. She was attended by a huge naked male slave who had once been a mighty warrior king of a male dominated kingdom to the west. The slave knelt before the throne with his knees spread wide and his head bent in the posture of humble respect as he handed a goblet of wine to the Queen. When Andromache had dismissed him, he touched his forehead to the dais at her feet and then he crawled away on his belly. At the foot of the throne lay the mummified head of Manalaos  the once mighty King of 
Sparta.

	As Queen Andromache sat majestically upon her ebony throne, her bare foot rested callously upon the head of the enemy that she had slain upon the field many years before when he had threatened her beloved homeland of Amazonia. She sipped her wine as she sat in judgment upon each man as he knelt trembling before her. Each man fixed his eyes upon her dainty high arched feet, as no man had dared to look her in the eye. Many women from the villages had come forth to 
testify against these men. The women told of foul crimes that each of these men had committed against the peaceful women of the Amazon Nation.

	As each man was pronounced guilty by Queen Andromache, he lowered his head to the floor at her feet. Each man had howled pathetically in despair as he feverishly pleaded for his life. So great had been the terror of the once so arrogant Jarl Ragnarson, that he had left a disgusting puddle of urine before the throne of Queen Andromache. It had been necessary for Iphito to place her foot upon the Jarl's neck and force him to lick up the urine with his tongue. And then she had made him mop up the residue of liquid with his own matted hair and beard. The women in the galleries howled with glee as they watched this ultimate humiliation of a most hated enemy.    

	In the end all of the begging and the sobbing pleas for mercy had fallen on deaf ears. In each case Queen Andromache had spoken the same word as she looked impassively down upon the man who was cowering at her feet. "DEATH!", she proclaimed harshly, "Take these male curs to the plaza to be first castrated, and then slain!"

	In the Amazon criminal justice system, a man actually receives two trials. The first trial is the judgment he receives as he kneels at the feet of Queen Andromache. The second is trial by combat. Thus were the seven Jarls taken to the plaza in the center of Themiscrya. There one by one they were to face Iphito in a battle to the death. There were three reasons for this. First the Amazons believe that a man must be slain in fair combat by an Amazon in order for his soul to become the slave of Artemis, the war Goddess of the Amazons, in the after world. Second Iphito must slay these men in a fair fight in order for her to receive credit for seven kills. And third and most important, to provide 
entertainment for the women of Themiscrya.

	The first to face my Mistress in single combat was Jarl Ragnarson. His four foot sword but not his spiked mace was returned to him for this battle to the death. Iphito faced him without any weapon of any kind. This was supposedly to demonstrate that these men were given more than a fair chance to fight for their lives. But actually he was given this overwhelming advantage so that his humiliation would be much greater when Iphito had defeated him. 

	As he held the familiar sword in his hand, Jarl Ragnarson's courage had returned to him. He was no longer the cowering wretch. He was once again the mighty lion of the northern barbarian tribes. He believed that he had a good chance to defeat this no good bitch and to win his freedom. After all, he was much taller and heavier than she was. Also he was armed with a sword while she was not. At the very least, he would die like a man with his own sword in his hand, and he would enter the kingdom of Valhalla. 

	Jarl Ragnarson maneuvered his sword in the magnificent flourish that had been passed down from father to son for ten generations. His fancy sword work was simply dazzling as he demonstrated one spectacular flourish after another. But his dazzling display of swordsmanship was quickly ended when Iphito avoided his blade with a cat like agility and she slammed her heel into his chin with such force that his neck was broken.

	The Jarl's sword clattered to the pavement as he fell. Iphito picked up his fallen sword and she stood over him with her foot on his chest. As the vanquished Jarl lay dying, he realized that he would never enter the glorious kingdom of Valhalla. For not only was he being slain by a woman, he would also suffer the ultimate shame of being slain by his own sword.  One of the many women that Jarl Ragnarson had raped came forward. As Iphito the Amazon held him down with her foot on his chest, the woman that he had so brutally raped, castrated him with her knife. The woman held the severed testicles before his horrified eyes for him to see for a moment, before she stuffed them into his gapping mouth. 

	Iphito stood over the Jarl with her foot upon his chest, and she looked arrogantly down upon him as he gagged and choked on his own testicles. "It is not to the splendor of Valhalla that you go, but to the seraglio of Artemis, the war Goddess of the Amazons!", she hissed at him venomously, "And as you kneel and bow down your head to the feet of your new Mistress, the great Goddess Artemis, be sure to tell her that it was Iphito the Amazon who slew you with your own sword!" With those words, she chopped off his head with his own sword. The women of Amazonia gave Iphito a thunderous ovation as she stood with one foot upon the broad muscular chest of the headless carcass, and she held the head of a most hated enemy high in the air for all to see!

	After the death of their great leader, the remaining six men had lost all will to fight. They would only drop their swords and kowtow before the Amazon while shamelessly pleading for mercy. So pathetic was these men's efforts to defend themselves, that Iphito found it necessary to fight two man at a time in order to provide the women of Themiscrya with any entertainment and sport.

	The prospect of two men armed with swords and facing only one woman who was not only unarmed, but also much smaller than they, gave these men some courage. They now made a valiant effort to kill their Amazonian tormentress. But in the end, each of the three battles ended the same way, with the two vanquished Jarls laying on their backs side by side. And Iphito stood upon the men with one bare foot upon the chest of each as she held one of the men's swords in each hand. Each time two women who had been raped by these men would 
come forward and castrate the two vanquished men and stuff their severed organs into their gaping mouths. Each time Iphito would stand with one foot upon the chest of each man, and she would watch them gag and choke on their own testicles for a moment, then she cut off each man's head with his own sword.  

	The heads of the seven Jarls were impaled upon stakes along the northern border of the Amazon Empire. There they served as a warning to other men of their ilk who would rape and brutalize the peaceful women who had come to Amazonia in order to escape the harsh life under male supremacy. And thus did the men of the Male Chauvinist Empire learn that there was justice in the gynarchy of Amazonia.

	Conquered Cock now closes his eyes and bows his head as a token of his reverence and respect for his Mistress, Iphito the Tigress of Amazonia. And thus does his fellows know that his tale of this mighty heroine is told. The males are silent for a moment in their awe of that fearsome warrior woman, Iphito the Amazon.

     But next it is the turn of Big Foot to boast of the heroic feats of arms of his Mistress, Barkida. He stutters and stammers nervously for a moment, because he knows that it will be difficult for him to outdo the stories of his eight friends, Bum Fuck, Cold Cocked, Busted Nuts, Fallen Stallion, Foot Face, Whining Dog, Humbled Cock, and Conquered Cock.