Victory Feast - Chapter 10 - BARKIDA 
by Nerraw



Know you my brothers that my Mistress Barkida the Amazon is a fabulous heroine
of the Amazon nation. Seventeen men she slew in the now famous battle on the
beach. And she slew a total of twelve men during the battle that took place
today. Men who stand a full two heads taller than she have thrown down their
swords and they have bowed down their heads to her feet in their terror of
her. Thus the burley necks of Jarls, and Warlords, and even Kings has she
trampled down beneath her dainty little foot.

But once she who is now my Mistress was just a humble slave girl. She was the
slave of the mighty Jarl who was known as Gortar the Glorious. Gortar was both
an arrogant and a cruel master. He always sought to increase his own self
esteem and to make himself feel more important through the denigration of all
women. Gortar the Glorious did not feel like a man unless his foot was placed
upon a woman's neck. It was his custom to strike a woman brutally across the
face if he felt that she did not sufficiently show him the respect that he
thought was his due as a member of the superior sex.

Barkida had been sold to Gortar the Glorious at the auction block in the city
of Machimo. She was a proud girl who did not like being the slave of any man.
She riled at the humiliation of being lead naked upon a leash through the
streets of the city as though she were just a bitch. When he had first taken
her into his house she had refused to kneel before him. She had just stood
there before him with a look of defiance on her face.

Gortar had struck Barkida with such force that he had knocked her to the
ground. She felt a trickle of blood upon her lips from the savage blow that he
had dealt her. The fires of anger burned in her guts as she felt the weight of
his foot upon her neck and her face was pressed against the cold stone floor.
She swore a silent oath that she would one day avenge the massive humiliation
that this brutal man had inflicted upon her.

But how could she do that, when Gortar the Glorious was so much bigger and
stronger than she was? Yes, Gortar stood a full two and a half heads taller
than Barkida and he was more than twice her weight. He was broad of chest and
of muscular build while she was slim and graceful. Gortar was also a very
handsome man and though Barkida hated his arrogance and the way that he
treated her as an inferior, she found herself to be sexually attracted to him.

Barkida dreamed of escaping from her brutal life under male supremacy. She
dreamed of someday taking refuge in the land of the Amazons where it was
rumored that a woman might live her life in dignity and respect. Gortar had
told her that the land of the Amazons was a myth. He had told her that the
land called Amazonia did not exist. But Barkida had noticed that many of the
men who went off to battle did not ever return. And there were dark rumors
that these men had been slain upon the field of battle by warrior women of the
Amazon Empire. Yes, Barkida had dreamed of escaping from the seraglio of
Gortar the Glorious and seeking refuge in the land of the Amazons.

But there was no way that Barkida could get past the brutal men of Gortar's
harem guard. Especially brutal was Mor-Tok, the captain of the harem guards.
Mor-Tok was a giant of a man who was even bigger and stronger than his master.
Mor-Tok was a bully who loved to push women around and to abuse them. He had
an ugly brutal face and Barkida found him to be very repulsive. He would often
beat Barkida for even the smallest infraction of the rules of the seraglio.

It was one of Barkida's duties as a slave girl to do the household
shopping at the bazaar of Machimo. And it was during one of these shopping
excursions that she had encountered a slave girl named Pisto. Pisto had asked
Barkida a lot of questions about the affairs of Jarl Gortar and his warriors.

Since Barkida was an intelligent woman, it did not take her long to figure out
that Pisto was an Amazon spy. My Mistress could have easily earned herself a
position of greater privilege as a slave girl simply by informing her master
that Pisto was a spy. But instead, Barkida pledged herself to serve Pisto and
the cause of female supremacy. She began passing vital military information to
the Amazon spy. She faced much danger when she did this since she was always
under the watchful eyes of the two harem guards who always accompanied her on
these shopping excursions.

One day Pisto had asked Barkida why she was risking her life to help the women
of the Amazon nation. Barkida explained that it was her hope that she would
one day escape from the brutal life under male supremacy. She had told Pisto
that she wanted to learn to fight and to become an Amazon warrior so that
never again would she have to bear the weight of a man's foot upon her neck.

Pisto gave Barkida an old manuscript. "These writings are in the hand of
Lysippe, the first Queen of the Amazons, and she who was the founder of the
great Amazon city of Themiscrya.", Pisto had told her, "Barkida, you have been
of great service to the daughters of the Amazon nation. I am very sorry that I
am unable to help you to escape from the oppression of male supremacy. But it
is imperative that I return to Themiscrya at once and report to Queen
Andromache and that I relay to her the important military information that you
have provided me. You must carefully study the words of Queen Lysippe, and you
must faithfully and diligently practice her teachings. Then you will learn the
secrets that will enable you to free yourself from the yoke of male domination
and oppression." Then Pisto took her leave of Barkida and disappeared into the
shadows.

That night Barkida examined the old manuscript in the light of the
full moon. The words of Queen Lysippe were written on aging parchment.

The opening paragraph proclaimed that the manuscript was written in the
blood of men that the Queen of the Amazons had slain in fair and single
combat upon the field of battle. These parchments contained detailed
instructions on how to fight men with either an ax or a sword. These
writings contained the secrets of how a woman might defeat a man even
though he was much bigger and stronger than herself.

My Mistress read these ancient words again and again until she knew them by
heart and until she understood them even as she understood her simple duties
as a slave girl. Late at night when all others were sleeping, she practiced
the techniques described in this aged text in the moonlight. Night after night
she practiced the skills of the sword and the ax with a three foot long wooden
spoon that was used to stir the soup in the kitchen. She practiced diligently
until she had mistressed every technique just as it was described in the
manuscript, and at last she was ready to make her move.

Barkida waited until the day that Gortar the Glorious and Mor-Tok and most of
his harem guards were absent from the household before she made her bid for
freedom. Gortar had gone on a raid on the border of Amazonia. Mor-Tok and his
harem guards were tending to important business at the court of Att-Dak the
Barbarian. Thus there were only five harem guards present to tend to the women
of Gortar's seraglio.

One of the harem guards had started to strike Barkida with his club in order
to punish her for a minor infraction. Barkida parried his club with her

wooden spoon. Then with a whipping backhand motion of the heavy spoon, she
struck him a stunning blow along the side of his head. The big man went down
as though he had been struck by the fist of the Goddess Artemis herself and he
lay spread eagled on his back upon the floor. He had been knocked out cold.

Three of the four remaining Harem guards just stood there and starred at
Barkida dumbfounded when they saw that this big muscular man had been struck
down by a mere slave girl. But the fourth guard drew out his club and he
furiously attacked my Mistress. Barkida parried the stroke of his club with
her wooden spoon, and at the same time she kicked him in the nuts. The burley
harem guard doubled over in pain as the ball of the slave girl's foot slammed
into his testicles with devastating impact. Barkida whipped the wooden spoon
down on top of his head and he fell face down on top of the body of the first
guard. Barkida had downed two men in less than a second.

The three remaining harem guards were enraged that a woman would dare to raise
her hand against a man. All three men were swinging their clubs wildly as they
moved upon her in one coordinated attack. Barkida ducked under the strokes of
the three clubs, and she struck the knees of two of the men with her wooden
spoon. Then she parried the club of the third man, and at the same time she
kicked him in the nuts. As the big man doubled over in pain, she straightened
him up with a snapping kick under his chin, and he fell upon his back upon the
two men that my Mistress had already struck down. She struck the two remaining
men along the side of their heads with just one deft stroke of her weapon.
These two men collapsed upon the floor on either side of her, and Barkida
stood triumphant over all five of the unconscious men.

The twenty five women who were also the slave girls of Gortar the Glorious
looked at Barkida with an expression of amazement on their faces as she placed
one foot upon the chest of the man who lay topmost upon the heap. "BEHOLD!",
Barkida had proclaimed to them, "These men have been felled by the hand of a
mere woman! These men have been struck down by a member of the so called
inferior weaker sex! These men were not so invincible and unconquerable as you
women had been taught to believe! Do you women wish to stay here and to
continue to grovel at the feet of Gortar the Glorious and his brutal men? Or
will you follow me to a life of freedom in the land of the Amazons?"

All twenty five of the slave girls had chosen to follow Barkida to a life of
freedom, and she lead them from the fortress of Jarl Gortar and into the
forest. But the women had not gotten far when Mor-Tok and nine of his harem
guards returned and found that their five fellow harem guards had been knocked
unconscious and that the women had all escaped. These men were in a frenzy of
rage as they pursued the disobedient women into the forest.

The women all knew that if the men caught them that they would be punished
harshly for having dared to attempt to escape. Thus did these women renew
their effort to flee when they realized that Mor-Tok and his brutal harem
guards were in pursuit of them. But just when the women were nearing the
border of the Amazon Empire and safety, one of the slave girls had tripped
over a log, and she had badly injured her leg. Now two of the women had to
help her to hobble along through the forest, and the three former slave girls
could only move at a very slow pace. Barkida now realized that Mor-Tok and his
henchmen would soon overtake and capture these women. She realized that she
would have to turn and to face these men in hand to hand combat if her sister
slave girls were to have any hope of escaping to safety into the Gynarchy of
Amazonia.

Thus did my Mistress turn to face these ten brutal harem guards, and thus did
she brandish her three foot long wooden spoon in defiance of these men. Two
men charged recklessly upon her from each side. Mistress Barkida swung her
spoon left and right, and the two men fell limply to the ground. The former
slave girl leaped forward and she knocked Mor-Tok senseless with a whipping
motion of her weapon. He fell upon his back and lay still.

The remaining seven men circled about her. Each man brandished his club in a
threatening manor, but no man had the courage to launch an attack against her.
Barkida was like a whirlwind as she leaped forward among the three men who
stood before her. Her wooden spoon was a flash, and all three men sunk to the
ground and lay motionless.

The four remaining enraged men charged wildly upon Barkida. Their attack was
uncoordinated and desperate now. One man swung his club at Barkida's head with
all of his strength. Barkida ducked under the blow, and he smashed one of his
own men in the face with his club. The stricken man staggered backwards
stunned and spitting out broken teeth. Barkida ducked under the attack of the
third charging harem guard. As the man charged crazily upon her, Barkida had
flipped him over her hips, and she landed him flat on his back at her feet.
She then took him out of the fight by stomping her bare foot in his face.

Then Barkida crouched low, and she reached up with her left hand and she
grabbed hold of the first man by his testicles. The man yelped in pain as my
Mistress jerked him down on his knees. She then back handed him across the
side of his head with her weapon, and he went down.

The fourth man hesitated in his attack upon the former slave girl. He looked
as though he was about to turn and flee from her in terror when Barkida's
wooden spoon smashed his face. His eyes rolled up under their lids, and he
went down. He had just started to get to his knees when Barkida placed her
foot on the nape of his neck and she slammed his face into the ground,
knocking him unconscious.

Now only one man remained standing before the fearsome slave girl. And he was
dazed and tottering on wobbly legs from being smashed in the face by a club
that was wielded by one of his own men. Barkida grabbed a fist full of his
thick matted chest hair with her left hand, and she pulled him towards her.
Then she delivered just one slashing stroke across his face with her weapon,
and the fight was over. Barkida the slave girl had totally demolished ten men
in less than a minute.

Barkida heard a gruff male voice groaning pathetically. It was Mor-Tok and he
was beginning to come to. He started to sit up, but Barkida placed her foot on
his chest and she shoved him back down on the ground. Mor-Tok began to
frantically plead for mercy as the former slave girl looked impassively down
upon him. At last Barkida grew weary of his sobbing and his whining pleas for
mercy. She removed her foot from his chest and she shoved it deep into his
mouth in order to silence him. She placed the ball of her foot upon his chin,
and she forced him to lick between her toes. Barkida enjoyed humiliating this
big brutal man in such a manner.

After Mor-Tok had licked her foot for several minutes, Barkida placed her foot
back on his chest. "I am going to allow you to live this time, Mor-Tok!", the
former slave girl hissed at him through clenched teeth, "You may tell your
master, Gortar the Glorious, that when next we meet, I will be an Amazon
warrior! And I will vanquish him in single combat upon the field of battle!
And I will take him as my slave, and I will lead him naked through the streets
of Themiscrya by a leash that is tied about his testicles as though he were a
dog! And I shall place my foot upon his neck! And from that day forward, he
will obey me at all times, and he will obey me in all things! And as to you,
Mor-Tok! Next time I will slay you, and I will take your manhood from you!"

And thus did my Mistress, Barkida the Amazon, leave Mor-Tok the captain of the
harem guards laying stunned upon the field. And she entered into the Queendom
of Amazonia where she soon graduated with top honors from the school of
Amazonjitsu. She became an Amazon warrior and an exalted heroine of the Amazon
Empire.

The twenty five slave girls who Barkida had rescued from the seraglio of
Gortar the Glorious all made their way to the Gynarchy of Amazonia and to
freedom. Most of these women took up a peaceful life as a farm girl or as a
shepherdess. But some of these women entered into the school of Amazonjitsu
and also became mighty heroines of the Amazon Empire.

And it was upon this very day that my Mistress has made good the boasting
words that she had spoken to Mor-Tok that day in the forest. Today she
vanquished her former master, Gortar the Glorious in fair and single combat
upon the field of battle. And as she stood over him with her foot upon his
chest, the once mighty Jarl pleaded for her mercy and he swore that he would
obey her in all things. And thus did she take him as her slave, and today she
lead him naked by his testicles through the streets of Themiscrya, just as she
said that she would do.

Also upon the field of battle today, Barkida the Amazon slew Mor-Tok and five
of his harem guards. And she took their testicles from them as trophies of her
victories over the men of Att-Dak the Barbarian. And it came to pass that
Andromache, the Queen of the Amazons had placed her foot upon the chest of
Att-Dak the Barbarian as she lead her triumphant Amazons in an exalted paean
of victory to the Goddess Artemis. And Barkida placed her foot upon the chest
of Mor-Tok as she chanted this paean of victory to the Goddess.

Big Foot now lowers his head to the floor in token of his respect for his
Mistress, Barkida the Amazon. Thus does he indicate that his tale is told.
Next it is the turn of Stiff Penis to tell a story of his Mistress, Lykopis
the She Wolf. Stiff Penis and I glare angrily at each other for a moment
before he begins his tale. I had been the slave of Lykopis the Amazon before
she had grown tired of me, and before she had put me upon the auction block of
Themiscrya to be sold. Thus there is still much jealousy between us two men.
He knows that I have already told the best of her heroic exploits upon the
field of battle many times. He knows that I have already told the tale of how
Lykopis slew the three hundred Spartans at the pass of Thermopylie. And he
knows that I have already told the story of how Lykopis slew the mighty giant,
Goliath. Stiff Penis is angry that I have robbed him of the pleasure of
telling these stories for the first time. At last he looks away from me and he
looks to the other men that sit in our group of male slaves. For it is time
for him to forget the differences that exist between him and me, and for him
to tell his tale of his Mistress, Lykopis the Amazon.