Victory Feast


It is not for nothing that they call my Mistress Andromache which means
"Man Fighter". For the men that she has slain upon the field of battle form 
legions of slaves in the seraglio of the great Goddess Artemis. The dainty 
little foot of Andromache the conqueress has tread upon the necks of 
mighty kings and warlords. Indeed when Conquered Cock told the tale of 
his Mistress, Iphito, he mentioned that Queen Andromache was attended 
by a huge naked male slave who had once been a mighty warrior king of a 
male dominated kingdom to the west. Well that huge naked male slave 
was me. I can attest to the fact that I was once a mighty warrior king 
who's neck our glorious Queen has tread upon. That is why my Mistress 
had named me "King", which also happens to be a name that is 
appropriate for a dog. Thus she had brought me down from a once proud 
warrior King to her lowly slave dog named "King". 

Her Majesty, the Queen of the Amazons took no prisoners today. The 
cowardly warlord, Att-Dak the Barbarian, had stationed himself at the 
very rear of his army, thinking that he would be safe from the woman that 
he secretly feared in his evil heart. But Andromache had fought with a 
single minded purpose. It was with great determination that she had cut a 
path through the ranks of Att-Dak's army so that she might confront her 
most hated enemy. And she slew a total of sixty two men before she had at 
last reached her goal. Thus did the mighty eight foot tall warlord end his 
career as the world's most brutal oppressor of women with the dainty little 
foot of my Mistress, Andromache, the Queen of the Amazons, upon his 
broad muscular chest. The story of how my Mistress slew this evil monster 
in single combat upon the field of battle would of and in itself make a 
magnificent tale for me to tell you. But that is a tale for me to tell you 
some other time.

	Also you may remember that as Conquered Cock told his tale of 
his magnificent Mistress, Iphito the Amazon, that he made mention of the 
embalmed head that lies at the foot of her throne. That is the head of 
Manalaos the once mighty king of Sparta that my Queen uses as a hassock 
to rest her foot upon. Over the years, I have told you many stories of the 
triumph of my Mistress over men upon the field of battle. But never have I 
told you the tale of how my Mistress slew Manalaos the King of Sparta. 
That is a story that I have been saving for a very special occasion.

	Well today is the day of that special occasion, for today is the day 
that the daughters of Amazonia are triumphant over the men of the Male 
Chauvinist Empire. Today is the day that my magnificent Mistress slew the 
brutal tyrant, Att-Dak the Barbarian, in fair combat upon the field of 
battle. Tonight is the night that Andromache the Conqueress sits at her 
victory feast, and the severed head of the once mighty champion of the 
cause of male supremacy decorates her table.

	And it shall come to pass, that from this day forward, the 
surviving men of Att-Dak the Barbarian shall obey Queen Andromache 
and her Amazons. And the sons of Att-Dak and his men shall obey the 
daughters of Queen Andromache and her Amazons. And the grandsons 
of Att-Dak and his men shall obey the granddaughters of Queen Andromache 
and her Amazons. And the great grandsons of Att-Dak and his men shall 
obey the great granddaughters of Queen Andromache and her Amazons. 
And so shall it always be, that the male descendants of Att-Dak and his men 
shall obey the female descendants of Queen Andromache and her Amazons, 
until the end of time.

	Tomorrow it shall be both my duty and my pleasure to pull the 
brains of Att-Dak the Barbarian out through his nose with a brass hook. 
Then I will carefully clean and embalm his head and I will prepare it as a 
trophy of victory for my glorious Queen. So that it may lay upon the dais 
at the foot of her throne in the palace of Themiscrya next to the head of 
Manalaos, the once mighty King of Sparta. And as my Mistress sits 
majestically upon her throne as she presides over her court, she will sit 
with her right foot upon the head of Manalaos, and with her left foot upon 
the head of Att-Dak the Barbarian. Thus will she symbolize the triumph of 
the daughters of Amazonia over the men of Sparta to the south, and over 
the men of the Male Chauvinist Empire to the North. I look forward to 
preparing the head of Att-Dak the Barbarian for my Mistress tomorrow. 
But tonight I sit here at the back of the room as I wait patiently until such 
time that my Mistress sees fit to call me forth to serve and to obey her. So 
listen my fellow members of the inferior sex, as I tell the tale of how my 
Mistress, Andromache, the Queen of the Amazons, slew Manalaos, the 
once mighty King of Sparta, in single combat upon the field of battle.

	The story began when the King of Sparta and the Queen of the 
Amazons had met for the purpose of negotiating a trade agreement. This 
meeting was held in the clearing of a forest that was midpoint between 
Sparta and Themiscrya. A large tent, or pavilion had been set up in the 
clearing for this meeting. Manalaos was accompanied by one hundred of 
his elite guardsmen, and Andromache was accompanied by one hundred of 
her best Amazons.

	The two leaders had hit it off badly from the very beginning. 
Manalaos found his fragile male ego and his manhood to be threatened by 
this assertive strong willed woman who sat before him. The fact that this 
nation to the north of Greece was ruled by a woman served as a challenge 
to his smug notions of male superiority over all women. "I find it strange 
that your land should be ruled by women." the King had commented 
casually as the negotiations neared to reaching their conclusion.

	"Why is that?", Andromache had demanded tersely. She was 
beginning to become annoyed with Manalaos' condescending and 
demeaning attitude towards women. It was only because this trade 
agreement would be of great benefit to the women of the Amazon nation, 
that the Queen had forced herself to keep her anger with this man in 
check. 

	"It seems that men would soon desire to assert their natural 
superiority over women!" King Manalaos declared arrogantly, "Without 
MEN to protect you, such men would soon invade your land with the intention 
of conquering you!"  My Mistress found his assumption that all women were 
helpless to be offensive,  yet for the sake of her beloved homeland of Amazonia, 
she continued to hold her anger in check. Andromache maintained a calm but 
assertive demeanor as she replied to his question. "Many men have come to 
assert their superiority over us and to conquer us." Andromache said to him, 
"We have always made such  men pay a heavy price for their aggression upon 
the field of battle!"

	"Surely you jest!" King Manalaos scoffed at her. "Surely you 
women would be no match for men upon the field of battle, since a man is 
so much bigger and stronger than a woman!" My Mistress felt a tinge of 
pleasure as she noticed King Manalaos' obvious discomfort with the 
possibility that a woman might be able to hold her own against a man in 
fair combat upon the field of battle. "Men may have the advantage of 
greater size and strength," Andromache declared, "but women are 
superior to men in terms of speed, agility, endurance, intelligence, skill, 
courage, and just plain moxie! The daughters of Amazonia have found that 
these many advantages of the woman will almost always triumph over the 
man's single advantage of greater size and strength! Such men fall before 
us like stalks of wheat would fall before the reapers scythe!"

	"Perhaps that might be true when fighting against Persian men, or 
the men of the barbaric tribes to the north," the King of Sparta had 
bellowed as he struck his chest with a clenched fist, "but surely no woman 
would dare to face a real man of Sparta upon the field of battle!" At  last 
Andromache could contain her anger with this man's demeaning and 
chauvinistic attitude no longer. "Let us see if that is true or not!" she had 
challenged him, "I propose that we fight three matches of hand to hand 
unarmed combat! And SHE who wins at least two matches out of the 
three, shall be declared the VICTRIX!"

	Manalaos was taken aback with this unexpected challenge to his 
male ego. He did not wish to fight this little woman. He had felt that there 
was no glory to be gained from defeating a member of what he had always 
looked upon as the inferior weaker sex. Especially since the Queen of the 
Amazons was so much smaller than he was. On the other hand, if she 
should somehow manage to emerge triumphant over him in this contest, 
his humiliation and shame would be enormous. "There ain't no fucking 
way that I am going to fight no fucking cunt female!" Manalaos had 
bellowed angrily. "Then know yee that all of the daughters of the Amazon 
Nation shall laugh in scornful mirth," my Mistress had taunted him, "when 
they hear the tale of how the mighty King of Sparta is afraid to face a mere 
woman in hand to hand unarmed combat!"

	The enraged King of Sparta began beating his chest with 
clenched fists. The sound of his fists beating against his massive chest was 
much like that of a base drum that could be heard throughout the dense 
forest. "Then we will fight, Bitch!" the seven foot nine inch tall man cried 
furiously, "When I get done with you, cunt, you will wish that you had 
stayed in your fucking place in the fucking kitchen where all you fucking 
women belong! And I bet you one thousand talons of gold that I kick your 
fucking female cunt ass!"
						
	"Oh mighty King of Sparta!", the Amazon Queen had replied to 
him in a voice that was dripping in sarcasm, "Do you have a real pair of 
BALLS between your muscle bound legs? Or are those just a pair of 
shriveled up raisins that dangle between your thighs? Does the big tough 
macho King of Sparta have the BALLS to accept a real BET!"

	Once again King Manalaos beat his broad muscular chest with his 
clenched fists. "You just name your stakes, Cunt! I will bet you any 
amount of gold, or silver, or any number of diamonds, or sapphires, or 
emeralds, or rubies, or any type of precious stones!" But my Queen was 
not interested in such trinkets. "I propose that HE who is the vanquished 
shall be the SLAVE of SHE who is the VICTRIX for as long as HE shall 
live!", she had challenged him, "Have you got the BALLS to accept such a 
bet as that, cock?"

	"You got yourself a bet, you cunt ass bitch!" the warrior King 
had roared his words at her as though he were an OGRE. He was much 
annoyed that the Queen of the Amazons had spoken to him in terms that 
assumed that she would emerge triumphant over him in this contest. "You 
just name the time and the place that I shall fight you!"

	"Our first match shall take place in this clearing right here and 
now!", my Mistress had answered him tersely, "It is my wish that the 
daughters of the Amazon Nation shall witness my triumph over the mighty 
King of Sparta! Therefore our second fight shall take place before the 
walls of the great Amazon city of Themiscrya! Your condescending and 
demeaning attitude towards all members of my sex has offended me 
greatly, cock! And I wish to punish you for your arrogance by humiliating 
you in front of your own warriors! Therefore our third and final match 
shall take place before the steps of your own palace in Sparta!"

	The two leaders stood face to face in the center of the clearing. 
The one hundred elite warriors of Sparta stood on one side of the clearing, 
and the one hundred Amazons stood on the other. All thoughts of trading 
vegetables or leather goods had now been forgotten. All were concerned 
only with the battle of the sexes that they were about to witness. All were 
concerned only with the question of which champion would emerge 
triumphant over the other. The men of Sparta were confident that their 
mighty King would win an easy victory over the Queen of the Amazons. 
What chance could this petite little woman have against this big macho 
man who stood nearly three heads taller than she, and who was more than 
double her weight. They were eager to see their king humiliate this uppity 
little bitch who was so stupid as to defy the laws of male supremacy.

	But as King Manalaos foolishly occupied himself with arrogant 
macho boasting and with making threats, and with macho chest beating, 
the Amazon Queen swiftly advanced upon him and she delivered a 
devastating kick to his testicles. As the big man doubled over in pain, she 
grabbed him by the hair of his head, and she brought her knee up into his 
face. As King Manalaos straightened up, Andromache followed up with a 
right cross to his jaw. The big man went down like he had been struck 
down by the hammer of Thor, and he lay spread eagle d on his back upon 
the ground without moving a muscle. My Mistress had knocked her male 
foe out cold.

	The Amazon women gave Queen Andromache a thunderous 
ovation as she had placed her foot upon the chest of her vanquished male 
foe, and she had raised her clenched fists high in the air in token of victory. 
The warriors of Sparta were totally stunned when they saw that their 
mighty King had been so quickly beaten by a woman. As the Queen still 
stood triumphant with her foot upon the massive chest of the conquered 
King, she turned her attention to the men of Sparta. "BEHOLD!", she 
cried stridently, "Your mighty King has been felled by the hand of a 
woman. I have beaten him in one match out of the three! When your King 
comes to his senses, tell him that I will expect to meet him before the walls 
of Themiscrya for our second fight in thirty days. Tell him that if he fails to 
come to face me, then all the world will know that the once mighty King 
of Sparta is a COWARD who is afraid to face a mere WOMAN in single 
combat upon the field of battle!" With that, my Mistress turned on her 
heels and she just left him laying there upon the ground, and the victorious 
Queen and her jubilant Amazons returned to Themiscrya.

	When King Manalaos came to, he told his men that the Queen 
had only beaten him because she had unfairly attacked him before he was 
ready. But he had spent every day of the next thirty days in hard training 
with his weapons masters in the skills of hand to hand unarmed combat. 
He was determined to avenge this massive humiliation that Queen 
Andromache had inflicted upon him in the forest.

	And so it came to pass, that when the thirty days had gone by, 
that the King of Sparta and the Queen of the Amazons stood  face to face 
before the walls of Themiscrya. The daughters of Amazonia had lined the 
walls of the city to observe this ultimate battle of the sexes that was about 
to take place. Each of these women felt a tinge of apprehension for her 
Queen as she saw for the first time the incredible difference in size and 
weight between these two combatants. Indeed the contrast between these 
two combatants was absolutely striking. The petite figure and graceful 
beauty of my Mistress had made her the very picture of femininity. And 
King Manalaos' incredible size and strength, his shaggy hair and matted 
beard, his deep gruff voice, his massive hairy chest, and most of all, his 
arrogant contempt for all living things other than himself, had made him 
the icon and the symbol for the male principle, and of all that is masculine.

	King Manalaos had beat his broad muscular 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 by all of the women who stood upon the 
walls of Themiscrya. "You CUNT!", the King had cried at her, "You had 
unfairly attacked me before I was ready to fight, and you unfairly took me 
by surprise! You had unfairly kicked me in the nuts, causing them to swell 
up to the size of melons! You had humiliated me in front of my men! Then 
you had shown disrespect for the superior male sex by having placed your 
foot upon my chest! But now I will avenge the massive humiliation that 
you have inflicted upon me! And when I have knocked you out, I will 
FUCK you right here before the walls of Themiscrya as all of your 
Amazon women look on!"

	With that, the mighty King of Sparta had charged upon my 
Mistress even as an enraged bull might charge upon a she cat. It was with 
amazing skill that the Amazon Queen had used the man's own strength to 
defeat him, and that she threw him flat on his back upon the ground. 
Manalaos attacked her again and again. He was determined to salvage his 
much threatened male ego by putting down this uppity little woman who 
had humiliated him in front of his men. But each time that he would attack 
her, Andromache managed to get the better of him. Each time she out 
maneuvered him and she out whited him. The women who were watching 
the fight from the walls of Themiscrya howled with glee as their Queen 
made a total fool out of the King of Sparta again and again. 

	At first Queen Andromache only defeated King Manalaos in ways 
that humiliated him in order to entertain and to amuse the Amazons who 
watched from the walls of the city of Themiscrya. She rolled the charging 
macho bully over her hip in such a way that he landed flat on his back at 
her feet. Then she delivered a devastating stomping kick to his face that 
would have knocked him out cold right then and there. Except at the last 
instant she pulled the kick short by a half inch. Then my Mistress pressed 
her foot into the big man's face in order to further humiliate him. These 
tactics only served to enrage her much larger male opponent and caused 
him to attack her with even greater furry.

	Then, without warning, my Mistress had switched her tactics so 
that she inflicted crippling blows and much pain upon her enemy. She 
landed painful kicks to his ribs and to his chest and stomach. Her small but 
iron hard fists had blackened both of his eyes and bloodied his mouth and 
his nose. At last she finished him off with a left cross to his jaw, followed 
by a snapping side kick to his gut. Then just as the King of Sparta had 
started to double over, she snapped his head back with a devastating right 
uppercut just under his chin, and he fell to the ground with a crash.

	"Get to your feet, cock!", Queen Andromache had cried as she 
had stood over him, "I am not through with you yet!" Though he was still 
conscious, the King of Sparta made no attempt to get back on his feet. 
"NO! PLEASE! HAVE MERCY!", he cried frantically, "I'VE HAD 
ENOUGH!" The triumphant Amazon Queen had advanced upon him, and 
she placed her foot firmly upon his chest. "Then YIELD, cock!", she had 
demanded, "Or I will beat you to a bloody pulp!" The now totally 
devastated man just lay there sobbing like a new born baby. The victorious 
vixen shook his chest vigorously with her foot, even as a Tigress might 
maul the carcass of her kill! "Do you YIELD!" she demanded tersely. "I 
yield!", the vanquished King of Sparta had mumbled in a barely audible 
tone. Andromache pressed her foot down hard upon his chest. "What was 
that?", she demanded, "I can't hear you!" Thus was the defeated King 
forced to speak up in a much louder voice, "I yield!" But the cruel Queen 
of the Amazons was not satisfied. She then turned her head towards the 
warrior women who lined the walls of the city. "Can you women hear 
him?", she had demanded stridently. "NO! WE CAN NOT HEAR HIM!", 
the daughters of Amazonia had replied to her in a unified chorus. "I 
YIELD! I YIELD! I YIELD!" the now totally humiliated King had cried 
out at the top of his lungs. His total submission was greeted by the wild 
cheering of the women of the Amazon Nation.

	As the victorious Queen of the Amazons had stood over the 
vanquished King of Sparta, with her foot planted squarely upon his 
massive chest, she had forced him to admit that she had twice beaten him 
in fair combat upon the field of battle. She had forced him to admit that 
she had proven to him that women are superior to men, and that he was a 
member of the inferior sex. Queen Andromache had allowed this man no 
chance to salvage his now totally crushed male ego, or to save face. She 
had interrogated him in this manner for a full ten minuets before she had at 
last removed her foot from his chest and allowed him to get to his knees.

	As the now totally demolished King of Sparta had knelt before 
her, he had lowered his head to her feet, and he began to lick her feet like 
the whipped dog that he was. Then he had seized hold of her ankle with 
both his hands, and he would have placed her foot upon his own neck in 
acknowledgment of the fact that he was now her slave. But my Mistress 
had pulled her foot away from him, for she was not yet satisfied with the 
completeness of her victory over him.

	"The chauvinistic and demeaning attitude towards women that 
you had displayed during the trade negotiations had offended me greatly!", 
Queen Andromache had proclaimed tersely, "Therefore, I wish to further 
punish you by humiliating you in front of your own warriors! Thus shall 
we fight our third and final match before the steps of your own palace in 
your own city of Sparta thirty days from today! Now return to Sparta with 
your tail between your legs like the whipped dog that you are!"

	But Andromache's excessive zeal to extract every last bit of 
humiliation from this once arrogant man who had so greatly offended her 
had almost proved to be her undoing. For by insisting that this third and 
final match shall take place in his own city of Sparta, she had given the 
treacherous King the chance that he needed to evade his rightful obligation 
to become her slave. In her zeal it inflict this final humiliation upon King 
Manalaos, my Queen had foolishly placed herself alone and unarmed in the 
lair of a most treacherous enemy.

	My Mistress had also made the nearly fatal mistake of arriving in 
Sparta on the evening before the final fight was due to take place. That 
night the treacherous King had drugged her wine, and when Queen 
Andromache awoke the next morning, she found herself spread eagled 
upon the ground before the steps of the palace of Sparta. Her wrists and 
ankles were firmly bound to iron stakes that had been driven deep into the 
ground. The King of Sparta was standing over her. Manalaos' three 
hundred elite warriors were assembled before the palace to observe the 
victory of their King over the Queen of the Amazons.

	"I see that you are ready for our final fight!" the King had said 
smugly, "Now I will teach you to have respect for members of the 
superior male sex!" He gave her a viscous kick in the ribs, and then he had 
ground his sandal clad foot down hard in her face. And then King 
Manalaos had lain down upon our Queen and he forced his erect penis into 
her womanhood, and he had brutally raped her as the warriors of Sparta 
had cheered him on.

	After he had finished taking his pleasure the King of Sparta got 
to his feet, and he kicked Andromache in the ribs several times. He then 
took a bull whip and he had beaten our glorious Queen to a bloody pulp. 
All of this time his men had cheered him on, and they had yelled for him to 
"KILL HER!" Then he had stood upon her with both his feet, and it was a 
miracle that my Mistress was not crushed to death beneath his massive 
weight. This cruel and brutal treatment of a beautiful woman had greatly 
excited the depraved King of Sparta and it had caused his penis to swell 
once again into an enormous pulsating erection.

	And again the brutal King had raped Andromache. And when he 
had finished raping her, he sat upon her and he punched her face again and 
again with his massive fists. Even after my Mistress had obviously been 
knocked out cold, he continued to pound her face with his huge fists. It 
was only when he was forced to stop by sheer exhaustion that he had quit 
beating her with his fists. At last he had stood up, and the warriors of 
Sparta had given him a thunderous ovation as he had placed his foot upon 
the breast of the Queen of the Amazons, and he had raised his arms high in 
the air in token of victory.	

	When Andromache came to, she was in a dungeon, and the very 
next day, she was sent to fight in the arena of Sparta armed not with a 
sword, but with a rolling pin. King Manalaos sat in his own private box 
seat. "Since you are a woman, your place is in the KITCHEN!", the King 
had proclaimed arrogantly, "Therefore I thought that it would be fitting 
that you should fight in the arena armed with a rolling pin!" There was a 
chorus of laughter from the spectators who had filled the bleachers of the 
arena to full capacity. "If you succeed in besting the gladiator in this 
arena," Manalaos had continued, "then I promise that you will be set 
free!"

	But instead of just one gladiator, my Mistress found that she 
faced two men in the arena. These were both big brutal men who were 
armed with huge two handed broadswords. My Mistress had ducked 
under the viscous sword stroke of her first attacker, and at the same time, 
she smashed his testicles with an upward stroke of her rolling pin. As the 
gladiator had started to double over in pain, she caved in his skull with one 
deft stroke of her kitchen implement.

	Holding her rolling pin by the handles on both of it's ends, our 
exalted Queen parried the strike of the second gladiator. She then took her 
man by surprise by striking him on the head with the rolling pin held not in 
her right hand as he had expected, but with the weapon held in her left 
hand. Now both men were dead, and they both lay side by side on their 
backs upon the sand. Now bear in mind my fellow slaves that when my 
Mistress had killed these men in the arena, that she was still badly injured 
by the brutal beating that King Manalaos had inflicted upon her just the 
day before. The spectators had given my Mistress a thunderous ovation as 
she had stood with one foot upon the chest of each man and she had held 
her rolling pin high in the air in token of victory.

	But the King of Sparta did not share the spectators' enthusiasm 
for her victory. He was obviously angered by the fact that Queen 
Andromache had just slain two of his best gladiators. "That was just the 
PRELIMINARY event!", he had exclaimed, "Now you will face my 
champion gladiator, Macho Maximus!"

	Macho Maximus was a giant of a man who stood a full ten feet 
tall and who weighed at least four hundred pounds. His sword was so 
heavy that my Mistress would not be able to even lift it with both of her 
hands, let alone wield it in combat upon the field of battle. And yet the 
champion gladiator had wielded this sword as though it were a juggler's 
baton. "Woman!", Macho Maximus had cried, "Kneel and bow down your 
head before me! I swear that I will be merciful, and that I will kill you 
quickly!" But the sheer brute strength of this giant gladiator proved to be 
no match for the superior speed and agility of my Mistress. First she had 
rolled under the stroke of his massive sword and she had shattered his 
knee with her rolling pin, forcing the big man down on his knees. A back 
handed stroke of the rolling pin to the side of his head laid the man flat on 
his back. She leaped upon him and she brought the rolling pin down upon 
his head again and again until she had splattered his brains upon the sand. 
Andromache had brought this big man down even as a female spider 
would bring down a cock roach that was many times her size. So swiftly 
and efficiently had she brought this man down that even the bards of her 
enemies sing her praises with grudging admiration and respect. The 
audience gave her a tremendous ovation as she had placed her right foot 
upon his burly chest and she had held her rolling pin high in the air in 
token of victory.

	The enraged King then sent twenty of his best elite warriors into 
the arena to slay my Mistress. The madness and hysteria could clearly be 
heard in his voice as he commanded them to "KILL HER!". But Queen 
Andromache swung her rolling pin left and right, backwards and forwards, 
and up and downwards. She wielded the rolling pin as she would wield her 
much feared double edged war ax upon the field of battle. She slew and 
she slew and she slew and she slew. She slew until at last the twenty elite 
warriors of Sparta lay in a massive heap in the center of the arena that was 
like a mountain. And my Mistress was the undisputed Queen of that 
mountain. The spectators had given her a thunderous ovation as she stood 
triumphant on top of that pile. And she had placed her foot upon the chest 
of the man who lay topmost upon the heap, and once again she had raised 
her rolling pin high in the air in token of victory.

	At this time the people of Sparta rose up and they had demanded 
that their King honor his promise to set this magnificent heroine free. At 
this point he had no choice but to return the double edged war ax that he 
had confiscated from her to her and to set Andromache free for fear that 
the people of Sparta would at last rise up in anger, and that they would 
overthrow his tyranny. But King Manalaos could not overcome the 
bitterness in his heart towards this woman who had humiliated him so 
many times. 

	And so it was that my Mistress had not traveled very far in her 
journey to return to her beloved homeland of Amazonia when once again the evil
King had changed his mind. He had rounded up his entire army, and he had 
pursued her into the wilderness. He had pursued her to the very borders of the 
Amazon Empire. And then the now totally mad King had lead his warriors 
across the border with the intent of making war upon the daughters of the 
Amazon Nation.

	But the daughters of Amazonia were there at the border waiting 
anxiously for the return of their Queen. "Leave King Manalaos to me!", 
Queen Andromache had told her warrior women, "He is mine!" And 
though the women of Amazonia were outnumbered by their male foes by 
more than five to one, they came among the warriors of Sparta even as a 
pride of lioness would come among a pack of jackals. Those men who 
were unfortunate enough to stand between my Mistress and her most 
hated enemy fell before the fearsome strokes of her fearsome war ax even 
as stalks of wheat would fall before the reapers scythe. Queen Man Fighter 
slew a total of twenty seven men before at last the Queen of the Amazons 
and the evil King of Sparta stood face to face upon the field of battle.

	I wish that I could say that the battle that took place between this 
man and this woman was a heroic battle much like that which might take 
place between the great Goddess Artemis and the great god Aries. But in 
truth, it was much more like my Mistress had slaughtered a squealing pig 
than like she had fought a man. First she had kicked him in the nuts. Then 
as he had started to double over in pain, she had seized him by the hair of 
his head, and she had pulled him down on his knees. His squealing cries of 
terror were cut short as Queen Andromache took his head from him with 
one deft stroke of her war ax. She then kicked the huge headless carcass 
of the King over on it's back with her foot. "It's over!", Andromache had 
cried as she had placed one foot upon his massive chest, and she had held 
his severed head high in the air for all to see, "The once mighty King of 
Sparta is DEAD!"

	And when the warriors of Sparta saw that the Queen of the 
Amazons had slain their mighty King in fair combat upon the field of 
battle, they had been totally demoralized. Most of those men who yet 
remained standing had thrown down their weapons, and they had fled in 
terror from the field of battle. Many other men had thrown down their 
weapons and fell to their knees. And they had bowed down their heads to 
the feet of the now totally triumphant women of the Amazon army in 
token of their total and unconditional surrender to the woman of 
Amazonia and to the principles of FEMALE SUPREMACY. An Amazon 
woman had placed a bare foot firmly upon the neck of each of these men 
and she had proclaimed him to be her property and her slave. Then the 
woman had bound the wrists of her man behind his back with a leather 
thong and she had striped him naked by cutting off his clothing with her 
dagger. At last each of these women had carved her mark upon the man's 
naked buttocks with her dagger in order to mark him as her slave.

	King the slave of Queen Andromache wishes to tell us of how the 
triumphant Queen had grabbed hold of King Manalaos by his testicles, and 
of how she had castrated him with her dagger. Slave King would like very 
much to tell us, his fellow slaves, of how each Amazon had placed her foot
upon the chest of one of the many men that she had 
slain. Her faithful and her devoted slave wishes to boast to us of how our 
Queen had held his severed head high in the air with one hand, and of how 
she had held his severed testicles high in the air with her other hand. He 
wishes to tell us of how Queen Andromache had placed her foot squarely 
upon the massive chest of her vanquished male foe as she had lead her 
triumphant Amazons in a magnificent paean of victory to the Goddess 
Artemis.

	All of these things poor King wishes to tell us and more. But he 
can not tell us any of these things. For it is at this moment that Queen 
Andromache calls for him to serve her another goblet of wine. And the 
idle chatter of a lowly male slave must seize instantly when he has been 
summoned forth to serve and to obey his Mistress.