Diana's second Valkyrus 
By Diana the Valkyrie
Diana meets another Valkyrus 


This is a work of fiction, a story, one of the Sagas of Diana the 
Valkyrie. There is no such think as a Valkyrus (male Valkyrie), never 
were, never will be, so if you think you're one, then you're mistaken. 
If you think you recognise the fictional character in this story, you're 
mistaken, I made up all the names, and if anyone in this world 
does have this name or a similar name, then it's a coincidence. 

(C) Diana the Valkyrie, 1996. Email me at valkyrie@thevalkyrie.com


After meeting a possible Valkyrus (a male Valkyrie) ordinary men didn't 
seem the same. Where a normal man just wants to insert rod A in orifice 
B (sometimes in C or even D), the Valkyrus treated me like a person 
without me even having to tell him, and seemed to think more of my 
pleasure than of his own. Which, of course, left me free to concentrate 
on giving him a major sexual experience. And he instinctively knew how 
to treat a Valkyrie, how to rub my belly, how to caress my waist, how to 
stroke my thighs and he even got down and licked my toes without being 
told to. How could an ordinary man compete with that? 
 
I discussed it with my best friend Judy, who is also a Valkyrie, and who 
seems to have all but married Michael, my friend the history professor 
and eminent Valkyrologist. "Michael thinks he might be a Valkyrus, too" 
she said. "He told me, he's so soft and weak, even an ordinary woman can 
hurt him if she gets rough, let alone you or me, Diana. Sometimes he 
comes home after a day's teaching, and I have to hold him for half an 
hour before he stops trembling and relaxes." I felt ashamed of the way 
I'd hurt his wrist when we first met, just to prove to him how strong I 
am. "Judy, why are Valkyruses so helpless?" 
 
Judy looked at me for a long time, and I sensed she was trying to make 
up her mind about something. "Diana, you taught me how to be a Valkyrie. 
You taught me not to be ashamed of this big powerful body, how to dress 
to show it off, how to be self-confident; you taught me how to use my 
natural weapons, how to leave a man in a state of shock and exhaustion. 
It's time I paid back some of that, because I know things about 
Valkyruses that you don't." 
 
I took a sip of my coffee and nodded, listening. Judy's a nurse, and 
knows about the human body. "Diana, a Valkyrie's body makes a trade-off; 
more strength for less speed." I know that, I did some tests once, and 
although I'm maybe a few times as strong as a normal man, I can run only 
about a third as fast. "The Valkyrus makes a trade-off too. But instead 
of trading speed for strength, he trades strength for intelligence." 
 
Of course! Both Michael and Steven had a quick wit in a rather weak 
body. Softer and weaker than a normal male, but undeniably a lot more 
intelligent. "It's a good partnership, Diana. The Valkyrie uses her 
physical strength to protect the Valkyrus, he uses his intelligence to 
advise her how to use it." Yes, yes. I could see it. I felt so 
protective towards men, but especially towards fragile, helpless ones. 
And both Michael and Steven instinctively sought the protection of a 
strong woman. "Michael comes home after a day at the university, and 
then spends hours researching about Valkyries. He's the world's greatest 
expert, he know *everything*." I could hear how proud of him she was. "I 
have to drag him to bed most nights". Knowing those two, I bet he didn't 
put up much resistance. Not that he'd be able to fight off a randy 
Valkyrie like Judy. Not that he'd want to. 
 
"Diana, did you fuck Steven?" she asked me abruptly. "No, I didn't. I 
didn't want to scare him, and I didn't want him to think I was easy." 
She nodded. "Then there's something else you need to know about 
Valkyruses." Oh? 
 
"Diana, you know how, after a couple of orgasms, men go all soft and 
limp?" Yes, of course; I nodded. "And you showed me what to do then?" 
"Yes, you have to force them. But it isn't rape, not really, because 
afterwards they say they liked it." "Diana, you know that normal women 
can't do that, it's only us Valkyries?" "Sure, that's why they go so 
weepy and grateful afterwards." "Diana, have you never wondered why 
we're capable of drawing a man's penis into our vagina and using our 
internal muscles to bring him to a raging climax?" 
 
I stared at her. No, I hadn't, actually. But now she came to mention it 
... this surely had to do with the anatomy of a Valkyrus. What was she 
trying to tell me? I shook my head, baffled. 
 
"It's to do with blood, Diana." Blood? "You have about a gallon of blood 
inside you. It brings nutrients to the muscles and brain, takes away 
waste. The heart pumps to maintain the pressure, forcing the blood 
through the circulatory system. Some to the muscles, some to the 
internal organs, some to the brain." Anatomy 101. I knew that. "When a 
man has an erection, blood is diverted from elsewhere to engorge his 
penis." Most men assume it's a muscle; it isn't. It's blood that 
stiffens an erection. "The Valkyrus has a larger proportion of blood 
circulating through his brain than Homo Sapiens." To supply the more 
powerful brain, that made sense. "And therefore less for his body. 
That's the tradeoff, more brain, less brawn." 
 
I thought I could see where this was going. "And less blood available 
for his erection" I said. Judy nodded, watching me carefully. "But Judy, 
Steven was having an erection, I know he was." "Yes, Diana. But it takes 
a considerable stimulus to give a Valkyrus an erection. Ordinary women 
aren't usually enough for Michael. It takes the sight and feel of a very 
strong woman. Of a Valkyrie. And even then, one erection is all I can 
ever get out of him." That doesn't sound too good. But then I realised, 
perhaps it didn't matter so much to us Valkyries, because we could 
always force the Valkyrus to have sex with us, and the lack of a proper 
erection wasn't really a problem. It isn't rape, not really. More like a 
forcible seduction. Isn't mother nature wonderful? The strengths of the 
Valkyrie compensate for the weaknesses of the Valkyrus, and vice versa. 
 
I hadn't actually had sex with Steven, so I didn't know what his 
capabilities were. But what I did know, was that a Valkyrie looks 
insatiable to a normal man, and she'd look even worse to a Valkyrus. But 
presumably Mother Nature has a way of dealing with that, too. 
 
"Well, this is fine and good for you, Judy, you've got yourself a sweet 
Valkyrus. But I haven't. Still, it does help to know what I'm looking 
for." 
 
A few days later, I was at Henry Richard's' birthday party, and I was 
planning to avoid my usual sort of guy, and see if I could seduce a 
Valkyrus. So first of all, I dressed a bit differently to my usual 
apparel. I thought of a Valkyrus - what would we be attracted to? The 
answer must be, a strong, confident sexy Valkyrie. 
 
So, in order to show my strength, I decided to show off my thighs, which 
are like telephone poles, 30 cm diameter, and hard as oak. Normally, I 
hide my big thunderthighs under a long skirt, but the Valkyrus would be 
turned on by the power of my legs. So, a short skirt. A *very* short, 
black skirt. A skirt that scarcely covered the tops of my thighs, and it 
was great fun going round the shops looking for it. 
 
So my skirt showed my strength. One look at my thighs and you knew that 
the most dangerous place in the world was between them, unless I liked 
you. So next, I wanted to show confidence, and I think the best way to 
do that is to flaunt my breasts, which are nicely adequate. And 
flaunting my breasts is something I'm rather good at. It isn't difficult 
if your breasts are firm and adequate, you wear a cream silk blouse and 
no bra, so the silk clings to your breasts and flatters them, letting 
your nipples put stress lines in the fabric, drawing attention to how 
well filled your blouse is. 
 
And I wore my favourite belt; my sixteen foot leather bullwhip, wound 
five times round my waist, and the handle hanging by my hip. The handle 
is, very obviously, made from the bull's most important part, his 
Essential Bullishness. 
 
And finally, I wanted to look sexy. You might think that a tiny skirt 
and a clingy cream silk blouse would do the trick, but in my experience, 
it's a mistake to be subtle with men. Hitting them with a sledgehammer 
works so much better than fluttering your eyelashes. So I completed the 
outfit with a pair of ridiculous shoes, and I wore my hair long and 
loose, washed and brushed, shining and glossy, down around my shoulders. 
With a powder blue satin ribbon to keep it under some control. 
 
And on top of all that, a three-quarter length fur coat, Some people 
have a problem with fur coats, but in this case, the fur was sheared 
from a fine-wooled sheep, and needle-punched onto a linen base, inside 
and out. So although it had the look and feel of an expensive wild- 
animal skin, it actually represented no more cruelty to animals than a 
wool cloth coat. Except it looked so drop-dead sexy on me, it was severe 
cruelty to men - ordeal by tight trouser. 
 
I put on my helmet, the motorcycling helmet with the Viking horns that 
Kevin made for me, kicked my Honda Valkyrie, Black Beauty, into life, 
and roared away to Henry's party. And I made a lovely dramatic entrance, 
riding my big powerful bike right into his front garden where the party 
was taking place, and yanking it onto the centerstand right there in the 
middle of the party. 
 
"Hi, Diana" said a large number of useful-looking men, who obviously 
knew that a Valkyrie on a Valkyrie meant Diana the Valkyrie. "Hi, boys". 
I took off my helmet and fur coat, and got whistled at by a few 
connoisseurs of femininity, and in reply I twirled, arched my back, 
lifted my hair up and twirled again, letting my body bounce off a few of 
my admirers. 
 
Of course, I got asked to dance by several guys, but I had other fish to 
fry and smiled as I refused them. One bloke didn't want to take no for 
an answer, and tried to grab my arm, but I skipped away from him. He 
followed me, insisting, so I told him "No, Sweetie, not tonight, I've 
got something I want to do." So then he really did grab my arm, and I 
just looked at his hand on my blouse, slapped his face lightly, pulled 
my hand away, put a leg behind his, and pushed him so he fell back on 
his bum. And then I just walked away. I heard a commotion behind me, but 
his friends grabbed him as he went for me and restrained him. "Are you 
crazy? That's the Valkyrie, she'll hurt you just as much as she has to, 
to make you give up. Stop now and all you've lost is a bit of dignity. 
Stop now before you lose big time." 
 
But I wasn't interested. If he wanted to take this further, I'd give him 
as much pain as he wanted, but I hadn't come to this party for a fight, 
I was here to seek a Valkyrus. And this kind of aggressive macho 
character couldn't be Valkyrus in a million years. 
 
I scouted round the edges of the party, looking for a likely 
possibility. A Valkyrus is shy and non-physical, not likely to be found 
in the center of the action, but more likely hanging round the edges, 
talking politics or philosophy. So I moved from group to group, looking 
for a man without much physical presence, but with intelligence and wit 
and the ability to sparkle in conversation. 
 
It was a complete failure. The problem was, each time I joined a little 
group, conversation died as the men ogled me and the women hated me. I'd 
over-egged the pudding. My skirt was too short, my blouse too slinky, my 
shoes too fuck-me, my hair too sexy. If there were any Valkyruses there, 
I'd scared them off by coming on too strong. 
 
So, I went down a level. First I put my fur coat back on, to hide my 
most obvious assets a bit. Then, scattered around the party, there were 
a few lonely males. I went up to the likeliest-looking lad, and sat down 
by his side. "Hi! I'm Diana the Valkyrie. How do you do." He turned and looked 
at me, my big fur coat, my long hair streaming down the back, my big 
legs underneath me (best place for legs, don't you think?). He looked me 
up and down, smiled, and said "Hello, I saw you fighting earlier. I'm 
Gloria. You're a bloke in drag, aren't you?" 
 
I've never been so insulted in my life. My first impulse was to punch 
his lights out, but I gritted my teeth, opened my coat, and said "And 
what do you suppose *these* are?". And then a fast fist to the belly 
doubled him up and taught him to be a bit more careful in future about 
gender estimates. I left him moaning on the grass, no need to make a big 
production out of it. 
 
So much for picking up a Valkyrus at a party. 
 
So I had a little think, and I came to the conclusion that maybe I was 
being too optimistic anyway. Valkyruses possibly don't go to many 
parties, maybe they're just too shy and nervous, too unsure of 
themselves. And maybe even too scared of (gulp) girls? They'd be 
intellectuals, maybe even a bit geekish and nerdish. Not into boxing, 
more into chess. Not into football, more into pinball. Not into sports, 
more into computers. Computers! Of course! That's where the modern 
Valkyruses must be. 
 
So where to look? The world is full of computer nerds, where do I find 
the ones that like the idea of strong, confident women? I'd already 
tried the obvious internet newsgroup, alt.amazon-women.admirers. That 
led me to the Amazon's Arena BBS, which had a lot of interesting files 
on it, but not much messaging from people. But then I realised that the 
answer was right in front of me. America Online! 
 
AOL gets a lot of flak from people who don't know what it is. They 
criticise it as an ISP, which is like criticising a motorbike for having 
only two wheels. It isn't, primarily, an ISP. It's a club, with members. 
And you make friends there, by finding people with similar interests. So 
I created an account, calling myself "Diana the Valkyrie", DValkyrie. 
 
You find like-minded people by creating a Member room, with whatever 
title you choose. Guess what - most of them are to do with sex, or 
"romance" as AOL calls it. So I created a room, and I called it "Strong 
Women Amazons and Valkyries", and I sat there waiting to see what would 
happen. 
 
Things began to happen fast. People started dropping in, and asking 
"What's this room about?" and "What's the topic?" and "What's a 
Valkyries?". So I started to explain to each of them who I was and what 
a Valkyrie is, until eventually I realised that what you do is make a 
Member Profile for yourself, so that people can glance at that before 
they talk to you. Except an awful lot of people don't bother to read it, 
surprisingly enough. I know that, because people IM me and ask "m/f", 
which is plainly answered in my profile. IM - you can send a one-to-one 
message like a phone call, an Immediate Message. 
 
Great, the Profile helped a bit, but then people started asking for 
more, more about me, and especially asking for a pic (picture). So I 
sent them a couple of my Sagas, but it's a certain amount of hassle each 
time, so I made a web page. AOL gives you 2mb free for each account, so 
I put up some pictures, biographical and anatomical details (a lot of 
them ask for that) and all my Sagas, so that when they asked for more, I 
could just say http://announce.com/dvalkyrie and they could just click 
and help themselves. 
 
Two problems. It turns out that many AOL members don't know how to use 
the web (I explain the one click that gets you there). Ignorance is 
curable. But the bigger problem, is that so many of them aren't willing 
to admit they don't know, for fear of looking dumb. So they pretend they 
can't be bothered, and only admit ignorance when I ask them. 
 
But I certainly attracted a lot of attention. And met a lot of 
interesting people, some of which where into d/s (if you don't know what 
that is, you're not into it), or r/p, or s/m, or some of which were into 
other assorted things, but a few of them found my room title 
interesting, my profile intriguing and my web site 
http://announce.com/dvalkyrie quite mind blowing. 
 
And I chatted with them, in the room and via IM. It's quite easy to tell 
who's interesting, intelligent and witty, and occasionally I'd play a 
game with them, trapping a head or waist between the legs of the 
powerful Valkyrie and crushing them into submission and unconsciousness. 
Of course, different people like to play different games, but people who 
don't play games at all are definitely not interesting. 
 
And gradually, over a period of weeks, I built up a list of potential 
Valkyruses. You see, the sign of a Valkyrus isn't his physical body, 
that is really unimportant. 
 
They claimed to be all ages, shapes and sizes, and I mostly ignored 
their physical descriptions of themselves. If I believed everything I 
was told, I'd have to assume a new and very common subspecies Homo 
AOLicus, whose main distinguishing feature was his huge dick, averaging 
in excess of ten inches. The oldest claimed to be 60, the youngest 18. 
But the Valkyruses all had one thing in common, a very quick 
intelligence and a ready wit, with a good sense of humour. Sometimes a 
bit timid, but that's rather charming in a man. But one big drawback - 
almost all lived in America. Still, that's only a few hours away by 
Jumbo. 
 
I got really close to one of them. We had some great fights, and 
although the Valkyrie always beat the poor man, he was clearly enjoying 
it, and he didn't fight passively, just waiting for me to make the 
moves. He responded with his thoughts and feelings as my thighs crushed 
his waist, or whatever was going on, and so he, I and any spectators had 
a great time. 
 
When we spoke, he would often mention the ocean that separated us in a 
very wistful manner. He very obviously wanted to actually met me, but 
believed that it could never happen. Perhaps that gave him the courage 
to be himself, to get to know me, and to start a proper relationship. 
 
What is a relationship between two people, between a man and a woman? So 
many men seem to think it should be "Fuck me?" "No!", because that's 
their approach. Of course that's silly. You start with something as 
simple as "Hi", the minimum, and maybe start to talk about some mutual 
interest (boxing, or writing, or whatever). You become acquainted, and 
at that stage, you form an opinion of their intelligence and whether 
they are interesting to talk to. Acquaintanceship can become friendship, 
even lasting friendship. 
 
Meanwhile, the relationship progresses on the sexual level. One of you 
flirts a little. If the other one does too, then that's an expression of 
possible interest. I shake my hair out. You adjust your trousers. I 
smile and look at you. You do the same. Goodness, I'm sure you know 
about flirting. The flirting can stay light and amusing, or it can get 
heavier and arousing. The man and woman interact with each other, moving 
the relationship forward. 
 
Online, offline, it's all the same. Until you come to physical contact, 
it's all words and movements. Online you lose the tone of voice, the 
facial expressions, the gestures, so sometimes there are 
misunderstandings. Sometimes you don't realise someone is hurt by what 
you just said because you can't see their face, and you plough on making 
it worse. 
 
But there comes a stage in a sexual relationship, when the two people 
have to meet. And I told Harry I was coming to New York. 
 
"Oh wow, oh wow" was his reaction. And we arranged a date, time and 
place to meet. 
 
I dressed carefully for the occasion, of course. Nothing too flamboyant, 
oatmeal cashmere sweater, tweed jacket and longish skirt, country boots, 
hair up in a bun. Touch of perfume, brooch on the jacket, ribbon in my 
hair. The overall effect I was after was girl-next-door, sweet but 
possibly sexy. 
 
Harry was waiting in the bar he'd told me about, and I recognised him by 
the AOL diskette on the table by his side. I walked over to him, and put 
my AOL diskette down on top of his, and he looked up and we smiled at 
each other. I sat down. 
 
"You must be Diana the Valkyrie", he said. "And you must be Harry." We 
smiled at each other again, and he offered me a drink. "Orange juice, 
please". 
 
We spent a pleasant hour chatting about our experiences and mutual 
friends on AOL. I told him how much I hated the abrupt "let's fuck" 
approach I so often got and he told me how much he hated the rejections 
that he received so often. 
 
And then we got onto the subject of Valkyries. "You don't really believe 
you're a Valkyrie, do you?" he asked. So I went into the explanation of 
the anatomical differences once again, and he sat looking at me with 
considerable disbelief in his eyes. So I thought, do I give him 
something to convince him, or shall I just let it ride? The trouble with 
bending nails and things is that people so often think there's some 
sleight of hand involved, and the problem with showing them by gripping 
their arm, is that it hurts them. Well, I decided to let it go, maybe 
we'll revisit that issue later. 
 
So then we talked about him, and he told me he was an actuary, in the 
insurance business, analysing degrees of risk. And I told him about my 
job in banking, and it turned we had quite a lot in common, both being 
in the financial services sector. 
 
And he was pretty much what I was hoping from a Valkyrus; very 
intelligent, intellectual rather than physical, and he seemed very 
willing to stand up to me in debate. And he told me that he'd got 
tickets for the theatre that evening, to see a production of "The 
Importance of being Earnest", which is one of my favourite plays, and I 
said "Great", and I'd love it. 
 
"The theatre isn't far from here" he said. "We can walk it" and I was 
glad I had fairly sensible boots on. So we set out down the street, 
heading for the area where the theatre was. 
 
On the way, we got mugged. Is this a frequent occurrence here? A big guy 
jumped out at us, and threatened Harry with a gun, demanding all his 
money. I stood there watching, there's no point in going against a guy 
with a gun when it's just money he wants, until Harry handed over his 
wallet. While he was waiting for Harry, he leered at me, and said "Nice 
tits. You look like you need a good time, sister." And when Harry handed 
over his wallet, the guy clouted Harry on the side of his head with that 
huge gun. 
 
Big mistake. As he was using the gun as a club, he wasn't watching me. 
He must have assumed I was some blonde bimbo, I expect he'd never met a 
Valkyrie before. But I wasn't fast enough to be able to stop Harry 
getting banged on the head. 
 
Valkyries aren't fast movers. The same tendon leverage that gives us a 
lot of power, also means that we trade off a lot of speed. But I've 
gotten used to that by now, so I don't tend to do things that need 
speed. 
 
I didn't even try to catch his gun hand, or try to protect Harry's head. 
Instead, while he wasn't watching me, I put all my shoulder muscle into 
a smashing punch to the guy's chest. Not his head, because I'm not fast 
enough to do a head punch. My bare fist impacted his chest with a 
satisfying thud, and he staggered and dropped the gun. I was waiting, 
and let fly with my other arm, and that knocked him onto his backside. 
So I got behind him, wrapped my legs round his chest front and back, 
locked my ankles, and started a process that I know has only one 
conclusion. 
 
My thighs are big, very big. And hard. Like telephone poles. Like tree 
trunks. Like a nutcracker. And I wasn't trying terribly hard, even. He 
breathed out, I tightened my grip by simply straightening my legs, so he 
couldn't breathe in. So he breathed out some more, and I just crushed in 
some more. Very soon, he'd emptied his lungs completely, and *had* to 
breathe in. But not with my thighs clamped to his chest. 
 
So he started to struggle. He tried punching them, then he tried 
scratching, and then he just pushed at them trying to get them apart 
just a fraction so he could get air. No way, chum. You're between the 
legs of a Valkyrie, and your options are very few. I didn't actually 
have much to do, just wait until lack of oxygen would have the 
inevitable result. He tried to reach across to my body, but simply held 
his hand in both of mine so he couldn't do anything with it, and waited 
while his struggles gradually got more and more desperate, but more and 
more feeble. 
 
He was still just moving feebly when I relaxed my legs and let him 
breathe again. He was groaning as he breathed in and out, his body 
shuddering and shaking. "You've been a naughty boy, sweetie. You 
shouldn't wave that great big weapon around, you know, it might go off 
and hurt someone. And now you're going to be punished." "Bitch" he said, 
and tried to reach towards me with his hands. But I had one of them held 
safely in both of mine, and his other arm simply couldn't reach round 
his body. "Now that wasn't very nice, sweetie. You shouldn't be rude to 
a lady." I pulled his arm out straight, and turned his hand down, 
bending his wrist towards his forearm, bending it and bending it until 
he started howling with pain. 
 
His shouts of agony woke Harry up. He sat up slowly and blinked a few 
times, looked around him and saw me lying on the ground, with the mugger 
between my legs, and he heard some high-pitched screams. "Diana! Oh, my 
god. He's raping Diana." He scrambled to his feet and staggered away, 
pursued by my cry of "Harry, it's all right, I'm not.." but he was gone. 
Off to call the police for help, I expect. 
 
Silly Harry. I had actually explained quite a lot to him about 
Valkyries, and he should have been able to work out that it really isn't 
very likely that a man could rape me. The other way round, yes. 
 
"It's just you and me, sweetie" and I held his hand bent down towards 
his arm, and started to rotate it while keeping his arm straight. 
 
"Noooo..." he moaned as the pain in his wrist hit his brain, and the 
elbow joint started to come under pressure. And just to show him that 
his big body was still entirely under my control, I re-applied the 
pressure from my legs, squeezing fairly lightly, just enough to remind 
him of what I'd done with them a few minutes ago. 
 
He got the message at once, and responded nicely. "No, please no, lady, 
you're hurting me." "That's right, sweetie. You've been a bad boy, and 
you've got to be punished. And this little girl is going to do that, 
because you hurt my friend. You hurt my friend, I punish you, it's very 
simple. You understand." "Yes, I got it, I won't do it again, I swear, 
please let me go." As he breathed out, I straightened my legs a little 
to restrict his breathing, and I twisted his arm a bit more. "Auugh. No, 
please." 
 
"You're a big bully, sweetie. You carry a gun, and threaten a man half 
your size. You're a bully and a coward." I brought my thighs an inch 
closer together - he wasn't even trying to resist me any more. "You 
attack the weak and helpless, but you attacked a Valkyrie this time and 
that was very silly, sweetie." He just moaned. "Next time you see a 
well-built woman, just think of the Valkyrie" I said, and took him in 
another inch or two. 
 
Then he broke. When a man like that begins to cry, when you can actually 
see the tears running down his cheeks, then you know you've taken him 
past the limit of his self-control. Men can't fake tears (except Spencer 
Tracy), so when they start to cry, you know they're broken. And, of 
course, when a man cries, a Valkyrie's soft heart wants to comfort and 
console him. 
 
By now he was sobbing and panting again, unable to draw a full breathe. 
"Next time you see a woman's legs, think about what her thighs can do to 
a man." I crushed his chest harder, squeezing out the air, and stopping 
him from drawing more in. He was hovering on the brink of 
unconsciousness again, pressed into blackness by my powerful thighs, but 
kept awake by the sharp, bright pain in his twisted arm. 
 
But inevitably, the lack of oxygen faded his sight and hearing until 
even the pain in his wrist and elbow could not maintain his awareness. 
He slipped down into the blackness of Lethe, but I saw him going, and 
relaxed my legs so he could breathe again. and I let go his arm, I'd 
inflicted enough pain on it. 
 
He lay on the ground, weeping and struggling to breathe now that I 
permitted him to. I sat near him, kneeling on the ground and sitting 
back on my heels, my skirt spread out neatly in front of me. "We'll wait 
for the cops to arrive, sweetie. Harry will be back soon. If you just 
lie there quietly, I won't have to hurt you any more. Oh, and don't call 
me Lady, I'm a Valkyrie." "I'll be good, I'll be good, Miss Valkyrie. 
You don't need to hurt me any more." 
 
I stretched out one of my legs, and he cowered away from it. "That's 
Valkyrie, sweetie. Not Miss Valkyrie. Just Valkyrie.." "Whatever you 
say, Valkyrie. Jesus, you're strong." "Valkyries have very powerful 
muscles, sweetie. A man like you doesn't stand a chance." He groaned and 
closed his eyes. "Once any part of you is between my legs, you're 
finished. You've just felt my chest scissors; my waist scissors would 
make you feel like I was cutting you in half." He moaned again. "But my 
head scissors is like your worst nightmare. Would you like a 
demonstration?" "No, Valkyrie, please no." I smiled. "I can crack a 
coconut with my thighs, I could show you that, if you like" I offered "I 
believe you", he wheezed. "It's no trouble", I joked. "Just put your 
head between my thighs." 
 
He took me seriously, and started to crawl towards me. "I wonder what's 
keeping Harry?" I wondered. "No, sweetie, it's all right, you don't have 
to put your head there, I was only kidding." "Thank god" he said, 
closing his eyes in relief. "I thought maybe you were going to kill me." 
"No, sweetie, Valkyries don't kill men. Not on purpose, anyway." "So 
what is a Valkyrie, anyway?" 
 
I looked at him, the man who had tried to mug Harry and rape me, and 
explained to him that he hadn't attacked an ordinary woman, but the 
female of a slightly different sub-species of human. "You mean, like, 
you're an alien?" "No, sweetie, just a different kind of human. Like 
different breeds of dog? Bulldogs are strong and greyhounds are fast. 
You can't have both, it's like a tradeoff. You Sapiens are faster, we 
Valkyries are stronger." "So are there a lot of you? I don't think I've 
ever met a Valkyrie before." 
 
I sighed. That was my greatest sorrow. Sapiens are nice, and I really 
like men, but I got on so much better with Judy and Vicky, because they 
were my own kind. and I explained this to him, and about how I was 
searching for a Valkyrus, a male Valkyrie. "Wow." he said. "Wow." and 
then after a long pause, "I don't think your friend's coming back." 
 
I looked around. Harry had been gone for a couple of hours. "He's run 
away, Valkyrie, taken it on his toes." It certainly looked that way, and 
I was beginning to get uncomfortable sitting on the ground. So I stood 
up, then looked down at the mugger on the ground. "What's your name, 
sweetie?" "Bruggy" "Well, Bruggy, let's find your gun, and then you can 
buy me a drink. I guess we've missed Ernest." 
 
I reached down a hand and helped him up, and we both searched for his 
gun. He found the gun, and handed it meekly to me. "It isn't loaded" he 
said. "I only use it to intimidate." I laughed. "I'll have to show you 
about intimidation some time" I said. He gave me a puzzled look, so I 
lifted my skirt slightly, and laughed as he flinched. 
 
We went to the nearest bar, and I bought him a drink. He sat down 
carefully, as of one still in some considerable pain. "See, I'm looking 
for a Valkyrus" I explained. "That's a male Valkyrie." "Wow, mega" he 
said. So I explained that a Valkyrus would be small, weak and timid, but 
with a great attraction to strong Valkyries, and Bruggy said "That fits 
your friend, then. He was real chicken." 
 
Yes. I'd been thinking that. There's a big difference between timidity 
and cowardice. And Harry, by deserting me like that, had showed that he 
was a coward, and Valkyrus or not, I think cowardice is *ugly*. 
 
I left Bruggie in the bar and went back to my hotel. I got undressed, 
and put on the sexy night dress that I'd planned to seduce Harry in, 
brushed my hair, and went to bed. Alone. Just me and Roger, and Roger's 
sweet and he's my confidant and I think the world of him, but 
ultimately, he is just a stuffed dog. 
 
Next day, I showered and dressed, put on my coat and went to visit 
Harry. I found him at home, looking somewhat the worse for wear, and 
invited myself in. "Where were you, Harry?" 
 
"I was in a lot of pain, Diana, and I was so scared, and you seemed to 
be coping, so I got a cab home." I shook my head. "Yes, I was coping, so 
why didn't you stick around? I thought you'd gone to call the cops." He 
looked at me with big eyes. "You just ran away, Harry." "But you had him 
under control, Diana, didn't you?" "You ran away, Harry. You just ran 
away." I pulled his wallet out of my bag, tossed it contemptuously on 
the floor, turned on my heel and stalked imperiously out of his door, 
and out of his life. 
 
When I got back to England, I went to visit Judy and Michael, and told 
them the story of my visit to Harry. Michael said "Diana, you mustn't be 
so hard on him, he must have been terrified. I know how it feels." 
Judy's hand crept out surreptitiously to touch him for support. I 
replied "Michael, you remember how scared you were of Fraulein Ingrid? 
But you didn't run away, you stayed and did what you could. Which turned 
out to make all the difference. I don't want a man who deserts me when 
there's a bit of trouble." Michael moved closer to Judy, and she put an 
arm round him protectively. "Hey, Jude, could I borrow him for a few 
days?" Judy said he probably wouldn't survive the experience, and we 
both laughed while Michael did his best to get even closer to her. 
 
So I went back to my job in the bank, as a corporate deal negotiator, 
and my nice flat in town, my Morgan car, my Honda Valkyrie bike and my 
horse riding at weekends. And my thoughts about males continued - I used 
to *dream* about Valkyruses. Sweet little men with an affectionate 
nature and minds like razors. And, of course, I continued my activities 
on AOL, hoping for a stroke of luck. 
 
That's how I met George. I set up a room "Strong Women Amazons and 
Valkyries" (did you know that AOL has a maximum of 20 characters for a 
room name? Valkyries are good at getting computers to do what they want, 
though) as usual, and waited there until some trousers appeared. The 
usual crowd turned up; guys wanting to be crushed between my legs, guys 
wanting to be lifted up, guys wanting to be beaten to a pulp. The usual 
crowd. And then George turned up. 
 
I think he'd been watching me for a while; he'd certainly seen my 
profile and web page. He knew all about Valkyries in general and me in 
particular, and he'd read all my sagas. And he seemed to know how I 
operated. He hurled a very funny insult at me, and then we threw insults 
back and forth for a few minutes, before we locked bodies and grappled. 
And when I did my head-crush sequence, he reacted beautifully with some 
excellent expressions of anguish and fear. 
 
After I'd taken him to the edge of death's door and then rescued him, 
and the sequence was over, I made my usual dramatic exit, and then IMed 
him to tell him how well I thought he played. And we spent the next two 
hours IMing. 
 
He told me that'd he'd been watching me in action as I cut a swathe 
through the inhabitants of AOL. He'd logged my postings, and realised 
that I had some dialogue all ready prepared for various scenarios. And 
he'd done the same, to get ready for our encounter, which he knew he'd 
lose. "How could any man stand up to Diana the Valkyrie". I smiled. My 
AOL persona was rough and tough, yet gentle and sexy, and men melted 
like butter in her hands. And although George had melted in a very 
satisfactory way, he was also a very attractive personality. 
 
First, he was a decently fast typist. So instead of having to wait ages 
for each response, it came up almost at once, like a real conversation. 
Secondly, he was intelligent. And thirdly, although he didn't say so or 
even imply it, it was clear from the amount of time he'd spent studying 
me that he found me fascinating. "Diana", he said, "I've never met 
anyone like you before." "Thank you, George". "It isn't just your 
physical strength, although you must know very well what that does to 
me." Yes, by now I knew very well that rather a lot of men find the 
thought of a woman stronger than they are incredibly erotic. And I play 
on that emotion ruthlessly. "It's also your mind, Diana. You're so 
creative. You're so surprising. You're so, so, interesting." "And so are 
you, George." 
 
Over the next few weeks, we sent each other letters every day, and spent 
hours IMing when we were both online. George revealed his predilection 
for powerful, intimidating women, and I told him about my strong urge to 
protect and defend a man. He told me he didn't really think he needed 
protecting, and I told him I'd protect him anyway, and he asked "Against 
what?" and I explained that I was strong and sexy, earned more in a week 
than he did in a year, and he'd be crazy not to accept my offer to 
shield him from the wicked world. He lived in London and we agreed a 
place, date and time for a meeting. 
 
It's always so difficult to know what to wear for a first meeting. You 
want to give the right impression, to make the right sort of statement 
about yourself. I decided to go for the efficient pretty look, so I wore 
a worsted pinstripe skirt suit, and a plain silk blouse up top, a scarf 
round my neck. And black nylons, because they make your legs look sexy. 
 
When we met, my first impression was of how small he was. I walked 
towards him and ignored his outstretched hand. I walked straight into 
him and put my arms round him, cuddling him into my breasts. "Mmmph" he 
said, and then "I don't suppose there's any point in struggling." "Au 
contraire, sweetie. You go ahead and struggle all you want. I love the 
feel of a man struggling in my arms." "Nnnngh" he said, and sort of 
melted against my body. "Ooh, Diana, you feel so big and hard!" 
 
I took him straight back to my London flat, I didn't really see any 
point in messing about. I introduced him to Hassan and Kevin. "Kevin 
cooks and keeps house for me, George." "And Hassan?" "Hassan, well. 
Mmm." There's no point in beating around the bush. "Hassan's my sex 
machine. You see, he has balls the size of ripe peaches, and the 
capacity of a bull." In fact, I've never really explored just how many 
times Hassan's big balls can supply him with an orgasm, but sessions 
with Hassan tend to be lengthy and repetitive. But for now, I told 
Hassan to sleep on the couch, because I wanted to see what George was 
made of. 
 
So we sat on the bed and helped each other undress, and at each stage, 
George was exclaiming over the thickness and size of a Valkyrie. 
 
George: 
 
I was in seventh heaven. She was amazing, an amazing amazon. No, not a 
mere amazon, she was a Valkyrie. When I first saw her, my initial 
reaction was "Is that all?" because she isn't what you would call tall, 
even in her high heels. But she simply took me over. I don't think she 
was even aware that she was doing it. I put out my hand in greeting, but 
she brushed it aside and pulled me into those big firm breasts until I 
could barely stand from the excitement. Then she took me to her flat, 
and astounded me again. It was clear to me that she intended to fuck me 
bandylegged, but have you ever been taken home by a girl and casually 
introduced to her *two* live-in lovers? Diana told me that one was a 
great cook and nice to sleep with, and the other one was a lover of 
heroic capabilities, but a poor cook. Then she banished them from her 
bedroom, and led me in there. 
 
Let me explain something about Diana the Valkyrie. People get the idea 
that she's some sort of dominatrix, and she isn't. But then she says 
"Hey, let's smooch on the bed" and first she pushes you down there, and 
then she's all over you. Her attitude to anything physical is that 
she'll be as gentle as you let her be, but she'll use just enough 
strength to overcome whatever resistance you try to put up. And you get 
the impression that the same attitude would carry over to any mental 
battle, that she would as gently as possible overcome any objections to 
what *she* wanted, leaving you in a state of wanting nothing except to 
please her. 
 
So there we were on her big king size double bed, wrestling. Yes, 
wrestling. Imagine that, me wrestling with a Valkyrie. But she really 
was very gentle with me, and her idea of wrestling seemed to be to 
gently force me to remove items of clothing. And then I helped her take 
her jacket off, and really for the first time I began to understand how 
she could handle me so easily. 
 
I'd assumed she was wearing big padded shoulders, but she wasn't. Her 
shoulders were very broad, her back made a big V going down to her 
waist, and her shoulders were like bowling balls, clearly visible under 
the silk blouse. After I helped her remove her jacket, I just couldn't 
resist running my hands down her back, and that was an amazing 
experience all by itself. 
 
The feel of her back is difficult to describe. First of all, there is 
your awareness of the tremendous power of the woman, like a coiled 
tigress. But at the same time, you can almost feel the gentleness as 
those strong muscles are restrained by her sweet nature. Then your hands 
touch the silk against the skin of her back; soft on soft, smooth on 
smooth. And your fingertips make a slight impression, indenting the skin 
slightly. But then you feel the hardness of the two inch layer of muscle 
that surrounds the Valkyrie like a wall, hard as rock, hard as iron. 
 
When you run your hands downward enjoying the sensation of Diana the 
Valkyrie's body, she stretches her arms up and arches her back, like a 
huge cat being stroked. So when my hands reached her waist, I brought 
them up again, so that I could give her more pleasure. Up, up to her 
shoulders, and I tried to massage the tense muscles there but she just 
glanced over her shoulder and said "Don't bother trying that, sweetie. 
Your hands aren't strong enough." 
 
So I stopped trying to loosen her up, and just concentrated on running 
my hands over her back, and down around her waist. After I'd been doing 
that for a while, she moaned and wriggled; she was obviously enjoying 
it. So I was encouraged to go a bit further, and I reached my hands 
right round and stroked her belly. She obviously loved that from the 
sounds she was making and the way she stretched her arms up over her 
head, and I looked up at those arms and wondered how a female could be 
so big, and how glad I was that she was enjoying my attention. 
 
I brought my hands down to her waist, and ran them round to the front of 
her belly, scratching gently, then back again, round to the base of her 
spine then up to the top and across to her shoulder-blades. And after 
I'd done that for rather a long time, I said "Diana, I'd like to touch 
your skin." And she just stretched herself out some more and said 
"Mmmm", which I interpreted as "yes". 
 
Stroking her through that silk blouse was fine, but I wanted to touch 
her skin with my fingers, because I knew I could really get her going 
that way. But she had some sort of five-stranded belt holding her blouse 
into her skirt. I traced it round until I found where the end tucked in, 
and tugged it carefully out. Then I was able to unwind it from round her 
waist, and when I saw what I had, my erection deflated immediately. 
Yikes! A sixteen foot leather bullwhip, and you'll never believe what 
made the handle. Well, I guess the bull didn't need it any more. 
 
"Uh, Diana?". "Don't be scared, sweetie. I just use it as a belt. To 
keep my skirt and blouse neat and tidy." Unnh. Yes. I see. But with the 
whip out of the way, I could tug her blouse out of her skirt, and get my 
hands on her skin. 
 
I ran my hands round her waist, starting at the sides, round to the 
front, then round to her back. I was just touching her lightly, and she 
was enjoying the feel of my soft fingertips on her skin. I was enjoying 
her, too. It was a wonderful combination of soft skin and hard muscle 
not far underneath; maybe not hard as a rock, but harder than my hands 
could deal with, for sure. Just under the skin there was a little give 
in her body, as the subcutaneous layer of fat yielded easily to 
pressure. But that was just a few millimeters, and then the hardness of 
the Valkyrie musculature was apparent. 
 
And up close like this, you could also see the individual muscles of her 
torso, blurred by the skin covering. She didn't have the emaciated 
bodybuilder look, or even the ripped and cut bodybuilder look. Diana 
looked a bit like the girl next door, only beyond huge. 
 
As I worked on her naked waist, I kept glancing up at her arms. The thin 
silk clung to them, and as the light was behind them, I had a very clear 
view of what she had there. And I have to admit, I was intimidated. I 
shivered slightly at the thought of what those arms could do to a man, 
and then I shivered again at the thought of having them wrapped 
protectively round my body. And I worked my hands up higher. 
 
Then I did something daring. Well, I didn't think it was that daring, 
because she knew she could stop me at once with just a word. I unhooked 
the back of her bra and pulled it down, out of the way, freeing her 
breasts, her beautiful breasts, that she called adequate and that I 
would call magnificent. And she let me do it without a murmur, and now I 
could run my hands up and down that back without anything between me and 
Diana. 
 
I stroked her, I fondled and I rubbed her back, while she first arched 
her back and stretched, then flopped face down on the bed. And rewarded 
me with soft moans and purrs of pleasure, with "You're rather good at 
this, sweetie", and with the occasional shiver and shudder. 
 
And then, after I'd worked on her back for a very long time, exploring 
every inch, every ridge and bump, every muscle and bone, something 
rather wonderful happened. She turned over on the bed, and lay there, 
arms stretched out, head back, eyes closed, and smiling. 
 
I may not be a genius, but I recognise a request when I see one. So I 
helped her take off the silk blouse, and hung it up carefully for her in 
the wardrobe, and while I was there seeing a lot of rather exciting-
looking clothes that I hoped to see her in someday. But no time for that 
now; I went back to the bed and started work on her front. 
 
Diana's back is impressive; hard and muscly, full of strength and power. 
But her front is female and sexy, from the fine bones of her neck down 
to he downy, silky belly. And in between, the magnificent mounds that 
said "I'm here to nourish and protect you." 
 
So I started to touch her; shoulders, neck - belly, waist. And she 
stirred and moaned as I did so, never quite touching her breasts. She 
started to throw her head from side to side, whipping her hair into my 
face. She told me once that the only soft part of a Valkyrie is her 
hair, and it certainly was, soft and silky. 
 
But I kept my cool, and touched her all over, everywhere except her 
breasts, building up her anticipation, listening to the animal sounds 
she was making. Until I judged that she was ready, and then I reached 
out with both hands and grabbed, and she screeched out her pleasure as I 
rubbed her nipples into a beautiful big orgasm. 
 
But just as she climaxed, just as her voice was almost painful, she 
moved under me, lifting her legs and clamping them painfully around my 
body; wrapping her arms round my chest, and crushing squeezing, 
compressing me with so much force it was almost painful, no, forget the 
almost, a Valkyrie has too much power. And I lost all self control just 
at the same moment she did, and I was fighting her, struggling in her 
grasp, but it was like fighting a grizzly bear except she wasn't really 
hurting me, just controlling me. And the combination of my orgasm, plus 
her legs clasping my body, plus my face in her hair, plus everything 
else she was hitting me with, made my brain seek refuge in 
unconsciousness. 
 
I woke up a few hours later. She'd put on a sexy silk night dress, the 
sensuousness of the lingerie contrasting with the power of the Valkyrie. 
And she had those strong arms round me, my head between her breasts, and 
I just lay there in her arms, enjoying the sensation, until I drifted 
back into sleep. 
 
She woke me the next morning by the simple method of wrapping her vagina 
round my erect dick. I woke up, decided I wasn't dreaming, and let her 
bring me to a rather fine orgasm. Let her? Who am I kidding. She does 
what she wants. I had the feeling that this household wasn't exactly a 
democracy, and I told Diana so. "More of a Valkyriarchy" she said. Then 
she jumped out of bed, pulled on an ivory coloured silk blouse, black 
nylon stockings, and a severely tailored pinstripe skirt suit, said 
"Breakfast" and left me to struggle out of bed or go back to sleep, as I 
chose. So I do get some choices. 
 
Sleep was a very attractive idea. But being with Diana was an even more 
attractive thought, so I got up and pulled my clothes on. She was 
sitting with her other two men in the dining room, and looked up and 
smiled as I walked in. "George! Come in, we've been talking about you." 
Oh? 
 
"I've decided to keep you for a while, George." Yes, I suppose in a 
Valkyriarchy, men don't get asked, they get told. "You guys sort out the 
sleeping arrangements, I'm off. Things to do" and she was gone. 
 
I looked at the other two guys. "I look after her stomach", said Kevin. 
"I look after her cunt", said Hassan, bluntly. "I guess I take care of 
everything else," I said. "What's this about sleeping arrangements?" So 
they explained. 
 
"We usually sleep with her, one on either side, it's very cozy. When she 
brings some guy home, we sleep in the other bedroom and listen to the 
screams. How are we going to do this with three of us?" Yes, I see. She 
has two sides, and there are three of us. I could see fights developing, 
except I guessed she wouldn't allow that. So we worked out a rota. Who 
would sleep where, on which side, and when. 
 
I suppose it might seem strange that I'd be willing to share a woman 
with two other guys. But they seemed nice enough people, and I got on 
fine with them, and a third of a Valkyrie is worth two normal women. And 
by the time she got back from the bank, we had everything ready for her 
approval, and she said we'd done a great job, but to remember that she'd 
sometimes be ducking out of it to travel or screw some man she'd found 
somewhere. But we had that planned for as well. 
 
Diana 
 
They were so sweet. They'd formed a committee, they had everything 
planned out. a rota. Who slept where and when, washing dishes, laundry, 
everything. They'd totally organised our lives, and I didn't have the 
heart to tell them that this would only last until I found the other guy 
I was looking for. Because although I now had men to look after my 
belly, my pussy and the rest of my body, I don't think they'd noticed 
that one very important part of me was still not being looked after. 
 
And my search for a Valkyrus would continue. 
 



Diana the Valkyrie 
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