Posted by NBabe on October 02, 1999 at 15:50:32:
Once over two millennia ago, there was a far away land which was named Mycenia. No one knows now where this land truly was, some say it was in Greece and some say it was in the lands of the Persians. There are even those who believe it was as far north as the Ukrainian steppes. The position and existence of the country are as mysterious as the stories of those who were said to live there in the mythology of many ancient cultures.
This was a time of gods and goddesses, and many strange beasts. It is said that centaurs, satyrs, minotaurs, griffins, and even unicorns abounded in this strange land. There also existed a sisterhood or clan. This was a large group of independent nations which were grouped under one general name – amazons. It seems clear that the amazons, if indeed they did exist, referred to themselves as the daughters of Artemis, as they were followers of this goddess. It is rumored that these women practiced a most severe form of Matriarchy in which males were used as slaves and breeding mates only. Most were killed and only the most handsome and fit were kept.
The amazons are said to have existed as a very loose groups or villages of perhaps 100 women each. In times of war, these fierce warriors would band together into the nearly invincible amazon armies. The amazons were trained in war and the use of weapons and indoctrinated in the sisterhoods belief’s from birth. Each learned one or more of the following weapons as their mainstay: the short sword, the stiletto dagger, the spear or javelin, and the bow and arrow.
Sometimes, groups of these women would go on raiding parties outside the confines of the Mycenian lands. They would go out in search of plunder, such as grain, cattle, male slaves for service and breeding and foreign females as sacrifices. Usually, these raiding parties were small as the amazons were such good warriors that one was worth several enemy. Usually the party would exist of no more than 10 including the leader, usually a princess of the sisterhood.
It happens that one such story comes from the time of the reign Xerxes in Persia just prior to his raids into Greece around 2400 years ago. It was at this time that three Amazon Princesses who were the adopted daughters of the mighty Queen Pet’ra, queen of all the amazons, decided to hold a competition between them to see who was the mightiest warrior and lead the most skilled band of warriors.
On the night prior to the departure, the three Princesses met. There was Princess Victoria of the village of Nebula, Princess Lis’a or the village of Narcomia, and Princess Juliana of the tribal village of the Phoenix. They met and agreed that each would start off in a different direction and perform their heroic deeds and then have their mother judge who was the victor and would gain the prize of a quiver of golden arrows.
Their mother had decided that each of the Princesses would take one of her royal scribes with them to record their deeds in truth and then she would read the scrolls upon their return. The next morning the women and their small band of followers left their mother’s home. To the north rode Lis’a and her band, to the West rode, Victoria and her band and to the South rode Juliana and her band.
After journeying for nearly a week, Juliana and her band crossed over a mountain range and into the lands of the Persians. Juliana sent scouts out into the surrounding countryside to look for villages to plunder. Juliana was probably one of the most vicious of the amazons. She seldom took female slaves and only took males for the pleasure of a night loosing interest after more than one evening. She seemed to have a bloodlust that would appear when she had drawn blood from an enemy for the first time.
She was not a large woman, her size and slightness surprised many an enemy into thinking her to be a child instead of a vicious female warrior. She stood just under 5 feet in height, she had long black hair which hung beyond her shoulders, her hips were slim and her breasts were not large but gave no doubt when one was close that she was truly female. Her dark eyes flashed with mischief and the cruelty, which could fill her. Her flat belly made her waist to be less than a cubit in circumference.
She preferred the sword and dagger, but was known to sometimes use arrows as a way to make her victims suffer. On the dawn of the ninth day, her scouts reported back that they had seen a small caravan near an oasis about a league from where Juliana was camped. They reported seeing 5 women and three men with camels and that they appeared to be rich nobles traveling across the land. That night Juliana laid out her plan.
The next day, three of Juliana’s warriors with weapons hidden on their bodies set out on foot to the oasis. They were to enter under the guise of begin lost travelers who where in need of food and water and protection for amazons who had been chasing and attacking them to get the other travelers off their guard. Three more of her band circled the oasis at a distance to sneak up on it from the opposite direction as Juliana and the remaining 4 approached from the same direction as the first three.
The plan went into motion very smoothly. The decoys arrived and gave their story which was accepted and the stealthy group had sneaked up on the oasis and where lying ready to attack from the rear of the oasis. Thin Juliana and her 4 warrior rode up and yelled their demands that the travelers be turned over to them in order that the caravan might leave peacefully. As the men had their attention held, weapons came from under the 3 decoy’s clothing and the three who had sneaked to the rear attacked as Juliana and the others charged. In second, the 3 men were overcome and the 5 women offered no opposition, later, the amazons found out that they were priestesses who never fought.
Juliana was overjoyed. She had the five women tied to palms for later inspection. She then looked at the 3 men. She smiled at the sight of them. One caught her eye; he was a very tall one, slim, yet muscular with brown hair and eyes. She asked his name and he replied that it was Matt’hew. He was a Persian prince on his way across the trackless desert to Babylon. Juliana had him staked out spread-eagled on his back at the edge of the spring in the oasis. “Leave me and the handsome one” she told her warriors, “You may amuse yourselves with the other two.”
Juliana stood in view of Matt’hew and smiled as she took off her leather armor leaving herself standing before him in a silk tunic that clung to her hard nipples showing the roundness of her breasts and the flatness of her belly. Her smooth thighs tapered down to her knees and calves and finally to her bare feet as she stepped from her sandals. Slowly, she moved her tunic up her thighs and hips first exposing her pubic patch and then her flat belly and navel and then on up to the base of her breasts.
She could see the effect that this unwrapping was having on Matt’hew as his manhood was beginning to respond to the site before him. She pulls the tunic over her head as her perky breasts bounce free. She then enters the spring and sits raising water in her cupped hands to flow over her breasts and through the valley between them as her dark eyes watched Matt-hew and from time to time the other women having their turns with the other captives as she bathed. She stands as the glistening water drips from her body and comes walks between the helpless Matt-hew’s legs looking down at the large pulsating shaft extending up toward her.
She lowers herself to her knees and leans to lick and kiss the length of his shaft and to take it deep in her mouth several times, reveling in his taste. Slowly she puts her knees on either side of his hips and as she spreads her labia with one hand, she guides his shaft into her very wet and hot passage with the other. Soon she is moving up and down on him looking as if she is riding her favorite stallion as her breast bounce. She leans close to his mouth, at first he turns his head but after a while he begins to succumb and licks and sucks her nipples. Her body shudders as she feels him sliding inside her slippery walled chamber.
Every down thrust, she grinds her groin into his and shoves him as deep into her as she can. She continues for what seems like hours as he moves under her and begins to moan. She can hear his heart beat faster as she lays her warm body on his and continues to moves until finally he releases a huge load of his hot seed deep inside her. She licks his chest savoring the salty taste of his sweat as the gobs of cum are deposited in her.
She lays on him for a while, as her warriors are finishing with the other men. “Stake them out next to this one. Beware that none of you, but me, touches this one. I am claiming his as my own property.” The women all nod knowing their princess has a temper when her orders are not followed explicitly. They stake out the men naked side by side. They are all drained for now and will be taken back for the pleasure of the women.
Juliana and the others dress. By now it is the night, but torch and the full moon above light it. “The women will be sacrificed to Artemis tonight before we leave for home.” The warriors nod and smile wondering what their dark princess has in mind for the captives. The first is a redhead. She is average height, but has quite large breasts with large nipples. She is not overly beautiful but not ugly by far. Her body shows that her age is greater than the other is and in truth she is there to chaperone the 4 girls.
This woman is tied with her back to a palm and her arms stretched to the side. Her feet are free, but the ropes connecting her wrists are tight enough that she is held standing. Juliana calls over one of her warriors. “I hear you are quite the archer”
“I usually hit what I aim at, My Princess.”
“Perhaps Artemis, who is an archer and huntress herself would be pleased by a little contest between us.”
“Perhaps,”
“Mind you now, don’t kill her unless I say to do so”
“Yes, Princess Juliana.”
Each woman takes four arrows and a bow and steps about 30 paces away. “You first,” Juliana invites.
The warrior takes aim and fires and an arrow passes through the tied woman’s thigh and into the palm. The woman screams as blood flows down her leg. Juliana aims and sends an arrow through the kneecap of the same leg making the woman tremble and hang on the rope connecting her arms. The warrior aims again and sends an arrow through the woman’s other thigh. Juliana’s second arrow penetrates just above the pubic crest and buries its head in her vagina. Third shots wind up in each of the woman’s shoulders pinning them to the palm as blood flows down her armpits and sides.
The warrior takes aim and fires her last shot striking the woman just below the navel, passing through her viscera and out her back into the tree. The woman tembles and shakes on the ropes as Juliana aims her last arrow. It strikes the woman directly on the large nipple of her right breasts and makes the slightly sagging breast bounce as it divides the navel in half and passes through the woman’s lung.
The woman’s body writhes and wiggles on the ropes and arrows, which now support her weight. She wiggles as streams of warm blood some joining others flow over her body. Juliana smiles at the warrior, “Well done, indeed, she will take some time to die, we will have some more fun while we watch, bring that one over here.” Juliana points at a tall brunette with large perky breasts, a flat hard belly and very long smooth legs.
One amazon holds each arm as they drag the girl through the sands. The girl’s eyes are filled with fear. “Let’s send this one on a trip to Artemis” Juliana spins and kicks the girl in the pit of her stomach doubling her over and then kicks her in the chest dropping her to her ground where she is held on her back by the others. “Start a fire” Juliana orders as she looks at the amazons that are just watching.
Juliana turns her attention back to the brunette. She takes two stilettos from her belt. She grabs the girl’s ample left breasts and places a knife at the base of it and thrusts it through from one side to the other. She then grabs the right breast and does the same as the girl writhes and screams. Juliana just laughs as she takes one of the men’s swords and drives it into the girls belly halfway between her navel and sternum and shoves it till it passes through her stomach and liver and out her back. She ten ties ropes to the dagger through each of the girl’s breasts and has an amazon tie them to a camel’s saddle.
The amazon then leads the beast around the outside of the oasis dragging the girls bleeding body behind it. Juliana laughs as the girl passes each time until the fourth when the dagger finally break through her breasts severing them about half way from her chest leaving them flapping with her labored breathing. They turn their attention to another victim as the girl’s writhes and wiggles in a pool of blood soaked sand.
Juliana walks past the 3 remaining women. “Anyone hungry, you know they say you gain the strength and courage of the enemy you eat. Anyone want to give it a try?” The amazons all nod, wishing to please their princess. “I think this one,” pointing to the only blonde in the group, a rarity in this region. “She is different, I am sure Artemis will look kindly on this” The woman is untied and taken to a large rock and held on her back by an amazon on each of her arms and two spreading her legs and holding them wide apart.
The girl’s eyes are full of fear. Her breasts bounce with her rapid shallow breathing and her flat belly rises and falls rapidly. Juliana goes to her horse and gets her Javelin. It has a very thin head, which comes to a sharp point. “This should do nicely as a spit”. Juliana comes to the area of the woman’s hips and uses her fingers to spread the blonde’s labia wide. She slowly inserts the javelin head into the woman’s wet dark opening and can feel the woman’s inner walls squeeze on it as it slides into her. She screams as a small trickle of blood exits her wet opening.
Juliana continues to push the javelin upward penetrating the girl’s cervix and uterus before puncturing into her intestines and slowly moving up through them. She meets some resistance at the girl’s stomach and diaphragm and steers it up her esophagus as another amazon grabs a fist full of blonde hair pulling the girls head back as she gags slightly on the spit as it exits her mouth. Her body squirms as the javelin extends from her vagina and mouth. The Javelin is about 7 feet long so it extends a foot from either opening.
Juliana takes another of her razor sharp daggers and swings in across the girl’s abdomen through the middle of her navel. At first there is a red line but then blood and viscera start to go through the slit. A second perpendicular cut is quickly made and the girl’s guts and still beating heart are pulled from the opening. Another amazon washes out the cavity and ties the girl’s arms and legs to the javelin. Several of the amazons lift the carcass and place it over the fire to slow roast while they turn the spit and watch the rest of the women killed. Juliana pierces the heart with a stick and jams the end in the ground, so the heart is held over the fire to cook.
“That one next.” Juliana points to a priestess with short black hair. “ I think we should divide this one for the four winds” The amazons know the meaning and bring four camels. A wrist or ankle is tied to each camel and the ropes stretched so the woman is held off the ground. Her breasts held firm by her taunt chest muscles as she pleads and screams almost simultaneously. Juliana comes over and draws her sword and raises it four times over her head. Each time, she makes a deep gash at the base of an appendage where it joins the woman’s body, as the woman shrieks and wiggles slightly on the ropes.
Juliana signals and the camels are whipped and run. As they do so, the woman’s arms and legs are ripped from their sockets and her body drops to the ground sans appendages. She can still scream and her ample breasts bounce as the blood pumps from where her arms and legs had been. Juliana grabs her by her short black hair and raises her upper body from the sand. Another fast swing of her sword and the body drops back as the head is held swinging from the hair that is entwined in Juliana’s hand. She sets the head on the woman’s belly to stare at her own breasts in a stare of death.
Juliana looks at the slaughtered women and the one remaining and then to the blonde roasting. Her eyes dance as though lost in some insane blood lust. “Are you getting all this written, Scribe” “Yes, princess.” “Bring the final one.” The last priestess is a brunette with long hair and green eyes. She has well tanned skin, which is soft and supple. Her breasts are not as large as some of the other, but have small very hard nipples at the tips.
Juliana throws a rope over the branch of a lone laurel tree in the oasis. One end is placed around the woman’s soft skinned neck, and the other end is pulled so that she has to stand to prevent choking and tied to another branch. “Mount up for a little practice on fighting from horseback, Juliana tells several of the amazons as she mounts her own horse. Each draws her sword at the far end of the oasis and then charges across it at full speed, delivering a strike as they pass the woman.
The first puts a gash in the woman’s shoulder and across her right breasts. The second leaves a bloody gash in the woman’s side. The woman's knees buckle and she begins to choke as the rope burns into her soft neck. A third amazon rides through swinging from as low as she can lean and gashing up the thigh and hip. Juliana rides by. Her swing starts a gash in the woman’s belly and ends up dividing her left breast in half. She looks back at the last rider and nods to her. She rides full speed driving her lance into the woman’s navel so hard that it stands about a foot out her back. The front of the woman’s body is covered in blood and a river of red flows down her back from the lance shaft into the crack of her buttocks then down her thighs.
The woman sags on the noose and begins to choke as her legs tremble. Her tongue extends slightly from her mouth as the noose tightens and cutting off more and more air. As she weakens from her wounds more weight tightens the noose until about a half-hour later she slowly swings back and forth on the rope her eyes starring across the oasis at the roasting blonde.
The amazons spend the next five or six hours sating themselves again with the males while drinking a mixture of wine and the blood of their victims until the curvaceous blonde has been roasted to a golden brown. They divide the meat of her body and heart and fill themselves in a gluttonous feast dedicated to Artemis. By sunrise, they sleep in their drunken state through most of the day then wash themselves in a group bath while fondling and pleasing each other’s bodies. Juliana sends the scribe ahead to carry the story of their exploits to Pet’ra.
Juliana and the others take the captive men and travel a more circuitous path toward their own lands and home. Juliana and the others well pleased and sure they will win the bet.