Posted by Juli on May 31, 2001 at 10:02:16:
There is an old tale that goes back to the middle of the first millenium of the Atlantean Empire. As you all know Atlantis disappeared under mysterious circumstances, but they were foretold log before in an epic story of the Darkness. Not the kind of Darkness that comes by night, but the kind that inhabits the hearts of man, or woman. This Darkness was to be the ultimate, SHE would be the darkest force in the universe, the darkest ever known and the darkest ever to be known. The prophesy goes like this:
I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars
did wander darkling in eternal space,
rayless, and pathless, and the earth
swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
morn came and went--and came, and brought no day,
and men forgot their passions in the dread
of this their desolution; and all hearts
were chilled into a selfish prayer for light:
and they did live by watchfires--and the thrones,
the palaces of crowned kings-the huts,
the habitations of all things which dwell,
were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed,
The rivers, lakes, and ocean all stood still,
and nothing stired within their silent depths;
ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
and their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropped
they slept on the abyss without a surge--
the waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
the moon, their mistress, had expired before;
the winds were withered in the stagnant air,
and the clouds perished; Darkness had no need
of aid from them--She was the Universe.
Many of the best minds of Atlantis had studied this prophesy of the terrible times to come but none had clearly understood it. It was not until a time about 300 years in the future when the influence of Atlantis had spread far to the four directions, that its meaning became more clear. It was in the last year of the first millenium when the goddess of retribution Nemesis took the form of the maiden Lysandra and in this guise she seduced a handsome young noble by the name of Claudius by the dark of a new moon. She came to the young man and made passionate love to him causing him to fill her with his seed and impregnating her. She continued the liason with him even as her stomach began to grow with the child developing inside it. Until one day when she went to their chambers to find him entwined with one of the slave girls in their bed. The wrath of the goddess inside Lysandra was high, releasing massive quantities of her vile hatred and envy into Lysandra's blood and to the baby.
From the door, Lysandra used the favored weapon of Nemesis, the bow to kill the slave without mercy. As the girl sat with her legs spread across either side of Claudius's hips riding the cock deep inside her vagina, her body suddenly jerked and her eyes opened wide as an arrow went through the portion of her clothing that had been hiked up around her hips and pulled down from over her breasts. It penetrated her stomach just as his cock penetrated her nicking the top of her uterus throwing it into massive contorting contractions. As she squirmed in ecstatic orgasm and pain impaled by his cock and the arrow, a second arrow destroys a good portion of her left breast. She falls backward trapping Claudius's legs under her gasping and gurgling for breath. Before Claudius can move, Lysandra is upon him and thrusts a dagger into his heart just as he pumps his hot cum into the dead slave girls body. The bed becomes a pool of their united blood, sweat, and cum.
Lysandra is immediately captured and put into the dungeon to await her death after the birth of her child. Had they only known what/who this child would be, they might not have waited. So it came to the final hour of the final day, of the final month of the final year of the first and final millenium of Atlantis and Lysandra went into labor. The High Priestess of Nemesis was called to assist. It was a very bloody delivery as though something was ripping up the inside of Lysandra's body. As the baby was born into the world, Nemesis escaped from Lysandra's body as she died and placed a curse on the world to be fulfilled by her daughter.
The girl child was beautiful but had a darkness to her eyes as dark as the bottom of a grave on a cloudy night during the new moon. The High Priestess knew this was Nemesis's daughter and noticed the childs nails were very bloody. Looking at them, she saw they were almost metallic in their consistency and sharp enough to cut most any material. The High Priestess - Jowatha- took the child and spirited her away in the night in a ship headed for the pillars of Hercules, as the old prophesy was being fulfilled. Volcanoes erupted, storms of never before seen magnitude brewed and it was dark for 3 days. Then offshore, there were many undersea explosions and the land shook and as the land began ripping apart, a 100 foot tall wall of water moving faster than the meteors that cross the sky, washed over the land destroy all that once was of a great civilization. Atlantis was no more.
Jowatha named the girl, Destiny. There are many tales in many lands of the strange girl and her teacher. One such tale came about in the time that Destiny was around 18 years old. Jowatha had hired a roman assassin to teach Destiny the ways of using stealth and cruel heartless attacks to take the enemy by surprise. The enemy being anyone and everyone. The assassin, Marcella, had taught Destiny for months and for a test was having her attack a small amazon village. It was midnight when Destiny began to crawl up toward the village and search out the guards. The first she finds is sitting on a stump. As is the custom, the Amazons were naked and this particular one had a fine body. Soft gentle curves of the hip and large firm breasts.
Destiny moves in for the kill, moving tree to tree and shadow to shadow until she was behind the woman. She softly smiles as one of her hands goes over the woman's mouth and the other on her forehead so she could twist the head sharply. She twisted until she heard a snap like a branch breaking and the woman's body convulsed against her, her head at a strange angle to her body now as she was lowered into the soft grass. Destiny couldn't help but examine this body as she had never known man or woman. The woman's eyes looked at her with an eternal look of surprise as Destiny's hands roamed her body. Feeling the consistency and firmness of her breasts and the hardness of her nipples, comparing the feel of the woman to the reactions of her own body. Destiny couldn't help but kiss and lick the hard nipples as she felt a passion dwelling inside her. Her fingers find the woman's warm wet slit and stick inside her collecting some of her juices which Destiny, smelled and tasted before feeling her own and seeing the amount of dampness there.
She must have spent an hour fondling this specimen before remembering that she had work to do and went to find other guards. In the distance, she can see two more of the women. They have in their minds the myths of the great beasts such as minotaurs and gargoyles that are suppose to abound in the strange lands. Neither is willing to tell the other of her fears. They have built a fire to cook their dinner.
Gilianna is 18 and a niece of the queen. She is an accomplished gymnast and has several times jumped the bull. (A test of grabbing the horns of a charging bull and flipping over it landing safely behind the animal.) She has red hair as is common in the family and a small slim figure. Darnesa is the daughter of a warrior and has been mostly trained in the arts of war. She is a buxom blonde with sky blue eyes and full pouty lips. Her skin is soft, white and silky. As they sit by the fire in light togas, having removed their leather armor, they begin to know each other in their conversation. Gradually, each confides her fears in the new found friend. They hear the mysterious sounds of the night and each notices the other shaking.
Soon, they have found each others arms and are embracing each other while trying to convince themselves that it is for sharing warmth. Gilianna is a vigin who has spent her time in sports and has never had the thoughts of phyical love in her mind. Soon, Darnesa's hand brushes across Gilianna's breast lightly rubbing her nipple. Gilianna feels an unknown warmth spread through her and her thighs as her groin becomes extremely hot and wet. Darnesa has had female/female encounters before and knows what she does. Her hand moves slowly up under Gilianna's toga to her inner thigh and eventually to rubbing her hot wet slit. Gilianna begins to moan with the pleasure as two of Darnesa's fingers stretch her vaginal opening, and embraces the buxom blonde while her lips gently touch Darnesa's in a passionate kiss.
Soon the two girls are completely naked and pleasuring each other by licking each others slits and clits and sticking their tongues deep into each other's dark steaming love channels. They take turns kissing and licking over each others breasts and nibbling each others nipples. Their hands all the while exploring each others taunt bodies and hot wet pussies. Their nipples are like rocks on their swollen firm tits. All the while, they are being watch from hiding by cruel eyes. Eyes that covet their bodies and would like to exchange places with either girl. Eyes whose hands move over a more roughly hewn body.
After an hour that seems like a day, Gilianna begins to yawn with frequency. Darnesa tells her to sleep and that she will keep watch for a while and wake her to exchange places later. Soon Gilianna is sound asleep in Morpheus' hand. Darnesa looks upon her with a new found passion in her heart and goes about 10 feet away to watch thru her part of the night. Suddenly, Darnesa sees a rope drop over her eyes and hit her shoulders. She opens her mouth the scream, but can feel the rough hemp dig into her soft neck choking off the screams. Her arms swing as she tries to gasp for air. Her struggles do not wake the soundly sleeping and exhausted Gilianna. Above in the tree, Destiny is almost laughing with glee.
Darnesa feels the noose tighted and a lightness in her head as air becomes scarce to her. Destiny drops to the ground, behind the nearly unconscious Darnesa. Darnesa is conscious to a knee in her back pushing her forward onto the cold ground face down. Her tits dig into the dirt and her face is pushed into the dust. She feels a hand pulling up on her forehead as the noose is tightened more and the knee pushes harder into her back. Until, she and her assailant hear the crack. The crack of vertebra breaking in her back and cartillage breaking in her throat. A trickle of blood flows down from the corner of her mouth. The noose stays tight while her body convulses and twitches until finally and mercifully she dies. Her eyes stare at the ground with great black dialated pupils.
Her assailant then grabs her ankles and pulls her body farther from the fire. Her tits and belly and sweet face being scratch by the small rocks she is pulled over. About 100 feet from the fire, she stops and rolls her on her back. Her dirty skin glistens in the light of a full moon. Destiny's hands massage her firm breasts and rolls her hard nipples between her fingers thinking of her moaning under her. She leans over and kisses her tits and her lips and sticks her tongue into her mouth. Her fingers move to separate her labia and two fingers move up into her still warm pussy. Good she thinks, she is still wet from her sapphotic encounter.
Soon she has pushed her fist into her. She is pumping in and out of her wildly, her legs flopping up and down on Destiny's shoulders with each thrust as her boobs bounce. Destiny pounds her deep and hard and as fast as she can until she has reached her peak and begins to orgasm. Never has she had such an indulgent female.. He dresses again and and picks her up in her arms giving her a final kiss she carries her to the edge of a ledge and drops her over. It is only an 8 foot drop, but her body will be out of sight. Destiny leaves his spoiled lover for the jackels to feast upon. She smiles as she pictures their jaws ripping the soft flesh of her belly and breasts asunder.
She goes back to where Gilianna sleeps. Her teacher said to bring a prisoner so she will have to keep this one alive. She jumps on her and before the girl is completely awake, has tied her hands behind her. Destiny hauls her naked to her feet and when she tries to speak, she drives her fist into her belly doubling her over as the air is forced from her. She pulls her off as she sobs toward her camp. Gilianna's head is filled with terror, she doesn't know fully what has happened and where Darnesa is. She thinks maybe they already captured her, little does she know, the darkness has found her.
Destiny pulls Gilainna into the camp nude and tied. She shivers in fear and cold as goosebumps appear on her thighs and boobs. She looks around and as she sees destiny for the first time and can see Darnesa is no where to be seen. The stark reality that Darnesa is dead hits her for the first time. Destiny grabs her by the hair and pulls her closer. She winces with the pain, tears fill her eyes. She slaps her hard and asks who she is and where she came from. Destiny spits in her face and yells BITCH. She kicks out with bare feet with no effect.. It is obvious the girl knows nothing of value and is not considered a real threat. Destiny decides it is time for this one to die.
Soon Gilianna is knocked to the ground with her hands still tied. Destiny ties another rope to the one on the girls wrists and throws the end over a tree branch pulling the end to stand the girl on her tip-toes.
Destiny put on a pair of heavy gloves with razor sharp metal embedded in them. She puts her hands on the terrified girl's hips making deep cuts as she pulls her closer, grinning as the blood pours down her legs to the ground. She reaches and grabs the left tit of Gilianna massaging it as the metal rips it to shreds. Destiny laughs hysterically as Gilianna howls in pain and her body contorts and writhes on her bonds. Her tit a mass of lacerated and bleeding tissue making several trails of blood down the front of her body. Destiny's look turns cruel as she digs her hand into the defenseless girls belly around her navel and squeezes and twists until she digs through the skin and into her soft guts. She leaves her hanging on the ropes and writhing in pain to ride back into town.
For months the townspeople find these murdered girls and finally they track them back to Destiny. As they raise a militia to deal with her, Destiny flees and goes west to Rome. There she can be cruel and murderous in the arena and no one will care, as a matter in fact, she will be revered for her ability. Not long after arriving in Rome and finding a rich patrician, Destiny is placed in the ring as his champion. Her first fight involves two other women. In truth, Destiny would be a match for several men and was an overmatch for even four or five women.
Destiny runs to the first person she sees. Her name is Gieselle and she is a gaul. She is taller than Destiny and dark haired. Her tits are large and round and her nipples are also large and harder than a dinar coin. Her belly is flat and hard and her ass barely quivers when she walks. She is armed with a short sword and screams something in gaellic as Destiny approaches. I think it be a curse from the look on her lovely face. Her eyes almost glow as she swings her sword which Destiny deflects with her trident.
Parries and thrusts are exchanged over and over. Their hands sting from the vibration on the handle of the trident from from the sword strikes. Stupidly Destiny let her mind wander, but she is snapped back by a stinging on the back of her right thigh. She lookx down and sees the end of a gash and feels the warmth spreading down her leg toward her knee. Destiny could see her blood on the blade of Gieselle's sword. Her leg quivers a little and she drop to one knee, Gieselle thinks she sees her opening and rushes toward me. Just at the right time, Destiny drops to her back and plants the handle of the trident in the dirt. Gieselle's momentum carries her onto the sharp tines. The middle one about an inch directly above her navel, and the others three inches to either side. I can see the skin depress before it is torn assunder and the tines begin to sink into her guts.
Her motion, Desstiny's lifting, and the immoveability of the trident in the dirt lifts her off her feet as the tines slide even deeper into her soft guts. Blood is pouring from the three wounds as she screams and her feet kick and her legs tremble as she is lifted overhead and thrown to the ground behind Destiny. The handle snaps off the trident and she lays on her back on the ground squirming her belly covered with blood and dirt. The head of the trident stuck deeply in her belly with some of her guts protruding from the large tears they have made in her. She breathes in gasps as Destiny takes the sword from her hand.
She kneels on her lower abdomen and raises the sword above her head with both hands. and drives it down and hears the cracking and splintering of Giselle's sternum as the blade smashes through it and shatters the bone. Her eyes roll up in the immense pain of the moment and a gasping sigh emits from her. Her whole body trembles for a short time as blood spurts from her chest from her severed heart. Finally, her body stills and her eyes stare into space. She is dead. She looks calm and peaceful in death.
Destiny has had the first kill,and according to the rules can not attack anyone until there is another who is not fighting. She stand and watch as the guards drive a hook through Gieselles left tit into her chest and pull her limp lifeless body through the dirt to the crocodile pit and toss her in. She can hear the noise as they fight over her tasty body and rip it to pieces. The animals have to be fed and the Romans do not waste good meat on them. She hears a scream and see another fall. SheI rushs over to engage the winner, now slightly rested, the blood not so freely flowing from her thigh now.
It's Corina, a slight friend. She only looks at Destomu and mouths the word "sorry" and charges at her with a wide swinging blow. Destiny blocks it with her sword and returns the blow. Back and forth they parry and thrust and lay on blows for over an hour. They are each very tired, but Destinys short rest before their engagement has proven to be the deciding point. Corina musters her strength and thrusts high. Destiny ducks under her thrust and drives her sword into Corina's soft supple skin. She catches her directly in the navel. She feel the resistance of her skin and then the smooth slide through her guts and the grind against her spine as the point stands out her back. She screams as her head lays back and her eyes roll up.
Without thinking,Destiny twists the sword and rips it from her body. She stands for an instant and her hands hold the gaping wound trying to hold her guts and blood in her body as her life is oozing from her. She slowly sinks to her knees with a look of agonizing pain in her face. Destiny can't believe she still lives with little care as to what she has done to a friend as she looks at her blood on her sword, hand and arm. Corina gasps and looks at her pleadingly, "end it fast," she gasps. She is wavering on her knees as Destiny rapidly swing my sword. There is what looks to be a thin red line around her pretty neck until blood gushes from it and her body violently shakes and her head tumbles to the dirt of the arena floor. Her eyes look at peace as it lays there looking at it's once beautiful body twitching as it lays headless in front of her.
Over the next year, Destiny kills over a 150 in the arena in gruesome combat. It is then that she is spotted by the Emperor and put in charge of an exploratory army to find new lands to conquest. She takes control of the army and heads northward thought the lands of the Visigoths and Vandals. Her army as viscious as their leader slaughters all that stand in their way. Finally, she approaches the border of the Norse. She is able to take a border village without a fight by entertaining the local folk with executions of captives from the lands she conquers. After a few months, there comes word of an amazon venture into the Norse regions. She leads her men out in an attempt to capture some of the women for the entertainment and appeasement of the townspeople.
It has become evident to Queen Hypernia that she needs more information on those who she would conquer. She has heard of a fierce tribe to the north who in the language of the Amazons are called norse. The queen decides to send out scouts into various lands. She chooses Diana, Jeanna, and Diosia to go scout into norse country.
Diana will lead the group. She is a tall blonde with shoulder length hair and large round breasts. Her body is shaped with curvaceous hips and a flat belly with rounded ass. Jeanna is the youngest of the three, but an accomplished archer. She is dark haired and eyed with average sized breasts, but a lithe athletic body. Diosia is the elder of the three with fiery red hair and large breasts that bounce as she walks. Her body is a classic shape which even catches the eye of slaves as she passes.
The three ride out on their first missions for the queen. Several days into their northward journey just inside norse country, they are ready to stop for the night. They tie the horses in a line about 100 feet from the campfire where there is some grass. Jeanna is stationed as a sentry. Back in the main camp, Diana and Diosia eat and lie down for the night. They move closer together on the pretense of keeping warm. Soon their hands are fondling each others bodies. Moving from breasts to hips and slipping between burning thighs.
Their mouths take turns covering boobs and licking and sucking nipples as hands rub over their women's mounds and fingers move up and down wet slits. Soon both have several fingers penetrating their hot steaming holes. Their moans fill the air and can even be heard by Jeanna, who just smiles and thinks about having her turn.
The girls fingers and hands are wet with each others juices as their mouths find each other and their tongues dance in first one mouth then the other. Their large breasts press together with nipples rubbing hard on each other as hands once again slip down their bellies to their groins and between ever heating thighs. Their bellies quiver as they enter massive orgasms. As they pleasure each other, they are unaware of the half dozen pair of eyes upon them.
Out where Jeanna keeps watch, another pair of eyes watches her as one hand rubs a tit while the other reaches to her labia spreading them and rubbing her clit. There is a flash, a reflection of the moonlight and a distinct "swish" as the broad side of a battle axe hits the side of Jeanna's head with a thud. She drops to the side sprawled and unconscious. The norseman grins as he rolls her on her back and lowers his pants and lifts her skirt as he positions himself between her legs and shoves his hot throbbing cock up into her defenseless pussy.
He lifts her hips and he drives in and out of her. Her body limp and he grabs and squeezes her tits through her tunic. His eyes squint in pleasure as he prepares to erupt inside the unconscous girl. Finally, he stiffles a moan and cry of pleasure as he coats the inside of her vagina with his hot stick cum until it oozes out around his cock and onto her groin and inner thigh. As he pulls from her he spews cum on her pubic patch, hip, and dress. He rolls her on her stomach tying her hands behind her back. He rips a strip from her dress hem and wipes himself before raising his pants and then stuffs the cum covered cloth into her mouth and gags her.
The other girls are making too much noise to notice the noise in the distance. It won't matter as six large norse break cover and are on the girls in seconds with swords and knives pressed against their bodies. They are stripped and each of them men takes a turn satisfying themselves with the girls bodies. The last finishing as Destiny rides up on a horse.
She tells them they have had enough and that the girls will have to face the slide of life to see if they will go free or not. They are rolled on their stomachs and their hands tied behind them. They are then roughly lifted to their feet still tied and naked. By now, Jeanna is conscious with a huge headache and she too is lifted and half dragged to the others. A small trickle of blood runs from a small gash on her forehead.
The girls are led about a half mile through underbrush that scapes and cuts the naked bodies of Dianna and Diosia and the legs of Jeanna. Their bodies react to the pain as they are moved. At one point, Diosia falls into a bush of brambles and lays writhing and screaming as the throrns dig into her skin. She is pulled out ripping the skin down her side and bleeding down her leg.
They reach a wagon and are lifted and practically thrown into the wagon their bodies sliding over each other as their blood mixes and the smell of the mixtures of cums on each of their bodies fills the wagon bed. The wagon travels most of a day until reaching a village. They watch as they enter the village before sunset. In the middle of the village is a large device.
It is about 40 feet high with a platform near the top big enough for five or six to stand. There is a frame holding a long elongated "s" shaped wooden rail. The rail is polished smooth and has been made slippery with a mixture that the village women are coating it with. The lower end of the rail is still about 5 feet off the ground and has a heavy knife blade on the end. It is double edged, about two feet long and comes to a very sharp point.
One of the captores taunts the amazons. Behold the slide of life is yelled at them. As they look, they can see the wood at the base is blood stained as is the ground. The wagon stops by the foot of the steps leading up the slide. The girls are pulled from the wagon and stand at the base of the steps in front of Destiny. "If you slide and can stop before reaching the blade, you will live." she says.
As they are led up the stairs, the square begins to fill with screaming people. Yelling for the blood of the amazons. "Don't worry, your blood will go well in our wine, and we will gain your strenght" one of the men tells them. When they reach the top, Jeanna is picked to go first. Her dress is ripped from her and her captor fondles her breasts and pussy before grabbing her tit tightly and pulling her to the rail.
Her mind is filled with terror as she is helped to lay on her stomach upon the rail with an arm and leg on either side her ass toward the descent. Her hands and feet are tied in a hug of the rail. She can feel the slimy slippery mixture on the rail against her belly and between her firm perky breasts. Two men move her toward the dropping portion of the rail. Each holds her by a tit and each kisses her lips and they they let go.
The townspeople see the drop as about 3 seconds of motion. To Jeanna, it takes much longer, it takes a "lifetime" and is almost slowmotion. She tries to hug the rail and stop herself, but can't as she goes faster and faster as she drops down about a 50 degree slope. She screams as she drops as realizes she can not stop or even slow herself.
She feels the point of the blade as it moves between her labia and pierces up through her vagina splitting it and her clit in half as it rips through her pubic patch and up her lower stomach to and through her navel to the base of her sternum. Her arms and legs twitch and writhe uncontrollably as her restaints are cut and her body is pulled off the rail to the dirt under it. She lands in a mud made of the dirt and her blood.
As she lays on the ground, the deep slit that reaches from her crotch to her sternum lies open and her guts ooze from her body. Her movements don't last long. As they subside, her eyes glaze over as she stares at the moon in death. Cups are filled with her blood to be mixed with wine for a norse religious ceremony. Her dead body is grasped by the tits and pulled to a large pit nearby and thrown to the dozen wolves kept in it.
The wolves fight over their tender meat as they rip her body to pieces and begin to devour her soft body. The crowd cheers and looks back to the top of the rail and begin a chant which signals to the men above that they want more.
Diosia is picked to be next. She indicates she chooses to go head first down the rail and is laid upon it in that position. Her big tits hug the rail between them. Again, what seems fast to the crowd is slow to the girl. She too can not stop her descent and as she approaches the end, she raises slightly. She can see the blade penetrate and shatter the bone between her large tits.
The rest of her sternum shatters as the knife passes through them and through her diaphragm and into her stomach. The blade passes through her partially arched body and out her back impaling her curvaceous form upon it. Her arm and legs twitch and contort and blood flows from her mouth as goblets are filled with the blood draining from her chest and down her tits.
Her blood flows for several minutes as her heart slowly pumps what is left of it from the deep division in her chest. As her heart stops, she body sinks onto the knife and the sharp edge cuts the side of her neck and face as she is pulled off. A sucking sound is heard as the she is pulled off the blade. Her body is dragged and thrown in the pit also. Again the wolves are on her. Some teeth sink into ample tits ripping them from her body, some into her pussy and thighs and some into her belly. One sticks his snout into the wound and escapes with her heart.
The crowd chants again. Dianna is led to the rail. She is placed on it same as Jeanna, on her stomach sliding ass first. Her ample tits hug the rail like Diosia's did. She is moved to the edge and released. Her fingers try to slow her descent with snaps heard as two of them break and her head fills with pain.
She squeezes the rail with her thighs with all her might and hugs it as hard as she can as splinters stick into her big tits and npples. Her mind is full of pain and terror, but she can feel herself slowing. She doesn't know if the sweat of her comrades has slowed the rail or if the goddess smiles on her.
She slows to the gasp of the crowd who only want her blood and comes to a stop just before the blade. As two men come to release her, she jerks a tiny bit and the tip of the blade scratches her labia letting a trickle of blood flow onto her thigh. She is lifted off and brought to Destiny and held upright. She smiles looking at her and comments on how the blood of the other amazons will give her villagers their strength.
She grins as he sees the blood flowing down her inner thigh. She pulls a large dagger and drives it into her navel. Dianna gasps and her eyes open wide as she looks at her asking why since she had survived. "Well survival is not the point my dear. You must be untouched and clearly the blade has cut you" She twists the blade of the dagger cruelly and rips it out the the large hole where her navel use to be.
Men on each side of the girl grab her by the tit and ass cheek on that side and drag her over to the pit and throw her in. The air is full of growls and screams as the wolves sink their fangs into her thighs and arms and take big chunks out of her belly. Two wolves sink their fangs into her tits and play a game of tug-a-war with her until their teeth grind the tits from her body. She screams as her body is ripped and shreaded until one large wolf sinks his teeth into her neck and rips out her throat.
The next morning the men collect the girls' bones from the pit and dry them in the sun to be ground and baked in their bread to give more of their strength to them when they mix their blood with wine and drink it. Fresh from the pagan rites, Destiny leads a force southward against the main force of the amazons.
The Bitch of Rome Chapter Two
The Battle of Marcella
Destiny has sent out patrols to keep track of the advancing Amazon army while she gathers her own. Her army consists of some 200 Roman regulars, 500 visigoths, 300 vandals, 300 huns, 300 gauls, and 50 elite women warriors who make up her personal guard. Against them will be the amazon nation consisting of approximately 1000 warriors. As she heads South, there is a flow of information from her patrols that help her to select the spot where she will lead the fight against them. Her goal is the total annihilation of the amazon nation.
The site she selects is just south of the town of Marcella. There is located the only ford of the Drina river for 50 miles in either direction. It is the traditional entrance to the lands of the Norse. To the north of the river is a plain which is about 200 yards wide and 250 yards from the river to the base of a small hill which stands about 100 feet above the plain. Destiny's army arrives well before the amazons and she begins to lay out the positions. To the flanks of the plain is a dense forest she divides her gaul and vandal archers except for about 100 of the gauls and places half in the trees of each forest as well as digging trenches along the forest edge. To the south west of the river is a series of high ridges where she hides the hun cavalry and about 100 gaul archers. They are to enter the frey and cut off the amazon retreat back across the river.
Other traps are set at the base of the defensive hill. A long trench about 2 feet deep is dug and sharpened stakes are placed in the bottom of it, to the front of it is placed a series of round poles and trip wires to trip the amazon horses. That leaves approximately 700 romans and visigoths that are kept out of sight just over the top of the hill and the 50 women who will stand with Destiny as the only visible warriors on the battlefield standing against the amazons. Finally the news comes. The amazons have stopped for the night and are only about a half day away and should arrive by noon the next day. Destiny sends word to her generals to prepare and have troops at the ready by mid morning. As usual out of fear of her wrath or loyalty to her abilities, the troops are ready and waiting when the first of the amazons comes into view a little before noon.
Destiny and her warrior stand in a line across the top of the hill, a huge almost gleeful smile on her face as the battle approaches. She screams orders to the women as the amazons cross the river and are organized into 4 lines of approximately 250 warriors per line. Watching from above, Destiny calls on her mother, the goddess of retribution, to give her victory in this battle. No one knows that in less than 2 hours this battle and war will be over.
The amazon queen sees Destiny and the 50 women at the top of the hill and looks around seeing no others she wonders if this is the best the wide spread Romans can do. She does have respect that it is women that stands against her army. She knows that these women warrior will not surrender so she sends out about 100 warriors from the first phalanx in a cavalry charge to the hill with the plan to go up the side and sweep over the women killing them all in one charge. It is only as the horses approach the bottom of the hill that the queen first sees the complexity of the plan against her. The horses begin to trip and the warriors are thrown over their heads and her ears are met with the cries of pain as breasts, chest, legs, and bellies are penetrated and impaled on the sharpened stakes in the bottom of the trench. Of the 100 in the charge, only 2 return to the main group. It is now she makes her fatal mistake. She signals to dismount and move forward on foot.
Destiny waits until the lines reach the trench and start moving across on the bodies of the dead and dying. Feet trample over faces, breasts, backs and bellies the rough sandals ripping the skin making the bodies almost unrecognizable. As they start up the hill, the trap is closed. The hiding romans and visigoths join destiny on the summit and the hidden hun cavalry and archers to the rear take position on the other side of the river to cut down any who try to cross back. A second signal and the archers on the flank let loose a flight of arrows. About a 100 are cut down in the first flight of arrows. The queen sees two of her daughter cut down. One a tall statuesque blonde is hit in mid belly, the thigh and mid back with the point sticking out of her breast where the nipple use to be. The other, a shorter blonde with much more ample breasts receives three arrows across the breasts and keeps stumbling forward until one of Destiny's women throws a spear which impales her belly and takes her to the ground. Both girls lay in a pool of their blood writhing in their death's agony.
Finally, some of the amazons are within javelin range and throw their javelins toward destiny and her females at the top of the hill. Destiny watches as the woman to her right has a javelin pierce her sternum and pass out her back about a foot. The sound of her shattering sternum is audible to Destiny above the din of battle. She sees the womans big boobs bounce from the drop to her knees as the blood pours down her body. The sight casts Destiny into almost an orgasmic state as the muscles of her cunt contract in the ecstacy of battle. She is truly a battle slut. Another woman behind her takes a javelin through the stomach just above the navel falls writhing on the ground as another woman uses her chest and boobs as a bracing point to leverage her own spear throw.
The battle goes back and forth for about an hour. By this time, the battleground is strewn with the bodies of hundreds of amazons and hundreds of Destiny's army. A few of the Amazons try to escape back across the river , most are cut down and lay in the water but a few make it across. Most to a fate worse than death. Most have a fate like the two which Destiny can see from the top of the hill. They are both brunettes with curvaceous forms and large bouncy tits. They are surrounded and captured in the river and dragged to shore by 6 huns. On the sandy beach, they are stripped naked and laid on their backs on the ground. Four huns holds each by the arms and legs while one drops his pants and sticks his swollen throbbing cock in her mouth, the other gets between her legs and drives his into her moist warm cunt. The six each sate themselves on the defenseless girls until their bodies lay bleeding and cum covered on the ground. The girls have resigned themselves to being the sex slaves of the huns but that is not to be the case.
Instead, the first is subjected to a hun game. Each is to bury a dagger in the girls body without killing her. The first dives his into the girls side just above the hip making her scream and squirm. The second and third select a shoulder for their target, their strength sending the dagger through and pinning the girls shoulders to the ground. The fourth places the tip of his dagger over the girls right nipple and leans on it driving it through her nipple and breast tissue and through her lung before shattering her shoulder blade and leaving her back. The fifth takes his dagger and jams it up the girls cum filled cunt piercing her vagina and uterus in several places. As the sixth pushes his dagger into the girls navel, the six are cut down by amazon arrows. The other girl is being held upright, and as three of the six are killed by archers, one runs her through with his sword and twists it as he pulls it to the side opening a large hole in her belly. As she falls so do the rest of her attackers.
The queen sees her situation is hopeless and decides to make one final attempt to have at least part of her army escape. She divides the remaining warriors in 4 groups and remounts them. Each will charge in a different direction and hopefully some will make it through and escape this death trap. On her signal one of her remaining daughters charges the forest to the west, one to the east and one to the huns at the south. She leads the remainder in charging Destiny's now weakened position. The ram's horn sounds and the four groups charge. The battle is fierce and the sounds almost deafening. The plain and river are red with the blood of amazons and Destiny's army mixed. By the time it ends only three still stand on the battlefield. Destiny, her sometimes lover Brunhilda of the Norse and the Queen herself. As Brunhilda takes aim with her bow, Destiny tells her to hold that she will handle this woman herself.
Destiny walks down the hill sometimes stepping over the bodies sometimes stepping on them. Soon she is within 5 feet of the queen and draws her sword. "I offer you a quick death if you surrender now," Destiny says. The Queen only spits toward her and draws her own sword and closes the distance between then and makes the first parry. Destiny blocks the swords path and the sound of steel on steel rings across the valley. The two exchange blows for several minutes before Destiny sees an opening and makes a low swing opening a deep gash across the woman's thigh. The queen stumbles and another swing cuts deep into her upper arm making her drop her sword.
Destiny is laughing almost hysterically as she cuts another deep gash in the woman's other thigh bringing her to her knees. She screams in her face to worship the daughter of the goddess of retribution. Her next swing leaves a gash across the chest and cuts the straps of her leather armor allowing it to fall and expose her large firm round boobs with their hard nipples. Blood trickles from the wound around her tits and down the hollow between them. Destiny is distracted for a second by the sound of a vulture a short distance away pecking pieces of flesh from a dead amazon. "Soon the jackals and vultures will feast here," she tells the woman just before driving her sword into the woman's belly until it stood out her back. The woman wavers a little then Destiny puts her boot to her tits and pushes her on her back. She takes her dagger and grabs the woman by her long brown hair and holds her upper body off the ground as she cuts a deep gash across her throat that nearly decapitates her. The womans body squirms in the mud made of her blood that is under her as Destiny skins her large tits planning to use the trophies as purses after she tans the skins. She figures each will hold at least 20 gold coins. Destiny stands upright and sees only Brunhilda left alive and moving on the battlefield.
She returns to her and says, "The towns people will make a fortune form looting the dead and the vultures and jackals will feast." Brunhilda nods and replys, "Yes, you have won a great victory. The amazon nation is now extinct. At least in our part of the world." Destiny sheaths her sword and dagger and grabs the well built Brunhilda in a full embrace and kisses her. Brunhilda returns the kiss of her goddess with passion. They begin removing each others armor as they find some grass near the western forest and lay down together in the grass. They can see two jackals on the plain playing tug of war with an amazon corpse, one grabbing her by the tit the other sinking it's teeth through her cunt. Destiny points and tells Brunhilda that is what she is going to do with her and begins nibbling the girls nipples and tits and moving down to nibble gently on her clit. Soon they lay with faces buried in each others groins licking and sucking each other with their hands caressing asses and tits. About two hours later, Destiny gets up and dresses and announces she is going to travel south and to greece.
Brunhilda asks if she can join her but instead of answering her, she leans down and kisses her and sticks her dagger in the girls navel and pulls it up her body as her mouth stays sealed over hers until a slit 5 inches long is made. The girl can only say "why" to which Destiny tells her that as far as a living soul now knows, she is dead on this field and no one survived. She then feels something she has never felt before, a tinge of sympathy for the suffering Brunhilda. She draws her sword and with a mighty swing, drives it through the girls heart. She uses the girls hair to clean the blood from her dagger and sword before taking her choice of horses and collecting supplies and setting off to the south. Of the several thousand involved in the battle of Marcella, only Destiny survived.
She travels for about a month and enters the lands of Mycenea, needing to cross only it and she would be in Greece at approximately the state of Thessolonica.
But that would be another chaper in the saga of the Bitch of Rome