The Final Tournament Pt. 3 - Andromeda: The Goddesses' Favourite Dancer

A Tale of Female Martial Arts Supremacy by Kicked72

Amazonian Dreams/Barbarian Nightmares

It was the historical first day of the final edition of the tournament and Andromeda was attentively surveilling her sector of the Barbarian terrace. As she attended to her duties, the fair and slender Amazon couldn’t help thinking back to her own first glory day in the Arena. Standing on top of the outer edge of the terraces, she was looking down unto a descending sea of dark, dirty, and hairy backs of kowtowing Barbarians. Compared to them, with her long and straight blonde hair, her marble-white skin and her bronze jewelry, Andromeda – who had now reached the age of 28 - looked like a sexy and athletic angelic figure, floating gracefully in the sunlight above a herd of ugly wild boars. Andromeda did look like an angel to the Barbarians too, albeit one of that particular kind that delivers holy, fiery and deadly barefoot retribution. Her silhouette perfectly matched with the statues and sculptures which adorned the edges of the terraces: all these statues depicted famous tournament fight scenes, celebrating the many legendary Amazonian warriors who had distinguished themselves in the Seasonal Tournaments’ fights. Themyscira’s main arena was designed to be the theatre of Amazonian dreams and Barbarian nightmares: the statues were not the only proof of this fact. The walls of the corridors leading to the terraces, the tunnels, the outer and inner surfaces of that immense stadium were covered with very detailed frescos and mosaics depicting the most glorious Amazonian victories and the incessant plethora of tragic and humiliating Barbarian defeats. Everywhere one looked, it was a triumph of female bare feet crushing crippled and mutilated male bodies, of statuesque female warriors trampling over mangled piles of freshly killed brutish Barbarians. It was a permanent showcase of glory and humiliation, pleasure and pain, victory and defeat, beauty and ugliness: all these contrasting elements were always so intertwined but yet so clearly separated by the very different statuses that Amazons and Barbarians had in that society. And that separation had been well earned by the women due to their undefeatable martial arts skills through which they were constantly defeating and humiliating their desperate and inferior male counterparts. After all, those works of art were nothing but quite realistic portraits of life in the Amazonian Queendom. For the Barbarians these statues, frescos, and mosaics were just further reminders of the reason why it was only natural and righteous that men had to live, suffer and die under bare female feet, until the end of time, for eternity: the proofs of female superiority were all around them and not only in that society but all over the Queendom! Both the men and the women knew that it was not propaganda or rhetoric, on the contrary! The brutish tribesmen experienced that undisputable superiority of women every day through the continuous defeats and humiliations by female feet that all men had to constantly suffer in the Amazonian Queendom. After their crushing defeat in the Great War of the Sexes and multiple decades of daily vindicated female supremacy, men had interiorised their slavery and had adopted the Amazons’ bare feet as their ultimate and almighty - albeit cruel and unforgiving - deities. 

Obviously, a sculpture of Andromeda’s gruesome but outlandishly remarkable caponization and execution of her enemies during her Tournament debut had been added to that permanent exhibition of statues: it was considered one of the most iconic monuments among the many that adorned the Arena. Andromeda’s sculpture had been placed in the Amazon sector of the gigantic stadium, not too far from the Queen’s royal balcony. From time to time, the Goddesses’ favourite dancer gazed at it, from a distance. Always the loyal and reliable Amazon, Andromeda would have never questioned her Queen’s orders but frankly, on that eventful occasion she would have much rather starred one more time in the centre of the Arena than work a shift as a guard in the ugliest sector of the stadium. Or at least she would have liked to be sitting in the luxurious and comfortable amazon terraces, maybe under her own statue, enjoying the show among her peers, relaxing with her feet resting on the faces of her two favourite male slaves as she sipped sweet Ambrosia from a gilded chalice. Instead, there she was, standing on the backs of two unknown barbarians in the ugliest part of the Arena, having to work while others celebrated…or were being celebrated. Rightfully, she also thought that her incredible debut performance deserved to be among the greatest hits which were going to be re-enacted during the last tournament’s three days of fights. Very gladly, she would have rather concede an encore of her outstanding Martial Arts castration surgery performance in the centre of the Arena instead of having to stand there, watching over a herd of useless men. Slightly frustrated, the slender amazon flipped her long straight hair and sighed, always looking down the huge descending field of male backs in front of her. 

As soon as the Queen had made her appearance, the Amazonian guards had sprung into action to make sure that all the Barbarians in the terrace would Kowtow in no time. Their internalized inferiority as well as the sheer terror for well-known Amazon Kwon Do punishment pushed the Barbarians to immediately go down on their knees when the much-feared silhouette of the Amazon Queen leaned over the balcony to greet the crowd and kickstart the proceedings. However, their collective movement to a kowtow position was never fast enough for their very stern and severe Amazonian guards. As soon as their Queen’s figure could be seen approaching the edge of her balcony, the Amazons threw themselves all over the men shouting all kinds of abuse to them: ‘Kneel down you animals! Kneel down if you don’t want to die! Kow tow in front of your Queen and maybe you’ll live for another few minutes today! Are you in a hurry to get a taste of our feet today?’. Like a pack of raging but incredibly good looking and fit she-wolves, the Amazon guards would be all over the terraces and all over the Barbarians, flying over them, kicking men in the head or in their backs so that they would fall down on their knees faster. Scared to death the men were falling on top of each other, sliding down the slope, rows of bodies overlapping one over the other, forming grotesque, frantically moving piles of bodies that made the Amazons sitting on the other much more luxurious sides of the arena giggle with gusto. 

From distance these apocalyptic scenes from the Barbarian terraces looked like a glimpse into Dante’s Inferno: it was a carnage, a crowd of damned souls which were relentlessly tossed around, swept away, beaten, and flogged by the feet of a flock of stunningly good looking high kicking she-devils. That image contrasted starkly with the jubilation, the happiness and the positive euphoria that was sweeping over the rest of the Arena. It was another undisputable indictment of the humungous disparities in living conditions between men and women in that society. To make things even more spectacular for themselves  - and terrifying for the men - the athletic female guard would show off their gymnastic prowess by standing with their feet on the shoulders - or on the heads of one or two men, pushing them down until they knelt. Like raging tigers on the prowl, these feral women would jump from row to row with ferocious agility, using the heads, backs or shoulders of men as springboards to jump towards and land, always feet first, on other men who were not fast enough to sit down. A technique that they often used was to kick the men in the liver from behind: bare female toes would unexpectedly stab male livers, causing an indescribably acute pain that would always make a man go down. So many barbarians died in this way, reaching their kowtow position and dying in it from heart attacks induced by the sudden, unbearable pain. The amazons would not stop to torment the barbarians until they had turned this male herd into an orderly and smooth wave of kowtowing men: suddenly, an attentive, suspenseful silence replaced the screaming, the insults, the thud of Amazon soles landing over Barbarian backs, heads or shoulders, the slapping sound of bare female feet viciously striking male flesh. Even the sound of the pained and terrified groans and moans from the Barbarians had stopped: even if in agony from the kicking they just received, everyone among the Barbarians knew that making any noise during the Queens speech would immediately result in two Amazonian feet dive bombing over one’s head splattering it against the stony floor of the terrace…if one was lucky. The alternative was to be taken to the cells under the arena to be tortured to death by the amazon guards which were always very eager to experiment new ways to creatively hurt men with their bare feet. As a result, after all the relentless one-sided beating and high kicking violence, now the disgraced Barbarian terrace was ready to honor the presence Amazonian Queen.

Even after they had made most of the Barbarians kowtow, the guards would keep on scanning the terraces, fine tuning their disciplinary actions with the last individual interventions, just like Omphalos had done with Gyorgos. By the time the Queen would turn her head to gaze upon the much-loathed Barbarian side of the terrace, she had to be greeted by a landscape that was worthy of her royal female eyes: a huge, smooth descending field of kneeling, defeated Barbarians paying humble homage to female Amazon Kwon Do supremacy which was embodied by the Queen herself. Standing out from of defeated males there were her beloved Amazonian guards, their deadly bare feet trampling on the backs of these worthless males while they were cheering her in a celebration of female superiority. This was a sight worthy of a victorious Amazonia queen and her guards were hell bent on making sure they would gift her Majesty with it. In keeping with the subordinate position of the men, the Queen would turn her head towards the Barbarians only at the very end of her speech, just to burn them with some sarcastic remarks which felt like salt over the wounds of the perennially suffering males. Even after they had made all men kow tow the guards would still stay vigil. Throughout the entire speech by the Queen, they would prowl the terraces, walking on the backs of the Kow Towing, jumping from row to row like panthers and terrifying the Barbarians who were shaking with absolute terror each time they felt a female bare sole stepping on their back or even getting close to them. Furious female punishment may come for any unpredictable, capricious reason and at any time for a Barbarian and they knew it. 

Only when the Queen had finished her opening address the Barbarians were allowed to stand up, always under the watchful eye and the firm control of their female guards. And the Barbarians dutifully obliged only to watch their champions getting slaughtered, dominated, and humiliated in the Arena once again by bare and undefeatable female Amazon Kwon Do feet. 

Getting Closer

The Queen was about to begin her opening speech and Andromeda had just finished disciplining her section of the terraces that day. She was checking her area from the highest row of the grandstand. She was standing with her bare feet trampling on the backs of two men kneeling side by side: she had to punish a few men savagely in the previous minutes – a handful of them had to die under her pure white dance and martial arts feet -  but now the wave of backs beneath her looked smooth and seamless: she thought that - once again - she had done a great job to honor her Queen. Whilst remaining watchful, she could now relax a little bit and enjoy the magnificence of that giant event on that perfectly sunny morning. However, just as she was slightly unwinding, something unusual in her field of view caught her eye. Puzzled by what she might have spotted, Andromeda did a quick double take towards one side of her sector of competence: she directed her big hazel eyes towards one figure which stood out among the sea of arched male backs who were kowtowing as the Amazon Queen announced her presence in the Arena. Several rows beneath Andromeda, one guy was still standing up: he was a middle-aged Barbarian and his eyes seemed fixated on the Amazon Queen who had just made her triumphal appearance in the Arena and was greeting the crowd from the royal balcony. He seemed unable to move, almost paralised by the grandiosity of the spectacle in front of him. Andromeda glared down at the standing man: yes, probably he was so mesmerized by the vision of the mighty and beautiful Athena being celebrated by her peers that he simply forgot to kneel. In any case any man’s failure to honour the Amazonian Queen – or any Amazon for that matter – according to law had to be punished exemplarily, as the Gynarchic rule imposed. Each single Amazon, especially if on men-guard duties, was encouraged to enforce the punishment as creatively as she deemed fit – as long as she used her bare feet to discipline the unruly Barbarians -  and Andromeda was never short on ideas when it came to punish men with her feet. Andromeda smiled and exchanged a complicit look with the guards standing to her left and to her right, urging them to look at the misbehaving men a few rows down the terrace. She put one slender finger across her wide lips and smiled signaling to her comrades that she wanted to give the astonished men a nice little surprise: the other guards smiled back in complicity and, in turn, waved to their colleagues who were standing guard in other points of the Barbarians terrace gesturing them to look at what was going on in Andromeda’s sector but not to make any noise: they were all curious to see what the always creative and unpredictable Andromeda had in mind for this foolish man. Cautiously, since she did not want her victim to suspect anything, Andromeda started tip toeing on the backs of the Barbarians who were kowtowing in the rows between her and their misbehaving tribesman, discreetly making her way towards her target. Moreover, due to the wet backs of the men who were kowtowing side by side on the crowded terrace under the hot sun, she was running the risk to slip and ruin her surprise: Andromeda had to recur to her superior skills as a ballerina and a martial artist to keep her balance while she was cautiously descending towards her male target to deliver his well-deserved punishment to him. 

Finally, she got to the row of Barbarians which was immediately behind the standing man. The guy- who looked like he was in his late forties or early fifties, was still completely unaware of what kind of lethal menace was lurking behind his back, so Andromeda too her time for her preparation: she adjusted her balance by placing one foot on the back on the man who was kowtowing to her right and her other one on the back of the man to her left. With her legs slightly apart, she looked like a footballer concentrating before shooting a penalty kick: she was biting her lips as she prepared to strike behind the back of his unsuspecting male prey. From every corner of the terrace, all the eyes of her fellow Amazon guards where focused on that scene: with amused glee and muffled excitement - not to spoil Andromeda's surprise for the unaware barbarian - each one was anticipating what was about to happen. Even some Amazons from the other side of the terraced had noticed that something interesting was about to go down in that particular section of the Barbarian terraces and had started focusing on it, excitingly pointing towards that spot and gesturing to other nearby Amazons to check it out too. That was the moment when the doomed standing man finally realised that he had become the focus of attention of several Amazons sitting on the opposite side of the Arena. Suddenly, he woke up from his state of enchantment and became anxiously aware of the fact that his own candid amazement for the Arena’s spectacle made him forget to oblige to the male slave duty to honour the Queen’s presence. Frantically, he turned his head to his left and to the right and realised with terror that he was the only Barbarian who was still standing in the entire terrace. If he had turned around to look behind his back he would have seen Andromeda towering over him but he was panicking too much to check his surroundings carefully. Well aware of the possible disastrous consequences of his mistake, the man hurriedly started bending his knees to assume the kowtow position. On the floor though, there was only a very narrow space beneath him, between the two men to his left and right. Desperately he tried to push with his knees to create some room for himself but the rows of men were too tight for him to squeeze between them quickly enough. And unfortunately for him, it was already way too late to escape from the wrath of his Amazon minder for that day: standing on the backs of two kowtowing men and towering over her victim from the row just behind him, Andromeda watched the man’s pathetic, panicked and ultimately useless efforts to assume his expected Kowtow position for a couple of seconds. The Barbarian’s utter state of panic and his frenetic anxiety made her smile in amusement: she loved to watch, feel, perceive the pure, unadulterated terror that the possibility of female barefoot retribution instilled in men. The terrified man knew that he was at risk of being very severely punished: what he didn’t know yet was that his exterminating angel of barefoot retribution was already lurking over him, ready to strike. Knowing how efficient and inescapable the Amazon Guards were, he shouldn’t even have tried to recover from his mistake and just wait for the female barefoot kicks to rain down on him…to  but after all to surprise, shock, awe, and humiliate men was an Amazon’s natural prerogative...and anyway hope always dies last, as they say. 

A Blast from the Past

And so, while the man was still trying to get down on his knees, Andromeda inevitably sprang into action: the fair Amazon shot her right foot right between the man’s open legs with full power, impaling his groin from underneath with her toes. The fair blonde Amazon kept her long and strong dance and martial arts trained toes pointing up so that they pierced like blades right through the balls of the middle-aged man which were hanging naked under his waistcloth. Shocked by this sudden attack to his groin from behind his back, the man’s body stiffened as if he had been struck by lightning. Always standing behind him and elegantly balancing on one leg, Andromeda tightened her fine jaw and pushed her foot further up inside the man’s genitalia, penetrating his balls sack with her toes. At this point, what Andromeda was doing appeared clear to everyone in the Arena: she was clearly reenacting the famous impalement of male genitalia with her bare toes which she performed during her glorious debut in the Arena. During that famous performance she was facing her unfortunate male opponent now she was striking from behind but the technique was essentially the same: caponisation of a Barbarian by an Amazon’s foot, with an upward kick between his legs. Not having been selected among the Amazon’s all stars who were going to replay their most famous fights for the final edition of the tournament, Andromeda was sending a message to the organisers and at the same time playing her own little game of the ‘kick the man down’ from the Barbarian’s side of the terraces. Her message reached the Arena’s organisers who hastily repaired to their mistake and immediately added Andromeda’s performance to the program of the next day. The good news would reach Andromeda in a matter of minutes. In the meantime, the one who was undoubtedly experiencing Andromeda’s ‘message’ in the most vivid and intense was the barbarian who had just been instantly castrated by her lethal foot. He was now screaming his lungs out as he was kept standing up by Andromeda’s foot which had now powered its way inside the man's genitalia up to the arc: only her heel was still sticking outside the man's lower groin, as blood and all kinds of bodily fluids were spraying from between his legs or running down all along the inner length of his thights and calves, forming a pool of gore beneath him. Andromeda’s long but perfectly defined leg muscles were shining in the morning sun as she was standing with one foot on the back of a kowtowing and another one deep inside the man’s body. Her toes were expertly wiggling and scratching inside her victim’s genital apparatus, removing internal parts of the Barbarian’s balls, and making them slide along the side her foot and out of the man’s body. The pool of gore beneath the man’s body had now formed a stream which was running down the terrace, a disgusting river which was wetting the men who were kowtowing in the rows beneath Andromeda and her unlucky victim. Since their foreheads were almost touching the ground, some men had to taste the flavor and the smell of their peer’s gore on their lips, over their eyes and inside their noses, as it flowed from inside his body and down the terrace. Obviously, for how much they were grossed out and terrified they had to stay still and endure whatever was happening without batting an eyelid and always keeping their kowtow position if they did not want to be subject to a treatment which could be even worse than the one that Andromeda was inflicting to this distracted barbarian. 

As usual, any display of female foot mastery terrified and aroused the men at the same time: from their position many of them could only guess what was going on but, by the sounds they could hear, it was certainly some form of Amazon foot humiliation and this was enough to make any Barbarian shiver with fear and go hard with excitement at the same time. As a result, many Barbarians had irresistible ejaculations shooting their wad on the ground, aroused by Andromeda’s clinical castration of their fellow Barbarian. Some of those who were just above the rows in which the action was taking place raised their eyes just enough to have a furtive peek of the proceedings while they duly kept their kowtowing position. Needless to say, all these men, albeit terrified by what they were witnessing, did not even need to touch their painfully stiffened dicks to hommage Andromeda’s masterful performance with abundant, unstoppable ejaculations. 

A Woman’s Footwork Is Never Finished

Andromeda’s unfortunate victim was on the verge to come too since the Amazon’s all piercing foot was now so deep inside the Barbarian’s body that her toe was now putting pressure on the man’s prostate. Just like in her previous Arena performance, this caused the man’s dick to raise in a powerful erection, despite the destruction that was being brought to his entire genitalia: before Andromeda’s attack the man’s dick had already filled with sperm, due to the Barbarian’s excitement in seeing all those powerful Amazons all gathered and already kicking men down into the arena. Moreover, the mere sight of the Queen always made the Barbarians’ dicks stiffen out of fear and admiration for her men killing bare feet. This very visible hard on from the agonizing man, whose dick was now entirely sticking out of his waist cloth, made all the Amazon’s giggle: these women always found it funny when men could not help having hard-ons and ejaculations for them while they were busy dismantling and torturing them with their bare feet. It was the ultimate, unquestionable proof of how twisted, stupid and desperately subservient to women the male psyche was. It was a funny, grotesque but undeniable justification of the gynarchic social order. Andromeda had now almost brought her empty shell of a man to orgasm when she perceived and unsteadiness under her left foot, the one on which she had been perfectly balancing for several minutes now as she was brutalizing her victim’s groin with her other foot. She was standing on the sturdy back of a 19 year-old Barbarian who had kept still for the first minutes out of fear: at this point though the young man could not control himself anymore and, terrorized by the thought of having to sustain a glorious amazon during her performance and by the nature of the punishment that she was inflicting on her fellow barbarian, he started to shake, sob and cry, thus making Andromeda more unstable. It must also be told that his dick was throbbing with precum and, in the middle of all these contrasting feelings, he was about to shoot his wad: therefore, his shaking was augmented by the tremors of a young men’s pre orgasmic situation. Trying to keep her balance on his back Andromeda clenched her teeth and began cursing the young man beneath her left foot ‘Stand still you wussie of a Barbarian or you will end up like your friend here!’ She hissed through her pearly white teeth. The man was scared by Andromeda’s threat but it was now stronger than him: he could not stop himself from shaking, sobbing and throbbing. Determined to not fall in front of all her Amazonian’s peers, Andromeda knew that she needed to do something about her unsteady human pedestal. Being a naturally multi-tasking and creative woman, she immediately found a solution. While she kept her right leg up and her foot deep inside the man’s lower body – still pressuring with her toe on his prostate - Andromeda used the sweat on the young Barbarian’s back and on her own bare sole to slide forward from the centre of his spine, which was the point on which she had been balancing on until that moment, up to the back on the man’s lower neck. She adjusted her position, finding a new balance by tightening her toes around the young kid’s lower occiput, right where his backbone connected with his nervous system. When she felt comfortable in that position she smiled and uttered this sentence ‘I am sorry kid but you just failed to show support to a woman while she’s performing her tasks. You are useless, just like all men. Time to throw out some fresh male trash I’m afraid’. Then she clenched her lips and tightened the grip of her toes around the base of the boy’s occiput: then Andromeda twisted her ankle and put it back in position at light speed so that she would not lose balance or support. Her masterful movement caused two reactions in the young man who was supporting her entire weight beneath her foot: it made the kid ejaculate loads on sperm on the floor beneath him and simultaneously, it broke his neck, severing his spine from his central system, paralising him forever. It was just another understated but devastatingly barefoot master stroke from the legendary Andromeda. The boy let out a deep sigh and just passed out from the shock. Now he was lying still under Andromeda’s foot, allowing her to continue her destruction of the standing barbarian undisturbed and unconcerned about her stability. With a swift move of her toes she had rendered the boy a cripple for the rest of his life: he would never be able to walk again but it was not her concern. As any self-respecting Amazon Andromeda was ruthless: she needed a stable support for her action and now she obtained it by way of destroying the life of a teenage barbarian boy: to Andromeda was just another filthy barbarian anyway, a subhuman creature: no one cared about how he was going to spend the rest of his life with a broken back. Perhaps his fellow barbarians will help him out and if not…too bad, for what Andromeda cared! What mattered to her was that the lifeless back of the Barbarian boy was now perfectly stable so that Andromeda could continue her disciplinary action on the unruly Barbarian undisturbed. With renewed focus, Andromeda pushed her foot further up the cavity she had created in the man’s lower body so that her toe hit the man’s prostate again. With that final toe-thrust, the man’s dick magically shot a huge stream of sperm, mixed with blood: the load flew down the terrace and landed all over the backs of the Barbarians who were kowtowing in the rows in front. All the Amazon side of the Arena erupted with laughter when they saw the scene. That’s when Andromeda finally removed her foot from inside the man’s body: no longer blocked by Andromeda’s foot, a spray of blood, mixed with bodily fluids and lacerated pieces of internal organs sprung down from the whole in the man’s body that once accommodated his reproductive system, thus making the disgusting torrent of gore running down the terrace, this time wetting the bodies under the bodies of the kowtowing Barbarians situated in the rows directly below Andromeda and her victim.

Trampled Underfeet

Satisfied with her devastating footwork, Andromeda looked down on the freshly caponized man and smiled while she casually wiped her blood and gore-stained foot on the bare skin of the Barbarian who was kowtowing by the side of the boy that she had just turned into a human larva. Then she placed her foot squarely on his back, assuming the same position she had just before her surprise attack on the standing Barbarian. 

That’s when she found out with a certain degree of disappointment that the man whose back she was trampling on with her right foot was now shaking and throbbing under her sole, just like the young cripple was doing before her back-snapping toe twist made him quiet forever. The middle-aged man under her right foot was sobbing desperately because he was the tutor/uncle of the boy that Andromeda had just permanently disabled under her foot: he had raised him since he was a small child and now he has just seen him made into a cripple just to be a stable foot pedestal for an Amazon. On that day, as the Amazonian guards were escorting the Barbarians from their villages to the Arena, he had promised the boy that he would have made sure that nothing would have happened to him if they had stayed together…clearly he had failed and now it was too late. He let his boy down, and moreover he lied to him when he reassured him. As full-grown Barbarian he knew perfectly well that no man could protect anything or anyone from the fury of the bare Amazonian martial arts foot. However, there was no choice for them but going, as refusal to attend the Tournaments would have meant immediate death penalty by female foot for any Barbarian. Anyway, he felt responsible for being so powerless and useless against the barefoot cruelty that had just been inflicted to his son in law: after all, men were made to feel powerless and useless all the time in that gynarchic social order. Furthermore, the man felt lacerated inside because he could not refrain from ejaculating when he saw and felt the magnificence of Andromeda’s slender and perfumed foot practicing that devastating move on the neck of the boy whom he loved like a son: his eyes were at Andromeda’s foot level and even if he was kowtowing he just had to look to his left to fully appreciate that masterfully debilitating technique being performed just a few centimeters from him. Already aroused by the entire situation and by the closeness of that perfect Amazon warrior towering above him while she was administering punishment on the standing Barbarian, the man experienced a body shatteringly powerful ejaculation when Andromeda performed her snapping move: in fact, for as much he loved his son, the man’s true allegiance, his deepest and strongest devotion was to the female bare martial arts foot and its power. His dick, which was the true detector of the deepest truth about the male psyche, had spoken clearly. The same was true for any Barbarian living under the gynarchic rule after the Great War of the Sexes: the Amazonian bare foot was each man’s true god and it was infinitely more powerful than any form of affection, friendship or parental bond that these male losers could ever establish among themselves. Almost invariably, the ways in which the Amazonian foot-god expressed its power created pain, distress and devastation among Barbarians, just like it did in the case of the crippled boy and its tutor: but the masterful ways in which this female deity operated were so powerful, spectacular and, frankly, sexy that the admiration and the sexual excitement that it generated in men way surpassed all the sorrows that they felt for all the pain and suffering that the castigating, all conquering female foot inflicted them on a daily basis. After all, it was precisely through those ruthless showcases of absolute superiority that the Amazonian foot unleashed its irresistibly dominating charm upon the Barbarians. The Amazons knew it very well: for this reason, and because it was simply too much fun for them, they indulged in frequent acts of cruelty and humiliation of these men. For each Amazon, it was a form of re-establishing their dominance and a huge source of entertainment and pleasure at the same time.

Therefore, even if the man’s heart was broken by what Andromeda just did to his beloved stepson, his dick –  once again, the only true detector of male psyche – could not help paying homage to the power of her pretty and deadly feet. However, this created a painful confusion within the man’s soul that sent him in a state of inconsolable desperation in that extreme situation. Hence his unstoppable sobbing. Profoundly intelligent as she was, Andromeda perceived that there may be a bond between the two men beneath her feet, but she had no time for the weaknesses of the male psychologies…and moreover knowing that she was crushing male hearts and torturing their minds, as well as breaking their bodies, made the situation much more entertaining to her. And ultimately, she wanted as stable and firm pedestal on which her feet could stand on. Instead, through the bare sole of her exterminating right foot, she could perceive the man’s sobbing, throbbing and shaking. Annoyed by that further disturbance to her stability, Andromeda rolled her hazelnut eyes and cursed the emotional weakness of men.

Then she positioned her toes on the back of the upper part of the man’s neck. With typical ballerina elegance, her size 8 foot was perfectly perpendicular to the floor as she pointed it down so that her toes were gripping the back of the man’s neck very tight. This position was perfect to appreciate the high arch of her foot, the perfect curve of her ball and the hard but delicate shape of her heel: many men who were peeking on the scene climaxed for the second of third time that day just by seeing that foot placed in that perfect position. The Amazon martial arts dancer kept that position for a few seconds, to make sure that her victim realized what was about to happen to him: she wanted fear and anguish to take full control of him before he dies. The man did not want to be paralysed because he was the only one who could mind the young boy that this merciless Amazon had already crippled for life. Without him the boy had nobody in this world and he would probably die, abandoned on the outskirts of some Barbarian village. But Andromeda did not care about these barbarian problems. As soon as she was sure that the man beneath her got a full grasp of her intention, she got ready to repeat the same move she had just performed on the boy on the middle-aged tutor. She tightened the grip of her toes on the back of the man’s lower neck but before she could turn her ankle the man beneath her spoke in desperation ‘Please don’t disable me! This boy here needs me, I am his tutor!’ Andromeda was surprised and annoyed by the man’s plea. ‘How dare you? Speaking to an Amazon without her permission? – she disdainfully replied - 'And how hypocritical! You are using this cripple down here just to save yourself: typical cowardly male behavior!' – she spat out her words with all the disgust she could muster – 'You know I don’t give a fuck about neither of you lesser beings and… - Andromeda paused – ‘Who said that I was going to just disable you? Imagine a stupid man like you being able to predict what a woman is planning! I'll make you pay for your stupid conceit!’ Actually, for the middle-aged Barbarian who was pleading for hermercy beneath her bare sole, Andromeda had something more ‘definitive’ in mind than just a broken back. She smiled cruelly and turned her ankle swiftly to her left and to her right until her foot was back in her initial position. This time she did not only paralise the man under her foot but she made sure that her move was lethal. The man let out something that sounded like a mix between a deep moan and died immediately: obviously his death was accompanied by another and final ejaculation of his dick. Relieved by her newfound stability, Andromeda spoke sarcastically: 

‘Oh, Finally! See what an Amazon must do to make a halfway passable pedestal out of two men?’ – she said and added – ‘It’s so true what they say about you males: you are much more useful to a woman when you are dead!’

Seeing his tutor being so casually killed by his side, the paralised boy ejaculated and started crying at the same time. However, for the satisfaction of the woman who was trampling over him, his emotional distress did not transfer to his back which she had just separated from the rest of his body with her masterful barefoot action.

The boy was absolutely desperate: that day, he came to the Arena on his two own legs. Then, even before the fighting started, he had already been turned into a cripple just to provide a steady support for the amazon who was trampling on his back while he was kowtowing. And now, to add insult to injury, the only person who could have cared about him and helped him survive in that state had just been killed by the feet of the same woman who had permanently disabled him. Early in his life the young boy was already doomed. In that cruel society he would probably end up dead soon for not being able of providing for himself. Above him, Andromeda was well aware of what she had done and smiled sadistically: she had just nonchalantly destroyed the lives of the two men who had the misfortune to find themselves under her feet and she did it all with just a swift and elegant twist of her feet and toes. Throwing barbarians into an abyss of agony, desperation and death so casually with her bare feet was so much fun! These men were just an underdeveloped form of human life which had to be, crushed, disciplined and enslaved under female feet: any form of foot delivered cruelty towards these hairy beasts was perfectly justified and encouraged, in the Amazonian Weltanschauung.

Andromeda’s Barefoot High-Kicking Mercy

In the meantime, the middle-aged barbarian whose lower body had been emptied of genital organs by Andromeda had managed to turn around. His body was losing blood form the hole that Andromeda created in it with her bare foot and he was going to die of exsanguination in a matter of minutes. However, before dying he wanted to see the face of the Amazon who had performed that masterstroke of foot surgery on him. Transfixed with agony the man was in an absolute trance when he saw Andromeda’s luminous marble white body towering over him. His eyes were wide open in shock and his mouth open in a perennial pre-death silent scream in front of all that terrible female beauty. Legs akimbo, with her feet firmly trampling on the backs of her perennially immobilized human footstools, Andromeda was a vision to the man, a pure angel of death who had descended upon him to deliver savage divine retribution with her pretty but lethal bare feet. Andromeda smile almost benevolently as she looked down on the agonising man. ‘Have mercy on me’ whispered the Barbarian with whatever was left of his voice. The moribund man sounded as he was praying to a goddess ‘Please my master, deliver me from this agony! Please, please…’.

‘As you wish, asshole!’ - Andromeda replied - ‘Have a taste of my barefoot female Martial Arts mercy!’

As soon as she said that Andromeda bent her knees slightly as all her slender but strong leg muscles were darting under her white skin. Then she jumped into the air and started spinning around with incredible grace and power. That’s when she extended her legs to perform a perfect 540 helicopter kick on her victim.

The man who was on the receiving end of that utterly spectacular kick perceived Andromeda’s movement in slow motion: to him,  she was a tornado of long blonde hair, long and athletic legs, and silky skin as she spun magnificently into the blue air of the Arena, obscuring the sun like a white cloud on that clear day. Enchanted by the dreamlike beauty of that acrobatic kick, the Barbarian was smiling with awe as the instep of the pretty Amazon dancer’s bare foot connected with his ugly face. Dozens of his yellow Barbarian teeth were sent flying into the air like confetti as soon as the hard instep of Andromeda’s female martial arts foot impacted with his jaw, shattering it completely. The teeth were immediately followed by the Barbarian’s entire body which took off too, propelled by the power of Andromeda’s perfectly executed kick. As Andromeda gracefully landed on the backs of the young boy and the tutor whom she had respectively crippled and killed, she could appreciate the trajectory of the body of her male victim which was still flying over endless rows of kowtowing Barbarians. The centrifuge force of the kick was such that the man’s body was twisting in the air like an Olympic diver as he was tracing an arc in the air and then towards the ground: unfortunately for him though his body did not land on water but on the sandy ground of the Themyscira's Arena. As he laid down with his face up the man could still see a blurry vision of white somewhere above him. It was Andromeda looking down on him from the terraces, standing out in all her pure, luminous, almost goddess-like beauty amongst rows of brownish dirty kowtowing Barbarian backs. As he drew his last breath the demolished man whispered ad heartfelt ‘Thank you’ to that young woman who – with her bare feet - had put him through the most transfixing experience of his life as she was mercilessly and cruelly enforcing Amazonian Martial Arts Law on him. Andromeda could perceive her victim’s gratitude while the man exhaled his last breath and despite the noise of the Amazonian crowd which had erupted in a standing ovation for the incredible show that Andromeda had put on in the Barbarian terraces. Through her bare feet she had established an intense albeit brutal connection with that Barbarian: but now their destinies were clearly separated just as their lives had always been. She, the woman, was ascending to glory and celebration while he, the man, had just died a degrading death and was literally descending into the depths of Barbarian hell pushed down by the scented bare soles of her superior female executioner. It was exactly like in those scenes which were being depicted in the sculptures which adorned the Arena, demonstrating one again that those images of female superiority were factually describing the reality of everyday life in the Amazonian Gynarchic Kingdom.

Pleasure to kill

Andromeda, the Goddesses’ own favourite Amazon dancer, was now breathing heavily but she was not tired in the slightest: she had perfected her task of disciplining her sector of the Barbarian terraces with that incredible 540 helicopter kick that had sent the barbarian flying. Her heavy breathing was induced by pleasure not by fatigue: now she was free to let her body experience the orgasm that she had felt coming in waves during various moments of her mission. Like a Valkyrie coming down from full Berserker mode, Andromeda stood there with her legs akimbo, as her bare feet were still trampling the ruined backs of the two barbarians (one dead, one forever crippled) kowtowing side by side. The sun was shining behind her white athletic yet dainty shoulders: the sunlight filtered through her long blonde hair which, blown by the wind, created a floating and luminous aura around her pretty head and exquisite face. Almost in extasy, Andromeda smiled and gasped lightly as female juices of pleasure started dripping from her vagina, forming two shiny rivers running down on the inside of her legs and over the backs of the vanquished Barbarians kneeling beneath her soles and toes. Once again, her juices of pleasure were wetting the bodies of the men that she had killed and crippled with her Amazon Kwon Do skills: it was the mark of her victory. For an Amazon, there was no pleasure like killing men with her bare feet: that’s how these superior women reached full, orgasmic connection with the warrior Goddesses of Olympus who, just like the Amazons on heart had established their dominance over the male gods by defeating them with their Amazon Kwon-Do skills. Transfixed by the pleasure, Andromeda let her orgasm run its course entirely. Then, after a few minutes, she turned around on her bare heels and started climbing up the rows of kowtowing Barbarians, stepping on their backs as she was applauded and cheered on by her fellow guards and by all the amazons in the Arena. When she got back to her assigned position she turned around to see the male servants working removing the body of the man she had caponized and killed from the Arena’s sandy floor: he was going to be rudely thrown into the huge nameless communal graves which had been dug just outside the arena to accommodate the corpses of the Barbarians who were going to die during the tournament’s proceedings. Another group of slaves removed the body of the tutor from the rows of kowtowing barbarians to throw it into those dishonorable mass graves. As she was looking on these scenes, Andromeda received the news that she had been included among the all-star performers of the tournament by edict of the Queen herself. That last minute recognition made her smile bitterly: she had to discipline three men in front of the entire Amazonian population for her peers to remember her greatness. Other Amazons would have just complained to the Amazon Kwon Do council about it but she preferred to let her legendary feet do the talking: feet that could distribute pleasure and agony in equal measure, as she just demonstrated, encore une fois.  Intelligent as she was she knew that she had not only fulfilled her task of disciplining her sector of the terrace in a spectacular way. With yet another impressive showcase of balance, power and creativity she had just reminded everyone why she had earned the nickname of The Goddesses' Favourite Dancer. Andromeda knew she would always be one of the most popular and iconic Amazon warriors anyway but if anyone had ever thought of stealing the limelight from her, they had just received a reminder of what she was capable of. Now she was beatific and relaxed again: the satisfying orgasm she reached by ruining three men with her feet in front of everyone helped make her feel better. At the end of the Queen’s speech she even broke into a cathartic laugh because her fellow guards made her notice that now that the Barbarians were allowed to stand again, there was a very visible empty slot in the compact rows of male heads: it corresponded with the spot in which the young boy she had just permanently disabled was located. ‘Yeah, I guess that he will be kowtowing for a very long time!’, Andromeda sarcastically shouted over to her fellow guards, making them all erupt with cruel feminine laughter.