The Final Tournament Pt. 7: Splitting the Twins
A tale of Female Martial Arts Supremacy by Kicked72
Death in the Afternoon
Berenice had pinned an elbow against the chest of the dead man beast’s corpse to keep her head up and to stare straight into the swollen, bloodied and crying eyes of her victims. Hers was a repeated, graceful, and incessant back and forth footwork that, with Zen-like patience and oriental resilience, she had been carrying out for several minutes now. Like a small axe chopping two huge trees, kick by kick her pretty and deadly bare foot was gradually dismantling the faces and the heads of these humungous male monsters. She had already inflicted this technique on multiple men simultaneously but if was the first time she was doing it to two male beasts of such enormous size: but nothing could phase her in her methodical almost serene dismantling of her opponents faces. So far, her performance had been a sight to behold, and she seemed in total control at all times. Such a pretty girl who, despite being 168 cm tall, looked quite petite if compared to her multiple enemies of that day, had been delivering a flawless, one sided in her favour, fighting performance since the very beginning of that apparently uneven confrontation. Especially now that she was lying over the chest of the man she had just crippled, maimed, castrated, and killed, she looked focused and relaxed while she calmly delivered unstoppable and unparalleled levels of barefoot Amazon Kwon Do punishment to her doomed enemies. The contrast between her serene, composed, and elegant demeanour and the helpless, disharmonic, and grotesque agony of her enemies couldn’t be more striking and it was revealing of the immense superiority of the female gender over the male. However gory, violent and dramatic, the entire scene projected a sense of style and elegance…and that was exclusively because of Berenice’s effortless grace and how she had arranged and studied for her own debut tournament performance to look like.
After decades of continued and increasingly humiliating male defeats, it became common knowledge and a proved and well demonstrated scientific truth, that even a single rookie Amazon who had freshly graduated from the Amazon Kwon Do academy possessed enough kicking power to crush the entire Barbarian ‘civilisation’ under her bare feet and to single handedly exterminate the entirety of the male sex of planet earth with her kicks. Consequently, simply vanquishing and killing men, dozens of men, or even legions of well-armed male Barbarians was considered child’s play and no challenge at all by any self-respecting Amazon. However, killing men with their Amazon Kwon Do bare feet was also the highest source of sexual pleasure for the Amazons and one of the main purposes for which the Goddesses had put these formidable women on this earth. Precisely because of that, exterminating men came so easy and natural to these women that, with the passing of time, to keep themselves and their peers entertained, they started experimenting increasingly creative, unusual, sexual, quirky, surprising, extreme, and sophisticated ways of demolishing men with their feet. As it’s been reported at the beginning of this tale, the women started to raise the odds against themselves by deploying a single barehanded and barefooted Amazon against increasingly numerous small armies of fully armed men. Often, they put a single Amazon blindfolded and with their hands tied against entire crews of men. Moreover, they also stopped deploying consummate and battle proven fighters in the Arena: it would have been way too easy for any expert Amazon to defeat no matter how many well-armed men. To find a reason for this one sided slaughters of men that went beyond the ritualistic and regular confirmation of the superiority of the female over the male, which was aimed at reinforcing and vindicating the existing gynarchic status quo, the Amazons decided that Seasonal Tournaments would become a rite of passage for young Amazons who has just graduated from the Amazon Kwon Do academy: on those occasions these teenage warriors – normally the Amazons would be trained in the Academies until they turned 18 - could prove their worth as outstanding foot killers of Barbarians, showcasing the techniques they had learned in school in front of all their peers. The Seasonal Tournaments became some sort of final exams at the end of which the young female foot fighters would get their laurels, expand their provision of personal male foot slaves, got celebrated for their success in their combat studies and achievements and got welcomed in the ranks of the Amazonian army forever and for good. In the case of Amazons born and raised in the capital city of Themyscira, the age of these debuting warriors was normally 18, which meant that had just completed their training at the Amazon Kwon Do academy. When an Amazon was coming from one of the provinces of the Gynarchic Empire, sometimes her age was slightly older (between 20 and 21), just like Berenice. This was because they had already passed their graduation exams in their province of origin and had made a name for themselves there as spectacular fighters, before being selected for the prestigious stage of Themyscira’s main arena: their local fame, reports from Final Tournament talent scouts and word of mouth about their previous fighting feats always created great expectations about the Arena debut of these exotic Amazons…and Berenice’s stunning performance certainly lived up to the hype that had preceded her first grand public appearance in Themyscira.
In the light of the above, from just offing men the entire focus for the Amazons shifted on HOW they killed men: all year long these formidable women worked hard in their private gyms and in Amazon Kwon Do Schools to find new, creative, spectacular, sexy, artsy, elegant (and endlessly gory) ways to humiliate, degrade, dominate, torture, cripple, maim, and kill men with their bare feet. This created healthy competition among the female warriors, who were always working hard to come up with new and exciting ways to outdo each other in the fine Amazonian art of kicking men to an excruciating and degrading demise. Four times per year, all this research and hard work found its glorious outcome during the Seasonal Tournaments…but impromptu showcase may be improvised at any time of the year by the Amazons, for the chagrin of the males who were being used as elements of these choreographies of death. Everyone knew that there had never been any actual competition between the Amazons and Barbarians: from the get-go, they had always been way above these man’s league, as the very first one-sided battles of the Great War of the Sexes had immediately and unequivocally made clear. The undisputable, devastating and flawless female victory in the war and the subsequent decades of male slavery, submission, and endless agonizing everyday defeats in combat and in all fields of human activities were there to confirm the absolute superiority of the woman over the man. These extraordinary women considered males as disposable slaves or at best, as a nameless, faceless mass of subhuman kick fodder that always available to be violently manipulated and destroyed under female feet for the sake of their performances or for any other motivation or idea that might cross an Amazon’s mind. In the pursuit of these outstanding barefoot kicking techniques, each Amazon was actually competing against herself, her own previous incredibly high standards, glorious victories, and remarkable fighting achievements. No man could ever even dream to compete at Amazonian level: it was a level of excellency which was not only utterly unachievable for the male body and it was unconceivable for the male mind! Hence the unending stream of flawless female victories and crushing male defeats. Obviously, among their peers, Amazons always tried to impress each other in a never-ending race to become the most creative, elegant, and effective slaughterer of males and to provide exciting entertainment for their community. For the Amazons it was of primary importance to please their sense of aesthetics and beauty, and to pleasure themselves, while they were kicking the life out of men. Goring, penetrating, eviscerating, crippling, and tearing to bits the bodies of their male victims with their bare feet was incredibly sexually satisfying for any Amazon and for all her peers who were witnessing those scenes. It was also immensely aesthetically pleasing to them also because they enjoyed the sight of a woman with an unscarred body standing barefoot over a pile of mangled, maimed, deformed, and gored male corpses that she has just kicked to death: blood and gore could be on her body and feet but it had to exclusively come from the bodies of her male enemies. It was the ultimately sexually stimulating image in the Amazonian sex mind: thousands of paintings, sculptures and bas-relief engravings were depicting variations of that scene…which it must be admitted was very easy to come across every day - and in flesh and blood form - in real life everywhere across the Amazonian kingdom. Butchering, penetrating, eviscerating, and dismembering male bodies with bare feet was not considered gross or disgusting, on the contrary! The dissection of a male by bare female feet was considered a fine and exquisite art in which all Amazons had to excel in with feral intensity and surgical precision: proving to have mastered this art at the expense of their male opponents became one of the focus points for every Amazon in all combat occasions and especially during their performances in the Arena during the seasonal Tournament. And clearly it was also considered an extremely hot, stimulating and sexually enticing activity to perform as fighters and to enjoy as spectators.
All the finest Amazonian arts (Amazon Kwon Do, gymnastics, dance, acrobatics) were employed ruthlessly and forged together in the never-ending quest by these women to achieve the perfect barefoot manslaughter. Men were unwilling partners in these experiments: rather than being considered valuable opponents (they had lost any credibility already during the early stages Great War of the Sexes, when female martial arts supremacy manifested itself immediately), they found themselves to be nothing but paws in the hands or - we should say - under the feet of these female artists and there was nothing they could do about it except for feeling overwhelmed, humiliated while having steely hard-ons and as many copious ejaculations as they could before their genitals they were creatively dismantled and their lives gruesomely kicked out of them. Countless men lost organs, genitals, limbs, bones and lives not only in the Arena on in public performances of these techniques, while their female masters studied new ways to impress their peers with always new barefoot ways of destroying men. Amazons liked to turn their male opponents into dancefloors to be trampled, jumped, and stomped on. Whether they liked it or not the men were their very unfortunate, doomed, and suffering dance partners: obviously, instead of dance moves the men were getting overwhelming amounts of barefoot kicks from their cruel female partners!
Berenice was no exception to all that, on the contrary! Her oriental background made her particularly attentive to the aesthetics of her barefoot killings. Always striving for grace and elegance, especially when she was gruesomely massacring her male enemies, with her relentless kicking motion she had created some sort of coordinated choreography between the back and forth kicking of her leg and the coordinated, parallel movement of the heads of her twin enemies which her precise flagging was causing to move from one side to another. That was another little miracle that she managed to perform that day: she managed to turn two clumsy, ugly male beasts into (unwilling) elements into her elegant choreography of death. Ultimately, just like for all Amazons, dance, acrobatics, gymnastics, and martial arts were perfectly integrated in Berenice’s formidable set of barefoot fighting skills: she loved a well-choreographed, intensely performed, ballet-like male slaughter…and so did her fellow amazons whom, after having followed the first part of her foot slapping of the siblings in attentive silence in order to study the technical aspects of Berenice foot- slapping technique, had now let themselves go. A few minutes into Berenice’s deadly martial arts can-can dance, every Amazon started clapping rhythmically along with the sound of the impact of Berenice’s foot with the faces of the monstrous siblings. A natural entertainer, even if she was young Berenice already had the instincts of a consummate performer: she knew how to gradually suck her audience in and how to drive them crazy with her expert command of her action. Wisely, she had started her foot slapping at a slow pace, in the deafening silence of the Arena. At the beginning the only sound that could be heard in the entire stadium was the rhythmic noise of Berenice’s bare foot slapping the swollen and battered faces of the siblings. Slowly but steadily though Berenice increased the speed and the power of her footwork: the relentless back and forth swing of her leg started hypnotizing non only her ill-fated enemies but the entire stadium. Then after a few dozen slaps, Berenice increased the pace and the power of her lethal action of another notch. She started to underline each kick with breathy ‘Kiya!’ screams which sounded sexy and terrifying at the same time. Totally subjugated and submissively attuned with their young female torturer, the two siblings responded with unison muffled grunts of pain each time Berenice’s foot struck across their increasingly lacerated and gored faces, continuously making their heads violently swing to the left and then to the right. The entire scene was a sexy combination of perfectly coordinated kicking action, the supremely enticing and stimulating sound of a female bare foot dismantling male faces, and the totally diverging but naturally compenetrating sounds of female focus and determination and male agony and humiliation. The impact of that scene on the entire stadium was devastating albeit in very different ways which went hand in hand with the social status of the audience members.
From their squalid e triste terrace the Barbarians looked on in silence. They were petrified as they witnessed another crushing defeat of their sex: however, as they looked on to that display of Amazonian perfection and Barbarian worthlessness, their dicks couldn’t help but being permanently stiff in a dutiful and natural male homage to the ancestral and unquestionable power of the female bare foot which was being so perfectly channeled by Berenice with her deadly can-can kicking on the face of the two formerly fearsome man-beast siblings.
A
Symphony of Heartbreaking Climaxes
Throughout Berenice’s flawless performance, each one of the several thousand Barbarians in attendance was in a constant state of painfully hard erection which led to multiple touchless orgasms under their humble waist cloths. Obviously, their self-evident and embarrassingly visible male state of unrestrainable sexual excitement in the presence of yet another showcase of female barefoot power was exposing the Barbarians to the derision and the bullying of the Amazon guards, for the genuine entertainment of the entire female audience of the stadium who were watching the scenes from their comfortable luxury seats while male slaves groveled under their feet. Laughing, screaming, and exchanging complicit looks and smart Barbarian bashing one liners among themselves, the female guards would storm the terraces, literally flying among the men's uncomfortably and embarrassingly tight rows to sucker kick them between the legs from behind. At the risk of deadly punishment, the Barbarians were forced by Amazonian order to never divert their eyes from the centre of the Arena: Amazons wanted them to absorb and appreciate every detail of the massive amount of defeat, agony and humiliation that was being delivered to their ‘champions’ by the feet of the Amazonian warriors. Therefore, even if they sensed an Amazon coming behind their back, they couldn’t turn around to see what was happening, unless they wanted to be punished in exemplary ways by their female leaders: therefore the kicks from the guards would always come as excruciating surprises for them: the unlucky Barbarians who got kicked could only feel the thud between his legs and then look down to see the slender toes of an Amazon stick out from his groin…and then, with the typical cruel physiological delay with which genital pain is transmitted to the brain by the nervous system, a lightning bolt of excruciating pain would explode making them scream in agony for minutes while hot tears were running down their face and sperm and blood were shooting from of their dicks. Sometimes, the guards would sarcastically raise the men’s waistcloths up with their insteps or toes, just to expose and deride the erections and consequent ejaculations of the powerless Barbarians. Invariably their kicks would accelerate and amplify the orgasms of the men thus further reinforcing the already rock-solid connection in their slaves’ male brains between female barefoot punishment and sexual release. Fiercely competitive and incessantly eager to outdo each other in finding always new, funny, and creative ways to persecute, torture and humiliate men, the guards would compete among themselves to see which one of them would produce the farthest-reaching spray of sperm from the men they kicked. To achieve these long-range shots from the Barbarians, different Amazons had developed different techniques. Some girls liked to silently approach the men from behind and then, when the unsuspecting Barbarian had almost reached the orgasm by himself, they would deliver a sudden, super-powerful kick between the man’s legs, thus using the combined power of the barefoot strike and the pressure that had amassed inside the man’s balls to obtain a long range shot from the men’s stiffened penis. Other Amazons preferred to use a more slow-burning mixed technique which was equally if not more effective than the ‘sudden full power sudden kick’ one. Always approaching the man from behind, at first they would just stick a foot between the man’s legs and keep it there for several seconds: with their foot buried deep inside the victim’s groin the Amazons would then twist their ankle, extend and contract their toes, move their instep up and down a thus rudely stroking the genitals from below for minutes so that the torture/pleasure that the men were already going through as they were watching their peers being humiliated in the Arena, would quicky lead them beyond the point of no return, towards the most powerful orgasm that a man could express. Only then, the women would take their feet out of the man’s groin for a second or two for a cruel pause that was as painful as any kick for the men and then strike between their legs with a super powerful kick. In both techniques the women would keep their kicking foot between the man’s groin after the kicks, stroking and putting pressure on the genitalia from underneath with their hard instep and piercing toes to make sure that every single drop of sperm that had formed inside the now ruptured balls of their male victims would be shot out from their broken penises. A very popular variant of both techniques was the double kick one: this very advanced move was performed by kicking two barbarians simultaneously and making them shoot out at the same time. This technique required a very expert knowledge of male physiology and was performed by the most skilled Amazons. If an amazon wanted to hit two men with the fast-kicking technique she had to perform a jumping split kick hitting two men who were standing side by side with her insteps and toes. In the case of the slow burning version of the double kick, an Amazon would sit behind the two men, open her legs, stick one foot under one man’s genitalia and the other one under the other guy’s reproductive organs and proceed with her expert groin stroking from underneath to expertly lead the man on the verge of ejaculatory inevitability… At that point she would cruelly pause for a few seconds, letting the men hang there on threshold of the most powerful orgasm of their lives: Amazons knew that the Barbarians were so afraid of the excruciating punishment that sanctioned any public male orgasm which had not been approved by their female rulers that they would have never dared to come if the woman stroking them with their feet had taken a break from her climax inducing footwork. And so they hanged suspended, sweat running down their forehead, with their teeth comically clenched while they desperately tried to hold back and contain the explosive eruption of sperm that was building up inside of them. The Amazon sitting behind them expertly waited until the men couldn’t hold it anymore…and that’s when she allowed them relief by striking them both with a perfectly placed double kick which hit right under their balls and which was often accompanied by a resulted female ‘Kia!’ scream. The result was invariably a record breaking shot of sperm both in terms of abundance and range. Obviously, all these techniques often resulted in permanent damage to the Barbarians’ balls and, in several cases, the ejaculations that these men would experience on the terraces on those tournament days were the last ones of their short lives. Anyway, the end result of any of the techniques that the Amazons decided to adopt to the man come with their feet was that the men’s ejaculations would become authentic far reaching and long range sperm geysers (sometimes tinged with blood from the ruptures that the guards kick had just caused to their genitalia): the Amazon that made her man shoot the farthest reaching load of sperm was celebrated as the winner by her peers amongst laughs (obviously directed at the victims), high fives among the women and loud cheers of approval. Meanwhile, all these potent ejections of semen would spray on the shoulders, on the necks, and on the back of the heads of men who happened to stand in the rows just in front and below those who were being kicked, humiliating them too, in a domino effect of gross degradation which ran from the top of the terrace down to the very first row. Often times and in dangerous breach of Amazonian orders, as they heard the familiar sound of male genitalia being viciously kicked by bare female feet coming from the groin of the men positioned just behind them, Barbarians from the lower rows would make the fatal mistake to turn around to check what was happening in the line right above them: hilariously, they seemed to have a dumb talent for doing it right in time to receive a gush of sperm all over their faces from the painfully ejaculating man who was being kicked just behind them. Obviously, seeing the Barbarians going through these pathetic and degrading situations, made all the Amazons in attendance burst out in laughter: humiliating men with their bare feet was their favorite activity and the most entertaining and enjoyable pastime for them. Just for fun and out of excitement for what they were watching, the female warriors who were lounging in the luxurious Amazonian, women only, part of the stadium would merrily, enthusiastically, and energetically re-enact the funniest, goriest and most spectacular scenes that were happening both in the Arena and in the Barbarian terraces in real time. As sparring partners, they were using their own slaves or just anyone among the men serving in the terraces that had the misfortune of being in these women’s vicinity: obviously the consequences for these dudes were just as tragic as they were for the men dying in the Arena or being punished in the Barbarian terraces.
But there were even more funny consequences, from the Amazonian’s point of view, generating from these repeated male losers’ sperm fests which abounded during the Seasonal Tournaments...Having no other man on whom to ejaculate, the men on the first row would inevitably shoot their load on the ground in front of them and very often, especially when the ejaculator was being helped by a female foot kicking him between his legs, the shot would fly over the edge of the terrace to land into the Arena. These long-range shots had furtherly degrading consequences for the Barbarians because the Arena slaves had been instructed to amass the corpses of the men who had been killed in each fight right under the Barbarian Terrace. From the first fight of the morning until the last one-sided man slaughter of the evening, the male bodies would be put there, divided in piles, right under the eyes of the Barbarian audience: at the end of a highly spectacular demolition of her multiple male enemies, each amazonian warrior would receive the roaring applause of the crowd while standing barefoot and triumphant on a human pile made with the corpses of her opponents. Right after the victorious Amazon had received her well-earned celebration from the crowd and had descended from the podium made with the still warm bodies of her dead enemies, each pile of corpses was moved away from the centre of the Arena and placed under the edge of the Barbarian terrace until the end of the entire day of fights. It was another clever and fierce way in which the Amazonians wanted to torture the Barbarians, this time psychologically and emotionally: these formidable women wanted to make sure that, for the whole day, their male subjects were forced to have a very close view of the increasingly numerous mass of disfigured faces and horribly maimed bodies of their dearest ones, right after they had seen them being defeated, humiliated and killed under bare Amazonian feet. It was also a way to humiliate the male dead because, and this was the particularly funny detail that made the Amazons giggle uncontrollably, these already abhorrently mutilated corpses were inevitably sprayed with the ejaculations coming from the first rows of the Amazonian terraces. Even more degradingly, those standing in the first rows were always the closest relatives and friends of those who had been chosen to die in the Arena on that day: they occupied the rows closer to the Arena to support their dear ones during the fight or, much more realistically, to accompany them in their excruciating calvary as they were getting slaughtered by bare Amazon Kwon Do trained female feet. However, the power of the bare martial arts female foot was so overwhelming that no man could resist it, even if it implied ejaculating all over the corpses of close friends or relatives who had just been killed by those same almighty feet: that ultimate weapon of mass male destruction was crushing and breaking these men’s friendships and family ties, as well as their bones, bodies and souls. Some particularly sadistic Amazon warriors would program the effects of their final fatality kicks in order to made sure that their victims would exhale their last breath only after they had received this ultimate humiliation: nothing was more disheartening, degrading, and soul destroying for a defeated man than experiencing, as the last event of his life before falling into hades, the sight, the smell, the taste, and the feeling of his own relatives and friend ejaculating over him as he laid down dying in the men pile of shame and agony: and his dearest ones were climaxing for the female feet that put him there after defeating, mutilating and humiliating him in front of a huge audience. After all, He could not blame them, the dying soldier would think as death was taking him into its cold arms: he would have done the same. How could any man living under that gynarchic regime blame his friends and relatives for giving in to the sensual and absolute power of the bare female foot? Even the Barbarian fighters who died in the Arena were in such awe of those perfect instruments of female domination that they all came repeatedly as they were being put under every form of madness-inducing agony and degrading humiliation by their Amazonian opponents via their skilled and beautiful feet. These tragicomical, utterly degrading, and grotesque situations in which the Barbarians were constantly put into due to their own pathetic nature and the clever feistiness of their female rulers were an endless source of fun, jokes, laughs and amusement for the female guards and for the assembled Amazonian crowd.
After having been destroyed by the Amazons, the maimed bodies of the Barbarians were already smeared in a disgusting mix of their own blood and bodily fluids (including their own sperm) that the several mutilations and tortures that they had to endure had spilled from them. Obviously, the female juices that had leaked from the vaginas of the Amazons, since the women orgasmed repeatedly during the fights, were also part of this concoction which was smeared all over the losers’ mangles bodies: the final bukkake from their own relatives and friends and the derision of the winning women was the ultimate humiliation that these male losers had to endure before they were relegated into the pits of hell, where the degradation and the agony for them would continue forever in the afterlife. These would be the last memories of mortal life that were going to accompany any man who was defeated in the Arena in his trip to Hades…where further and eternal suffering and humiliation under female feet was already awaiting him. On earth too, the songs, the poems, the paintings, the sculptures and the written and oral tales that after each edition of the Seasonal Tournaments would be dedicated to the glory of women and to the infamy of men were going to make sure that the shame and degradation that these men had to go through would be remembered by all humans and passed on from generation to generation: nothing could redeem the reputation of these male losers who, after being defeated, humiliated and killed (and creamed on) by their female opponents were also exposed to the infamy of being sprayed by the cum of their friends and relatives who could not help paying homage to the bare feet that had just executed their dearest ones in such a creative, cruel, and merciless way. But the consequences of these deeply traumatising experiences were long lasting not only for those dead men, but also for all the surviving Barbarians who attended the Final Tournaments fights. During tournament days, all the men in attendance would ejaculate repeatedly and copiously, in tribute to the feet of the women who had destroyed their friends and relatives in the Arena, but those whose shots were enhanced by the kicks of the Amazon were particularly affected by the grotesque and humiliating situation: often times, the genitals of these men were fatally impaired by the kicks of the Amazons and the powerful and painful climaxes that these Barbarians experienced in the Arena were the very last ones of their life. Some of them died right there on the terraces - killed by the excruciating kick-induced pain, the mere power of the orgasm and by the overwhelming distress of having climaxed over the body of their dying son, brother, father or friend in front of thousands of people - but others managed to survive. For these survivors, the thought that they had the last – and most satisfying - orgasm of their life while their reproductive system was being destroyed by bare female feet and while they were ejaculating over the dying bodies of their dearest ones was particularly soul destroying, mentally traumatizing, and physically devastating…especially because they knew that they had been climaxing for the female bare feet that had just mutilated their genitals and defeated, maimed, humiliated and atrociously killed their closest friends and relatives. As a result, in the aftermath of each edition of Seasonal Arena Tournaments, many of these female foot—castrated relatives and friend of the dead male champions decided to take their own lives because they couldn’t overcome the deep physical and psychological trauma and the mental displacement that this experience had caused them. For all the surviving Barbarians whose genitals had been spared - or not permanently damaged – by the fury of the Amazonia feet, the most pathetically tragic, grotesque, and depression-inducing aspect of the aftermath of these experiences was the inescapable fact that all of them including, the friends and relatives who had ejaculated on their dearest ones as they were agonizing on the men-piles, couldn’t help but continue to masturbate for the rest of their lives just thinking about that horribly humiliating day, about the spectacularly flawless fighting performances by the Amazons and about the Amazon Kwon Do trained sexy bare feet of those formidable women who had slaughtered their friends, sons, fathers and brothers in the Arena under their merciless and silky female soles. The Amazons were not oblivious to the tragically devastating consequences of all the above for the Barbarians, on the contrary: directly and indirectly they were actively operating to cause, determine and trigger the distress and the desperation of their male opponents. With their superior female brains, they were perfectly aware of all the nuances of agony and of all the damaging consequences that they were delivering to their male subjects with their actions, way better than the men themselves. This is why it came so easy to them to play increasingly cruel, painful, and humiliating tricks on the men and to outperform them in any field of human activity. They did it causally, elegantly, and nonchalantly because vanquishing men came as natural as breathing to the Amazons. Those formidable warrior women had made sure that life in that Gynarchic society was aimed at making every moment, from the everyday chores to the very special occasion, as favourable, positive, and pleasant as possible for the Amazons and - at the same time - as humiliating, depressing and painful beyond any human conception for the Barbarians. This societal structure was so effortlessly enforced by the women on the men because it reflected the natural order of the universe as designed by the Goddesses. These women were simply and freely living their best lives and expressing their female nature at the top of their powers: all this inevitably and naturally coincided with the demise, the subjugation, and the suffering of the males. The Amazons knew it very well and they operated as custodians, sentinels and safekeepers of this natural state of things: they owed to the goddesses and to themselves to be cruel, merciless and ruthless towards men. After all, men were a lesser form of life, whose bodies, souls and psyche had been created just to be forever crushed under bare female soles so that females could stand triumphant over them: in fact, the evident limitations of their male subjects were an endless source of fun and entertainment for these feisty women. The Amazons were not responsible for the weaknesses of the male nature (the men had to blame their inferior male gods for those hindrances), and, on the grounds of their manifest superiority in every human endeavour, be it physical or intellectual, these formidable women were justified in taking advantage of those very manly handicaps to maintain their barefoot female command over the entire world.
Blood
and Sand
Despite the increasing moistness of her vagina and the rising waves of pleasure that were mounting inside of her as she was rhythmically flagging the humongous man beast twins with her foot, Berenice did not want to let her second orgasm of the day explode yet. This it was not because she was afraid of losing control of her relentless kicking action, on the contrary! Unlike men, Amazons were perfectly capable of fighting while they were in the middle of a powerful orgasm: on several occasions, during the Great War of the Sexes and in other confrontations too, individual Amazons had singlehandedly slaughtered entire armies of men while they were experiencing delicious and powerful orgasms. In fact, hitting men with their bare feet while they were coming only increased the Amazons’ levels of pleasure: waves of sexual excitement were transmitted through the ultrasensitive skin of theses women’s bare soles, toes and insteps directly to their vaginas, their brains and to every part of their outstanding athletic bodes: in a perfect combination devised by the Goddesses themselves, these explosive orgasms gave extra female energy to the already devastating kicks which these women inflicted to their Barbarian enemies. While they were orgasming, the Amazons became even more effective in their favourite activity: killing men. These potent climaxes made them even deadlier: true man-slaughtering barefoot berserkers of almost supernatural powers.
However, knowing that as an Amazon she was perfectly able to hold back her climax and to control the tide of her pleasure, the young Berenice chose to wait. She wanted to her orgasm to reach boiling point in order to unleash it only in the exact moment when she was delivering the final fatality kick to the twins. In this way she would reach two goals: experiencing an even more explosive orgasms for her own pleasure and channeling all her female climax energy into her final kick to make it even more man-shattering and devastating for the disgrace of her enemies. On the terraces, the Amazons in attendance followed along with the progressing stages of the Torment of the one thousand kicks too: they empathized with Berenice and helped her throughout her incredible feat by mirroring her energy and channeling powerful vibrations towards her, in a collective ritual which conjured immense male-destroying barefoot female energy. In the first part both them and the Barbarian crowd, watched the proceedings in respectful and admiring silence for the creative and perfect mechanism of destruction that Berenice was unloading on her enemies. The atmosphere was suspended and attentive, so much that the only sounds in the huge Arena were the perfect paced booming smacks of Berenice’s instep against her enemies faces metronomically followed by satisfyingly loud slapping noises when her leg was coming back towards her and she struck the cheeks and the temples of the two men with her bare sole. The noise of her merciless kicking was mixed with the muffled moans of pain of her victims responding in perfect timing: although at very opposite ends in terms of victory and defeat, Berenice and the two siblings were locked together in a relentless rhythm, thus creating a perfectly paced choreography of barefoot female martial arts punishment designed to dismantles the brutish males’ faces. In the second part though Berenice started to accompany her footwork with breathy ‘Kiaas’: her voicing inspired the Amazonian crowd to clap and count along with each kick thus joining the rhythm of destruction that Berenice had created with her unstoppable and hypnotizing action. By the third phase of the Torment, the Amazons started cheering loudly. They all stood up from their seats, remarking each kick that Berenice landed on the twins with barefoot stomps on the bodies of the male slaves on which they were trampling: the women were dancing to the beat of Berenice’s demolition of her enemies, using their male slaves as flesh and blood dance pads. By the fourth part of the Torment, Berenice’s hypnotizing kicking had sent the entire Amazonian sector of the stadium into a savage female orgasmic frenzy: every woman in attendance started orgasming as she stomped her feet all over their male slaves. Caught in a trance-like state, many Amazonian fighters were dancing over the bodies of two male slaves simultaneously, casually and mercilessly mangling them in the process. Many women also started mimicking what Berenice was doing right down in the middle of the Arena: lying on one side on her luxury seat, each woman ordered her two male slaves to kneel in from of them. Then they started to flag them with back-and-forth barefoot slap kicks, joining Berenice in her rhythmic beat of destruction. Being very competitive, Amazons sitting side by side were trying to outdo each other and even Berenice herself - by inflicting relentless, fast paced, and extremely vicious series of face kicks to their doomed slaves. Looking at the Amazonian terraces from a distance, it was a sight to behold to watch all those slender, beautiful, smooth, and athletic female legs swing back and forth in such a devastatingly perfect unison: it looked like a scene from one of those classic Hollywood aquatic musical films. Taking a closer look, it was equally amazing - but also terrifying - to see the lower parts of the legs of these fierce women move with the pace of pendulums and the effectiveness of a whip, mercilessly flagging and increasingly goring the faces of the men kneeling in front of them. Transfixed by their own merciless footwork all over the faces of their slaves, very soon the Amazons who were imitating Berenice started climaxing too…and, despite the severity of the punishment that their masters were unleashing on them, so did their male slaves, fatally tormented but also inevitably excited by such an impressive showcase of barefoot female kicking prowess! Each time a slave died under the bare soles of a dancing Amazon, the woman rudely kicked him away from under her feet, annoyed by his slave’s weakness. At the same time, she would wave her hand or simply glance and nod her head to the hypervigilant male servants who constantly monitored the ceremony from the corridors next to each row. The slaves would hurriedly remove the battered corpse and immediately, another male slave would lie down on the floor, face up under the Amazon's bare feet, so that she could continue her lethal dance without being discouraged or stopped. The same was true for the slaves who were incessantly kicked on the terraces. Each time one of them was unable to get back on his knees after being knocked out they were hastily and seamlessly replaced by other slaves that allowed the Amazons to continue their devastating footwork without missing a kick.
Very soon rivers of female cum and male blood started to run down the marble covered floors of the Amazonian terraces just to flow into the channels that had been created - precisely for these recurring situations - by the Amazonian engineers: this mix of bodily fluids and parts would disperse down in the huge and complex sewers of the Arena, where hundreds of male slaves were constantly working in a hot, sticky an insalubrious climate. Differently from the extremely dangerous (for men) but more aesthetically and climatically pleasing upper levels were slaves were cooking food, preparing treats and generally providing comfort (or acting as kick target or footslaves) to their female rulers, these underground tunnels felt like proper hellish cauldrons, the belly of the beast, where hundreds of men were incessantly working in terrifying conditions: they were operating machinery, opening gates, escorting doomed male prisoners from their lairs into the arena, disposing of their corpses and washing blood and gore from surfaces. They were constantly making sure that the spectacle of the extermination of other men just like them would go on flawlessly and relentlessly for the Amazons’ glory and entertainment. These men moved frantically like the souls of the damned in Dante’s inferno who were atoning for the capital sin of being born male in a world dominated by barefoot women skilled in martial arts.
Like it often happened during tournaments, on that day the continuous flow of blood, male semen, disembodied male parts, and female vaginal fluids that flowed down into the sewers was so abundant that even the slaves working on the lowest levels of the stadium's deep and labyrinthine underground passages realized, even without seeing anything of what was happening above their heads, that a veritable extermination of males was taking place above them... Today, fate had spared these workers buried in the deep belly of the arena, but none of them could say they were safe, just like no man under that gynarchic regime. They all knew only too well that it was only a matter of time: soon, each of them would meet a violent, atrocious, and humiliating death under the beautiful bare feet of an Amazon warrior.
Indeed, very few slaves which had been deployed as kick fodder for the Amazons in the terraces survived the collective manslaughter that Berenice had kickstarted on that afternoon. As proof of this, several new mass graves were dug around the Arena that day, next to the existing ones, to hastily and unceremoniously bury the hundreds of nameless male slaves who died on the terraces due to the enthusiasm that Berenice's performance had sparked in the Amazons in attendance.
Splitting
the Twins
Amongst
those who were certainly destined to be buried in the mass graves behind the
Arena there were the two siblings on whose heads and faces Berenice had been
unleashing a veritable hailstorm of back-and-forth slap kicks named the Torment
of the one Thousand kicks.
She
had almost finished and her kicking leg, shiny with perfumed oils and her own
sweat, was shining like a blade under the afternoon sun.
When
she got to kick 999 Berenice took a brief pause, the first one since she had
started delivering the Torment of the one thousand kicks. She unloaded the
instep kick on the twins but then, before calling her leg back to complete her
devastating movement, she took a pause. She looked at her two enemies and
smirked while her foot hung threateningly suspended in midair…the twin
sheepishly waited with resignation mixed with terror in their now almost blank
eye sockets knowing that there was nothing that they could do and that only
pain and more pain was going to come their way on that fateful afternoon.
Then,
after that dramatic pause, Berenice let out a savage kiai and delivered one
last, incredibly powerful sweeping slap kick with her bare sole. The slapping
sound that her sole produced when it struck the faces of her enemies was so
loud, clear and almost terrifying. For many in the audience, both male and
female, that final kick, so loaded with pre-shoot tension, unlocked another
irresistible orgasm: a climax which also celebrated the successful completion
of the Torment of the 1000 Kicks. The sound alone of Berenice’s sole hitting
against the cheeks of her doomed enemies would have been enough for anyone to
reach an instant orgasm, let alone the sight of her perfect foot powering
through the almost de-fleshed faces of her dying enemies.
The
power of Berenice’s kick number one thousand was such that the two huge men,
now nothing more than breathing zombies were swept away sideways. Their massive
bodies rolled on the floor until they lied side by side, identical in death as
they had been in life.
Then
Berenice stood up, once again trampling with both feet on the chest of the
siblings’ dead father. The entire Stadium tributed her another thundering
applause: the dead man beneath her soles was a giant but the only giant in the
arena was now this athletic oriental martial arts girl. Berenice was standing
legs akimbo, her hands on her hips. From that authoritative and dominating
position she spoke to her moribund enemies
‘Stand
up losers and kneel at my feet for one last time during your passage on this
earth. Rejoice though! In a few minutes you will join your dead father and you
all the men which I have sent to hades with these feet: all together you will
all worship my feet and jerk off to them, as a sign of your appreciation for
what they have done to you. Moreover, you will forever endure my kicks because
you will be the footslaves for a eternity in the afterworld.’
Now
completely enslaved and controlled by Berenice, the two dying men started
towards her again, albeit with great difficulty and very slowly.
When
they reached the same spot in which they had been receiving the Torment of 1000
kicks they laboriously got to their knees. That’s when Berenice shot one leg up
and grabbed her ankle in a perfect standing split. She was balancing in that
position effortlessly: her leg perfectly perpendicular to the chest of the man
she was standing on while the sole of her foot was looking up so that her heel
was threateningly hanging over the mangled heads of her enemies. She was a
sight to behold: the warm afternoon sun was making her oiled and now slightly
sweaty semi-naked body shine, giving her Asian naturally tanned skin tone an
almost glossy aura. In simple words she looked like a Goddess ready to impose
her deadly punishment over two ugly male mortals.
And
just like a goddess, she spoke to her defeated enemies with calm and authority.
‘Are
you ready to die my slaves? Are you ready to receive my bare heel deep inside
of you?’ she said
The
two men nodded respectfully and replied among broken teeth, exploded lips and
fractured jaws: ‘Yeff sfffuperior one, we are ready’
Berenice
continued: ‘Are you grateful for what I have done to your father
and to you?’
The
two men nodded again: ‘Yes, superior one,
thank you for extinguishing our bloodline with your bare feet!’
‘Good!’ replied Berenice with a satisfied smirk: she had managed to reprogram
these men, turning them from violent misogynist heathens into convinced
supporters of female superiority.
‘Now
tell me – she continued in a calm but commanding tone
- who wants to go first between you? Who wants to see
his brother die in front of his eyes, just before I kill him too?’
This
last salacious question from the oriental spitfire left the two men baffled and
surprised.
They
did not know what to reply.
Seeing
that she had fooled her dumb male enemies again, Berenice laughed, always
keeping her ultra flexible stance.
‘Don’t
worry about it. I know this is too difficult a decision for two male dumbheads
like yourself’ – she said then continued ‘As per usual, it takes a woman to make the best
decision for men…and the best decision for any man is always death by and under
bare female feet!’
‘Yes
mistress, thank you mistress!’ the twins replied
sheepishly, now completely convinced of the absolute supremacy of the female
gender over their dumb male condition.
Then,
in yet another showcase of incredible flexibility, Berenice brought her
standing split leg forwards, extended both her arms and grabbed the ankle of
the leg with both hands: she cusped the heel of the leg she had up in the air
with the palm of one of her hands. Her
body looked like an arrow as she stood in that incredibly flexible pose,
providing another showcase of elasticity, balance and strength. Now the sun was
behind her back: to the two men who were trembling and kneeling in front of
them could only see her darkened silhouette, elegant, sexy and lethal as she
was looming over them. To them Berenice was a goddess, a true angel of death
that was now ready to put them out of their misery when she decided to fall
down on them with her deadly bare heel.
Berenice
closed her eyes and started pivoting on the foot that was trampling on the dead
father’s chest. Amidst the amused and surprised looks of the Amazonian audience
and the equally surprised, increasingly terrified, and totally depressed (but
still sexually aroused) looks of the Barbarians gathered there, the oriental
athlete started spinning around like a statuette on carillon, her perfect body
shining in the sun as her muscles darted under her soft skin. She made it look
so easy but, in the final stage of her systematic demolition of her male
enemies, Berenice was once again showing sideral levels of balance,
flexibility…and humorous creativity as well! With her eyes closed, her leg
perfectly perpendicular to the floor and her lips extended in a serendipitous
smile, she spun around on the dead Barbarian’s huge chest, pivoting around the
foot that she the young Eastern female fighter started humming playfully:
‘The first piggy to go will beee…will beee….’
Her
eyes were closed but on the sly she could appreciate how each time her leg
passed above the head of one of the two twins, the men were shivering
uncontrollably: the terror of her enemies made her smile. Berenice’s feet had
already taken them beyond any conceivable threshold of pain and, precisely because
of that, they knew that there was no end to the agony that the feet of her
female opponent could unleash on them: they were terrified and completely in
awe of what she had in store for them and for very good reasons. That foot,
that tremendous bare female foot that was hanging over them was their sword of
Damocles which would inevitably fall on their heads…but the moment of their
death depended exclusively on the capriciousness of a young girl who had proven
to be an infinitely superior fighter and person than them! What a fitting death
for two former male brutes!
Now,
as a final humiliation, Berenice was playing Russian Roulette with her already
defeated, mutilated and degrades male enemies…with her body being the revolving
cylinder, her leg as the barrel of the gun and her lethal bare heel replacing
the bullet!
The
female audience started humming her childlike melody too, adding to the cruel,
deadly prank which Berenice was playing on her enemies. Then after a few
terribly frightening (if you were a man) or terribly amusing seconds, she
stopped her spinning movement in front of her enemies: her eyes always closed
as she loomed over them with her leg up in the air and her heel cusped into her
hand.
‘It
will bee…’ she playfully half sang to increase the
tension and the entire stadium waited in perfect silence, enthralled by what
was about to happen.
‘It
will beeee…’- she whispered while the men under her where
shaking with pure terror
‘…YOU!’ she finally screamed as she opened her arms and let herself fall with
her leg extended towards the head of the man who was kneeling on her right.
‘NOOOOOO!’ the man screamed as he saw Berenice’s heel falling towards his skull
from the blue sky above him. He closed his eyes, expecting the devastating
impact of the foot to end his life gruesomely.
But
Berenice was not over yet making fun of the siblings, not even when she was
delivering the final blow to them: at the last second, she changed the angle of
the foot which was trampling on the dead father’s chest. That made the
direction of her cascading axe kick change slightly but decisively to the point
that her heel impacted right on the skull of the sibling who was kneeling on
the left instead, splitting it in two perfect halves and killing him
immediately as Berenice foot ran through his head from the fontanelle down to
his neck. The funny thing though was that Berenices’ change of aim was so fast,
skillful and surprising that the man on the left did not even have the time to
scream or utter anything as Berenice’s foot was opening his skull in two. It
was the man on the right who, tricked by Berenice body feint, ridiculously
screamed in horror thinking that Berenice’s heel was inevitably falling on his
already mangled and deformed head. Instead, it was his brother kneeling beside
him that received the fatal blow. The man’s pure scream of terror and his
shocked reaction to the unexpected realization that he was still alive made the
entire female side of the Arena laugh in derision. Once again, a woman managed
to make her own barefoot execution of male enemies a cause for mockery of the
pathetic barbarians and an occasion for hysterical fun for the Amazons at the
expense of the losers. Amazon-caused Barbarian tragedies were an endless source
of glory, excitement and ultimately fun for these formidable women. Berenice
had to laugh too when he saw that her prank on her enemies had been another
success. Now she was suspended in the air in a horizontal leg split: with the
toes and the instep of one foot she was leaning on the edge of the dead Male
beast father’s chest.
On
the other end of her split, the heel of her foot was digging into the dead
man’s neck while her toes were elegantly pointed up and forward: despite being
dead he was still on his knees, kept in that position by the same foot that had
split his head open. With her typical flexibility and elegance, she was
effortlessly and gracefully keeping that acrobatic position as the crowd gave
her another excited standing ovation. She raised her arms in the air to respond
to the tribute she was receiving from her peers.
Her
heel and foot had been running through the Male beast’s head like a knife
through butter, splitting his head into two perfectly divided parts. The two
halves of the man’s former head were now reclining on his left and right
shoulders, exposing the insides of his skull to the assembled audience. It
almost looked like a surgical body section exhibit except that it had been
obtained through young female Amazon Kwon Do Feet and not with the aid of
advanced medical technology. The point of impact of Berenice’s bare heel was
the fontanelle, the softest spot right on top of her enemy’s skull: breaking in
from there, her foot ran down through the entire head of her enemy, splitting
his jaw and chin muscles into two perfect and symmetrical halves.
This
surgical precision was the result of Berenice’s long and patient footwork of
that day. Hers was a patient preparation for this finale: a methodical
reconfiguration of her enemies’ bodies, minds and heads, which had started way
before the Supplice of the One Thousand kicks. Since the beginning of her
one-sided fight with the men beasts, the young oriental had been relentlessly targeting
her opponents’ faces and heads with her bare feet, destroying every single
facial bone and tenderizing their skulls with an infinite barrage frighteningly
powerful and surgically precise kicks delivered with every single part of her
pretty and lethal size 8s. Kick after kick, she had caused them hundreds of
micro and macro fractures: a pattern of methodical and complete destruction
which no surgeon could dream to ever try to fix. Now at the end of the Torment
of the One Thousand kicks the heads of her enemies were tenderized and
mollified plumps of tissue, shattered bone and flesh, ready to be smashed under
her heels just like ripe pumpkins under the farmer’s hoe.
The
Power of Female Amazon Kwon Do Orgasm
In
her suspended split position Berenice could feel waves of pleasure mounting
inside of her. From her foot which was heel deep inside her enemy’s neck she
However, she did not want to let herself go just yet. She had another Barbarian to kill before the oriental fighter could abandon herself to a well-deserved Amazonian orgasm: for now, she still needed that bottled up energy to finish her masterpiece performance. She looked at the only Barbarian left alive: he was shaking and crying for the death of his brother and for the physical and psychological torture that Berenice was putting him through for what was now more than an hour and ha half. Berenice smiled at him. Then in yet another feat of flexibility, balance and agility she recalled the leg whose foot was resting on the dead father’s chest and stood up with her legs straight and together and her bare feet planted on the neck of the sibling she had just executed so perfectly: expertly managed by Berenice’s skill, the corpse of the sibling was still on his knees, supporting Berenices’s full weight now. Berenice pivoted for 45 degrees with her feet inside the man’s massive neck. Now she was facing towards the other sibling: by now the doomed man was beyond terrified
Turn
towards me! – she ordered him. The terrified man duly complied
Now
he was kneeling right in front of Berenice while she was standing with both
feet inside the neck of his beheaded brother.
‘Look
at me!’ – Berenice told him in a calm and commanding
tone – ‘Your imminent death is about to give me both my
greatest glory moment and my most potent orgasm. You should be
really proud of that.
Despite
his desperate condition, the man beast managed to stutter a reply: I
am proud, superior one. Thank you for the privilege of dying by and under your
perfect bare feet.
So
be it! - Berenice replied sternly. Then the Oriental female master assumed a
vertical standing split position once again by shooting her right leg up. As
she did that her left foot dug in the dead man’s neck, looking of balance: the
feeling of her bare sole digging in the still warm insides of her enemy sent
her one more step closer to her climax. As she raised her leg she felt the
evening breeze caress her totally moist and overstimulated vagina, only thinly
covered by a layer of cotton: that gentle tickling sensation brought her even
closer to her climax.
It
was clear to Berenice that the moment of transferring the energy of her female
orgasm to her feet had come. She raised both arms up in the air: knowing that
the grand finale of that incredible performance was about to go down, the
entire stadium held its breath. Berenice’s vagina started dripping bodily
fluids which were running down her leg to stream inside the neck of the man on
which she was standing. Ancient oriental meditation techniques were helping her
concentrating all the energy of her orgasm in the foot which was about to come
down on the Barbarians head.
Berenice gave her victim one last look: the once proud man beast was now beyond terrified but also resigned to his destiny. He knew that her superior female opponent was gathering all her female orgasm power so that she could unleash it on him through her foot. Berenice waited another few seconds, focusing on her inner energy and channeling into her bare foot. Then she felt the volcanic eruption of pleasure growing inside of her and concentrating in her foot up in the air. Suddenly her ankle twisted as it often happens to women when they are reaching their climax: now her heel was perfectly aimed. That’s when she let out an unusually deep voiced ‘Kiaaaa!’ and let herself fall down on her enemy, heel first.
Berenice was just taking advantage of a perfect system devised by the Goddesses to seamlessly harmonise and integrate female biology with the pleasure of killing men by bare feet. Indeed, as soon as her foot touched the top of her enemy’s skull Berenice’s felt the most incredible pleasure ever. She let herself go, finally unleashing the full power of her orgasm within herself and unloading it all against her enemy. While her foot was descending through the barbarian’s head, her vagina was spraying liquids which were getting mixed with blood, sperm, body parts and other gore coming from the devastated bodies of her enemies. All these secretions had formed in a puddle on the Arenas’s sand, right under Berenice and her victims. This time though her all-destroying bare heel did not stop at the neck. Pushed by the power of her orgasm, her bare foot split the Barbarians skull open…and then it continued its devastating run through his neck and then further down all the way through his chest and groin. Powering through bones and internal organs, Berenice’s foot did not stop until she separated the entire body of the huge barbarian into two halves! Finally, after it ran through the man’s whole body, her foot touched the wet sand under his - now split apart - groin. Simultaneously the two halves of the man’s corpse fell to the side. Berenice was now covered in blood, panting and shaken with the waves of the most powerful orgasm of her young life crashing inside of her. Just like with the execution of the previous twin, she was still in a leg split position albeit slightly inclined towards the ground this time: the instep and the toes of her left foot were still resting inside the neck of the first sibling while her other leg was pointing down and her foot was now stepping on the Arena’s sand.
Faced
with such an incredible performance, the entire stadium held its breath for a
minute then it inevitably erupted in a huge collective orgasm (from both the
female and male sides) and an extra long and super thunderous standing ovation
(only from the female side though, while the men threw their heads down in
desperation). Soaked in blood, Berenice looked around and smiled. She was happy
and exhilarated, taking in that inebriating moment of glory: she threw her arms
in the air causing another standing ovation from the over excited Amazonian
crowd.
Her bare feet were still sending waves of pleasure to her pulsating vagina when something caught her attention. Male sighs and sobs were coming from one corner of the venue. That’s when Berenice remembered a detail that, in her perfect plan, she had incredibly forgotten: there was a fourth Barbarian man beast in the Arena and he was still alive…
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