The Final Tournament Pt. 8: The Queen's Speech
A Tale of Female Martial Arts Supremacy by Kicked72
An Unexpected Mistake
Berenice could not believe that she, a true perfectionist when it came to Amazon Kwon-Do and killing men with her feet, could have made such a banal mistake, especially in that momentous occasion: in her typical style she had been meticulous to the point of obsessiveness in her preparation of that performance, going over every detail again and again for months before that crucial day. In the final moments of her flawless showcase, the young oriental fighter kept asking herself, how could she have forgotten that she still had to deal with another Barbarian, the last member of the motley crew of four Barbarian men-beasts that had been deployed against her? That only went to show that, albeit being a wondrous men-destroying machine, Berenice was human too: indeed, even if she was extremely good at controlling her feelings, the weight that such an event as her debut in the Arena, a true life-changing event for any Amazon, had played a funny trick on her. Those were the thoughts that went through her head after the first moments of shock which followed the realization that there was another Man Beast in the Arena and that he was still alive, albeit crippled, disabled and terrified to the point of insanity. Shaking with fear, agony and despair, the humungous Barbarian had watched the entire grand finale of Berenice’s masterful performance against the siblings and their father while cowering with his back against the Arena wall: pathetically trying to hide in plain sight despite his giant size, he crawled to a point that was as far away as possible from where Berenice was enchanting the crowd with her mind-blowing demolition of his fellow tribesmen. He had crept there after Berenice’s unbelievable helicopter kick had sent all four men flying and then crashing on the ground. Like a wounded animal nesting after a disastrous fight with a stronger predator, he curled into a ball spying on the action and trembling with horror for what was happening to the other man-beasts and for what he knew was going to happen to him as soon as Berenice had finished with them. Obviously, he could not help ejaculating repeatedly watching the athletic oriental beauty was demolishing his cousin and his uncle with her lethal and shapely bare feet. Secretly - and delusionally – he was hoping that no one would notice his presence while his female foe was capturing the attention of the entire crowd on her spectacular execution of his fellow tribesmen. For a while his pathetic plan almost worked as everybody’s attentions was focused on the supremely stylized butchering by feet of the twins and their father that Berenice was performing in the centre of the Arena. As a result, this huge Barbarian coward managed to make several thousand people forget about his presence for an hour or more…but nothing and no one, especially if of the male gender, escapes the fury of an Amazon’s for too long, as he was about to learn very soon…
The Art of Submission
When she realized that there was one more Barbarian to kill, Berenice was still in a split position between the carcasses of the siblings she had just so creatively executed. Her left foot was stuck into the neck of the kneeling body of the first twin she killed, in between of the two parts of the male beast’s head which were now reclining on his left and right shoulders. Berenice’s right foot was deep into a puddle of blood and gore on the Arena’s sand, between the two perfectly split halves of the second twin’s body which she had just severed in two by using her foot as the sharpest and deadliest Samurai sword. All around the Arena, painters and sculptors were already feverishly laying down drafts of that incredible scene for the artwork they were going to create in celebration of that event: these artists were male slaves trained in the figurative arts whose sole task was to celebrate the exploits of their mistresses, who were engaged daily in the creative barefoot destruction of barbarians. Obviously, each of their works had to be submitted to the judgment of their Amazonian patrons before it could be exhibited. And just as obviously, unimaginable punishments based on Amazon Kwon Do awaited the authors of works that were not considered worthy of the exploits of the Amazonian warriors. The frescoes, paintings, and sculptures that passed the Amazons' scrutiny were then displayed in every corner of the Capital city and everywhere around the Amazonian empire - from the Arena to the cities’ main squares, from the luxury governmental palaces to the Amazon Kwon Do schools, along the main roads and in the temples of the Goddesses - further immortalizing the Amazons' endless string of triumphs over their eternally defeated male adversaries. Male slaves were also tasked with keeping records, writing epic poems, songs, and odes celebrating the Amazons' victories over the Barbarians: in this case too, the works were first submitted to the scrutiny of a very strict Amazonian commission, clearly all female, and always ready to severely punish these male artists if they were deemed unable to correctly celebrate the performances of these wonderful martial artists with their efforts. The works that passed the Amazonian commission's rigorous scrutiny were then disseminated throughout the Empire: they ended up in history books, inspired works of art, were quoted in public speeches, performed on theater stages, sung at parties, and became part of popular folklore for both the Amazons and the Barbarians, albeit from very different point of view. Such was the fate of men in that gynarchic society: not only did they live crushed under the bare feet of the women who had defeated them and killed millions of their male counterparts, but they also had to put their talents at the service of the perpetual celebration of these ruthless female rulers. On the other hand, thanks to the countless defeats suffered by the Barbarians at the hands of these formidable women, many of these men had become convinced of the undeniable absolute superiority of the Amazons over them: therefore their task of celebrating these women with their artwork came absolutely naturally to them, even if it was accompanied by the bitter taste of the awareness of their own inferiority as men and the painful and memory of the thousand defeats suffered and the tragedies endured at the hands of the Amazons and their invincible bare feet. After all this was the other purpose of their artwork, besides glorifying the Amazons: this overwhelming production of artwork was there to remind all men on earth of all the humiliating, degrading and devastating defeats they had to suffer against these women. All resistance male was hopeless and pathetic: Amazons rules and they ruled by their bare feet! Obviously, in the next few days, also Berenice’s incredible debut in the Seasonal Tournaments was going to be celebrated with countless artworks all over the Empire: the exhilarating feeling that the repeated standing ovations she was getting in the Arena that afternoon was going to last for a long, long time. Caught between the last waves of her thunderous and lethal (for the man) Amazonian orgasm and the exhilarating roars of the celebrations she was receiving Berenice was finally relaxing, after an entire afternoon of razor-sharp focus finalized at demolishing. Thus, realizing that her work was not over yet and that she had made a slight mistake in her outstanding performance was rather sobering, at least momentarily. She wanted her Arena debut to go down in history as flawless and perfect, in the tradition of the great Amazonian warriors: this minor dent in her performance though could easily jeopardize the most important moment of her young but already very promising career as a slayer of Barbarians. Certainly not one to be discouraged by a minor accident, Berenice initially cursed herself for her negligence but then, with her unbeatable spirit, the young oriental fighter decided to play up to the situation and pretend that everything, including that little oversight with the fourth Barbarian had been carefully scripted. Always the entertainer, she opened her arms, with the palms of her hands facing upwards, and shrugged her shoulders: she looked at the audience as if to say ‘Oops, shit happens!’. The entire female side of the Arena laughed with their heroine, amused by her cute reaction to that slight oversight in an otherwise perfect performance. Seeing the sympathetic reaction of the audience Berenice sighted with relief within herself: despite her mistake she still had the audience in the palm of her hand. It could be even argued that her little lapse generated a wave of empathy for that young girl fighter that was taking on such a challenging undertaking as making her debut in the capital's arena on the occasion of the Seasonal Tournament. Relieved and ready to make the execution of the last man beast another spectacular showcase of her Amazon Kwon Do talent and skill, Berenice switched from her split position between the kneeling carcasses of the twins to a standing position. As a result, the mutilated carcasses fell down to her left and to her right without Berenice even glancing at them: now she was focused on the remaining man beasts and her mind started concocting endless creative ways of making the last moments of this Barbarian’s life as excructiating as humanly possible anticipating such scenarios Berenice smiled and, looking like a panther confidently approaching an already injured prey, she started walking slowly towards the only breathing man-beast left in the Arena. Behind her fine shoulders, a squad of male slaves rushed to the centre of the Arena to fetch the corpses and the severed body parts of the twins: they put them on top of the huge corpse of their father to prepare the man-pile for Berenice’s triumph. In a matter of minutes, whatever was going to be left of the body of the last man-beast was also going to be added to the man pile i. e. the fierce and gory altar made with the mutilated corpses of the men whom had been slaughtered in the Arena fights by each Amazon during her performance. Very soon Berenice was going to stand on top of that altar made of dead male flesh, her bare feet trampling the corpses of her defeated enemies, to receive the final homage from the Arena’s crowd and to inflict one further humiliation to her opponents and to the entire male sex.
The Belly of the Arena
As Berenice was slowly and sensually walking towards him, the only surviving male beast was crying in panic and shaking with fear. Berenice’s well-oiled skin was shining in the sun as she approached her last victim with a confident smile on her face. The mere sight of her feet getting closer and closer to him with every step was making him go insane with fear. This time that formidable female fighter was coming for his life and his life only. Berenice smirked at the visible distress of this formerly cruel assassin who was now terrified by her sexy feet. The man-beast’s panic was perfectly justified though: not only Berenice had already kicked him to within an inch of his life, but from his corner he had just watched this young woman exterminate 3 of the most ultra-violent, fierce and notorious men he knew, in the most excruciating and creative way…and she did it using no other weapon but her deadly feet.
As she approached him, Berenice started talking to him in a calm, sensual but threatening tone: ‘Hey big boy what are you doing over there? Do you really think you can escape the fury and the skill of my Amazon Kwon Do feet by sitting in a corner?’
The remaining man beast was the youngest of the squad that had been deployed against Berenice. He must have been only a couple of years older than Berenice who was just 18 at the time of her arena debut. Severely injured, crippled and battered by all the kicks that Berenice had rained on him up to that point and terrified out of his wits by the very real possibility of being subjected to the same treatment that the young Amazon had just inflicted on her fellow sufferers the man started pleading for his life.
As Berenice was drawing closer and closer to him he started pleading for his life. Beatrice had kicked almost all his teeth out of his mouth; her feet had fractured the man beast’s jaws in dozens of pieces; her kicks made his lips split open and swell like tires. All this damage made his already incomprehensible and broken man beast drawl nothing more than a pathetic whiny noise: ‘Pleeezzz. Pleeezzz Amazon too strong! Kicks are too powerful! Bare feet are almighty! Please forgive! Me become slave, me foot slave of Amazon for life. Mercy on me, pleeezzzz….’
As he spoke he could not divert his bleeding eyes from Berenice’s pretty bare feet which were taking his Amazonian nemesis closer to him with each step. The immense power of those female Amazon Kwon do feet filled him with awe, terror, and sexual arousement.
As she inexorably approached her victim one slow, sensual step after another, Berenice replied to his hopeless pleas ‘What is it that you are saying? You want mercy now? You want to be my slave? Well you already are in case you haven’t noticed and with regard to mercy…No, no, no big boy: the work that my feet have started must be completed. Today I will accomplish two goals: I will write my name in history by killing you and your little family there, and I will erase you from history by extinguishing your beastly lineage with my bare feet’
Berenice was sarcastic but she meant serious business. Grossed out by the animalesque nature of her enemies, the highly civilized female martial artist was very determined to extinguish the beastly lineage of these horrible male specimen on that day in the arena, under her young, bare oriental Amazon soles.
‘You are the last one left of your kind and by the time I am finished with you are going to be nothing but distant memory of a bygone male barbaric era…but first I am going to make you suffer. For the grand finale of my performance, I must exceed what I have just done to your peers here so get ready to be on the receiving end of some of the most fierce and spectacular Amazon Kwo Do footwork ever’
Berenice had planned everything out down to each little detail for her debut performance and so fare everything had gone amazingly well. Now that slight overlook represented by the fourth Man Beas was forcing her to think and perform another spectacular execution impromptu: trained to improvise under the most extreme pressure she wasn’t worried about that in trhe slightest. She was confident that she was going come up with yet another impressive and creative barefoot killing. However, she was still thinking about it and that is why she was taking her time in her walk from the centre of the arena to where her enemy was sitting. She took her time for dramatic purposes of course but also to give her some seconds for thinking her new improvised execution choreography.
Furtherly terrified by Berenice’s determined words and hearing that his pleas for her mercy had not yielded any results (on the contrary!). the man-beast literally went crazy with fear. He started convulsing, crying and shaking uncontrollably. The entire stadium was laughing at him, mocking the fear of a giant male monster for a comparatively petite female fighter. However, when he was almost within the range of Berenice’s unstoppable legs, the man made one final desperate attempt to save his life. While he twisted and turned with fear, he realized that his back was resting again one of the gates of the labyrinthic tunnel system which ran all around and underneath the stadium. There actually was a whole city built under the terraces and under the Arena’s floor: those were the bowels of the stadium, whose darkness, dirtiness, and density contrasted with the brightness, cleanliness (despite all the gore that was being spilled during the fight and on the terraces), and the openness of the side of Themyscira’s majestic Stadium that were frequented by the public. This hidden side of the colossal stadium was meant to be invisible to the eyes of the public but within these dimly lighted, sweaty and hot premises, everything that was necessary for the success of the spectacles in the Arena was being meticulously prepared. This intricate web of tunnels, corridors, dungeons, and drainage channels was barely lit by torches and, only at its upper level, by that little sunlight that filtered from the Arena’s colossal arches. The place looked and felt like a round of Dante’s inferno where thousands of male slaves were like the souls of the damned whose eternal punishment consisted in working incessantly under the severe control of stunningly beautiful she-devils i. e. the merciless Amazonian guards: with their hard work these slaves ensured that the spectacle of death that was going on the Arena’s sand proceeded smoothly and seamlessly. The Arena was a huge and shining stage for Female Martial Arts glory and male shame but in order to function it needed this dark, gloomy, and dirty interior which was dripping with sweat, blood, fire, and (male) pain. Just like anywhere else in the Amazonian Empire, here men suffered inescapably, either as hard working and very disposable slaves or as doomed adversaries of female warriors who were immensely superior to them in the art of fighting. These dark rooms housed the dungeons where the Amazons’ opponents were held until it was time to lead them into the Arena for the tournament’s combat. And it was through those same tunnels that their disfigured and mutilated corpses were then carried back, bound for one of the nameless mass graves reserved for men that surrounded the Arena, immediately after the barefoot Amazons had kicked them to an agonizing and humiliating death and stood over them in triumph.
A Desperate Attempt
The Man-Beast knew about this obscure side of the Arena very well: in the days prior to the fight, him and his peers had been escorted in chains inside the deepest bowels of the stadium. When they reached the lowest stages of that gloomy underground city, the four men beasts had been pushed into into a giant pit, closed by huge barred trapdoors. For safety reasons, the largest and most feral male creatures were kept in such places, down in the deepest recesses of that dark labyrinth. In there, they waited for a few days until it was time for them to be thrown in the Arena where they met their tragic destiny: to be slaughtered with no mercy by female Amazon Kwon Do feet which belonged to young warrior girls who, just like Berenice, were eager to show their fighting prowess to their assembled peers. The Man Beast also knew that somehow those tunnels were a way out. Some of them were leading outside the arena, towards freedom, or at least towards a place which was as far away as possible from Berenice’s tremendous bare feet! With terror in his eyes - and incessantly ejaculating dick - he had just witnessed the excruciating executions of his relatives: knowing that now Berenice wanted to outdo herself in order to leave her audience with a finale that was even more spectacular than what they had seen so far, the male beast’s survival instinct was urging him to find a way out from that terrifying destiny. He was certainly aroused by her but he was also utterly terrified of the agony that she was going to inflict him with her pretty but lethal bare feet. While Berenice was still walking towards him with a wicked smile her lips, the young male beast stood up and turned around. With all the strength and the speed that he could muster in his severely compromised physical state, he grabbed the iron bars of the gate and pulled towards him, screaming with fear and panic.
Pulling with all the brute strength he had, the beast-man found himself holding the enormous gate in his hands. Before him, the escape route from that seemingly inescapable fate lay dark , obscure but open. The young barbarian sprinted right into the tunnel at full speed, pushing aside the male slaves who tried to block his path. When they saw the beast-man vanish into the tunnel, both Berenice and the entire audience in the Arena were shocked. No man who had ever faced an Amazon in battle had ever managed to leave the Arena on his own two feet! Even the Barbarians could hardly believe their eyes. Once the initial surprise had passed, however, Berenice, suddenly left all alone in the Arena and deprived of her intended victim, turned to the audience with a smile that was somewhere between astonishment and amusement. She shrugged her shoulders and spread her arms as if to say, ‘What an absurd situation?’. The entire female audience burst into laughter: every Amazon present that day knew that, despite the twist having left everyone speechless, that desperate attempt to escape wouldn’t take the Beast Man very far and certainly wouldn’t save him from a fate that was already sealed.
Pushing aside the male slaves who were standing at the tunnel entrance and desperately trying to block his path was child’s play for the beast-man: at last, he could face a bunch of men instead of an athletic young woman perfectly skilled in Amazon Kwon Do kicking techniques like the formidable Berenice. It was incredible how defeating a group of men was child’s play for him compared to the impossible challenge posed by the lethal feet of any single Amazon in the kingdom. This fact alone underscored the sheer magnitude of female superiority over their barbarian opponents. During his escape, however, the young beast-man had no time for such reflections. All he could think about as he crossed the darkness of the tunnel was running as fast as possible away from Berenice’s bare feet. The thought of those feet and what they were capable of made him tremble and excited him at the same time. So much so that even during his race toward possible freedom, he couldn’t help but touch his erect penis, which immediately exploded in yet another orgasm dedicated to the feet of the stunningly beautiful woman who had just kicked him to within an inch of his life and had just brutally exterminated his family in front of his eyes in such a creative and spectacular fashion. But even while he was coming and shooting his wad against the walls of the tunnel, the man beast kept on running for his life. He nervously followed the twists and turns of that long dark passage: he took left and right turns with one arm stretched out in front of him to guide him in the darkness and to prevent him from bumping into corners. His mad hope was that he would find a way out of the Stadium’s intricate bowels. He had gone from the heat and the blazing light of the center of the arena to the damp darkness of that narrow passageway, which might, however, lead him him freedom or perhaps merely prolong his life. He did not know what may await him if he managed to find his way out. Again, all these thoughts didn’t matter to him in that moment; what counted was to have escaped the wrath of Berenice’s feet at least for a while…
A Light at the End of the Tunnel?
In the meantime, Berenice was still standing in the middle of the stadium surrounded by thousands of their peers. She had her eyes closed in meditation while the evening sun shone on her perfect body and its rays reflected on her well-oiled tanned skin. All the women seemed to wait quietly for something to happen. Their patient attitude was puzzling the Barbarians that, from their terrace were following the proceedings with great. They were watching the events unfold with bated breath. The successful escape from the Arena by a member of their own kind (even if he was a beast-man) would have set a truly unprecedented precedent in the history of the barbarians’ subjugation to the Amazons and their deadly feet. No one could say what consequences that escape might have had if it had succeeded, but it would certainly have been an unprecedented event. That is why the Barbarians were following the events with great trepidation. What puzzled them, however, was the calmness with which the Amazons were facing this unprecedented situation. The amazons waited with a confidence that was built on decades and decades of flawless female victories against their hopeless male adversaries. Relying on the historically proven stupidity of men, the women knew that this foolish race was destined to end very badly for the beast-man... just like all male illusions which in that rigidly gynarchic world, were all doomed to be crushed beneath the bare soles of an Amazon warrior’s feet….
The beast man had been breathlessly running in darkness for a couple of minutes now when he started seeing what seemed like a glimmer of light at the end of a long, straight passage right in front of him. This gave him hope that perhaps he had found the right way out of that dark, hellish labyrinth. The young man-beast let out a scream of excitement and ran even faster toward that white and rosy light he could glimpse in the distance.What gave him hope was the fact that he seemed to be getting closer to the white light at an incredible speed! That sensation invigorated him, pushing him to run, faster and faster, towards that beam of rosy light: he did not know what was waiting for him under that sunlight just outside the tunnel, but he was ready to face it. Anything was better than the clinical, devastating fury of Berenice’s oriental feet! So the beat man ran and ran towards what he thought was the light at the end of the tunnel: he ran carrying with him the hopes of the entire male gender of escaping just for once to the otherwise inevitable tragic destiny of succumbing under the bare feet of a female fighter…a fate that awaited all men who lived on earth during the Amazonian era!
The beast man had been breathlessly running in darkness for a couple of minutes now when he started seeing what seemed like a glimmer of light at the end of a long, straight passage right in front of him. This gave him hope that perhaps he had found the right way out of that dark, hellish labyrinth. The young man-beast let out a scream of excitement and ran even faster toward that white and rosy light he could glimpse in the distance.What gave him hope was the fact that he seemed to be getting closer to the white light at an incredible speed! That sensation invigorated him, pushing him to run, faster and faster, towards that beam of rosy light: he did not know what was waiting for him under that sunlight just outside the tunnel, but he was ready to face it. Anything was better than the clinical, devastating fury of Berenice’s oriental feet! So the beat man ran and ran towards what he thought was the light at the end of the tunnel: he ran carrying with him the hopes of the entire male gender of escaping just for once to the otherwise inevitable tragic destiny of succumbing under the bare feet of a female fighter…a fate that awaited all men who lived on earth during the Amazonian era!
As he saw that beam of light getting closer, the Man Beast felt a liberating scream rise within him. While he ran excitedly toward what might perhaps be his freedom, the young beast-man let the scream burst from his mouth with renewed force—a mouth that had been battered by the countless kicks delivered by Berenice’s bare feet. However, while he was screaming, he started doubting that what he was running towards may not be what he originally thought: actually, it felt like that supposed beam of light was moving, coming towards him at a much higher pace than he was running to it. With panic, the man suddenly realized saw at the end of the tunnel was not a light: what he was running into and was flying towards him were actually two rosy bare female soles, size 10.
Enter Freya, AKA The Northern Face Flattener
Freya, also known as the Northern Face Flattener, was a veteran Amazon who looked very much like Swedish actress Brigitte Nielsen in her 80s prime. Short haired, blonde, and statuesque, the 185 cm tall Freya was famous for her tendency to flatten the faces of men under her beautiful, slender, big, and powerful feet. Her signature technique, with which she ended every confrontation she had with her male opponents, was a flying double kick to the face delivered with such power that it cancelled the face features of any Barbarian that had the misfortune of being on the receiving end of it. The power and skill of her double kick completely and immediately flattened her enemies’ faces, making them totally anonymous and unrecognizable to anyone. Once she had knocked out her enemies with that tremendous double kick, Freya followed it with a move that forever left her signature on the faces of her doomed male opponent. While her adversary was moribund on the floor, lying on his back with his face looking up, Freya would jump on his face with both feet: she would keep that position for a few seconds enjoying the incomparable sexual pleasure that the feeling of her enemy’s face sinking back inside his head under her bare soles gave her. This feeling, sent out to every part of her body by the pores in the sensitive skin of her bare feet, always rewarded Freya with thunderous Amazonian orgasms. Moreover, the glimmer of desperation from the terrified eyes of her enemies that she could see through the space between her toes while she was driving their faces inside their heads under her soles, exponentially heightened Freya’s sexual pleasure in those moments. This Northern Valkyirie would strike powerful victory poses as her vaginal fluids were running down her legs and streamed freely all over her enemies’ faces and bodies. Sometimes she performed this technique over two enemies at once, with one bare foot crushing the face of one man and the other obliterating the facial feature a second one.
This signature fatality technique made Freya stand out among Amazon warriors: with this final trample, not only she killed these men in the most humiliating way, but she actually engraved her footprints all over their faces. Normally Amazons ‘just’ tattooed their footprints on their broken enemies’ faces with the final trample that ended every victorious fight against Barbarians. Freya went beyond that: first she completely erased her enemies’ face features with the double kick and then she engraved her footprints inside their heads with her lethal final trample. With typical female intelligence, since the beginning of her one-sided, in her favour, confrontations with her male enemies, she always made sure to ‘prepare’ their faces for this final treatment. During the entire fight she mollified and tenderized the Barbarians’ facial bones with an endless barrage of kicks: in this way, by the time she decided to blast them with her double kick plus trample technique, the faces of Freya’s enemies were soft like wet cement or clay. They were ready to be molded into nothingness by Freya’s portentous flying double kick. But that was just the first part of the process in which the artist Freya had just merely prepared the canvas on which she was going to carve her permanent footwork. In fact she followed that face nullifying kick her signature trample: by jumping on and standing over her enemies’ erased and flattened faces with her full weight, she made their facial bone structure give in and, as a result, Freya’s bare feet descended inside their heads for a few centimeters, leaving a perfect carving of the shape of her soles and toes. For her, Barbarian faces were like those plaques in that Hollywood boardwalk were stars leave the prints of their hands: instead of fresh concrete, Freya liked to ingrain her soles and toes into the face of each Barbarian she killed in battle, to cancel the feeble and pathetic male identity of her enemies and substituted it with a powerful and permanent mark of undisputable female superiority: her own bare footprints. These already underachieving Barbarians became less than nothing under Freya bare feet: just other nameless, faceless men who died under Freya’s almighty and merciless bare soles. Actually, by erasing their ugly barbarian face features and substituting them with her beautiful footprints she was doing these men a favour: obviously her footprints were much better looking than any Barbarian’s face! However, her eneimie had to pay the highest price, their own lives, for the luxury of this Amazon Kwon Do style aesthetic surgery service curtesy of Freya, the Northern Face Flattener…
During the Great War of the Sexes, Freya’s man killing talents did not go unnoticed: thousands of Barbarians met their humiliating death under her perfect Northern feet. Dozens communal graves were filled with nameless barbarian corpses made unrecognizable by Freya’s feature destroying double kick. Nobody knew to whom these faceless male corpses used to belong to but one thing was for sure: they had all been killed by Freya as the footprints carved on what was formerly their face unmistakably proved. This is why the Amazonian Queen herself asked Freya to move to Themyscira to become one of her most trusted warriors. Very soon her abilities earned her the position of main responsible and director of Themyscira’s main Arena. During the tournaments it was her responsibility to guarantee that everything went according to the schedule and programs.
As befitted her role and rank, during that day of combat in the arena, Freya sat in a luxurious seat beside the queen’s magnificent throne, enjoying the spectacle for which she was largely responsible. Faced with the unexpected incident of the beast-man’s escape, she did not lose her composure, demonstrating the typical self-control and cool-headedness that characterized the Amazons of the North. However, the gravity of the event compelled her to intervene directly. No man had ever managed to escape the Arena during a final tournament fight: if the beast-man’s escape were to succeed, she would be held personally responsible by her queen and her spotless reputation would be intolerably dented. Freya, esteemed by all the Amazons of the kingdom for her unfailing professionalism in her role as director of the Arena, knew she had to remedy the situation promptly and convincingly. Without waiting for any signal from her Queen, she rose from her seat and made her way to the other end of the tunnel into which the beast-man had slipped during his mad attempt to escape. It was not difficult for her to identify the path the man would have taken in his attempt to find a way out: Freya knew every nook and cranny of the Arena like the back of her hand and had even designed and supervised modifications and renovations of various parts of that structure on multiple occasions, including the labyrinth of tunnels, cells, and channels that wound through its bowels.
Taking Care of Business
Freya knew that she could have asked any Amazon among her guards to stop the Man-Beast’s foolish run: even a fourteen years old girl in her first years of Amazon Kwon Do was perfectly capable to destroy that stupid male and send him back to the Arena’s killing ground with a barrage of kicks. However, in her role as director of the Arena and the person responsible for ensuring the smooth running of the Seasonal Tournaments, Freya felt the need to personally address that situation: she wanted to prove to her queen that she could trust her, that Freya the Northern Face Flattener did not need to rely on others to resolve any problems and that her majesty’s decision to entrust her with the management of the Arena had been the right and proper one. As she walked to the tunnel, she sent out the order to all the Amazonian guards patrolling the insides of the Arena to do nothing to halt the big man’s desperate run. She wanted to take care of this issue by herself. When she reached the other end of the tunnel, just outside the Arena’s external wall, she could see all her guards gathered there with an inquisitive look on their faces. From the depth of that tunnel the heavy footsteps of the Man Beast and his ugly screams could be heard, getting louder every second as the man approached the exit. Even if they respected Freya’s orders, the guards were impatient: they were waiting for a single word from Freya to intervene and put that stupid attempt at fleeing from the Arena to an end. Freya turned to her guards and said, “Leave this to me!” Then Freya started walking calmly right into the tunnel in the direction of those ungodly screams and heavy footsteps: as she walked in, she started running into the darkness of the tunnel until her guards lost sight of her.
Many moons had passed since Freya had performed her last face flattening double kick on a Barbarian: just like any Amazon, Freya crushed male faces, bodies and lives under her feet on a daily, when not hourly, basis. However there had not been occasions in the recent past in which she needed to execute her signature technique. In this case too, she knew that she did not need to retort to that highly complex technique to solve that situation. A couple of well-placed push kicks form her mighty feet would have been more than enough to send that big man flying back into the Arena to meet Berenice and the excruciating eastern foot tortures that the debuting fighter had devised for him. However, it was in the spirit of the Final Tournaments, and in pure Amazonian style, to turn the solution of a security issue into another, highly spectacular part of the show. After all, the Amazons had gathered there to be entertained at the highest expense possible for their male barbarians: Freya, the director of the Seasonal Tournaments and a former Arena champion herself, felt compelled to help entertain that very demanding audience even in that situation. This is why when she felt that she was getting at the right distance from the running man, she decided to perform her famous signature move to stop his foolish attempt. And so Freya took off, once again taking advantage of her incredible capability of jumping and keeping her body suspended in the air and parallel to the ground for yards so that her joined legs could extend outwards. This allowed her to strike her enemy’s face squarely with the soles of both her feet. She flew with her body turned on one side so that the first impact was with her feet inclined at 90 degrees on the face of her enemy. The devastating impact of her double flying kick caused her opponent's face to shatter but the action of Freya's feet certainly didn't stop there! Immediately after the impact, with her body still in flight, the Nordic Amazon performed a powerful 180-degree clockwise twist of her hips which caused the joined soles of her bare feet to swipe across the face of her opponent. In this devastating 180-degrees hip twist, the soles of Freya’s bare feet acted like a trowel smoothing out a pile of fresh concrete, thereby erasing her male opponent’s facial features forever. Needless to say, the power of Freya’s kick sent her foe soaring, propelled into the air with the Amazon’s bare soles firmly planted against his face. As the propulsion of her jump decreased and she felt that it was time to land, Freya pushed her enemy’s face away with her feet so as to separate his flight from her own: thus the statuesque Amazon, despite her considerable height, executed a graceful backward somersault in mid-air that allowed her to land elegantly on her feet with the grace of a gymnast, while her opponent’s now faceless body crashed heavily to the ground. It was a masterful remarkable technique and Freya was ready to perform it agains for the entertainment of her Amazonian peers.
When the Man beast fully realised that he had completely misunderstood the nature of the thing he was running into, his yells of liberation turned into a scream of pure terror, but it was way too late…His awkward enthusiasm and gigantic frame made it impossible for him to stop his clumsy charge in time; the impact with the much-feared flying bare feet of Freya, the Northern Face Flattener, was inevitable. The Man-Beasts already broken face slammed into the soles of Freya’s bare feet as she flew toward him: she was seeking precisely that devastating impact and as per usual she obtained the expected results. ‘Nuoooooooo!!!!’ screamed the man milliseconds before the impact: as soon as Freya’s feet stuck his face though his scream was muffled though and then he went silent. The soles of the Amazon covered the entirety of his mouth and nose. Then, with a swiping movement, those size ten soles went 180 degrees across his face thus sending the man in a state of semi unconsciosness inducted by the agony of having his facial features completely erased by bare Amazonian feet.
Moreover, the man-beast’s forward momentum had been completely reversed. The impact of Freya’s double face kick made him take off: his booted feet left the ground and now he was flying backwards at full speed. Freya’s feet had sent him flying into the air and now with the soles of the flying amazon still firmly stuck all over his face he was going all the way back to where he came from: it was almost as if Freya’s body was a reactor which had intercepted his run and now was stuck into the man’s face making him fly all the way back along the tunnel, towards the Arena from which he had just escaped from.
As she was making him fly back along the entire length of the tunnel, the airborne Freya talked to the man beneath her bare soles in sarcastic terms:
‘Yes, moron, my feet are sending you flying right back to your tragic fate! Your persecutrix Berenice is waiting for you in the arena and her feet are itching from her desire to . Don’t you know that it’s rude to desert a young lady, especially on the day of her Seasonal Tournament debut? But I guess that you Man beasts from the mountains don’t know manners, do you?’
Obviously, Freya’s words were met with silence from the Man-Beast, due to the Northern Amazon’s soles attached to his face and to his forthcoming entrance into a semi-comatose state
This did not prevent Freya’s from delivering some more vocal humiliation to the man beneath her feet
‘It’s definitely a good thing that we Amazons have basically extinguished your bloodline under our bare feet: so, fly back to your extinction, you degenerate piece of male trash!’
Freya’s Flying Delivery
In the middle of the Arena, everyone was silent now, waiting for something to happen. Berenice had sat down on top of the man pile that the male slaves had built with the horribly mutilated and maimed corpses The escape of the Man beats was delaying the moment of her first Arena triumph when, as of the post-fight ritual, she was going to stand barefoot ton top of the amassed corpses of her male opponents to take in the final roaring tribute of the audience. Luckily, her fight was the last one of that day, therefore she was not delaying the performances of other Amazons. The Amazonian audience was patient too because they hated when a day of barefoot violence against men was coming to an end and they always wanted the Tournament to last a little bit longer. Moreover, all the Amazons knew that the Man-Beast’s escape was inevitably going to fail: the only thing that everyone was curious about was the way in which the Amazonian guards were going to repel that foolish attempt and punish the unruly Barbarian. The Barbarians in attendance had the same certainty too, having experienced endless defeats at the hands – or we should say ‘at the feet’ – of their superior female foes. However, several minutes had already passed since the only surving beast-man had suddenly slipped into that dark tunnel, vanishing from everyone’s sight and interrupting Berenice’s stellar performance right at its peak. People were beginning to wonder what was going on and why the usually quick-to-act Amazon guard was taking so long to subdue a clumsy beast-man who was already half-dead from Berenice’s kicks. This is also why, when—preceded by a whistle like that of a jet—the beast-man was spat back into the arena from the very tunnel he had escaped from, everyone greeted the scene with a roar (well in the case of the Barbarians it was rather a gasp of terror and surprise). The roar soon turned into an enthusiastic ovation when everyone saw that the enormous man was being pushed through the air by Freya the Northern Face Flattener. She was in full flying kick mode, her feet attached to the face of the man and pushing him like two jet engines, while her statuesque body was elegantly suspended in mid-air: she was lying on her side, as if her athletic body were resting on a cushion of air, while she propelled the Barbarian at full speed by keeping his face entirely buried beneath her slender Nordic feet. The two had flown the entire length of the tunnel in that incredible formation and now they had emerged into the sunlit Arena, for the wonder of everyone in attendance. In all its striking originality and for all the supernatural skill that Freya’s flying kick was showcasing, the scene reflected a common contrast in that society between Amazonian beauty, agility, and strength and Barbarian hopelessness, weakness and ugliness. The man was reduced to a semi-unconscious state by the impact of those two bare female feet on what was formerly his ugly man-beast face. Freya’s flying feet were carrying him back to the place that was rightfully his—the center of the Arena—where his humiliating fate as a man was to be fulfilled with no escape, for such was the will of those Olympian goddesses from whom Freya was a direct descendant. Berenice was sitting on top of the men-pile, her fine chin resting in her hand, patiently waiting for her last victim of the day to be delivered back to her when, to her initial surprise, the beast-man was suddenly hurled out of the tunnel back into the Arena. His formless mass of a body looked a meteorite being propelled at full speed by an interstellar explosion: but propelling that meteorite were actually the feet of a real Wonder Woman! With her feet planted against the man’s face and cruising through the air like a rocket there was, in fact, Freya, one of the strongest and most admired Amazons in the entire Ginarchic Empire. At the beginning, everyone was taken by surprise by the sudden action but as soon as they realized what was going on, all the Amazons on the terraces stood up to tribute Freya’s spectacular and unexpected appearance in the Area with the jubilation it deserved! Even the Queen benevolently shook her beautiful head, pleasantly surprised by Freya’s creative capture and delivery of the fugitive Man Beast. When they had reached the middle of the Arena, where Berenice and the men pile were located, Freya removed her feet from the face of the huge man: as a result, his big body hanged suspended in the air while Freya executed her trademark backflip, landing gracefully on the Arena’s sand like a gymnast at the end of a 10/10 exercise. As soon as Freya’s feet touched the ground and Freya saluted the crowd, the man’s body fell down too. However, the male beast touched the arena’s sand in a much more awkward way than his female opponent, crashing to the ground as heavily as a blood-soaked sack of potatoes.
Berenice Meets Her Childhood Heroine
Berenice was absolutely astonished when she saw that her momentarily fugitive enemy was being delivered back to her in such a spectacular way and by no other than by Freya, the legendary Northern Face Flattener,
The tales of Freya’s amazing exploits were extremely popular throughout the Amazonian Empire, which at the time stretched across the entire earth. From childhood, Berenice had grown up with the legend of Freya, one of the Amazons who were direct descendants of the Olympian goddesses. This made Freya a demigoddess, a female Hercules, adored by all the Amazons and, of course, feared by all the Barbarians. Her divine nature allowed her to perform feats even more impressive than the already remarkable ones that “ordinary” Amazons were capable of. Among these was the ability to fly hundreds of meters when she launched her dreaded double kicks at her enemies’ faces, dragging the unfortunate men along with her through the air, their faces destined to vanish to make way for the imprints of the divine bare feet of this destroyer of men. Entering the Arena that day, Berenice felt extremely honored to be able to perform before the eyes of the Queen and so many legendary Amazons, among whom Freya herself stood out. Now, however, that the Nordic Face Flattener had actually intervened in person during her performance—and in such a spectacular way—Berenice could no longer contain her enthusiasm. Joining the crowd in a roaring tribute to Freya, she too had to stand up: like a child meeting her heroine, she started jumping up and down on the amassed corpses of her enemies, clapping her hands in excitement. Freya nodded at her and gave her a wink, as she bowed to the crowd which was giving her a thunderous standing ovation. Then Then, when the roar of the crowd died down, Freya turned to her young admirer: “Here is the missing piece of the mosaic of your triumph, valiant young warrior. And if you wish to mark it with the imprint of your bare feet, know that its face is now nothing but soft clay to be trampled upon.”
Freya’s words shifted Berenice’s attention—which, from the moment the Nordic Amazon had burst into the arena, had been fixed solely on her heroine—to her dying opponent, the former fugitive. Indeed, his face—which Berenice had already demolished with a barrage of kicks—had been further flattened by the passage of Freya’s feet: now it was nothing more than a semi-solid mass of flesh and blood, a shapeless lump waiting only to be marked for eternity by the feet of the Amazon warrior who had defeated that now faceless brute.
Berenice could not believe her ears: the great Freya was offering her to put her footprints over a face that she had flattened! How generous of Freya not to steal the spotlight from her and to let the newcomer Berenice have the honor of finishing off the last of her enemies, leaving on his face the seal—the imprint of the soles of her feet! In the eyes of the young fighter, all this only further increased the admiration she had felt for the Nordic Amazon since childhood. Freya was proving to be the heroine she had always admired, and not just for her skill in crushing men’s faces under the soles of her feet, but for her nobility of spirit.
Resolute and courageous, yet never disrespectful toward an Amazon with a longer history than her own, Berenice responded to Freya’s proposal with these words: “Your proposal, O divine Freya, is a testament to your nobility and generosity; however, I can only accept it if you do me the honor of joining the imprints of your feet with mine upon the face of this filthy barbarian.” You handed him back to me after I had defeated him along with his filthy cohorts, and you have as much right to stamp your mark on his face as I do. And besides, it would be an immense honor for me to be able to say that the great Freya, the Nordic Face Flattener, stepped into the arena with me during my debut in the seasonal tournaments!” Freya listened to Berenice’s words, amazed by the wisdom of this young fighter who had first impressed her with her kicks and now struck her with her wisdom.
Then the Nordic Face Flattener looked at the flattened mass that had once been the beast-man’s face and judged it to be spacious enough for his own footprints and those of Berenice too. She smiled and nodded at the oriental beauty who was standing on the man pile. ‘And so be it, young warrior, let’s have it your way. After all this is your party, isn’t it?’ replied Freya with a smile: her voice was loud enough that the entire stadium heard it loud and clear. The audience responded with a roar of appreciation for what they were about to see: one legendary amazon heroine and a very promising young fighter perform the grand finale of an entire day of seasonal tournaments fights together! Themyscira’s grand arena was really a theatre of wonders.
With an effortless jump Freya reached the top of pile made with the corpses of Berenice’s enemies of that glorious afternoon. Berenice was waiting for her, emotional and excited for what she was about to do in the company of her childhood heroine. Standing in front of each other, the eyes of these two formidable women. Freya noticed the emotion in Berenice’s eyes and gave her a reassuring look. ‘Don’t worry kid, this is going to be great!
Comforted by Freya’s words Berenice’s found her tranquility again
‘Are you ready?’ Freya said with a calm but powerful tone
Berenice nodded with determination in reply
‘Let’s do it then!’
In perfect coordination, the two women jumped in the air, always facing each other. They did not talk about the choreography of their jump, they did not have to: Amazons could communicate telepathically and both Freya and Berenice were flawlessly connected in their action. They both executed a cartwheel in the air in parallel formation, joined their legs and then started falling down, feet first, towards the huge head of the comatose man beast who was lying on the floor with his former face looking up. As a result, Freya and Berenice landed on the man’s flattened face, trampling it simultaneouly with their feet. The two women were both standing on the Beast-mans' facial surface, facing each other as the back of the man’s head sank several centimeters into the arena’s sand under the weight of their bodies, a weight which was amplified by gravity's pull and the kinetic energy of their double jump. At the same moment, both women felt the man’s skin, flesh, and bones give way beneath their feet like fresh clay. Completely indifferent to the agony of man who was breathing his last breaths beneath the soles of their feet, the two women gazed intensely into each other’s eyes: while they trampled on the man's face Freya was looking intensely into Berenice's pitch black pupils, while the oriental spitfire was lost into the Northern Face Flattener ice-blue irises. Under their feet, a man was dying atrociously but for them he was just an expandable form of life which was born to serve female pleasure, glory, and power by living and dying under Amazonian feet. After a few seconds, they exchanged a smile of understanding, satisfaction, and awareness as the imprints of the soles and toes of their bare feet were being engraved into what had once been the beast-man’s face. Needless to say, both women experienced a thunderous orgasm as they felt the Beast Man exhale his last breath through the pores of the bare soles of their feet. Their vaginal liquids were streaming down their legs on to the former face of the Beast Man: down there the vaginal liquids mixed together creating little puddles on the battered and bruised skin of the man's facial surface. Always looking intensely into each other's eyes, the two women were taken over by the waves of orgasmic pleasure rising from under their feet and spreading through their entire bodies. After a few minutes, inspired by the energy of their own female pleasure, in a perfectly choreographed move, Berenice and Freya both raised their arms and then leaped into the air, performing backward somersaults in opposite directions. When they landed, they bowed to the audience, who only then was released from the suspense of that cathartic moment and erupted into an explosive ovation for these two incredible champions. All the women on the terraces accompanied their cheering with their own orgasms. On the other side of the terraces, all the Barbarians experienced touchless ejaculations for such a display of female superiority, despite the humiliating and dramatic demise of their champion. Only at that point, Berenice and Freya looked at the result of their spectacular and devastating move. The beast-man’s skull had sunk several centimeters into the arena’s sand. On what had once been his ugly, masculine face were four graceful bare female footprints. Freya’s size 10 footprints started with her heels at what had once been the beast-man’s forehead and extended with her toes to where his nose had once been, and Berenice's, which, on the other hand, started where his chin had been (with the heels) and ended with her toes carved above a slit that corresponded to what was once the man beast’s mouth.
It was a masterpiece of male destruction by bare female feet that would inspire thousands of paintings, sculptures, poems and needless to say other Amazons that all over the gynarchic empire immediately took at enthusiastically replicating that incredible punishment on their own male slaves.
While the Amazonian crowd continued to cheer for the two formidable Amazons and the Barbarians looked on the scene with a mixture of dread, sexual excitement and despair, Freya turned to Berenice: “My job here is done, kid. Enjoy your triumph!” And with a couple of incredible leaps that only a demigod like her could perform, Freya leaped from the center of the arena to the royal box to resume her place beside the queen. As she sat down and rested her feet on the faces of her male slaves for the day, Freya received a nod of approval from her queen, to which she responded by bowing her head in respect. Freya looked down to Berenice who had followed her ascension back to the royal box with a mixture of admiration and genuine gratefulness. She nodded to her while the male slaves aboriously retrieved the body of the last man-beast to place it atop the man-pile. Once the pile of Berenice’s male enemies’ corpses was complete, the young Eastern woman leaped to the top with her usual agility to receive the final ovation for her incredible debut performance in the Arena. What a momentous day for young Berenice! Not only she had debuted in the Seasonal Tournament of Themyscira in the most spectacular way but she even managed to perform with Freya, her childhood heroine! No Amazon could have dreamed for a more incredible first performance in front of her Queen and all her peers in the empire's most largest and most prestigious stadium! The sun over the Arena was finally setting, but the glory of Berenice, Freya, and the Amazon Empire would continue to shine unceasingly, blinding the eternally defeated Barbarians with its splendor for hundreds and hundreds of years to come...
Back to the Present day…
The memories of her legendary Arena debut flashed in her head like a movie while Berenice was flying over rows and rows of kowtowing Barbarians, heading feet first towards the only man in the portion of the terraces that she was assigned to patrol who had been too slow, dazed and overwhelmed by the situation to fall down on his knees immediately when the Amazon Queen made her appearance in the Royal Box to salute and address the audience. In honor of her heroine Freya the Northern Face Flattener, Berenice had perfected her own, pole assisted way of flattening the faces of Barbarians with her feet: she had exterminated thousands of them in that ultimately humiliating way, and this earned her the battle name of ‘The Oriental Face Flattener’ or ‘the Asian Face Flattener’. Of course, for Berenice, being regarded as her continent’s equivalent of one of her favorite Amazon heroines was a source of great pride and satisfaction. Even during that final edition of the seasonal tournaments—just as she had during Berenice’s debut in the Arena—Freya sat to the queen’s right and watched with satisfaction as everything unfolded. And on that day as well, even though her duty of guarding the barbarian terraces couldn’t compare to the honor of being the star of the arena, Berenice was particularly determined not to disappoint her peers gathered there, her queen, and, of course, her mentor Freya: her double kick and the way she left her footprints on that unfortunate barbarian’s face had to be perfect once again—worthy of Freya and of the immaculate reputation that Berenice herself had earned by following in her heroine’s footsteps.
When the man realized that he was the only one still standing in the presence of the queen and that because of that punishment was certainly coming his way by the feet of the Amazonian Guard it was way too late for him to avoid his fare. He turned around in panic just to expose and offer his face to the double feet attack that was flying down on him from the blue sky above the Arena. He could oly appreciate the sight of two pretty Amazonian bare soles obscuring the sun as they were coming down from the sky and aiming straight at his face at full speed. For a second, the shadows of Berenice soles and toes were projected onto his face, foreshadowing what, in a few moments, will be the final appearance of his features. It was a preview of the appearance the man will take with him to Hades, where everyone will know he was killed by Berenice simply by looking at the footprints forever engrained on what was formerly his face. Then, everything went total black for the Barbarian. Berenice’s joined soles blasted the man’s face with incredible power and precision. She descended on her target in a flying double side kick position: therefore, on impact, her size 8 feet were positioned at a 45 degrees angle over the face of the man, striking the area from his lips to his eyes and breaking everything in their way. With Berenice’s feet stuck in the man’s face, the Amazon and the Barbarian took off up in the air, at first tracing an upward arc and then, once the force of Berenice’s double flying kick had propelled them well beyond the edge of the barbarians’ terrace, beginning to descend toward the Arena. At the peak of their ascending arc though, Berenice executed a powerful twist of her hips in mid-air, causing her feet to rotate 45 degrees against the man’s face. As a result, the friction of Berenice’s bare feet rotating across the man’s face completely obliterated his facial features. Moreover, her soles and toes were now in the ideal position to leave two perfect, exquisite female footprints on the Barbarian’s now perfectly flattened face: her toes were pushing against his forehead, the balls of her feet were locked inside his eyes sockets, the arches were crushing what was formerly his nose and the heels trampled of his lips and mouth. It was a flawless technique that Berenice had performed thousands of times, building on and even perfecting what Freya had pioneered during the Great War of the Sexes…and just like Freya she had been sowing destruction, humiliation, grief, and tragedy among her barbarian enemies with it for many years now. After having seemingly stood still in the air during Berenice devastating hip, ankle, and soles torsion at the apex of their flight, Berenice and the Barbarian under her soles began their full-speed descent towards the Arena’s floor. When they touched the ground, falling from the height of at least 30 meters up in air and with bearing Berenice’s entire weight on the Barbarian’s face, the back of the man’s head sank a few centimeters into the soil of the area, almost disappearing inside of it. From a distance it looked that Berenice’s feet were treading on the sand and that she was standing at the end of a decapitated man’s neck. When she landed Berenice bent her knees slightly for balance: then she straightened her legs, simultaneously extending her arms to salute the audience and further push the man’s head beneath her feet down into the ground: the audience responded with an applause. Then she stepped off the man’s face to reveal her masterpiece: the Barbarian’s head was now engraved inside the Arena’s floor like a paving stone placed inside a sandy ground. And as the technique demanded, the footprints of Berenice were perfectly and very recognizably engraved on what was formerly his face.
Despite what Berenice had just done to him the man moribund but not dead yet: this fact would be was surprising given what Berenice’s feet had just done to his face, if it hadn’t been meticulously planned bi Berenice but that was all part of ’s plan. She always made sure that her victims were not dead yet when she engrained her footprints all over their face: that was because she needed to dish out the final humiliation to them. From her tight asymmetrical body suit she extracted a tiny mirror, not larger than the palm of her pretty hand. Then she walked a couple of steps back to where the man was exhaling his last breaths: she placed one foot to the left and one to the right side of his head, engraved like a paving stone in the arena’s sandy ground. With a powerful gesture Berenice extended one arm down between her legs, holding the mirror in her hand so that the unlucky Barbarian could appreciate Berenice’s radical footwork on his face.
Looking down to the dying man she told him sternly ‘Look at what has become of your ugly male face! That’s what you get for disrespecting my queen!’
The man opened the two little holes that once where his eyes, now bried under the carvings of the ball of Berenice’s feet on his face. The young Asian fighter was please in glimpsing the look of absolute disbelief and despair in her victim’s eyes.
The Asian men killer continued
‘Actually you should not be too sad about it because my footprints are way prettier than you former Barbarian face, so thank me for this improvement’
With great, painful effort the man uttered these words from his oral cavity, placed under the footprint of Berenice’s bare heels
‘Thank you for making my face finally look pretty with your footprints’
But Berenice’s speech for the man dying at her feet was not over yet. She had another fierce revelation to make to her victim before she allowed him to die:
‘Just to make sure that, as you’re dying, you don’t delude yourself into thinking you’ll be free in your next eternal life in Hades, here’s a little prep about what is waiting for you in the afterworld: thanks to the imprints of my feet on what was once your face, everyone will laugh at you in the afterworld and immediately realize that you’re just another man I killed with my kicks. I a matter of minutes, when you will wake up in the land of the dead, my Avatars will rightfully claim you as one of my kills and you will join the infinite ranks of my dead enemies: my Avatars will make sure that you will be on the receiving end of barefoot female kicks and that you will be a footslave for eternity. With your departure from this earth, your slavery under Amazonian feet is far from over, actually it’s only just begun: get ready for an eternity of agony by Amazonian bare feet. in the afterlife as on earth, just as the goddesses have decreed!’
‘So be it, superior one…’ the man whispered, having accepted the eternal fate that Berenice had in store for him.
‘And now die, useless male scum!’
Obeying the order of the young woman who had replaced his face with her footprints, the middle-aged man immediately exhaled his last breath. He was so much under Berenice’s command that he wouldn’t even dared to die without her authorization…and now he was off for an eternitiy of kicks, foot slavery and submission under the feet of Berenice’s avatar in Hades.
As the man at her feet died, Berenice looked up towards the royal box: that’s when she saw both her Queen and Freya nodding approvingly to her actions. Even on that day, in her humble role as an Amazon guard in the squalid terraces of the Barbarians, she had managed to make her queen and her heroine, Freya, proud of her: that acknowledgement made her feel amazingly good inside. Both women had been undisputed Amazonian champions in the techniques that Berenice had just showed off in her execution of that unruly Barbarian: the Queen was a master of the pole attack and, obviously, Freya had become famous for her ability to erase Barbarian faces replacing them with her footprints. Profoundly satisfied, Berenice smiled and responded with a knowing nod to the show of approval from those two formidable women. Then, she saluted the crowd graciously, Finally, with a nimble leap, she sprang once more toward the Barbarians’ curve, landing with her feet on the backs of two kneeling men and taking pleasure in their groans of pain. Continuing to leap onto the backs of the kneeling men, she flew through the rows of the Barbarians and quickly reached her guard position: while she was on her way to the top row of the terrace, she retrieved her pole, pulling it out from the tailbone of the man she had used as a springboard for her leap—feet together—toward the Barbarian she had just disciplined. Once she reached the top row, she looked down again at the killing field of the Arena. Male slaves were digging around the crushed head of the man she had just killed to pull it out of the sand and carry his body to the mass graves for Barbarians located around the Themyscira stadium—obviously situated on the side facing the city’s slums inhabited by male slaves. There, his body would be dumped without ceremony—yet another anonymous corpse of a man who had died at the feet of an Amazon. Then Berenice looked once more toward the royal box. It was time now to focus on the Queen as she was about to commence her inauguration speech of the final edition of the glorious seasonal tournament
When the man realized that he was the only one still standing in the presence of the queen and that because of that punishment was certainly coming his way by the feet of the Amazonian Guard it was way too late for him to avoid his fare. He turned around in panic just to expose and offer his face to the double feet attack that was flying down on him from the blue sky above the Arena. He could oly appreciate the sight of two pretty Amazonian bare soles obscuring the sun as they were coming down from the sky and aiming straight at his face at full speed. For a second, the shadows of Berenice soles and toes were projected onto his face, foreshadowing what, in a few moments, will be the final appearance of his features. It was a preview of the appearance the man will take with him to Hades, where everyone will know he was killed by Berenice simply by looking at the footprints forever engrained on what was formerly his face. Then, everything went total black for the Barbarian. Berenice’s joined soles blasted the man’s face with incredible power and precision. She descended on her target in a flying double side kick position: therefore, on impact, her size 8 feet were positioned at a 45 degrees angle over the face of the man, striking the area from his lips to his eyes and breaking everything in their way. With Berenice’s feet stuck in the man’s face, the Amazon and the Barbarian took off up in the air, at first tracing an upward arc and then, once the force of Berenice’s double flying kick had propelled them well beyond the edge of the barbarians’ terrace, beginning to descend toward the Arena. At the peak of their ascending arc though, Berenice executed a powerful twist of her hips in mid-air, causing her feet to rotate 45 degrees against the man’s face. As a result, the friction of Berenice’s bare feet rotating across the man’s face completely obliterated his facial features. Moreover, her soles and toes were now in the ideal position to leave two perfect, exquisite female footprints on the Barbarian’s now perfectly flattened face: her toes were pushing against his forehead, the balls of her feet were locked inside his eyes sockets, the arches were crushing what was formerly his nose and the heels trampled of his lips and mouth. It was a flawless technique that Berenice had performed thousands of times, building on and even perfecting what Freya had pioneered during the Great War of the Sexes…and just like Freya she had been sowing destruction, humiliation, grief, and tragedy among her barbarian enemies with it for many years now. After having seemingly stood still in the air during Berenice devastating hip, ankle, and soles torsion at the apex of their flight, Berenice and the Barbarian under her soles began their full-speed descent towards the Arena’s floor. When they touched the ground, falling from the height of at least 30 meters up in air and with bearing Berenice’s entire weight on the Barbarian’s face, the back of the man’s head sank a few centimeters into the soil of the area, almost disappearing inside of it. From a distance it looked that Berenice’s feet were treading on the sand and that she was standing at the end of a decapitated man’s neck. When she landed Berenice bent her knees slightly for balance: then she straightened her legs, simultaneously extending her arms to salute the audience and further push the man’s head beneath her feet down into the ground: the audience responded with an applause. Then she stepped off the man’s face to reveal her masterpiece: the Barbarian’s head was now engraved inside the Arena’s floor like a paving stone placed inside a sandy ground. And as the technique demanded, the footprints of Berenice were perfectly and very recognizably engraved on what was formerly his face.
Despite what Berenice had just done to him the man moribund but not dead yet: this fact would be was surprising given what Berenice’s feet had just done to his face, if it hadn’t been meticulously planned bi Berenice but that was all part of ’s plan. She always made sure that her victims were not dead yet when she engrained her footprints all over their face: that was because she needed to dish out the final humiliation to them. From her tight asymmetrical body suit she extracted a tiny mirror, not larger than the palm of her pretty hand. Then she walked a couple of steps back to where the man was exhaling his last breaths: she placed one foot to the left and one to the right side of his head, engraved like a paving stone in the arena’s sandy ground. With a powerful gesture Berenice extended one arm down between her legs, holding the mirror in her hand so that the unlucky Barbarian could appreciate Berenice’s radical footwork on his face.
Looking down to the dying man she told him sternly ‘Look at what has become of your ugly male face! That’s what you get for disrespecting my queen!’
The man opened the two little holes that once where his eyes, now bried under the carvings of the ball of Berenice’s feet on his face. The young Asian fighter was please in glimpsing the look of absolute disbelief and despair in her victim’s eyes.
The Asian men killer continued
‘Actually you should not be too sad about it because my footprints are way prettier than you former Barbarian face, so thank me for this improvement’
With great, painful effort the man uttered these words from his oral cavity, placed under the footprint of Berenice’s bare heels
‘Thank you for making my face finally look pretty with your footprints’
But Berenice’s speech for the man dying at her feet was not over yet. She had another fierce revelation to make to her victim before she allowed him to die:
‘Just to make sure that, as you’re dying, you don’t delude yourself into thinking you’ll be free in your next eternal life in Hades, here’s a little prep about what is waiting for you in the afterworld: thanks to the imprints of my feet on what was once your face, everyone will laugh at you in the afterworld and immediately realize that you’re just another man I killed with my kicks. I a matter of minutes, when you will wake up in the land of the dead, my Avatars will rightfully claim you as one of my kills and you will join the infinite ranks of my dead enemies: my Avatars will make sure that you will be on the receiving end of barefoot female kicks and that you will be a footslave for eternity. With your departure from this earth, your slavery under Amazonian feet is far from over, actually it’s only just begun: get ready for an eternity of agony by Amazonian bare feet. in the afterlife as on earth, just as the goddesses have decreed!’
‘So be it, superior one…’ the man whispered, having accepted the eternal fate that Berenice had in store for him.
‘And now die, useless male scum!’
Obeying the order of the young woman who had replaced his face with her footprints, the middle-aged man immediately exhaled his last breath. He was so much under Berenice’s command that he wouldn’t even dared to die without her authorization…and now he was off for an eternitiy of kicks, foot slavery and submission under the feet of Berenice’s avatar in Hades.
As the man at her feet died, Berenice looked up towards the royal box: that’s when she saw both her Queen and Freya nodding approvingly to her actions. Even on that day, in her humble role as an Amazon guard in the squalid terraces of the Barbarians, she had managed to make her queen and her heroine, Freya, proud of her: that acknowledgement made her feel amazingly good inside. Both women had been undisputed Amazonian champions in the techniques that Berenice had just showed off in her execution of that unruly Barbarian: the Queen was a master of the pole attack and, obviously, Freya had become famous for her ability to erase Barbarian faces replacing them with her footprints. Profoundly satisfied, Berenice smiled and responded with a knowing nod to the show of approval from those two formidable women. Then, she saluted the crowd graciously, Finally, with a nimble leap, she sprang once more toward the Barbarians’ curve, landing with her feet on the backs of two kneeling men and taking pleasure in their groans of pain. Continuing to leap onto the backs of the kneeling men, she flew through the rows of the Barbarians and quickly reached her guard position: while she was on her way to the top row of the terrace, she retrieved her pole, pulling it out from the tailbone of the man she had used as a springboard for her leap—feet together—toward the Barbarian she had just disciplined. Once she reached the top row, she looked down again at the killing field of the Arena. Male slaves were digging around the crushed head of the man she had just killed to pull it out of the sand and carry his body to the mass graves for Barbarians located around the Themyscira stadium—obviously situated on the side facing the city’s slums inhabited by male slaves. There, his body would be dumped without ceremony—yet another anonymous corpse of a man who had died at the feet of an Amazon. Then Berenice looked once more toward the royal box. It was time now to focus on the Queen as she was about to commence her inauguration speech of the final edition of the glorious seasonal tournament
The Queen’s Speech
When His Majesty Queen Athena arrived at the stadium, the first thing she did was lean over the railing of the royal box, thereby signaling her presence—without which no combat could begin—and she stood there to greet the huge Amazonian audience and at the same time, terrorize the Barbarians with her mere presence. All the Amazons got up from their seats at once, as they always did to welcome the arrival of their glorious Queen at the Stadium on such an important occasion. As they stood up to cheer their ruler, the women rudely trampled with their full weight on the men who were lying beneath their feet. As a result, many male faces were badly crushed and injured, countless barbarian noses cracked and flattened, hundreds of lips squashed and bloodied under jubilant female soles. Some Amazons were so excited that they had to jump up and down on their slave faces, in several cases casually killing one or both the men they were trampling on. Some others liked to stand and jump on their slaves’ soft groins: in these cases, the abuse was brought to the men’s genitalia with damage which was often irreparable…but also with many ejaculations which were caused by the contact and the movement of the female master’s bare feet over the men’s swollen balls and stiffened dicks which were only covered by a small piece of rough cloth. Sometimes an Amazon would have a slave dying under her left foot and another one coming irresistibly under her left one: death and humiliating pleasure were delivered simultaneously by the same amazon to two different men through her two feet. In the space of only a few centimeters, under the two bare soles of one single woman, one man was dying atrociously and another one was experiencing the most incredible pleasure a man can feel: and these two very different fates depended on luck and on the volatile will of a feisty barefooted Amazon. In some cases, men had to die while they orgasmed: that was another frequent event in a male slave’s experience. This was just another example of how, for a male slave, life under an amazon’s bare feet was nothing but a terrifyingly unpredictable lottery or a Russian Roulette game with female feet instead of bullets: after all, having to go through pain and pleasure at the same time and in equal measures was an everyday occurrence in a slave’s often very short life.
The Queen basked in the adoration of her assembled Amazons for several minutes. Then with another wide movement of her slender arms she signaled to them that she needed silence: she was about to deliver the traditional speech which inaugurated the games. The Amazons immediately silenced themselves. Everyone, be it Amazon or Barbarian, wanted to hear what the Queen was going to say on such a special occasion. And in the deafening silence which had followed all the jubilations and the chants, Athena’s confident and authoritative voice soon filled the air, capturing everyone’s ears: ‘My beloved Amazons, my courageous Amazon Kwon Do warriors! It is always such a pleasant sight to see you all gathered for this special occasion in this glorious Arena!’ Athena’s words were followed by another round of applause. ‘Let’s enjoy this most inspiring and awesome tribute to the fighting spirit of our race and gender. We will think about our commitments and chores from next week onwards. Now let’s live in the present and seize the moment, like our female Amazon Kwon Do masters have always taught us. Indeed, ahead of us there is so much to be enjoyed! To celebrate the end of a long-standing tradition, this finale edition of the Seasonal Tournament will be very special in its contents and its length: it will last for three days!’ The crowd roared in excitement at the prospect of 72 hours of non-stop man killing. When the roaring calmed down a little, Athena reprises her speech: ‘But don’t worry, my brave Amazons, about this being the last edition of the tournaments: men will keep on dying and suffering under our bare feet for eternity, as this is the will of the Goddesses! We will keep on killing men in Amazon Kwon Do Schools, in regional tournaments, in our private gyms and houses, in our playgrounds, in our dungeons, on our streets, in the open fields and everywhere else, all over the sacred Amazon Queendom. Our supremacy over them is in keeping with the natural order of things as it was established by natural and divine laws: moreover, men deserve to be punished with the utmost cruelty as is here as is in the afterlife for their foolish attempt at challenging the mighty Amazons during the Great War of the Sexes! Let’s make them remember their stupidity forever by means of our deadly barefoot kicks!’ – The Queen underlined this last sentence dramatically by assuming a perfect Side kick pose. She was balancing on one leg: the arch of her foot was rudely clutching across the face of one male slave – who moaned in pain under her size 9 sole, as Athena’s full weight was resting on his facial bones - while her other leg was almost perpendicular to the floor, her high arched foot almost impaling the morning sun with her shiny toes. And even the morning sun on that day would have loved to have a pair of lips and a tongue to worship the perfect toes and feet of that extremely remarkable woman. As a response, a mighty roar of approval arose from the Amazon terraces, ignited by Athena’s words and by her perfect side-kick technique. Before continuing her speech, the Queen took her time, appreciating the crowd’s reaction to her words and gestures. Then she put her kicking foot down, back over the face of the slave who was lying to her right. ‘Let’s enjoy these three – I repeat, three! - long days of fights during which we will celebrate everything that this tournament means to us…- Athena took a pause and, with a smirk on her beautiful face sarcastically pointed one of her long fingers towards the Barbarian terraces, without even looking at the men ‘…and to them!’. This sarcastic shade so casually thrown at the Barbarians made the Amazons laugh and cheer at the same time: this kind of merciless humour against men was so typical of their Barbarian-vanquishing Queen. Obviously, the kowtowing Barbarians had to swallow the Queen’s irony for their tragic history of perennial defeat and loss in absolute silence. Apart from that vicious side look the Queen didn’t even look let alone address the Barbarians directly in her inauguration speeches. These male losers’ presence was totally unworthy of her royal female acknowledgment…
When the laughter and the cheering began to quiet down the Queen continued her speech ‘We will make sure that this tournament will be the ultimate celebration of our supremacy. These three days will be filled with surprises and treats. First of all, your heroines, the past stars of this tournament, will all perform their most celebrated kicks on their filthy barbarian opponents, for your pleasure’ – the Queen’s surprise announcement sparked another roar of awe and excited approval from the assembled Amazons. Athena smiled and nodded, satisfied with how her announcement was welcomed by her compatriots. ‘And obviously – she continued - let’s rejoice in how our rookie amazons will demonstrate the skills they have learned in our academies making their public debut in the Arena in front of all of you.’ Expertly, the Queen paused again as the Amazons saluted her latest words with another approving buzz. Knowing that her decision of putting the seasonal tournament on indefinite hiatus was not a popular one, The Queen had prepared a very special program for her Amazons: she needed to make sure that this final hurrah was going to be particularly memorable. Indeed, she had some more treats to reveal to her Amazons. ‘But it’s not over yet, my fellow Amazons: for my decree, at the end of these three days – she continued - you will be allowed to pick spoils like you have never done before from the Barbarians’ The Amazons responded with some more excited cheering at the prospect of collecting a higher number of Barbarian slaves for their own personal use - ‘And finally…make sure you save some stamina for the post tournament celebration that will last for another three days after the end of the last fight!’
This last announcement made the female side of the Areana explode with enthusiasm and joy. To heat up the atmosphere even more, the queen opened her arms and clenched her fists, screaming savagely over the noise: ‘And now, as we used to say before each battle during the war… – she proclaimed solemnly before screaming - ‘Let’s go and kill some men with our bare feet, Amazons!!! With this last encouragement from their beloved Queen the Amazon reached berserker-levels of excitement. Always the expert leader, with her war cry Athena was consciously addressing and awakening the war memories of many amazons whom she had personally led into battle or who had simply grown up in the cult of Athena’s amazing feats during the Great War of the Sexes.
The Queen rejoiced in the mayhem that she created: the anticipation for
That’s when the Amazon guards started chanting their battle slogan:
‘Barbarians die under our feet! Barbarians die under our feet! Barbarians die under our feet!
The entire female side of the Arena joined in the war chant.
This fierce and ominous choir spread terror amongst the kowtowing barbarians who knew that their life, both on the Arena or on the terraces, would be hanging on a thread during what seemed like three very long days ahead for them…or an entire week as the c
Satisfied, the queen waved one more time to the crows and turned around on her heels, mangling the faces of the men lying beneath her feet. While the Amazons were still chanting and jumping up and down on the faces of their slaves out of pure excitement (mkind sure that yes, Barbarians were dying under their bare feet) the Queen walked towards her throne, to sit down and enjoy the fights.
The Queen basked in the adoration of her assembled Amazons for several minutes. Then with another wide movement of her slender arms she signaled to them that she needed silence: she was about to deliver the traditional speech which inaugurated the games. The Amazons immediately silenced themselves. Everyone, be it Amazon or Barbarian, wanted to hear what the Queen was going to say on such a special occasion. And in the deafening silence which had followed all the jubilations and the chants, Athena’s confident and authoritative voice soon filled the air, capturing everyone’s ears: ‘My beloved Amazons, my courageous Amazon Kwon Do warriors! It is always such a pleasant sight to see you all gathered for this special occasion in this glorious Arena!’ Athena’s words were followed by another round of applause. ‘Let’s enjoy this most inspiring and awesome tribute to the fighting spirit of our race and gender. We will think about our commitments and chores from next week onwards. Now let’s live in the present and seize the moment, like our female Amazon Kwon Do masters have always taught us. Indeed, ahead of us there is so much to be enjoyed! To celebrate the end of a long-standing tradition, this finale edition of the Seasonal Tournament will be very special in its contents and its length: it will last for three days!’ The crowd roared in excitement at the prospect of 72 hours of non-stop man killing. When the roaring calmed down a little, Athena reprises her speech: ‘But don’t worry, my brave Amazons, about this being the last edition of the tournaments: men will keep on dying and suffering under our bare feet for eternity, as this is the will of the Goddesses! We will keep on killing men in Amazon Kwon Do Schools, in regional tournaments, in our private gyms and houses, in our playgrounds, in our dungeons, on our streets, in the open fields and everywhere else, all over the sacred Amazon Queendom. Our supremacy over them is in keeping with the natural order of things as it was established by natural and divine laws: moreover, men deserve to be punished with the utmost cruelty as is here as is in the afterlife for their foolish attempt at challenging the mighty Amazons during the Great War of the Sexes! Let’s make them remember their stupidity forever by means of our deadly barefoot kicks!’ – The Queen underlined this last sentence dramatically by assuming a perfect Side kick pose. She was balancing on one leg: the arch of her foot was rudely clutching across the face of one male slave – who moaned in pain under her size 9 sole, as Athena’s full weight was resting on his facial bones - while her other leg was almost perpendicular to the floor, her high arched foot almost impaling the morning sun with her shiny toes. And even the morning sun on that day would have loved to have a pair of lips and a tongue to worship the perfect toes and feet of that extremely remarkable woman. As a response, a mighty roar of approval arose from the Amazon terraces, ignited by Athena’s words and by her perfect side-kick technique. Before continuing her speech, the Queen took her time, appreciating the crowd’s reaction to her words and gestures. Then she put her kicking foot down, back over the face of the slave who was lying to her right. ‘Let’s enjoy these three – I repeat, three! - long days of fights during which we will celebrate everything that this tournament means to us…- Athena took a pause and, with a smirk on her beautiful face sarcastically pointed one of her long fingers towards the Barbarian terraces, without even looking at the men ‘…and to them!’. This sarcastic shade so casually thrown at the Barbarians made the Amazons laugh and cheer at the same time: this kind of merciless humour against men was so typical of their Barbarian-vanquishing Queen. Obviously, the kowtowing Barbarians had to swallow the Queen’s irony for their tragic history of perennial defeat and loss in absolute silence. Apart from that vicious side look the Queen didn’t even look let alone address the Barbarians directly in her inauguration speeches. These male losers’ presence was totally unworthy of her royal female acknowledgment…
When the laughter and the cheering began to quiet down the Queen continued her speech ‘We will make sure that this tournament will be the ultimate celebration of our supremacy. These three days will be filled with surprises and treats. First of all, your heroines, the past stars of this tournament, will all perform their most celebrated kicks on their filthy barbarian opponents, for your pleasure’ – the Queen’s surprise announcement sparked another roar of awe and excited approval from the assembled Amazons. Athena smiled and nodded, satisfied with how her announcement was welcomed by her compatriots. ‘And obviously – she continued - let’s rejoice in how our rookie amazons will demonstrate the skills they have learned in our academies making their public debut in the Arena in front of all of you.’ Expertly, the Queen paused again as the Amazons saluted her latest words with another approving buzz. Knowing that her decision of putting the seasonal tournament on indefinite hiatus was not a popular one, The Queen had prepared a very special program for her Amazons: she needed to make sure that this final hurrah was going to be particularly memorable. Indeed, she had some more treats to reveal to her Amazons. ‘But it’s not over yet, my fellow Amazons: for my decree, at the end of these three days – she continued - you will be allowed to pick spoils like you have never done before from the Barbarians’ The Amazons responded with some more excited cheering at the prospect of collecting a higher number of Barbarian slaves for their own personal use - ‘And finally…make sure you save some stamina for the post tournament celebration that will last for another three days after the end of the last fight!’
This last announcement made the female side of the Areana explode with enthusiasm and joy. To heat up the atmosphere even more, the queen opened her arms and clenched her fists, screaming savagely over the noise: ‘And now, as we used to say before each battle during the war… – she proclaimed solemnly before screaming - ‘Let’s go and kill some men with our bare feet, Amazons!!! With this last encouragement from their beloved Queen the Amazon reached berserker-levels of excitement. Always the expert leader, with her war cry Athena was consciously addressing and awakening the war memories of many amazons whom she had personally led into battle or who had simply grown up in the cult of Athena’s amazing feats during the Great War of the Sexes.
The Queen rejoiced in the mayhem that she created: the anticipation for
That’s when the Amazon guards started chanting their battle slogan:
‘Barbarians die under our feet! Barbarians die under our feet! Barbarians die under our feet!
The entire female side of the Arena joined in the war chant.
This fierce and ominous choir spread terror amongst the kowtowing barbarians who knew that their life, both on the Arena or on the terraces, would be hanging on a thread during what seemed like three very long days ahead for them…or an entire week as the c
Satisfied, the queen waved one more time to the crows and turned around on her heels, mangling the faces of the men lying beneath her feet. While the Amazons were still chanting and jumping up and down on the faces of their slaves out of pure excitement (mkind sure that yes, Barbarians were dying under their bare feet) the Queen walked towards her throne, to sit down and enjoy the fights.
Male Kings of Eternal Pain
Having kickstarted the Final Tournament’s proceedings in such a glorious way, the slender but muscular woman finally sat down on her throne. As soon as she sat down, a new couple of male slaves quickly laid down on the floor at her feet. They were lying on their backs, devotedly offering their faces as footrests for the Queen. Calmly and causally, this utterly remarkable woman placed the sole of her right foot across the lips of one slave. At the same time, she forced the heel of her left foot inside the other slave’s open mouth. Both men started servicing the queen’s bare size 10 feet immediately. The one on the left sucked gently on her heel sending light shivers of pleasure all through her body. The man on the right was kissing and licking the sole of her other foot, gently worshipping that much feared foot with immense devotion. As a reaction the queens smirked, pleased by her slaves attentive and prompt response: just like any other amazon she liked her feet to be taken care of by a male servant all the time. Relaxed but always elegant and authoritative in her demeanour, she sat back on her throne to enjoy the beginning of the day’s program of matches. As she was proudly observing the proceedings she was a benevolent presence for the Amazons and an absolutely terrifying sight for the Barbarians.
Indeed, the mere sight of Athena’s throne was a fierce and awesome spectacle for both the Amazons and the Barbarians, but each group has very different reasons to be impressed by it. The current Amazon Queen’s main claim to that very throne was the way in which she personally defeated, killed, humiliated, and castrated as many as twenty Barbarian chiefs during the Great War of the Sexes. Now, as a memento of the destiny awaiting all males who dared to challenge Amazonian power, the embalmed heads of ten amongst the twenty kings she had killed in battle had been installed at the foot of the Queen’s throne in the Arena. The remaining ten heads were adorning her other throne in her grand palace: one massive throne was not enough to expose and showcase the severed and embalmed heads of all the Barbarian kings who had miserably fallen under Athena’s barefoot attack! By being positioned at the foot of the Queens throne, the heads of these formerly proud male warriors were also serving as fierce rests for the same female feet which had vanquished them in battle: the beautiful, glorious, and lethal bare feet of the Queen of all Amazons! In the Amazon’s weltanschauung this was also a way of finding a purpose to otherwise useless and toxic male lives: at least, once killed and humiliated with a generous dose of kicks, the men could serve as footrests for the Amazon in their afterlife.
The unquestionable proof of Athena’s incredible war feat was her bare footprint, perfectly recognizable on every single face of the twenty Barbarian kings’ heads which had been placed at the base of her thrones: in order to leave her signature on the corpses of her important victims, in pure Amazon’s style, with a final and lethal barefoot stomp Athena had stamped and carved her footprint on each one of their ugly faces forever.Under Athena’s pretty footprints, the faces of all the embalmed heads were forever frozen in the same expression that these kings had in the moment when this undefeatable female opponent was about to put them out of their misery at the end of a humiliatingly one-sided confrontation in her favour. It was invariably a wide-eyed look of absolute terror and shock, their mouth wide open in a final scream of agony and fear. Actually, these men’s misery was far from being over with their death…Years after their humiliating demise, these kings’ dead eyes were still wide open and looking unto the Arena so that they could watch their descendants suffer and die again and again under the feet of women: it was the same destiny they had to endure in the battlefield, a fate that made all men equal or, more precisely, equally crushed under female bare feet. Amazon’s legends had it that the spirit of these men still resided in their embalmed heads: placing them at the foot of the Queen Amazon’s throne facing the arena where hundreds of men were slaughtered each year was another way in which the Amazons were making sure that the humiliation of these Barbarian kings was eternal. Even in the afterlife they were condemned to watch their peers die by female kick as their head was trampled by the bare feet of the woman who had killed them in battle…what a degrading and humiliating destiny for these once proud kings!Queen Athena was just eighteen when she easily slaughtered those much-feared Barbarian warrior kings, who were all in their thirties or forties and much more experienced than her. With pride, now she enjoyed watching young amazon warriors showing the same extraordinary fighting skills in the Arena. As her royal bare feet were comfortably resting either on the faces of her living male slaves or on the heads of the Barbarian kings she had vanquished in battle, she could see her younger self in those young female high kicking machines. These young women were making sure that female martial arts supremacy over men would continue and prosper forever.
Indeed, the mere sight of Athena’s throne was a fierce and awesome spectacle for both the Amazons and the Barbarians, but each group has very different reasons to be impressed by it. The current Amazon Queen’s main claim to that very throne was the way in which she personally defeated, killed, humiliated, and castrated as many as twenty Barbarian chiefs during the Great War of the Sexes. Now, as a memento of the destiny awaiting all males who dared to challenge Amazonian power, the embalmed heads of ten amongst the twenty kings she had killed in battle had been installed at the foot of the Queen’s throne in the Arena. The remaining ten heads were adorning her other throne in her grand palace: one massive throne was not enough to expose and showcase the severed and embalmed heads of all the Barbarian kings who had miserably fallen under Athena’s barefoot attack! By being positioned at the foot of the Queens throne, the heads of these formerly proud male warriors were also serving as fierce rests for the same female feet which had vanquished them in battle: the beautiful, glorious, and lethal bare feet of the Queen of all Amazons! In the Amazon’s weltanschauung this was also a way of finding a purpose to otherwise useless and toxic male lives: at least, once killed and humiliated with a generous dose of kicks, the men could serve as footrests for the Amazon in their afterlife.
The unquestionable proof of Athena’s incredible war feat was her bare footprint, perfectly recognizable on every single face of the twenty Barbarian kings’ heads which had been placed at the base of her thrones: in order to leave her signature on the corpses of her important victims, in pure Amazon’s style, with a final and lethal barefoot stomp Athena had stamped and carved her footprint on each one of their ugly faces forever.Under Athena’s pretty footprints, the faces of all the embalmed heads were forever frozen in the same expression that these kings had in the moment when this undefeatable female opponent was about to put them out of their misery at the end of a humiliatingly one-sided confrontation in her favour. It was invariably a wide-eyed look of absolute terror and shock, their mouth wide open in a final scream of agony and fear. Actually, these men’s misery was far from being over with their death…Years after their humiliating demise, these kings’ dead eyes were still wide open and looking unto the Arena so that they could watch their descendants suffer and die again and again under the feet of women: it was the same destiny they had to endure in the battlefield, a fate that made all men equal or, more precisely, equally crushed under female bare feet. Amazon’s legends had it that the spirit of these men still resided in their embalmed heads: placing them at the foot of the Queen Amazon’s throne facing the arena where hundreds of men were slaughtered each year was another way in which the Amazons were making sure that the humiliation of these Barbarian kings was eternal. Even in the afterlife they were condemned to watch their peers die by female kick as their head was trampled by the bare feet of the woman who had killed them in battle…what a degrading and humiliating destiny for these once proud kings!Queen Athena was just eighteen when she easily slaughtered those much-feared Barbarian warrior kings, who were all in their thirties or forties and much more experienced than her. With pride, now she enjoyed watching young amazon warriors showing the same extraordinary fighting skills in the Arena. As her royal bare feet were comfortably resting either on the faces of her living male slaves or on the heads of the Barbarian kings she had vanquished in battle, she could see her younger self in those young female high kicking machines. These young women were making sure that female martial arts supremacy over men would continue and prosper forever.
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