Arrogant Angus versus Kitten
My name is Arrogant Angus, and just recently Madame Zara, a woman who claims to ba of great psychic powers, has told me that in ancient times in a past life I had been a brutal warlord who was known as Angus the Arrogant. She told me that I had been a bully, a rapist, and a brutal oppressor of women who had ruled over thousands of acres of land. I had possessed a massive fortune of gold, and diamonds, and sapphires, and emeralds, and rubies, and all manner of precious stones. The one hundred of my mightiest warriors had served me as my elite personal guard. And there were over three hundred beautiful slave girls in my seraglio. But Madame Zara had said tha I was not satisfied. For the fact that the land to the south was ruled by women was an affront to my MANHOOD and a threat to my MALE EGO. Thus was I determined to conquer the Amazon Nation. And after a fierce fight between Orithia, the Queen of the Amazons, and myself, Madam Zara had told me that I had at last realized my life long dream and that I had entered Themiscrya, the Capital city of the Amazon Empire with my head held high! Of coarse I don't believe in any of that psychic bullshit or any of that past life crap either.
I have always been obsessed with to prove that women are inferior to men in violent contact sports such as boxing. I had heard about a girl named Kitten who loved to box with men. Kitten claims to have been a Queen of the Amazons in a past life, and that she can defeat any man in the boxing arena. Kitten is obviously fruitcake just like that Madame Zara.
I challenged Kitten to meet me in the boxing ring. We found a ring in a local gym. There are about three hundred people there to observe the bout. Kitten enters the ring just prior to round one. She is quite a bit smaller than me and she has a very good figure. She looks really hot in her skimpy leopard skin bikini and her bare feet. She is smiling and appears confident that will win.
The contrast between Kitten and myself is especially stunning. Kitten's petite little figure and graceful beauty makes her the very picture of femininity. And my enormous size and strength, my course brutal masculine face, and my broad muscular hairy chest, and most of all my contempt for all living things other than myself, makes me the symbol and the icon of the male principle and of all that is masculine. The fight should be a piece of cake since I am a GIANT compared to my female opponent.
The mismatch between us is made even more obvious as the ring announcer makes his introductions. “In corner—Standing six foot nine inches tall—and weighing two hundred and seventy eight pounds—that massive GIANT of a man—ARROGANT ANGUS!!! And his opponent—Standing four foot three inches tall—And weighing one hundred and ten pounds—The lovely and vivacious—KITTEN THE GIANT KILLER!!!”
The bell rings and we approach each other. She starts out by landing a roundhouse to my jaw, followed by an uppercut which sends me to my knees. She has already scored her first knockdown! She quickly solves my defense and she knocks me off my feet twice more before even a minute has gone by.
I am no match for her. She has me pissing in my pants in my fear of her. She repeatedly backs me up against the ropes and she batters my face and body. She is too fast for me and I can not get away from her. She lands a perfect right to my jaw. I see a blinding flash of light and I collapse on the canvas. I hear the voice of the referee “EIGHT!” “NINE!” “TEN!” “HE'S OUT!”
The is over! Kitten has totally demolished me! She has humiliated me in front of an audience of three hundred fans by scoring a one round knockout! The roar of the crowd rings in my ears as they give her a thunderous ovation. I feel the weight of her dainty little bare foot on my chest as Kitten poses triumphantly over me with her arms raised high in the air. Then I fall back into the blackness of unconsciousness.
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My head is spinning wildly and I am falling back thousands of years in time. What Madam Zara had told me is true after all. For I am now the Warlord who is known as Angus the Arrogant! Back in the twenty second century I had been just a normal man who had stood just a little over sex feet tall and who had weighed a little over two hundred and seventy five pounds. But during this miraculous transportation back in time, I have also undergone a miraculous physical transformation. I am now a giant of a man who stands a full seven and a half feet tall and who weighs over three hundred pounds. The harsh life of these savage times has given me the massive hard and well defined muscles of a champion professional body builder. There is a high concentration of testosterone inside my body that amplifies my masculine characteristics to radical proportions. I have become a brutal rapist and a ruthless oppressor of women. I am determined to keep all women down in their rightful place of subservience to men and trampled down beneath my big calloused foot. I am the most hated male enemy of the Amazon Nation and Queen Arithia has offered a reword of one thousand talons of gold to any woman who brings her my head. I in turn has offered a reward of TWO thousand talons of gold to any man who brings me her head.
I rule over thousands of acres of land and I possess a massive fortune of gold, and diamonds, and sapphires, and emeralds, and rubies, and all manner of precious stones. The one hundred of my mightiest warriors serves me as my elite personal guard. And there are over three hundred beautifus slave girls in my seraglio. But alas I am not satisfied! For I bear a bitter hatred towards the women of the Amazon Nation. I am determined to punish these women for what they had done to my brother, and for what they had done to both my father, and to his father before him. I am determined to destroy the great city of Themiscrya which is the capital city of the Amazon Empire. I am going to conquer the Gynarchy of Amazonia and I am going to establish MALE SUPREMACY as the law of the land.
Many men have tried to conquer the women of the Amazon Nation before me. And all of these men had failed. My own brother Bull-Cock the Brutal had tried to conquer the Gynarchy of Amazonia. He entered the city of Thermicrya with his wrists bound firmly behind his back with a rawhide thong. My brother and his conqueress had presented a most comical sight as they had entered the city. For although Bull-Cock's head was bowed in humiliation and shame, he still towered above the woman who had led him naked upon a leash as though he were a dog. This humiliating spectacle had been made even more embarrassing by the fact that a huge crowd of haughty Amazon women had gathered to taunt him and to tease him and to make cruel sport of him. My brother had entered the city of Themiscrya as a woman's slave. He had entered the capital city of the Amazon Empire with his head bowed in humiliation and shame. But unlike my brother before me, I intend to enter the city of Themiscrya not as a slave, but as a conqueror. I intend to enter the city of Themiscrya with my head held high!
My father before me was the mighty Warlord, Orloff the Destroyer. My father had tried to conquer the Gynarchy of Amazonia. My father had been carried into the city of Themiscrya as he lay upon his back upon his own shield. His huge bronze shield had been carried upon the shoulders of his eight highest ranking captains. The heads of these eight men were bowed in humiliation and shame as they marched naked through the gates of Themiscrya. Marpesia, the Queen of the Amazons had stood triumphant upon the shield with one foot placed so arrogantly upon my father's chest. Throngs of women gave their Queen a thunderous ovation as this triumphal procession passed through the streets of the city. The women of Themiscrya were in total awe of the striking contrast between their five foot one inch tall and one hundred and ten pound queen and the eight foot tall and three hundred pound carcass of the man that she slew in fair combat upon the field of battle. Later Queen Marpesia had loped off my father's head with her war ax and she had used it as a hassock to rest her foot upon as it lay upon the dias at the foot of her throne. But I intend to avenge this massive humiliation of my father. Unlike my father before me, I intend to enter the city of Themiscrya with my head held high!
My father's father before him was the mighty Warlord Att-Dak the Barbarian. He too had tried to conquer the Gynarchy of amazonia. My father's father and thirty of his men had entered the city of Themiscrya in an oxcart. The lifeless carcasses of these men were piled up upon the floor of the oxcart like cordwood would be piled up before a winter's fireplace. And my father's father, Att-Dak the Barbarian had the dubious honor of being the man who lay topmost upon the heap. The oxcart was pulled through the streets of Themiscrya by ten of Att-Dak's mightiest warriors who were chained to the tongue of the oxcart in place of oxen. The heads of these ten men were bowed in humiliation and shame as they were paraded naked through the streets of Themiscrya. Hippolyte, the Queen of the Amazons, had stood triumphant upon the pile of men that she had slain in fair combat upon the field of battle. Her foot was placed so arrogantly upon Att-Dak's massive chest. The throngs of women gave their Queen a thunderous ovation as this triumphal procession had passed through the streets of Themiscrya. But unlike my father's father before him, I will enter the capital city of the Amazon Empire as a conqueror. I intend to proudly enter the city of Themiscrya with my head held high!
As I approach the border of the Amazon Empire I see that the hosts of the Amazon Nation are already waiting there for me. These Amazons are led by Queen Orithia who is the daughter of Queen Marpesia, the woman who slew my father. These fierce warrior women are determined that not even one of their brutal male foes shall even set foot upon their beloved homeland of Amazonia. But I have other plans. I am confident of a quick and easy victory over the daughters of the Amazon Nation. I can see that there only about ten thousand Amazons to try to stop an invasion force of over fifty thousand men. Also I can see that each of my men is much bigger and stronger than any uppity little female that he might encounter upon the field of battle. But my greatest advantage that I believe that believe that I enjoy over these foolish women is that I am a member of the superior male sex. I am confident that these women will soon fall before me and my men even as a field of hay would fall before the reaper's scythe. I am confident that these women will fall before me and my men even as a field of hay would fall before the reaper's scythe. I am confident that I will soon enter the city of Themiscrya with my head held high!
But Orithia, the Queen of the Amazons, walks boldly forward so that she stands a hundred feet in front of the hosts of the Amazon army. “Arrogant Angus!”, she cries stridently, “Come forth to fight me in single combat upon the field of battle! Let us determine by man to woman combat which sex shall be dominant over the other for the rest of all eternity! Is the mighty Warlord, Arrogant Angus, afraid of a WOMAN? Then let him come forth and fight me now!”
I have no choice but to go forth to fight this woman if I am not to lose face in front of my men. Thus has the Queen of the Amazons so cleverly manipulated my arrogant male ego. She has thus changed the odds from three men against one woman to one man against one woman. But I am confident that I can defeat her. Even from a distance I can see that I am much taller and heavier than she is. I am confident that she will be no match for my superior size and strength. I will easily conquer her and then I will enter the city of Themiscrya with my head held high!
But as I approach Queen Orithia my heart is frozen with terror. For I recognize the stunningly beautiful face in single combat upon the field of battle. I recognize her as the girl named KITTEN! I now suddenly realize that Kitten was telling the truth after all when she claimed to have been a Queen of the Amazons in a past life. For Queen Orithia is the very same Kitten who had totally demolished me in the boxing ring in less than a round. She is the same Kitten who had totally demolished me in the boxing ring in less than a round. She is the same Kitten who had humiliated me in front of an audience of three hundred fans by laying me flat on my back on the canvas. She is the same Kitten who placed her dainty little bare foot upon my broad muscular chest as she had raised her fists high in the air in token of victory.
I am about to run back to the safety of my men when I suddenly remember the words of Madame Zara. “And after a fierce fight between Orithia the Queen of the Amazons,and yourself,” Madame Zara had told me “You had at last entered Themiscrya, the Capital city of the Amazon Empire with your head held high!
My courage returns to me and I swagger arrogantly before Queen Orinthia. I flex my massive biceps and I beat my massive chest with clenched fists in order to intimidate her. The sound of my fists beating against my broad muscular chest is like that of a war drum that can be heard throughout the ranks of the entire Amazon army. “KNEEL DOWN CUNT”. I demand tersely. “AMD KISS THE HEAD OF MY PENUS IN TOKEN OF YOUR TOTAL AND UNCONDITIONAL SURRENDER TO ME AND TO THE PRINCIPLES OF MALE SUPREMACY! FOR I INTEND TO ENTER THE GREAT AMAZON COTY OF THEMISCRYA AS A CCONQUOR WITH MY HEAD HELD HIGH!
Then her eyes meet mine and her courage flees from me even as the cowardly male jackal would flee from the fierce tigress in the jungle. For at that moment we both know in our hearts that I am no match for her even though I stand more than two and a half heads taller than she and even though I am nearly triple her weight. And yet in a desperate show of arrogant masculine pride, my face is a mask of fierce macho bravado as I yell a barbaric war cry at my female opponent. But there is an expression of both disgust and of arrogant contempt on the Amazon Queen's face as her eyes focus on the darkening stain that is spreading in the crotch of my leopard skin loincloth. For my true terror of this awesome warrior woman is betrayed to her by the fact that I am urinating in my own loincloth.
In a last desperate effort to save face in front of my men and to salvage my fragile male ego, I draw my sword and I charge recklessly upon her. The Queen of the Amazons evades my attack with a swift cat like agility and her deadly double war ax is a flash. The whole world seems to be spinning crazily as my head pops up several feet into the air. And then it falls to the earth with a dull thud and it rolls across the ground until it comes to rest at the feet of my triumphant female opponent.
Through glazed dead eyes I see my own headless carcass standing before me with the blood spurting up into the air through it's severed neck. I then see Queen Orithis shove her foot against the chest of my headless corpse so that it topples over on it's back with a loud crash. I see that my throbbing erect penis has popped out from under it's loin cloth and is sticking straight up in the air as though it were a monument to the triumph of woman over man in the age old battle of the sexes. My hot sperm spurts up high in the air as my throbbing erection shoots off its final load. Then it falls limp and it dangles down between my legs as though it was bowing down it's head at the feet of she who has slain me in fair combat upon the field of battle.
Queen Orithia rolls my head over on it's back beneath her foot so that I am staring up at her. The Queen looks down upon me with an expression of smug superiority and of gloating triumph upon her stunningly beautiful face. She studies the expression of terror, and pain, and humiliation, and of shocked disbelief that is frozen upon my face for a moment. There is no doubt that she derives a great deal of pleasure that these were the emotions that I had thought and felt as I suddenly realized that I was experiencing the ultimate humiliation of being fairly slain by a woman's hand. Though I am dead, I still hear her words as she speaks to me in a mocking tone. “Your head will serve me well as a hassock to rest my foot upon as it lies upon the dias at the foot of my throne in Themiscrya!”, she gloats arrogantly, “Just as the head of your father, Orloff the Destroyer, had had served my mother Queen Marpesia, so well for the same purpose. And your big ugly buck teeth will scratch my heel when it itches.” She playfully presses her bare foot into my cold dead face. Then she grabs hold of my head by it's hair snd stepping forward, she places her foot upon my chest. And she holds my severed head high in the air for all to see. I can still hear the demoralized cries of dismay from my men as they realize that their might warlord Arrogant Angus is dead
Though my eyes are now glazed over in death, I can see that all of my men are totally demoralized. I can still see the weapons of many of my men have slipped from their numb fingers as they stare at the heroic Amazon Queen who stands triumphant before them. I see the expressions of horror on the faces of these men as they look upon the object that the triumphant Queen of the Amazons holds high in the air above her head. Though I am dead, I still realize what a terrifying sight my severed head must present to these men who has looked upon me as their mighty champion as as their god. My shaggy matted hair and beard is soaked with sweat and caked with my own blood. And the dust and dirt of the battle field. A horrible expression of terror, and pain, and humiliation, and of shocked disbelief is frozen upon my dead face. And as Queen Orithia holds my head high in the air above her own she utters her terse challenge to the men of the Male Chauvinist Empire.
“Behold” the Queen of the Amazons cries stridently. “Your mighty Warlord, Arrogant Angus is dead! I have slain him in fair combat upon the field of battle! And I stand triumphant over him with my foot upon his chest, and I hold his severed head high in the air for all to see! So that all the world may know that the FEMALE of the species is SUPERIOR to the MALE! Let any man who wishes to avenge his death come forward to fight me now!
Through glazed dead eyes I see that no man moves a muscle except to lower his eyes to the ground in order to avoid her piercing gaze. Queen Orithia increases the weight of her foot upon my chest as she utters a new challenge to my now cowering men. “Let any man who wishes to fight me remain standing on hes feet”, she demands, “All other men will kneel!”
I see all of my once proud and arrogant men fall to their knees as one. For no man has the courage to fight the fierce Amazon herowho sley me their mighty Warlord and champion, Arrogant Angus, in single combat upon the field of battle. In a voice that is sweet and feminine and yet at the same time terse and commanding. Orithia the Queen of the Amazons, continues her challenge to the men of the Male Chauvinist Empire. “....and bow down his head to the ground at my feet”, she continues, “in token of his total and unconditional surrender to the women of Amazonia, and to the principles of FEMALE SUPREMACY!”
Thirty thousand male heads strike against the ground with one loud thumping sound. With an exalted cry of victory the hosts of the now totally triumphant Amazon army rush upon the ranks of the hapless kowtowing males. And each Amazon places her foot upon the neck of a man that she desires to own as her slave.
The Triumphant Amazon Queen now leads her sister Amazons in an exalted paean of victory to the Goddess Artemis. This paean is magnificent in it's savage beauty and power. It sings of the superiority of the female over the male and of her Goddess given right and destiny to be dominant over him. And it sings of the glory of the triumph of woman over man in the age old battle of the sexes. Suddenly I realize that these are not just meaningless empty words that the victorious vixen and her sister Amazons are reciting. For Orinthia the Queen of the Amazons is standing triumphant with her foot upon the massive chest of a dead Warlord who had stood at least two and a half heads taller than she as she recites these glorious words. She is standing with one foot placed upon the chest of a once mighty Warlord that she has fairly slain in single combat upon the field of battle. And each of her sister Amazons now stands with her foot upon the neck of a once proud and arrogant, but now totally subjugated and defeated man as she recites these words.
That llying fucking BITCH! That lying fucking CUNT, Madame Zara! Madame Zara told me that I would enter the city of Themiscyra with my head held high!
Orithia, Queen of the Amazons leads the magnificent triumphal procession through the gates of Themiscrya, the capital city of the Amazon Empire. She is followed by the ten thousand warrior women of the triumphant Amazon army. Each Amazon leads two or more conquered conquered male warriors by a leash that is fastened either around his neck or around his testicles. All of these men have been stripped naked by the women who have conquered them. The wrists of each man is securely bound behind his back with a rawhide thong. Though the head of each man is bowed in a posture of humiliation and shame, he still towers above she who leads him naked upon a leash as though he were a dog.
Throngs of women line both side of the street as these conquered male slaves are paraded naked before them. And the women taunt and tease these men and they make cruel sport of them. The penis of every man haw swelled into a throbbing erection. Thus does he reveal to the multitude of women that he is being paraded naked befor his secret inner craving to be conquered and then dominated by a member of the superior female sex, and to bear the weight of her foot upon his neck. A woman of Themiscrya knows well the meaning of an erect penis on a vanquished male enemy. Thus are these men greeted by wolf whistles and cat calls from the daughters of Amazonia.
At the very head of the procession my headless carcass lies upon it's back upon my huge bronze shield as it is carried by six of my mightiest warriors. The heads of these six of these once proud men are bent in a posture of humiliation and shame as they march naked down the main street of Themiscrya. A haughty Amazon warrior walks on either side of the shield. Each of these two women makes sure that the three men who are under her domination stay in step as these men stagger under the weight of the heavy bronze shield that they bear upon their shoulders.
Orithia, Queen of the Amazons, stands triumphant upon the shield with one foot placed arrogantly upon my chest. The daughters of the Amazon Nation give their Queen a thunderous ovation as she holds my severed head high in the air for all to see. At last my senses fade to blackness. And the last thought that remains in my mind is the realization that Madame Zara's prophesy has indeed come true that for I have now entered the great Amazon city of Themiscrya with my head held high!
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I am now aware of the fact that I am now laying flat on my back on the canvass near the center of the ring. The wild cheering of the crowd has subsided as the ringside physician examines my unconscious hulk. He notes that Kitten's footprint is still clearly visible on my chest. “that is not a good sigh.” he mutters under his breath, “Her footprint should have faded away by now.” His fingers press against the artery at the side of my neck. The voice of the doctor sounds as though it is a hundred miles away as he exclaims in shocked surprise. “Holey Shit!” he gasps, “This big muscle bound bastard is DEAD!”
I expect to hear Kitten utter an agonized cry of shocked dismay. And I expect for her attitude of gloating triumph to turn to an attitude of horrified remorse as she realizes that she has killed a man in the boxing ring. But instead I feel the weight of her foot on my chest once again and I hear her yell an exalted cry of victory as she once again poses triumphantly over me with her arms raised high in the air! I now realize that Kitten is truly the reincarnation of Orithis the Queen of the Amazons. Kitten has knocked out many men before today. But now she is feeling the exalted thrill of power and of triumph like she never had before. For Kitten has killed her first man in the boxing ring!
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His fight with Kitten
Really liked how she didnt care that she killed him in boximg match. Showed her superiority even more.
I remember reading a similar story before Nerraw. I guess you used by bad guy avatar, with a different version of Kitten. Have you gone back to writing stories for a bit?
They say that a picture is worth a thousand words. Well then a thousand words is worth a picture. Sometimes words are needed to record the intricate detail.