The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse
From out of the east they rode. Four brutal Warlords who were bent on destroying all that was in their path. So great was the destruction and devastation that these four men had spread upon the land that they were called the four horsemen of the Apocalypse.
The leader of the four horsemen of the Apocalypse was known only as War. He stood a full seven feet tall and he weighed three hundred and ten pounds. He cut down all who stood against him with his massive two handed broadsword. The word “WAR” was tattooed across his broad muscular chest in bold black letters.
The second member of the four horsemen of the Apocalypse was known as Famine. He stood six foot nine inches tall, and he weighed two hundred and eighty pounds. His skill with a sword was second only to that of his leader, War. He had earned his name Famine because it was his custom to set fire to the crops of all lands that he and his three comrades in arms had devastated. Thus were the few survivors of the initial slaughter faced with a slow death from starvation as these four brutal men moved on to new conquests. The word “FAMINE” was tattooed across this man's massive chest in bold dark blue letters.
The third of the four horsemen of the Apocalypse was called Pestilence. He stood six foot seven inches tall, and he had weighed two hundred seventy pounds. His skill and ferocity with his deadly war ax was the equal to his fellow Famine. He had earned the name Pestilence because it was his custom to spread the Bubonic Plague throughout the land by contaminating the water supply. Thus were those few who survived the initial slaughter and who did not starve to death doomed to die a horrible death from the plague. He proudly wore the word “PESTILENCE” tattooed across his big bull chest in bold black letters.
Instead of a sword or war ax the last member of the four horsemen of the Apocalypse carried a farmer's scythe that he had cleverly modified into a deadly weapon. And instead of riding upon a black charger as did his fellows, this man rode upon a white horse. And so many hundreds of men did this fierce barbarian warrior slay with his strange weapon that he was known as Death. He stood six foot nine inches tall, and he weighed two hundred and eighty six pounds. The word “DEATH” was tattooed across this man's burly chest in crimson red letters.
War and his three comrades in arms had seemed to be invincible as they rode across the vast plains slaughtering men, women, and children alike. Their enormous size and strength, and their bulging hard muscles made them invincible of all who stood in their path. And each man commanded an army of two thousand brutal barbarian warriors. Thus did an army of eight thousand men march on foot behind the four horsemen of the Apocalypse. But the one thing that had made War totally fearless was the prophecy of Soth-Amon, the evil high priest of the great God Odin. For Soth-Amon had prophesied that no MAN and no number of MEN would ever vanquish the four horsemen to the Apocalypse upon the field of battle.
At last the four horsemen of the Apocalypse came to the Thermadon river, and thus did these men come to the border of the gynarchy of Amazonia. During their march of destruction these men had heard stories of the fierce warrior women who occupied this land. The voice of War was full of mirthful scorn and contempt, and he thumped his massive chest with a clenched fist as he spoke to his three fellows.
“We have come to the land that is ruled and defended only by WOMEN! This will be a land of easy conquest, and what ever treasure that me may find here will be ours for the taking. For the MEN of this land are not even MAN enough to keep their WOMEN IN THEIR PLACE!”
War and his three companions laughed with arrogant contempt for the people of this land as they rode ahead of their warriors and across a shallow part of the river. But as they crossed the border of the Amazon Empire they were greeted by a sight that was somewhat unnerving even to these four brutal hardened killers. For lined along the border of the Amazon nation in various stages of decomposition were the severed heads of about a hundred men impaled upon sharpened stakes. The heads of many of these men had their own severed testicles stuffed in their mouths. And nailed to the stake just under the head of each man was a small sign upon which was written in the language of the northern barbarians the word “RAPIST”. Also there was a much larger sign there on the beach, and upon this sign written in the language of the northern barbarians were the following words.
“Rapists, Robbers, Bullies, and all other such male scum! Behold the fate of men of
your ilk who have come here to force the proud and free women of the Amazon
nation to wear the chains of male domination and oppression! Return to your homeland
in peace while you still can! Or else you too shall end your brutal career as and
oppressor of women with a foot of an Amazon warrior upon your chest!
The four horsemen of the Apocalypse laughed in scorn as Pestilence tore down the sign and he destroyed it. These men had no fear to such threats. For did not Soth-Amon, the mighty high priest of the great God Odin proclaim that no MAN and no number of MEN would ever vanquish the four horsemen of the Apocalypse upon the field of battle? Then how could mere women possible stop such men in their coarse of devastation and destruction? The intent of these men to ravish the beloved homeland of the women of Amazonia remained undaunted. War dismounted from his black charger and he set foot upon the land of Amazonia and he proclaimed.
“I hereby claim this land in the name of the four horsemen of the Apocalypse! Henceforth, all people who live on this land shall be our property and our slaves!”
Then War mounted his mighty war horse and the four Warlords proceded further into the land that they had claimed. But the four horsemen of the Apocalypse did not even ride beyond the beach before they found that their path was blocked by an army of three thousand warrior women. The four Warlords dismounted from their horses and War stepped forward so that he stood three paces in front of his three comrades in arms. He beat his massive chest with clenched fists as a macho challenge to the hosts of the Amazon army. The sound of his fists beating against his massive chest was like that of a base war drum that could be heard throughout the ranks of the Amazon women as he yelled his arrogant challenge to the women of the Amazon Nation.
“Let any woman who has the courage to come forth to face in single man to woman hand to hand combat step forward to fight me now! If she can triumph over me, and if she can slay me, Then all of the men that you see standing upon that yonder shore shall be the slaves of the women of the Amazon Nation. Henceforth, these men shall serve you and they shall OBEY you in all things. But if I triumph over her, and if I slay her, then the once so proud and arrogant women of the Amazon Empire shall be our slaves!”
A single Amazon rode forward from the hosts of the Amazon army on the back of a light brown mare in order to accept War's challenge. A naked male who was nearly as large as War himself walked at the woman's stirrup. The way that this man at her heel with his head bowed in a posture of humility made it obvious that he was her slave. His hard throbbing erection revealed him to be a man who was born to be a woman's slave. War looked upon the woman and her male slave with great contempt and there was much scorn as he spoke to the Amazon.
“So you have brought a MAN to fight your battle for you! Do you think that this man can defeat me, when he is not even MAN enough to keep his woman in her place? I will kill your man! Then I will FUCK you right here upon the field of battle in front of everyone before I slit your throat with my dagger, and I leave your lifeless carcass to serve as food for the jackals!”
“DOWN!”, the Amazon demanded tersely. The slave got down on his hands and knees besides the horse, and his Mistress stepped on his back as she dismounted. “STAND”, she commanded him. Though his head was bowed in a posture of humiliation and shame, this man still towered above she who spoke to him as though he were a dog. She then handed her slave the reigns of her horse. “BEGONE!” she barked tersely. With his head bowed in a posture of humility the big man obediently lead the horse back towards the hosts of the Amazon army. The young Amazon then turned her attention towards her male foe.
As the Amazon stepped forward to accept War's challenge, he saw that she was a young girl who moved with extraordinary grace and beauty. War's penis began to stiffen as he gazed lustfully upon her firm round breasts and her voluptuous figure. She was a small woman who stood five foot one inch tall, and who weighed one hundred and ten pounds. She was dressed in the traditional Amazon fashion with a short skirt that revealed her shapely legs and bare feet. Her garment went only over one shoulder leaving one magnificent breast exposed to War's leering view. She was armed with the traditional double edged Amazon war ax labrys. Her beautiful face bore and expression of haughty pride, great courage, and fierce determination. War beat his massive chest with his fists in an attempt to intimidate her, and he roared his words at her as though he was an ogre.
“What is the name of this uppity little cunt who dares to defy the mighty four horsemen of the Apocalypse? It is such a pity that I must impale such a lovely young girl like you with my SWORD rather than with my PENIS!”
The young Amazon reacted to his crude sexual slur with an air of haughty contempt. It was obvious from her reply that she was not intimidated either by his arrogant macho threats and chest beating or by the fact that he stood nearly three feet taller than she, but that she regarded him as her inferior, and that she intended to treat him as such. There was a tone of arrogant defiance as she answered his question. “You big lumbering fool!”, the Amazon replied to him. “As you and your three fellows knee down to kiss the feet of Aretmis, the great war Goddess of the Amazons, be sure that you tell her that it was Lykopis the Amazon who slew you! Lykopis means She Wolf in the language of the Greeks. And Lykopis is the name that a mighty Greek champion had called me by as he lay dying upon the field of battle and as I stood over him with my foot placed firmly upon his massive chest!”
War was enraged that this that this uppity little female would dare to talk to a MAN in such a rude and disrespectful manner. And he was enraged that this lying female would claim to have killed a MAN in fair combat upon the field of battle. War thumped his chest with a clenched fist as he spoke to the young female who stood so arrogantly before him.
“You arrogant little cunt! I will strike you down! But before I slay you, each of us four horsemen of the Apocalypse will take our turn with you! And each of us will take our pleasure from you, and we will sow our wild seed in you! Then I will slit your throat with my dagger, and I will feed your carcass to the vultures and the jackals! Then each one of my men will place his rough callused foot upon the slender neck of each woman of the Amazon Nation to indicate that she is now his property and his slave!”
Even as War spoke to the Amazon, Famine, Pestilence, and Death stealthily moved themselves around so that the four Warlords had surrounded Lykopis on all four sides. Famine who had stood directly behind the Amazon, struck at her from behind. The vicious stroke of his sword would have taken off the Amazon's head had she not deftly ducked under it. At the same time, she struck him in the groin with an upwards swing of her war ax. As the big man pitched forward, Lykopis stepped aside, and she buried her ax in the back of his head. Famine fell face down at her feet as though he had been struck by the hammer of Thor. The Amazon had placed her foot upon the back of the dead man's neck as she pulled her war ax from his skill.
War, Pestilence, and Death just stood there with a dumbfounded expression on their faces as the Amazon kicked the carcass of the big man over on it's back. Then the hosts of the Amazon army gave Lykopis a thunderous ovation as she stepped forward and she placed her foot upon his chest as she raised her war ax high in the air in token of victory. There was a smug expression of gloating triumph on the Amazon's beautiful face as she spoke directly to War. The THREE horsemen of the Apocalypse?” she asked him, “It doesn't quite have the right ring to it, does it? She shook Famine's chest vigorously with her foot in order to goad the men into attacking her. Pestilence was the first man to snap out of his temporary paralysis. He charged recklessly upon the Amazon swinging his war ax wildly as he screamed at his tormentrix.
“You fucking cunt! You have slain one of the four horsemen of the Apocalypse! Now you DIE , cunt!”
Lykopis parried the stroke of Pestilence's war ax with hers, and at the same time she kicked him in his testicles. As the big man doubled over in pain the She Wolf took him out of the fight with one deft stroke of her double edged war ax. The dying man fell to his knees and the Amazon placed her foot upon his chest and she shoved him over on his back so that he and his fellow, Famine, lay side by side upon the sand.
The She Wolf faced towards the women of the Amazon Nation as she stood with one foot upon the chest of Famine and with her other foot upon the chest of Pestilence. The hosts of the Amazon women gave Lykopis a thunderous ovation as she raised her war ax in token of victory. The barbarian warriors of the four horsemen had started to become demoralized as they saw that two of their mighty leaders had been slain by the hand of a mere woman. Lykopis looked directly towards War. “Two men are down!”, she said to him, “There are just two more men to slay!”
The two remaining men attacked She Wolf simultaneously. War swung his sword at the Amazon's neck, and at the same time Death struck at her knees with his deadly scythe. It was necessary for the agile Amazon to simultaneously duck under the sword and for her to leap over the scythe. She then delivered a stomping kick to War's chest that sent him staggering backwards.
Lykopis parried the stroke of Death's scythe with her war ax. Remembering what had happened to Pestilence in a similar situation, Death guarded his testicles with his left hand. But the Amazon delivered a devastating kick just under the big man's chin. As the heel of her bare foot struck the under side of Death's chin, his jaw was slammed shut so forcefully that he bit off his own tongue, and his head was snapped back with such force that his neck was broken. He fell back across the carcasses of Famine and Pestilence.
She Wolf placed her foot firmly upon Death's massive chest, and she coldly regarded the last remaining foe. She could see that War's courage was about to flee from him even as the lowly male jackal would flee from the fierce Tigress in the jungle. The Amazon cast aside her deadly war ax and she goaded War into attacking her. “Is the mighty War going to flee from an unarmed woman in terror as his own warriors look on in disillusionment and contempt?”, she had asked him smugly. Lykipis could see the indecision on War's frightened face. She knew that there was a battle in progress inside his mind. It was the war between his male ego and his masculine pride and his desire to save face in front of his men on the one side, and his terror of this small woman who had slain his three companions on the other. He had looked across the river at his men who were demoralized to the point that they were on the verge of fleeing from the field of battle. Then he had looked upon the hosts of the now wildly cheering warrior women. And at last he looked upon the fierce Amazon heroine as she stood triumphant over the carcasses of his three fellow Warlords with her foot still placed so arrogantly upon the broad muscular chest of the man who lay topmost upon upon the heap. It looked as though his fear was winning the battle and Lykopis feared that it would be necessary for her to run him down. But then War had remembered the words of Soth-Amon, the evil priest of the great God Odin. Suddenly War's face lit up with the fires of rage and he brandished his sword and he advanced upon his female enemy as he spoke to her.
“The mighty Soth-Amon, the all powerful and all knowing high priest of Odin has proclaimed that no MAN or number of MEN shall ever vanquish the four horsemen of the Apocalypse upon the field of battle! And certainly no fucking female cunt is ever going to get the better of me!
Lykopis retreated from her pile of kills as her enemy had advanced upon her while swinging his sword in a figure eight motion. Suddenly the Amazon had stumbled over a piece of driftwood and she fell to the sand upon her back. And before she could regain her feet, her big brutal enemy had advanced upon her and he planted his huge callused foot heavily upon her breast, and with an expression of gloating triumph upon his mad face, he had raised his sword to deliver the killing blow.
Suddenly the Amazon had drawn her dagger and she had flung it up at War with all of her might. Her aim had been perfect and her dagger had struck her enemy point first just under his chin. It pierced his skull and penetrated his brain. War's eyes had glazed over in death and he had staggered back towards the bodies of his three fellow Warlords. The Amazon had sprung to her feet and she retrieved her double edged war ax. She advanced upon her now dying foe as he had stood tottering on shaky legs before her. “FOOL!”, she had said to him, “Soth-Amon had said that no MAN shall ever vanquish you! But you have been slain by the hand of a WOMAN! Then Lykipis had pressed her index finger against War's massive chest and he fell back upon the pile of his three comrades.
The four horsemen of the Apocalypse then lay in a neat pile like cord wood stacked before a winter's fireplace. Famine and Pestilence lay side by side upon their backs upon the sand. Death then lay upon his back across the carcasses of these two men. At last, War lay upon his back across the carcass of Death, and his feet had dangled down into the faces of Famine and Pestilence.
The hosts of the Amazon women gave their heroine a tremendous ovation as she advanced and she had placed her foot firmly upon War's massive bull chest and she had raised her war ax high in the air in token of victory. As she had stood in this classical pose of victory, she had looked to the eight thousand men who stood on the other side of the Thermadon river. These men appeared to be totally demoralized as they saw that their four leaders had been killed by a woman. And as Lykopis had stood triumphant over the carcasses of her kills, and with her foot planted upon the chest of he who had lain topmost upon the heap, she had yelled her challenge to the barbarian warriors who had stood upon the opposite shore. “BEHOLD!”, she had cried to them, “Your mighty leaders, the four horsemen of the Apocalypse are DEAD! Let any man who wishes to avenge their deaths come forth to fight me now!”
No man had moved a muscle except to lower his eyes to the beach in order to avoid her piercing, overpowering gaze. Lykopis changed her stance so that she had stood with her right foot upon the chest of Death, and with her left foot upon the chest of War. And she had uttered a new challenge to the men of the barbarian army. “Lit any man who wishes to fight me remain standing on his feet!”, she had cried to them in a voice that was both sweet and feminine, and at the same time stern and commanding, “All other men will KNEEL!”
All eight thousand men threw down their weapons and fell to their knees as one. For no man had the courage to face this Amazon Heroine who had slain the four horsemen in fair combat upon the field of battle. These men who had no sooner fallen to their knees than the Amazon continued her terse challenge to them. “and bow down his head to the ground in token of his total and unconditional surrender to the women of the Amazon army, and to the principals of FEMALE SUPREMACY over the male!”
The heads of eight thousand men all struck the ground with one thumping sound. And with an exhalted cry of victory, the women of the totally triumphant Amazon army had waded across the Thermadon river, and they had advanced upon the ranks of the hapless kowtowing males. And each Amazon had placed a wet, sandy foot upon the neck of a man that she desired to own as her property and as her slave.
Lykopis the She Wolf had then stood with both her arms raised high in the air towards the domain of her Goddess, and with both her bare feet on top of War's massive chest and as she had lead her sister warrior women in an exalted paean of victory to Artemis, the great war goddess of the Amazons. This paean of victory was absolutely magnificent in it's savage beauty and power. It told of the superiority of woman over man, and of her Goddess given right to be dominant over him. And it told of the glory of woman's ultimate triumph over man in the age old battle of the sexes. And these were not just meaningless empty words Lykopis and her sister Amazons had chanted. For Lykopis had stood upon the massive chest of he who had been a giant of a man who had stood nearly three feet taller than she, and who had weighed nearly three times her weight, as she had chanted these glorious words. She had stood upon a pile of four burly brutal men that she had fairly slain in single combat upon the field of battle as she had chanted these magnificent words of victory. And each of her sister Amazons had stood with her foot upon the neck of a once proud and arrogant, but now totally conquered and humiliated man as she had chanted these exalted words of triumph.
Just as the triumphant warrior women had finished their exalted paean of victory, She Wolf had raised her war ax high in the air. At that moment there was a roar of thunder, and the head of her war ax was struck by a bolt of lightning. The lightning glanced off the ax head and it struck the ground at an angle. The women of Amazonia cheered wildly as they took this bolt of lightning to be a sign from the Goddess Artemis that the scourge of War, Famine, Pestilence, and Death had been removed from the earth for ten thousand years.
And Lykopis the Amazon had then placed her foot upon the chest of each of the four men that she had killed, and she had loped off his head with her labrys. Then the triumphant heroine placed her foot once again upon the broad muscular chest of War's headless carcass. Holding the heads of Death and Famine by their hair in her left hand, and holding the heads of War and Pestilence in the same manner in her right hand, She Wolf held the heads of the four horsemen of the Apocalypse high in the air for all to see. And it came to pass that there was much joy and celebration among the women of the Amazon nation.
But Lykopis knew that the world had not seen the last of evil men such as the four horsemen of the Apocalypse. And in due time the Amazon Empire fell and the evil male dominated Roman Empire rose up in it's place. And many centuries would pass before the foot of the woman would once again trample upon the neck of the man. For there would be a dark age of MALE SUPREMACY that would last for thousands of years. And the foolish incompetent of men over women would bring war, famine, pestilence, and death, and much misery upon the people of the earth. And after a period of ten thousand years the four horsemen of the Apocalypse would return once again to plague the daughters of the Amazon Nation.
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