The Lioness and the Black Widow 16

Lavinia clutched the handle of the machete with both hands as she raised it above her head. I looked at her standing above me; her mutilated and disfigured face concealed by the black and red mask. She looked like a Goddess of War and in a way, I was content knowing that the sight of her standing again, powerful, violent and glorious; I was content knowing I would leave this earth with that image of her burned into my soul. I would take a part of her with me to eternity.

I watched her bring down the machete, slicing through the neck of the woman who restrained my left ankle. Before I felt her head fall between my thighs, Lavinia had decapitated the woman holding my other ankle. Then my eyes were filled with blood and I couldn’t see anything. I heard the screams. The hands restraining my wrists loosened their grip. I thought I would drown in under the fountain of blood. Two of the headless corpses fell on top of me, pinning me to the ground. Blinded by the women’s blood, deafened by the sounds of the battle taking place around me; I chose to just play dead.

Someone pulled me from the pile of bodies and wiped my eyes. When my vision returned, I saw Damijana kneeling over me. She helped me to my feet. The carnage left me nauseated and astounded. I struggled to stay standing, repeating, “Don’t faint, don’t faint, don’t faint,” to myself in my head. Almost half the crowd was lying on the floor, many of them scattered in pieces. The Duchess, Black Sally, Antigone and Anna were wading through the bodies, hacking away with machetes, butchering anything that moved. I saw, and smelled, the stinking, decayed abominations who Lavinia had raised. They tore away at the flesh of the dead with their teeth. One woman cried out, begging to be killed, as she was eaten alive by the monster.

The remaining Amazons stood watching the slaughter of their sisters in silence. Lavina and Medea had four women kneeling on the floor, their hands bound behind their backs. Medea looked to the remaining Amazons and declared, “This is a new day. The old ways are no more. I am now Matriarch of the Amazons. If any of you wish to refute that, do it now. As you can see, I will be implementing some changes. If you can’t handle these changes, you can go kneel in line with your sisters and be sacrificed to the Goddess.”

A tall, attractive dark-skinned woman stepped forward. She looked like she was from somewhere in Africa or the Caribbean. She spoke like she had lived in America all her life. The woman asked, “Who will sit Second-Chair?”

Medea smiled and replied, “You will Diana. You and Anna will both hold Second-Chair positions.”

One of the bound and kneeling women blurted out, “You’re going to destroy everything Medea! Everything that so many have fought and suffered and died for; you’re going to just burn it all to the ground. You’re not a Matriarch Medea. You’re not an Amazon, you’re not even a woman.”

Diana moved to approach the woman. Medea held her back, glaring at the woman who’d insulted her through narrowed eyes. Medea demanded, “Get her on her feet and bring her here.” Anna grabbed the woman by the arms, jerked her to her feet and shoved her toward Medea. The woman fell flat her on face at Medea’s feet. Medea grabbed her by the hair, lifting her head; she looked the woman in the eyes, drew her dagger and declared, “This is what’s wrong with the world. The majority of the violence, conflict and bloodshed could be avoided if people like this knew when to keep their mouths shut. What? Will she be a martyr for defying me? Simply because she threw out some words? No! I will not allow anyone in this house to win with words, what can only be won by action, suffering and struggle.

“When I was Second-Chair, I sat by and watched her cowardice at work, her and her faction. They assault and assassinate with their tongues, because they lack the courage and skill to do it with their hands.” Medea tilted her head to the side and smiled at the woman, “Your words are empty because you are unable to stand behind them. I can make you take those back, exposing your sentiment, your existence and your words for what they really are…meaningless. Now take back what you said and apologize to me for your stupidity. Then, I will allow you to return to your place in line.”

The woman yelled, “FUCK YOU! I wish I could be there on the day you die.”

“Well, unless you’ve got a magic lantern stashed in your skirt, your wish doesn’t amount to much. Does it?” Medea pulled the woman to her feet by the hair. Anna stood behind the woman and held her arms. Medea sliced open the woman’s blouse, then she sliced through the strap between the cups on the woman’s bra. Her little pink nipples stood hard and erect on her medium-breasts. My cock hardened when I saw the woman’s thick, creamy thighs, after Medea cut her skirt off. She sliced off the woman’s panties. Then she stood back, her eye’s ran over the woman’s naked body. Medea licked her lips.

Diana and a woman from crowd each grabbed one of the victim’s legs. They pulled them apart, lifting the woman off her feet. Medea stood between her thighs. The woman jerked around screaming. Her face turned a deep shade of red, then tightened and contorted itself into an agonized mask that not only expressed the pain its owner was experiencing; it made one agonize over the immense amount pain and suffering inherent in the human condition.

Medea tossed a piece flesh on the floor. I saw the hairs, the blood, the pink meat. I vomited. The woman’s screams filled the bunker, creating a nerve-jarring cacophony of tortured echoes rebounding off the concrete walls. Medea shouted, “TAKE IT BACK! You will give in eventually anyway. You know it. I’m gonna take this blade and shove it in your pussy. Then I’m gonna tunnel my up into your stomach. Your uterus, bladder, intestines; all that shit is gonna be right there on the floor. Now apologize for your stupidity and acknowledge the meaninglessness of your words.”

The woman spit at Medea, hitting her on the cheek and shoulder. Medea let out a ferocious roar and shoved the dagger into the woman’s vagina. The victim’s screams were even louder, combined with heart-wrenching sobs. Medea slid the dagger in and out of the woman’s vagina while yelling, “TAKE IT BACK! BITCH TAKE IT BACK!” A stream of blood flowed from the victim’s genitals, mixing with the blood of her fallen sisters.

The woman screamed out, “I TAKE IT BACK! I TAKE IT BACK!” Tears poured from her eyes, “Please Medea, please kill me now. I TAKE IT BACK!” She sobbed hysterically. Medea pulled the dagger out, grabbed the woman’s right breast with her free hand and sliced it off with the dagger. The woman convulsed violently. She no longer screamed. She just gasped and seemed to struggle for breath, her saucer-sized eyes fixed on the ceiling. Medea sliced off the woman’s breast, tossed it on the pile of bodies and severed parts, then she proceeded to slice off the other one. The woman lost consciousness. Medea sliced off the victim's face, then they tossed her on the pile still breathing.

One of the kneeling women cried. Medea looked at her and said, “You should be happy. She isn’t worthy to be consumed, so we just tossed her on the trash heap. Her meat is only fit for the dogs.” I looked over in disgust at the abominations feeding on the bodies. Medea continued, “You're fortunate in that you will not share the same fate as your sister. I've always had respect for you, even though we often disagreed. It will be an honor to consume your meat and strengthen myself on your suffering.” The crying woman shook her head and clenched her eyes shut tight. Her two sisters, bound and kneeling beside her, remained stoic, staring straight ahead.

The Duchess looked to Medea and asked, “Do you have somewhere else we can take these three? I want to enjoy this. The smell in here is distracting me and I’m tired of standing on limbs.”

Medea smiled, “Does The Duchess have delicate sensibilities?”

“Fuck you Medea! And I’m confident that I can’t be compelled to take that back.”

“We have a smaller bunker down here, some of the girls use it as a dungeon from time to time. Would that setting be more conducive to your enjoyment?”

“Sure, whatever the fuck that means. Let’s just go to the dungeon.”