"I don't know about you girls," Diana said, "But I for one need some sex now! And after all these little boys I need some real men."

She gave some detailed orders to one of the Amazons, then she walked over to the stage.

"Stop fighting," she commanded.

Both gladiators sank the knifes they were fighting with and looked at the Queen. She herself looked them up and down and appreciated their perfect physiques, the swelling muscles, gleaming with sweat, the mighty chests, rising and falling with heavy breath. She walked her hands over their bodies, feeling the hardness of their muscles and the heat they were radiating. After slipping off their loincloths, she also scrutinized their love organs, which were swelling fast in her hands.

"You," she finally addressed one of them, "Drop your knife."

The man did as he was told.

Diana turned to the other gladiator, pressed herself against him, and kissed him. She wriggled sensually in his arms, and gave him deep French kisses.

"Will you fuck me well?" she huskily whispered into his ear and her hot breath gave him chills of excitement.

"Yes I will, my Queen!"

"You will fuck me hard and long?" she rubbed her abdomen, still clad, hard against his naked groins.

"Oh yes, I will give you all that you can take!"

"Gooood..." she whispered, "But first kill this guy. Stick your knife into his neck. I'll be even hotter for you after I've seen you kill!"

She receded a few steps and looked at him, expectantly.

He didn't hesitate. With a fast, fierce move he rammed the blade of his knife into the throat of his opponent. It went in to the hilt and its tip came out beside the spine. He pulled it out, and hot blood followed the blade, spurting out of the wound at high pressure.

The lethally wounded gladiator opened his mouth widely in shock and surprise, but all that came out of his mouth was a grisly gargling sound. And a gush of blood.

"Well done!" Diana complimented the man of her choice, then she turned around, not bothering to watch the second man's agony.

"I need two further studs," she said, and began scrutinizing the other gladiators who were waiting beside the stage for their turns. Soon she found two specimens that met her demands.

"Come with me," she told the men, "And keep up the fights," she addressed the conducting Amazon, "No interruptions from now on. Fight after fight, random weapons."

She walked away from the stage, followed by three naked men, heading to a place the Amazons had meanwhile prepared for her.

Dennis was hanging upside down, his head about five feet above the ground. Directly beneath him there was a large, white blanket laid out on the grass. It was shimmering silky in the light of the many open fires. After hanging below this thick bough of an old tree for a couple of minutes now, he had somewhat accommodated to see the world upside down.

Anxiously he turned his head around to see what might be coming...he had no clue why he and four other boys had been hung up here in a row. There wasn't much space between them, and he was squirming with discomfort, every time his bare body was touching the naked skin of the guys in front or behind him. The situation was embarrassing. And very scary. He had not seen much of what was happening in the garden when the Amazons had let him out of the palace to this tree and had hoisted him up by his feet, but the noises of the night were scary: A strange, ghostly chorus of unarticulated voices that seemed to come from all sides at the same time, sounding like the distant shrieks of the lost souls in Hell; high clanking of metal smashing on metal; screams of pain and agony; shrill, insane laughter of female voices; the crackling of many huge fires.

Now he noticed that something was moving into his direction. He saw a woman, dressed in an elegant, dark gown coming nearer. Three huge men were following her, all of them stark naked, just as he was himself. The three Amazons who had been lolling near the tree the last minutes, raised and came to attention.

When the group had reached the tree, Dennis realized with great excitement that the woman was Diana, the Queen herself. He had never seen her in person, only knew her from the statues and pictures. Stunned, he stared at her and completely forgot about his own, awkward position and his nakedness. She was even more beautiful than portrayed in the pictures he'd seen. Her ebony hair was darker than black, contrasting amazingly with the shimmering whiteness of her features; her glowing, dark eyes were like an abyss, sucking him in. She looked over the row of hanging boys, and for a second her look rambled over his body--he felt as if a burning torch had been moved over his skin.

Now she did something undreamt of: She took off her clothes. His mouth fell open when he saw her tugging on the belt of her gown...the knot opened, and with it the gown...and she wore nothing under it. Dennis almost couldn't believe it that he was getting a peek of the adorable breasts of his Queen, less than three yards away from his eyes. She let the gown glide down her shoulders, it fell to the ground, and a true Goddess was exposed: Her skin shimmering like a crystal she stood, exuding pride and power and sex. She turned around, facing the three men who had accompanied her, and Dennis admired the perfection of her backside. The curved line of her spine, the elegant arch of her waist and hips, her divine, perfectly shaped buttocks, and her long, lean legs.

"You," he heard her dark voice for the first time when she addressed one of the men, "Lie down on the blanket."

The man did as he was told, and Dennis saw him stretching out beneath himself. He felt very uncomfortable again. What was going to happen here? He wriggled, trying to get the tense out of his back muscles, unwillingly bouncing against the boy behind him.

The Queen, to Dennis utter surprise, stepped to the blanket herself...and lowered herself down onto the man's groins. This can't really happen, he thought. He had heard of this thing...although he'd never done it himself...apparently his Queen was about to have sex! He had never considered that the Queen might practice something like that. Much less, that he'd witness her doing it. But there was no doubt: Diana was sitting on the man now, and his dick was nowhere to be seen anymore. Dennis saw her throwing back her head and heard her moaning as if she was in pain when she made the last inches down. She almost looked up to him, and he saw her eyes narrowing and her lips parting.

Now she began to move herself up and down, and her moans became louder, while her fingernails were scratching across the chest of her lover. Leaving traces there.

This went on for a couple of minutes, and she seemed to become more and more excited, till finally she spoke to one of the Amazons: "Do...the first one!"

Dennis was hanging in the middle of the row; there were two boys in front and two behind him. He couldn't see quite clear what happened, but it was evident, though: Two of the martial girls seized the arms of the boy at the head of the row and pulled them aside, while the third of them drew a very large knife, almost looking like a sword, while she was clasping his head with her left arm. The boy started yelling. He winced and wriggled so fiercely that he caused a wild, general bouncing along the row of hanging bodies.

The desperate screams quickly turned to a gargling noise, then they ceased completely. Dennis didn't see what was happening to the boy, but he saw a thick stream of blood spurting down, most of it splashing on the white blanket, soaking it and forming dark puddles on it. Ample amounts of blood were also spurting on the face and chest of the man, Diana was sitting on.

Dennis was appalled when he realized that the Queen was obviously enjoying it. She accelerated the moves of her pelvis, smashing it down onto the man, her groans turned to cries, and when he was able to see her face for another moment, it had writhed to a grimace of fiendish lust. Then he saw her bending over and slurping the blood from her lover's chest, while more blood was splashing against her neck and tuff.

Turning his eyes away from this display of horror, Dennis saw something lying in the grass beside the blanket. The head of a boy. Staring up to him with wide open, empty eyes.

Dennis lost it. He began crying and struggling out of his mind. So did the other boys who were hanging over the fucking couple.

As he saw, when his eyes returned to the blanket, Diana and the man had changed position. Now she was lying on her back and he was kneeling between her legs, pumping into her, while her legs were resting on his shoulders and her feet were crossed behind his nape.

"Slaughter the next!" he heard the Queen's agitated voice.

Two Amazons were standing at Dennis' side; his shoulders touched the leather of their uniforms as they seized the boy hanging just in front of him. This time he saw it all...and he just couldn't take away his eyes: The gloved arm of the third Amazon clasping the head of the boy...and the horrible blade...and the high pitched cries of the boy were vibrating in his own guts. He saw the blade being slowly moved back and forth, rather sawing than cutting through the neck of the struggling victim; he saw another stream of blood shooting down, this time most of it splashing against Diana's face and breasts...and he saw her closing her eyes and widely opening her mouth, shouting unarticulated noises of pleasure, lustfully swallowing all the blood she could catch.

For the first time, Dennis realized that he himself would probably die very soon. When the grisly blade had gone all the way through his companions neck, when, in a moment of horror, he saw the head dissected from the body and dumped to the ground, only making a low, dull noise when it hit the grass, bouncing two or three times till it came to rest not far away from the first head--that was the moment he grasped that he was the next one in the row.

"NO! NO! NOO!" he screamed. His companions in misfortune had been screaming much the same for quite a while now.

There was a delay below him: The man who was pounding the Queen arched his back and grunted loud. Then his movements froze.

"Get away!" The Queen shouted, kicking the man back, and there was still some jism spurting out of his dick when he hastily stumbled backwards.

"You...come!" Diana pointed at one of the other two gladiators.

He had to lie on the blanket amidst all the puddles of blood, and Diana slowly sat down on his lap, her back to his face. She was groaning again, and now her face looked as if she really stood some pain.

"Now you," she addressed the third man.

He knelt down between the legs of the lying man, facing Diana, and his enormous erection disappeared in the Queen's pussy. Only now, Dennis realized where the dick of the lying man had been buried. Diana and the kneeling gladiator began moving passionately, bouncing their bodies against each other.

"Hold me," Diana murmured huskily. Held by his hands around her waist, she let herself fall behind, her back forming an arch.

Dennis stared down at her, saw her large, soft breasts being shook and swayed with every stroke of the man, and he saw her face that now was within his field of vision. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was wide open, her features expressing an unearthly degree of arousal.

And then her eyes opened...and she looked up at Dennis. While her whole body was continuously shaken by her lover, she bored her look into Dennis eyes. Her lips warped to a sensual and cruel smile. The tip of her tongue slid out and licked over her upper lip.

In her fever of arousal, covered by all the blood from the first tow boys whose corpses were hanging limply in front of Dennis, grinning up to him, Diana looked like something bat out of Hell. Dennis tried to speak, tried to beg for his life, but there came no words over his lips. He just didn't find any words. He was frozen in angst. He tried to transmit his fear and pleading with his eyes--it seemed to work: She grinned even brighter.

"Snatch him!" The Queen finally commanded.

Dennis felt the iron grip of leather-gloved hands at his wrists, twisting his arms back in a most painful way. He struggled the little he could, but he wasn't able to prevent the third of the martial women seizing his head with her arm. The pressure she applied to his forehead and temples was surprising. Then she ripped his head back, thus stretching his exposed throat. He still could see Diana, looking up to him in obvious anticipation. He felt a sharp sting at the right side of his neck, just below his lower jaw. The knife.

Now, eventually, he found back his voice, just to scream single words of fright and horror.

"NOOO!! PLEASE NOT! NOO! NOOOOOO!"

"Harder! Fuck me harder!" he heard Diana grunting, then adding to the Amazon with the knife, "Cut this one...slower...I want to see him struggling...Now gimme his blood!"

Dennis saw her opening her mouth wide in lustful anticipation. He felt the knife being led all the way from ear to ear, carving a line of burning pain across his neck. The pain was bad, but worse was the frenzied panic that was raving through his mind and body. He kept yelling and crying and begging. Despite of it all, it seemed as if his senses were clearer than ever before...he sensed the smell of the leather covering the gloved arm around his head and he smelled the sweat of the Amazons. The image of Diana, wriggling lascively in the arms of her lover, her evil face stained by the blood of his companions, her hair sticking flat at her head by all the blood on it--it all burned into his mind in total clearness. He even could hear the low noise the knife's edge produced as it opened his skin.

Almost playfully and with an elegant swing, the Amazon moved the blade around his neck again, deepening the first cut. He felt how his blood was pouring out. With a mean jerk, she ripped his head even further back and he felt how some tissue in his neck ruptured as a result of it.

"YESSS..." he heard Diana's voice.

The knife was moved through his flesh again, this time not all along the existing incision, but it cut deeper only at a small area at the left side. With a horrible noise one of the sinews in his neck ruptured and the ends twitched back. So did his entire head.

He heard Diana chuckling briefly.

The sting of the knife dug deeper into his neck, and then he saw a thin stream of his own blood squirting down. Diana, as he saw, moved a bit forward to catch it with her body. He saw his blood splashing against her tits and flowing down from there in many small rills. She didn't interrupt the fucking for a moment.

When he realized that the knife now was being moved over his adams apple in a slow, sawing motion, his fright increased even more, and so did his shrieks.

"Yeah...silence him now...more blood, less noise!" he heard Diana say, while the edge of the knife was being worked deeper and deeper into his throat. Then, suddenly, his cries became silent...he was crying on, but he didn't produce any sounds anymore. His yells only echoed through his own mind now. Diana grinned broadly at him.

"No...uuuh...further comments...boy?" she sneered.

The knife cut through another large vessel of his neck, and with another, thicker, stream more of his life was spurting out of him, showering his Queen. Dennis winced and twitched helplessly like a fish on the dry. His mind dazed a bit, till suddenly he couldn't breath anymore. Ridden by panic he desperately tried to inhale, but his lungs only filled with liquid. He choked and coughed, and spit out large quantities of blood. The blade cut on. Another violent jerk at this head, more tissue was rupturing.

"Fast now! Gimme...his head!"

Dennis realized the meaning of the words with the last bit of consciousness left in him. No more choking...he didn't breath anymore...now he felt the blade at the inner side of his spine. And cutting through it. Then everything hurled wildly around him and his view blurred. He had no clear thought left in him, just an encompassing feeling of absolute horror.

He felt something at his lips. Somehow focusing his eyes one last time he stared directly into Diana's eyes. She was kissing him. Holding him by his ears.

"You...still must...ooooh...be a bit alive..." her voice was audible, very close to him.

Her face disappeared out of his quickly narrowing field of view. All he still saw was a tree, then nothing but blackness. While his mind faded, the last thing he perceived was her voice, whispering directly into his ear.

"You die now...for...me..."

Then he was dead.

Annie found Diana resting under the tree, amid an untidy heap of bodies, formed by her and the three gladiators. The scenery looked like an open-air slaughterhouse: The blanket had turned to something like a dark morass, and all four naked bodies stretched out on it were soaked with blood. Directly above them five headless corpses were dangling, their arms hanging down limply, their fingertips only a foot or two above the Queen and her studs...it looked as if they were desperately reaching out for them. Odd blobs of thick, sticky blood were still dripping down from the stumps of the necks, splashing on the group below. As Annie saw, there were also a couple of heads lying in the grass.

"Seems, you had a lot of fun," she said to her friend, gloating at the hanging carcasses. Patting the buttocks of one of them she added, "And I bet, you had a lot of fun, too."

"Mmmm?" Diana opened her eyes, "Oh, Annie..."

"You wanne hang around here the rest of the night? Or shall we take a walk down to the dungeons beneath your palace?"

"Yeah...sure...just let me take a bath before...I feel somewhat sticky..."

"Yeah," Annie laughed, "You need a little water indeed! Let's take a bath in the pond."

Diana stood up, her knees slightly shaky, and joined Annie. None of them threw a look back at the gladiators or the corpses when they were walking back to the pond.

"Were these guys performing so well that you let them stay alive?" Annie asked.

"Oh, they were okay. But of course they have to die, though. The Amazons should be taking care of that right now."

"I love your attitude," Annie snickered.

Both women jumped into the pond, while the accompanying Amazons stopped waiting at the waterside.

The water was pleasant--as everything was in Diana's world. Refreshing, but not cold. They idly swam and drifted under the light of the moon, relaxing, cooling, and cleaning their heated and blood-smeared bodies.

"Hey, we haven't killed anyone for minutes!" Annie jested after a while.

"Oh. Yeah, you're right...lets have some guys killed," Diana replied. She shouted some commands at the Amazons at the brink of the pond.

A minute later they had herded another crowd of young victims to the pond. Two of the Amazons seized one of the young men and walked into the water, tugging their struggling pray with them. They stopped when the water reached their middle thighs. It was deep enough, yet, for their purpose: Each of them was holding one of the boy's arms, twisting it to his back, and then they plunged his head under water.

Diana and Annie were inertly hovering in the water few yards away, watching as the boy's legs were hectically beating the surface of the water, making a lot of noise and splashing a lot of water. It didn't help him much. After about two minutes his body became stiff, then flaccid. The Amazons held him under water for another half minute, then released him. The body disappeared under the surface for a moment, then resurfaced, drifting face-under. The Amazons gave him a little push, making him float ahead the ladies, then they walked back and seized the next victim, this time a girl, for the same procedure.

For half an hour Diana and Annie indulged in the pleasure of watching the drownings, then both of them felt like seeking for other forms of entertainment. Ten corpses were swimming in the pond by then. When they stepped out of the water, fifteen other youths were still kept by the Amazons.

"Shall we proceed those too, milady?" one of them asked the Queen.

Diana frowned.

"Of course! I don't have to personally watch each execution, right?"

Walking away with Annie, she grumbled, "They just don't get it...sometimes getting someone killed without watching it is even more fun."

"You're so right, darling! But don't forget they are only soldiers...they don't know about subtle pleasures," Annie agreed, "By the way, where is Donna?"

"I don't know..." Diana replied, "Let's look for her."

They found Donna at a corner of the area where a large boulder with a flat surface was sitting. Donna didn't notice them coming since she was absorbed with what she was doing at the moment: She was standing in front of the boulder and one of the gladiators was standing behind her, holding her stout hips with his hands while he fucked her butt. She was holding the long handle of a sledgehammer with both hands. She swung it back and then smashed it down--onto the back of the head of a black man whose face was forced down onto the surface of the boulder. The noise it made when the hammer smashed the scull made even Diana squirm. The man only squealed for a split second before he fell silent. Brain and blood and splinters of bone were flying.

As Diana and Annie noticed, there were a couple of corpses of black men with smashed heads lying beside the stone.

"God...she's brutal..." Diana mumbled.

"Yeah...but each to their likes," Annie replied.

"Donna, care having a look at the dungeons under the palace with us?"

Only now the blonde noticed her friends.

"Naaaah...this here is too much fun...and I wanne do all these niggers!" She waved her hand vaguely over a pretty large group of men, all of them shacked with their hands at their backs, held in kneeling positions by Amazons. "But maybe I'll join you after I've given these fucks what they deserve."

"Sure...see you later," Diana said.

When they walked on, they heard the next dull crash behind themselves.

"Hmmm...I dunno...somehow I find her stupid racism obnoxious," Diana mumbled.

"Oh c'mon! Does it matter what kind of guys she's slaying? As long as she's slaying some at all she's my friend," Annie replied.

"Well, right you are...doesn't matter much indeed."

Accompanied by the usual corona of Amazons and maids they reached a stair, build of stone, leading from the pavilion down to the underground.

Walking down the large stair, they noticed that it became remarkably warmer and the air became somewhat stuffy, filled with all sorts of animal scents. It wasn't much brighter than it had been in the nightly park, and the light was of the same nature: Open fires from torches, casting the women's flickering shadows against the walls. Reaching the bottom of the stair, they found themselves in a small hall, opening into several corridors.

"Now what do we want to see first?" Diana asked, "The dungeons? Or shall we pay a visit to the animals?"

"Hmm...let's go feed the animals first!" Annie suggested.

"Fine with me," Diana agreed, "Lead us to the zoo," she told one of the Amazons. On her own, she would get lost in the labyrinths under her palace.

Walking along one of the corridors that looked as old as if it had been build many centuries ago, they noticed an eerie hubbub of distant noises, echoing from the walls.

"Eeww...this is a creepy place..." Annie noted, "It's like one was walking down Hell."

Diana smiled proudly. "That's what it was supposed to be like!"

"It has something...something exciting about it...I dunno...being so deep in the underground...it's as if even God couldn't see you here. I kinda feel even more shameless as normally--if that would be possible!" She giggled, "It is as if this gloomy ambience was inciting all sorts of cruel and depraved ideas."

"Yes, I know what you mean...and I for one do not intend to resist any of these ideas!" Diana stated.

As they were walking on, the scents they smelled turned to stench--heavy, massive reek of wild animals was filling the air. And they heard their voices: The growling, roaring, and snarling of many big animals. Predatory animals.

The corridor ended at a location, so impressive it rendered Annie speechless for a while. It was a natural cave, larger than a baseball stadium. It wasn't dark, on the contrary: It was almost as bright within the cave as it was at a cloudy day outside. Annie realized that the light was emitting from the walls and the ceiling of the cave that was formed like a kind of a natural dome. The rock was grown through with veins of something bright, looking like quartz, and it was emitting a ghostly light.

"Wow, that's amazing!" Annie remarked.

She realized that they were not at the bottom of the cave. Actually, they were at a kind of balcony about five yards above the ground. This balcony lead all around the wall of the cave, with some stairs leading down to the ground. She leaned over the balustrade and looked down. As she saw, the bottom of the cave was divided into several large enclosures. There was one area, designed like a savannah, inhabited by a huge pray of lions, maybe fifty of them, as Annie estimated. Some smaller areas with single tigers in them. There was a pit full of snakes. One enclosure was inhabited by polar bears, half of it consisting of a large water pool. There was a separate pool without any animals visible. A couple of huge gators were lying motionless in the water of another area. And there was one enclosure in the mid of the cave that was filled with humans. They were lying or cowering on the ground, dressed in rags.

To be continued...