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This story is a new departure for me, let's call it an experiment, it is 
extremely violent and contains depictions of torture, mutilation and sexual 
molestation.
This story remains the copyright of the author and may not be reproduced on 
any fee-paying site without my express permission.



The Warriors
DurtyLady


They were thirty in number and they rode into the settlement just before 
dawn, their horses scattering dogs and chickens before them, burning brands 
were tossed onto some of the thatched roofs of the huts and soon many were 
aflame.
Women and children ran out of the burning dwellings, screaming, while their 
men folk snatched whatever weapons came to hand. But they were no match for 
the experienced and well-armed warriors. One by one the men were cut down, 
swords flashing in the firelight, blood running in the dirt as the warriors 
hacked and cut their way through the brave but futile resistance.
Awakened by the screams, one woman ran out of her hut into the path of the 
leader's huge white warhorse. Without breaking stride, the mighty hooves 
crushed her skull like glass, and her body was left trampled and broken in 
the mud.
By the second pass through the village, all resistance was over; bloody 
bodies lay everywhere, and the sounds of the wounded could be heard above 
the crackling of the flames.
The leader surveyed the scene and despatched two warriors to finish off the 
wounded and very soon their cries were silenced.
The terrified survivors were herded into two cattle pens, men and boys in 
one, women and girls in the other. They stood, in two groups, huddled 
together, shaking with terror, the children crying, and the women sobbing. 
Only the men were silent, staring defiantly at their captors.
The leader of the marauders dismounted from the great war horse and walked 
over to the cattle pens eyeing the captives, sizing them up. This was 
obviously a poor village, but they would find enough food to replenish their 
depleted stocks, and maybe at the same time, find some gold.
As the leader approached the captives, a collective gasp went up. Standing 
before them, in full armour, was a tall beautiful woman, beautiful but 
battle hardened.
She turned and called her warriors to her, and like her, they too were all 
women, some were scarred, and all were bloodied from the battle.
Turning back to the villagers she addressed them, "I am Vanya! You belong to 
me now! Your lives belong to me! Your bodies belong to me! I own your souls! 
If you want to live, you will obey me and my warriors without question! Is 
that clear?"
Silence.
"I said, is that Clear"
The villagers began to mutter, the men folk couldn't believe that women had 
bested them.
"DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"
Still no reply.
Vanya said something to three of her warriors and with a nod they ran into 
the women's pen brandishing their swords. At the front of the crowd a small 
girl of about 8 was clutching her mother's skirts. Without a word, they 
snatched her up and ran back out, delivering the child to their leader.
Vanya rested her hand on the child's shoulder, "Now, peasants, watch and 
learn" she shouted to them her voice cold with fury at their defiance.
Nodding to two of her warriors, they lifted the girl between them and 
stripped her naked, the girl child shivered in the cold dawn light, 
frightened and confused.
The warrior queen grabbed the child's long dirty hair and pulled her head 
back, exposing her throat to the captive villagers, "You WILL obey me!" she 
cried, and with that, sliced through the exposed throat with her razor edged 
sword. The girl's mother let out a piercing scream and fainted in the mud. 
The child's blood fountained from the exposed wound and with a sigh, she 
died.
Vanya let the girl's lifeless body fall to the ground and once more 
addressed the villagers.
"Do NOT doubt me," she said, "that fate awaits any who disobey us, DO YOU 
UNDERSTAND?"
This time the frightened captives answered in one voice with a whispered 
"yes".
With that she turned and walked away, making for the only hut that was left 
standing. It was larger than the rest and obviously the headman's home, his 
butchered body lay just outside the doorway and she ordered two of her 
warriors to organise a work detail to clear away the dead.
"Shall we bury them?"
"No, pile them up at the end of the village, where they will serve as a 
reminder to the others."
The two women nodded and left to carry out their orders.
Inside the hut, Vanya was joined by her two sisters, Agnar and Hedrun, both 
were younger than her, and both were subservient to her, as were the rest of 
her band.
"Dam, I enjoyed that," she said to them, "it never takes much to impose ones 
will on these simple peasants."
She turned round and her two sisters began unfastening her armour, they took 
the thick leather protection and dropped it in the corner of the hut. Vanya 
stretched her arms over her head; it was always good to get out of that 
dammed armour. Her sisters moved toward her and began massaging her 
shoulders where the armour had chafed her.
Vanya purred like a cat, enjoying the ministering of her siblings, her cunt 
was wet from killing the girl; killing always did that to her, its what made 
her such a fearsome warrior.
"Hedrun, sister, suck my cunt, I need relief now."
Hedrun got down on her knees in front of her leader and elder sister, and 
pulled her undergarments to one side. She could see the wetness on her 
sister's cunt and probed the lips with her tongue, easing her tongue between 
the folds, searching for Vanya's clitoris. As soon as it touched, Vanya 
grabbed Hedrun's hair and brutally pushed her face hard against her pubic 
mound, her hairs rough on her sister's face. Hedrun knew that her sister was 
nearly at orgasm before she even touched her, and the first flick of her 
tongue triggered it. Vanya could feel the orgasm hit, it racked her body 
with such intense pleasure that her knees nearly gave way. She loved to cum 
standing over one of her followers, even more so when it was one of her 
sisters. As the orgasm reached its peak, she began to piss. Hedrun was 
expecting this and opened her mouth to catch the flow. Desperate not to 
spill any, she swallowed as fast as she could, loving every drop of the hot 
yellow liquid. It was all she needed to trigger her own orgasm, and as she 
swallowed her beloved Leader's gift, her own intense orgasm washed over her. 
Meanwhile, Agnar was kneeling behind Vanya, her tongue buried deep in the 
ass of her sister, she too was expecting a gift. Sure enough, as Vanya lost 
herself to the joys of her orgasm, her sphincter gave way, and delivered a 
mess of shit into Agnar's waiting and open mouth. It was the perfect start 
to the day for the three of them.
At midday, Vanya woke from a long deep sleep and strode out of the hut. The 
sun was high and warm on her naked body. Looking around, she could see that 
all the bodies had been cleared away and to the outside eye, everything 
looked normal.
Her two sisters fell in beside her as she walked through the village, 
unabashed by her nakedness. At 6ft 2 inches, with long flowing blonde hair, 
she was an imposing figure and none of her band dare disobey her. However, 
since joining her, their bellies and purses had been full to bursting. What 
more could they ask for?
"How many prisoners did we take?" she asked, turning to Agnar.
"Six men, four boys, fifteen women, and seven girls." Came the reply.
"Ages?" she inquired.
"Of the men, two are over fifty, and the others are in their thirties, the 
boys are all under 14, mistress."
"And the women?"
"All ages, from fourteen to around sixty, and the girl children range from 
baby to around thirteen, mistress."
Vanya thought for a while. "Right, I want them all naked and their hands 
tied behind their back, if it's not already done."
"Yes Mistress."
With that Agnar gathered 6 other warriors and ran off to the cattle pens. 
Ten minutes later, the captives were all naked and bound. The only exception 
was a three-month-old baby, laying in the dirt, with her naked and bound 
mother weeping over her.
"Bring me my hounds," Vanya instructed Hedrun, she nodded and ran off. Very 
soon she was back with four huge Wolfhounds, straining at their chains.
"Unleash them," she instructed, and the dogs trotted over to sit at her 
feet.
Turning to Agnar, she told her to go and fetch a chair, this too was soon 
brought to her. Sitting there naked, Vanya looked like a goddess, with her 
hunting dogs at her feet and her warriors around her.
Leaning down, she patted the largest hound on the head, "Zorg, go fetch," 
she whispered in his ear, and pointed at the baby laying the dirt. The dog 
was up and off, he leapt over the fence surrounding the pen, and was soon 
carrying the baby back in his jaws. The baby was screaming by now, and her 
mother was wailing in grief, the dog deposited the baby at Vanya's feet, and 
sat back, pleased with itself. Picking the baby up, Vanya threw her in the 
air toward Zorg, he leapt and caught her in his jaws, bringing them together 
in a sickening crunch as he crushed the baby girl between his teeth, killing 
her instantly. The huge hound lay down and began his feast, the fresh blood 
running down his lower jaw. The other dogs, moved forward slightly, all 
wanting to share in the meal but Vanya hushed them, "It will be your turn 
soon my darlings."
The baby's mother was insane with grief by now, screaming and wailing as the 
dog feasted on her daughter, "Drag that noisy bitch out of there," she said 
to whoever was nearest. Two of her warriors ran into the compound and 
dragged the poor woman out, throwing her in the dirt before their beautiful 
Leader.
"Peg her out, I want to play."
They stretched the woman out on the ground, in the shape of a cross, 4 
warriors stepped forward and with their spears, pinned her to the hard 
earth, one spear through each hand and one through each foot. They had 
obviously done this before, as they needed no instructions. By now the poor 
woman was screaming at the top of her lungs, the pain in her hands and feet 
was unbearable. Vanya had heard enough screams for now, "Silence the bitch!" 
she instructed. One of the warriors, knelt down, forced open the woman's 
mouth, and sliced out her tongue. "That should do it she said." Nonchalantly 
throwing the severed tongue to one of the hounds.
Vanya turned to her warriors, "My Children," she said, "bring ale and wine, 
and let us have some fun!"
"Mama!" came a child's cry. Vanya looked up, and a girl of about eleven was 
straining through the bars of the cattle pen towards the whimpering figure 
of the woman pegged in the dirt.
"Bring her," she ordered, pointing to the girl.
The child broke free of her captors and flung herself on the prostrate form 
of her mother sobbing and crying. She was roughly dragged away and pushed in 
front of the warrior Queen.
"Look at me child,"
The girl couldn't face her captor, Vanya slapped her hard around the face,
"Look at me I said!"
This time the girl looked up, trying to stifle her sobs.
"What do they call you?" Softer now.
"Trilla" the girl replied,
"Well Trilla, do you want to save your mother from further pain?"
"Yes," she came the whispered reply.
"Well you can my dear," Vanya held out a small dagger, smiling wickedly, 
"its easy, all you have to do is walk over and cut your mother's throat"
Trilla screamed, and dropped the knife, she fell to her knees in front of 
Vanya, "Please, please, I beg you, let my mummy go, please."
Vanya was warming to this game, as were her warriors.
"What will you do?" she asked of the young child.
"Anything, anything at all, but not that, I beg you."
Vanya reached down and stroked her hairless slit, "Open your legs bitch!"
Trilla opened her legs, the intrusive fingers made her tremble with fear, 
nobody had ever touched her there before and she didn't like it.
The woman's probing found the entrance to the little girls cunt, and with 
one vicious thrust, pushed her finger deep into Trilla's body, ripping her 
apart. The shock and pain caused the child to faint immediately, and she lay 
on the floor, blood seeping from between her legs.
"Lets see how much pain she can take?" Vanya pointed to the spread-eagled 
woman. Nodding at two of her tribe, she told them "You know what to do."
The two young amazons set to work on the poor woman, the first knelt between 
the pegged out legs, and pulled open the cunt lips of the captive. With two 
iron pins, she pinned them back to the women's thighs, of course, with no 
tongue the poor wretch could no longer scream, but her head rocked back and 
forth as she endured her agony. Then slowly, very slowly, the warrior began 
to push her sword blade into the woman's open cunt. Blood began to flow as 
the blade sliced into her tender flesh, unable to control her terror, the 
woman's bladder and bowels emptied into the dirt, bringing a laugh from the 
on looking tribeswomen. Meanwhile the second girl was beginning to saw at 
the captive's nipples with an old rusty knife, pulling and tearing at the 
nipple, until it was completely severed.
The young girl, Trilla came out of her feint just in time to witness her 
mother loosing control of her body, and watched as the piss and shit poured 
out of her. She was horror stricken at her mother's plight. Vanya handed her 
the dagger again, this time she took it, and ran across to her where her 
mother was staked out. She was too late; the girl with the sword drove the 
weapon into her mother's cunt right up to the hilt. The stricken woman's 
back arched in agony, her eyes rolled into her skull, and in her dieing 
throes, she managed to pull one hand free of the spear that was pinning it. 
Her last action as she died was to pull her daughter to her breast with her 
one free arm. Trilla screamed once more, and only the quick reaction of the 
guards prevented her from driving the dagger into her own chest and joining 
her mother.
"What do you want us to do with her now?" they asked of their Leader.
"Leave her, the dogs can have her now." She replied.
The three dogs, on her command, sprung at Trilla, dragging her from her 
mother, one had hold of her leg, the other two an arm each. Snarling and 
growling, they tugged and pulled at the child, biting through her limbs, 
leaving her partially dismembered torso lying in the dust. Within minutes, 
she had bled to death and the dogs were having their feast.
"Fetch the male prisoners to me", she ordered.
Her warriors ran to the male pen, and soon had the six men and four boys 
lined up in front of their leader.
Standing there naked and bound, the men awaited their fate in silence. Vanya 
looked along long the line, inspecting the men's genitals.
"Bring him, I want him," she said, pointing to the fourth man along, and the 
reason for her choice was the size of his penis, it was huge.
He was pushed a spear point to stand in front of the beautiful warrior 
queen, she cupped his balls in her hand and with the other began to gently 
stroke his cock. In spite of his predicament, the prisoner could feel his 
cock begin to harden. Vanya laughed, she could feel it too.
"Which are your wife and children?" she asked of him.
"I have none," came the reply.
"You lie!" she shouted at him, and cruelly squeezed his balls. The prisoner 
gasped in pain and buckled at the knees.
Vanya then directed her attention to the women's compound, "Where are this 
man's wife and children?" she shouted.
There was some shuffling among the prisoners, but no answer.
"Come forward or I shall castrate him here and now, and let him bleed to 
death in the dirt!"
Still no reply.
"Do you understand?" she screamed at them.
She brought her sword up under the man's balls, and he flinched at the touch 
of the cold blade.
"Here, I am here," came a cry from the women prisoners. With that, the group 
opened and a pretty peasant woman stepped forward.
Vanya could not believe that this couple did not have children so she turned 
to one of the young boys standing in the line.
"You!" she pointed at him. "Do you know this man's family?"
The boy nodded silently.
"Then go fetch his children, or I will cut off your eyelids, stake you out, 
put fire ants in your eyes and a white hot poker in your arse!"
"Markus, don't, I beg you, don't, please!" Vanya hit him in the mouth with 
her fist and he tumbled to the dirt, blood pouring from a split lip.
The boy pissed himself with fear, he was about thirteen and terrified. 
Ashamed of himself, he just nodded and with three of the warriors, went to 
fetch the other captive's children, two girls of about 10 and 12 years old.
The rest of the prisoners were herded back into their compound leaving the 
naked and terrified family, huddled together, wondering at their fate.
Vanya turned to the man, his face covered in dried blood, "Tell me," she 
said, "what would you do to save the lives of your family?"
The man, could only answer, "Anything, anything at all."
Vanya reached down and began to stroke his cock once more. Leaning forward, 
she whispered in his ear, "You will fuck your youngest daughter, in her 
arse"
The man sobbed, "Please, I cant, anything but that. Don't make me do that, 
Please."
Vanya pulled the eldest girl to her side, "It's a simple choice really," she 
told him, "either you fuck her in the arse, or this one loses her head!" and 
with that she held her blade to the sobbing girls throat.
"Do it Enrik," his wife pleaded, "do it, you must, don't let them kill my 
precious Sophir, please Enrik."
Enrik was pushed to the ground at spear point.
"Suck his cock woman." Vanya ordered his wife, "make it good and hard."
With that, the poor woman fell to her knees and gently took her husband's 
cock in her mouth. The watching warriors began to cheer as she worked on his 
hardening penis with her lips and tongue. Once again, in spite of himself, 
he felt his cock harden, he closed his eyes and tried to block everything 
out.
"Just do what she wants." He kept thinking to himself.
His wife began to gag as his cock reached its full potential, and it was 
huge, almost as big as the cock on her beloved Stag Hounds Vanya thought.
"Bring the young one to me." She ordered, and the girl was made to stand in 
front of her. Vanya leaned forward from her chair and grabbed the child, 
with one deft move, she had turned her upside down.
"I think I shall oil her up first." She smiled
The girl was kicking and screaming, and Vanya slapped her hard on her 
buttocks. "Enough!" she cried, and gazed at the child's lovely fresh ass.
Nothing was prettier in this world to her, and she reached out with her 
tongue and licked between the girl's tight firm buttocks. She could hear the 
mother in the background, wailing and sobbing, but took no heed. Her tongue 
had found the tiny, tight hole of the girl's arse, and gradually wormed its 
way in. Not knowing what was happening to her, the child suddenly went still 
as she felt the tongue invade her. Vanya was in heaven, she could taste the 
little girl's shit on her tongue and debated whether or not to keep her for 
herself, but no, her warriors were expecting a show, and a show she would 
give them.
Looking up, she turned to her sisters, "Here take her, lets see him fuck her 
now I have made her ready"
The two sisters pulled the girls legs apart and held her over her fathers 
erect cock. With her free hand, Agnar took the cock and directed it to the 
daughter's tight little hole. When she had it in position, Agnar nodded to 
her sister, and as one, they forced the little girl down on it. The scream 
she let out was ear piercing as the huge cock forced its way past her 
sphincter and deep into her bowels. Enrik cried out in pain and anguish as 
his cock drove in, he felt something tear and looked to see blood pouring 
from his daughter's ruptured arse. Vanya was beside herself, and motioned to 
one of her favourites to kneel between her legs and suck her cunt while she 
watched the tableau before her. The child was screaming continually now, 
tears streaming down her face as she endured the agony of having her guts 
ripped apart by her father's cock. Shit seeped from her ass and mingled with 
the blood on her father's cock. Vanya's two sisters began to mover the girl 
up and down, masturbating him with his daughters arse. He knew he was about 
to cum, he couldn't help it, he felt the pressure build as his peak got 
closer. Vanya watched intensely, knowing also that he was about to cum, the 
look on his face told her everything. The mouth at her cunt was working 
wonders for her, searching, licking, probing, and bringing her ever nearer 
to her own climax. As Enrik began to stiffen with his orgasm, Vanya smiled 
and nodded to her other sister, Hedrun, they had done this before, so many 
times. With one stroke, her sword flashed in the sunlight, and she 
decapitated the child, her head falling to the earth and slowly rolling 
away. The father was unaware of what was happening, all he felt was his 
daughters arsehole contract around his cock as he spewed his semen into her 
torn and split bowels. As he came, he opened his eyes, and saw that he was 
fucking his headless daughter, he screamed in despair and as his orgasm hit 
him, Agnar drove her spear through his throat into the ground beneath. Vanya 
pulled her warrior's face hard into her cunt, and her orgasm tore through 
her as poor Enrik breathed his last.
As she came down from her revelry she heard yet another scream, and looking 
up, saw the distraught wife lunging at her, her hands like claws, aiming for 
her throat. Fortunately, the reaction of her warriors was just as swift, and 
before the woman had got 10 feet, they were on her, pinning her to the 
ground. Vanya pushed aside her cunt-sucker and walked over to where the 
woman lay. Her mind had gone, that was obvious, she thrashed around snarling 
and foaming at the mouth held down by six of Vanya's best. The warrior 
queen, looked down at the pathetic creature, she had no feelings for her 
whatsoever, not compassion, nor sympathy nor pity, just contempt. Crouching 
slightly, she pulled open her cunt, and for all to see, pissed over the 
pitiful woman, aiming mainly for her face and hair. The warriors laughed as 
the poor woman shook her head from side to side, frantically trying to 
escape the foul stream.
"Peg the bitch out!" she ordered, and once more spears were thrust through 
hands and feet as the woman was spread-eagled in the dirt.
"This worthless wretch is now your latrine," she said to her warriors, "use 
her, drown her in your piss, suffocate her with your shit.
The women whooped and laughed, and the first of them stood over the captives 
face, lifted her tunic, and let flow her piss. The woman coughed and 
spluttered as the piss filled her mouth and nose, she tried to spit it out, 
then tried to swallow it, but only began choking. A loud fart ripped through 
the air, and they all looked up and watched as the woman's tormentor began 
to shit on her face. The brown mess landed across the woman's face and she 
began to heave on the stench, vomit spewed from her mouth as still more shit 
fell on her face. Somewhere deep in her raddled mind, the woman knew she was 
going to die, and a peace settled over her, as one by one the Amazons buried 
her head under a pile of their shit. At last it was over, she could no 
longer breath, her mouth and nostrils were full of shit, blocking her 
airways, and as the twentieth arse began to discharge its load, she died.
A sigh satisfaction went up from the warriors, once again their beautiful 
leader had shown them a new way to kill, and they loved her for it.
Four of the women prisoners were dragged from the compound and made to clear 
away the mess of bodies, a task they carried out with little relish and many 
tears.
Turning to her sisters Vanya asked, "What shall we do with the men?"
"Kill them!" came the joint reply.
"I know, kill them," She retorted, "But how?"
She thought for a moment, "I know, recruits." Her sisters looked at her, 
puzzled.
"Come with me," She ordered them, and together with her two sisters and six 
other warriors, walked across to women prisoners.
"Listen you worthless offal, I am VANYA, warrior Queen, from the land of 
Chiran, of the Clan Duric." at the sound of her voice the prisoners went 
quiet. "Who amongst you would join my war band?" she went on, "if any of you 
wish to join, come forward now. I promise you excitement, riches and a 
glorious death!"
There was a murmuring among the prisoners, some shuffling, and a young girl 
pushed to the front. She was a plain girl of about 14, "I want to join," she 
said. Two of Vanya's warriors hauled her out of the pen.
"Me too"
"And I"
"I will"
Three more young women stepped forward. They too were dragged from the pen.
"You!" she pointed at the first girl, "what is your name?"
"Junal" came the reply.
"How do I know you are truthful?" She demanded. "How do I know all four of 
you are sincere?"
Junal looked up at Vanya, "Both my parents died and the rest of the village 
treat me like an outcast, I hate them!"
Vanya looked over to the girl Enrik's surviving daughter, Sophir, "Bring her 
to me." She called.
A warrior swiftly dragged the crying child to where Vanya was standing, and 
threw her in the dirt.
Vanya turned back to look at Junal. "Prove your worth to me," she said, 
"kill that!" and pointed at Sophir sobbing on the ground.
Without another word, Junal stood over the terrified child, thought for a 
moment, then lifted her leg and brought her foot down hard on the girl's 
throat, there was a loud crunch and the larynx was crushed, and Vanya 
watched with delight as Junal stomped the life out her victim.
"You did well my child, welcome to my band."
Junal stood tall with pride, threw a scornful look at the imprisoned 
villagers and joined the ranks of Vanya's warriors.
The three remaining recruits waited expectantly, each wondering what was in 
store for them.
Vanya pointed to the next volunteer, "You girl, who are you?"
She stepped forward, a plain looking girl of around eighteen, "I am Teena," 
she spoke boldly.
"And why do you wish to join me?"
Teena looked directly at Vanya, "When I was twelve, I sought love in the 
arms of another woman, for this my family disowned me. My lover was my 
mother's sister, and they hung her for it, like a common criminal! On that 
day I swore vengeance! I have NO family here!"
Vanya was intrigued, "Your family, where are they?"
"My father is dead, I poisoned him," said Teena, "gradually, over six moons, 
he died in great pain. He put the noose around my aunt's neck. My elder 
brother, he pulled on the rope that hung my aunt, I killed him one day when 
we were out hunting, everybody thought it was an accident. My mother and 
elder sister still live, they condemned my aunt, but I will have my 
retribution against them also!"
Vanya smiled, "You will have you retribution today my sweet, take four of my 
warriors and fetch your mother and sister to me."
With that she turned her attention to the last two recruits.
"So what about you two?" she asked
"We are sisters," they replied, almost in unison, "we hate it here, we want 
to get away."
Vanya studied them, they were about 14 and 15 respectively, and quite really 
quite pretty.
"Mistress!" it was Junal, "may I speak?"
Vanya nodded.
"Mistress, these are the daughters of the village head man, they were spoilt 
and pampered and I trust neither of them"
"Is this true?" Vanya turned on them.
They both nodded.
"And you want to join my warriors?" She demanded
"Yes," they replied.
"So what will you do to prove it?"
Neither of them answered.
Then Vanya told them what she wanted of them.
"One of you will become my personal slave, to fulfil all of my needs, the 
other of you will die, here, now in the dirt like a dog, the only question 
is, which one?"
Whatever plans the sisters had, they were now shattered, one of them was to 
die, the realisation slowly dawned on them.
They protested, both could be wonderful slaves to her, they would do 
whatever she wanted, but Vanya shook her head. "No, two sisters would seek 
to conspire against me, either you both die, or one dies, I care not. That 
is my decision."
Both sisters began to sob, they begged and pleaded but Vanya was unmoving.
"You will both be put to the test, and winner lives, simple!"
She turned to her warriors, "How shall we test them?"
"Ordeal by pain!" came the cry from one of her women. The cry was taken up 
by the rest of her followers, "Pain! Pain! Pain!"
"Ordeal by pain it is then," Vanya had made her decision.
The sisters stood naked before the warrior queen, trembling, terrified of 
what was to come.
"You get down on all fours, and you will be fucked in your arses, until one 
of you cries out, or bleeds or pisses, the one who does dies, the other 
lives." Vanya watched their eyes widen in horror. "Now get down on all 
fours!"
The two sisters knelt in the dirt, their heads pinned to the ground by two 
warriors with swords at their necks, ready to plunge down the instant one of 
them broke. Vanya gazed at the two beautiful little arses, and for a moment 
thought about keeping both of them, but immediately changed her mind. Let 
her warriors have their fun! She leant forward and stroked each little brown 
hole with her index fingers. Gently teasing the tight muscle, gradually she 
eased her fingers into each arse. She took her time, she wanted the 
entertainment to last. Neither sister made a sound as they felt her fingers 
worming its way into their bowels. Vanya thought for a moment she could feel 
the older sister pushing back on her finger, perhaps she was enjoying it? 
Their arse muscles relaxed slightly as her fingers pushed further in, until 
they could go no further. Slowly she began to withdraw, Vanya could smell 
their shit as she pulled her fingers out, sure enough, they were 
brown-coated, Vanya smiled. This time she pushed two fingers into each of 
the sisters, and again she could feel the older one of the two, pushing 
back. She knew now who the winner would be.
Vanya repeated the exercise, now with three fingers. The younger girl's 
bowels emptied as Vanya withdrew. She watched the soft shit ooze from the 
lovely young arse and licked her lips. All around her, the Amazons were 
watching, enthralled, some were taking bets on who would be the first to 
break, but Vanya knew. Sure enough, four fingers were too much for the 
younger child, and as if on cue, she cried out in pain. "Please" No more!" 
She wailed, "I can't take any more!"
Vanya plunged her hand into both arses, the young girl screamed again, 
"Stop, I can't bear it!"
"Then you die!" Said Vanya quietly, and nodded to her warrior.
With a smile to her leader, she leant on her sword, and drove the point 
smoothly through the back of the young girl's neck. They dying girl gurgled 
on her own blood and Vanya felt her arse contract around her fingers. The 
surviving sister was dragged to her feet, she looked at Vanya with dead 
eyes, she was in shock.
"Take her to my quarters!" She ordered, "collar her and tether her after you 
clean her up." With a nod,  the girl was dragged of.
Sitting back, satisfied with her work and lazily rubbing her cunt, Vanya 
remembered Teena. She called her over, "You have your mother and sister?"
"Yes, they are here mistress,"
"Well my precious, have your retribution with them, they are yours now! Do 
with them as you wish."
Teena turned to her two naked captives, "Bitch," she said to her mother, 
"first you will watch her die," pointing to her sister, "then you will die 
in screaming agony and I will piss on both of your corpses and feed you to 
the crows!"
Both women dropped to their knees begging for mercy, it wasn't their fault 
they protested, they had to obey her father! Teena kicked each of them in 
turn, and watched as they grovelled in the dirt. "Get up, you sicken me!"
Teena was true to her word, she had her mother and sister strung by their 
arms from the same tree that they hung her aunt from. Their feet dangled 6 
inches above the ground as they struggled against their bonds, still begging 
and pleading for mercy.
Teena stood before them, a razor sharp dagger in her hand, her eyes wide 
with excitement, oh how she had waited for this day. Beside her was one of 
Vanya's wolfhounds, panting in expectation. She lashed out at her sister 
with the dagger, slicing across her abundant breasts, the blood poured out 
and the scream was deafening. Teena slashed again, this time slicing through 
a nipple, she criss crossed her sister's stomach with shallow cuts, all the 
time laughing with an insane delight. Her sister's blood was running down 
her torso and legs, where the waiting wolfhound was eagerly licking it from 
the dangling feet. Teena stood back and viewed her handiwork, her sister was 
in agony, but far from dead yet. In her terror she emptied her bladder and 
bowels and the piss and shit ran down her legs to mix with the blood. The 
screaming was getting on Teena's nerves, she grabbed her sisters tongue and 
sliced it off, feeding it to the wolfhound at her side. Pulling open her 
sister's bloodied legs, she plunged the dagger into the exposed arsehole, 
cutting up as she did, slicing through the soft flesh until cunt and arse 
were one. She then drove her hand deep into her sister's cunt, forcing the 
dagger ever upward, until it exited through her sister's stomach. With a 
shudder, her sister died and Teena turned to her terrified mother.
"Now mummy dear, your turn!" and with that, she plunged the knife into her 
mothers stomach, splitting her open from breastbone to cunt. Teena reached 
into the wound and withdrew her mothers entrails, they hung down in the dirt 
as her mother screamed in terrible agony.
Teena began to feed the entrails to the slavering wolfhound, her mother 
watched disbelieving, this wasn't happening to her, it couldn't be, let it 
end please. Her mind was fogged with pain, she was beyond feeling and on the 
edge of death. As the dog chomped on the living entrails, Teena had one more 
thing to do. She wanted a memento of the occasion and taking the dagger, she 
cut out her mother's cunt, a fitting keepsake she thought. With that, she 
turned away and walked back to her new Queen, covered in blood and 
exhausted, but oh so satisfied, her mothers screams slowly dying away, 
leaving only the sound of a great dog feasting.
Vanya was speechless, Teena's cruelty almost surpassed her own. She stood up 
hugged Teena's blood spattered body to her own. "You Teena" she whispered in 
the girl's ear, "are very very special."
Teena smiled and glowed with pride, now for the first time in years had a 
family, she belonged. This was the happiest day of her life.
Vanya looked at the bloody trophy in Teena's hand, "What are you going to do 
with that thing?"
Teena smiled again, "I'm going to preserve it and wear it on my arm as an 
amulet!"
Vanya threw her head back in a loud laugh, "Oh yes," she thought, "this girl 
is very special!"
Suddenly she felt very tired, it had been a long and entertaining day, she 
called her two sisters over, her two trusty lieutenants.
"I'm tired," she told them, "I am going to retire now, Hedrun, go and make 
me a bath." Her sister nodded and ran off to her mistress's quarters.
"What shall we do with the rest of the prisoners?" enquired Agnar.
"Kill the men, I am done with them,"
"And the women?"
"Oh Agnar, you need to ask?" she laughed at her sister. "Rape them, torture 
them, do whatever you wish, then kill them too! We leave in the morning, and 
we leave no witnesses, ok?"
Back at what was the headman's hut, Hedrun had filled an iron bath with hot 
water and sweet smelling herbs and was kneeling beside it, waiting for her 
mistress. Vanya sighed with delight when she saw the bath and patted her 
sister on the head. She lowered herself into the hot water and moaned in 
pleasure, "Oh Hedrun, that feels so good!"
She lay there for a few minutes, soaking, letting the hot water ease her 
aching body, then she remember something.
"Hedrun, where's my new plaything," she was referring to the surviving 
sister of course.
Her sister pointed to the corner of the hut. Kneeling in the gloom, naked 
and chained, was her new slave.
"Fetch her, then leave us," she ordered.
Hedrun led the girl over, like a dog on a leash and made her kneel beside 
the bath then left to join the butchery outside.
Vanya reached out a wet hand, and rested it on the young girl's shoulder. 
"Tell me your name child." Her voice was soft, languid even, as she gently 
stroked the soft young skin.
The girl's voice trembled, "Leone Mistress, my name is Leone,"
"Come Leone, join me, get in." Vanya coaxed the waif into the bath with her.
Leone was so confused, earlier Vanya was prepared to kill her, now she was 
being sweet and gentle with her. She stood in the hot water, between her 
mistress's legs.
Vanya gazed at the almost hairless slit between Leone's thighs, her mouth 
was watering with lust. She wanted this girl, wanted to taste her, wanted to 
devour her.
"You enjoyed my fingers in your arse just now didn't you?"
Leone blushed crimson, "Yes Mistress."
Vanya smiled, "You knew, didn't you, that you would win the ordeal?"
"I knew Mistress."
"So you are familiar with the pleasures of the arse?"
The girl blushed even more, "Yes Mistress, my father used to use me there, 
every day, and so I was accustomed to it."
Vanya laughed at the irony of the situation. She lay back stroking her full 
breasts, pinching the nipples, making them erect.
"Can you piss sweet little Leone?" she asked.
"Mistress?"
"I asked if you can piss, now," Vanya repeated.
"I, I think so Mistress,"
"Good, I want you to piss over me little one."
Leone looked shocked, but nodded her acquiescence just the same.
"Pull your little cunt open, I want to see it!" came the instruction.
Leone reached down and prised apart her puffy little cunt lips, she did need 
to piss desperately, but whether she could under these circumstances was 
another matter. She strained her bladder until it hurt, but couldn't go. 
Vanya reached out and gently stroked the girl's cunt, playing with her tiny 
piss hole, teasing and tickling it, relaxing it. Leone felt the dam break 
and began to piss, Vanya lay back and let the hot stream bounce off body. 
She held her breast up to the flow, loving the feel of the piss hitting her 
nipples, she leaned forward and put her face in the flow, feeling it run 
through her hair, and down her neck, finally she opened her mouth and 
savoured the sweet virginal flavour. She washed it around her mouth before 
swallowing, and drank every last drop until Leone was finished. She sighed 
with pleasure and looked up at the startled Leone.
"Come, turn round child, I want to taste that lovely bum of yours, I want to 
eat your fruits."
The girl gave her a quizzical look, "Mistress?"
"My sweet thing, I am going to put my tongue in your arse and taste it, I 
want to taste your essence, and you are going to feed me your shit."
Leone nodded and turned with her back to her mistress, she was in an almost 
dreamlike state, only an hour ago she had seen her sister slaughtered by 
this monster, and now she had to shit in her mouth! But if it kept her 
alive, she would do it! She bent forward and on Vanya's instructions, pulled 
apart the cheeks of her perfect little bottom. She heard the bath water 
splash as Vanya moved forward, she felt hot breath on her exposed bum hole, 
and then she felt the tongue, licking at first, then probing, until at last, 
it pushed past her tight sphincter and entered her most private place. 
Vanya's hands were at her cunt, pulling and poking and stroking and probing 
as her tongue enter Leone's arse. As expected, it was full of her unborn 
shit, and Vanya explored it with her tongue. She buried her face harder 
between those little buttocks and she had her first orgasm, nearly pushing 
Leone over in the process. She withdrew her tongue slowly and the young 
arsehole gave a gentle fart, Vanya sniffed the heavenly odour and encouraged 
Leone to shit. With all the abuse her arse had taken that day, Leone needed 
no encouragement, and her first turd slid majestically out of her small 
arse. Vanya gasped at the beauty of it and sucked it into her mouth, 
revelling in the wonderful taste and texture of it. She chewed it for a 
moment then swallowed, her mouth open waiting for the next gift. It soon 
followed, then another then another and so on, until her mouth was so full 
of the girl's shit, she had to let the rest fall onto her breasts. Vanya was 
in her own little heaven as orgasm followed orgasm until she was exhausted, 
and she flopped back in the bath with a sigh.
She waved Leone back to her corner of the hut as she regained her composure, 
the air was full of the heavy scent of the young girl's shit and the taste 
was still in Vanya's mouth.
She washed herself off in the now almost cold bathwater, and stepping out, 
draped a blanket around her shoulders.
"You did very well Leone," she told the shivering girl and threw her a 
blanket, "here, dry yourself."
"Thank you mistress," came the timid reply.
Vanya looked down at her, "Look," she said, "serve me well, without 
question, and soon you can have that collar and leash off, but first you 
must earn my trust."
Leone nodded.
"You will learn to love me, as do the rest of my followers, without 
exception, they would follow me into hell and back!"
Outside the hut, the muffled screams and cries of the dying villagers could 
be heard.
"Remember my child," said Vanya, "that could be you out there, now come." 
And taking hold of the leash, led Leone to the piles of furs that served as 
a bed.
"Here," she said, pushing the child between her open thighs, "you can lick 
my cunt as I fall asleep."
Without protest, Leone lay between Vanya's open legs and applied her tongue 
the wet and open cunt of her captor. Vanya moaned and stretched like a cat, 
"Oh that feels so good," and lay back with her eyes shut, waiting for sleep 
to take her.
Five minutes later, Vanya was fast asleep, her breathing deep and rhythmic, 
Leone looked up from between her captor's and gazed around her. They were 
alone in the hut, Vanya's sisters were obviously still outside, enjoying the 
slaughter of her friends and neighbours. The girl shifted her position, and 
the end of the leash slipped from the hand of the sleeping warrior queen, 
that was Vanya's mistake, she should have tied Leone up before dropping off. 
Softly and quietly, Leone stood up and stepped out from between Vanyas legs, 
her eyes had caught a glint of metal in the light of the flickering candles 
that lit the hut. It was Vanya's dagger, thrown down in the dirt, the blood 
from earlier, drying black on its blade. Tiptoeing across the hut, Leone 
picked up the dagger and smiled to herself, the noises from outside were as 
loud as ever, and this spurred her on. Kneeling beside the sleeping queen, 
Leone raised the dagger, and said to herself, "This is for Kat," and plunged 
the knife deep into Vanyas stomach.
Vanya was awake immediately screaming at the agony ripping through her 
stomach, she doubled over in pain, at the same time, grabbing at the cause 
of her agony. Leone pulled the knife out, slicing through Vanya's hands as 
she did so.
"For my sister," she cried out, and plunged the dagger once more into 
Vanya's writhing body, this time driving it into her cunt. Vanya screamed 
again, never before had she felt such pain, and she knew she was dying. Her 
blood was everywhere, as Leone plunged the knife into her again and again in 
a frenzy. By the time she had exhausted herself, no part of Vanya's body was 
untouched, her face was mutilated, her breasts sliced to pieces, her stomach 
torn open, and her cunt bleeding wound.
Vanya died as she had lived, violently and sadistically!
Leone knelt beside the bloody corpse, the dagger still clutched in her hand, 
she was nearly unconscious with exhaustion, her body wracked with sobs.
"Vanya, it's done mistress, they are all dead!" It was Hedrun and Agnar. 
They stopped just inside the doorway, not certain of what they were seeing. 
The body of their mistress and sister was almost unrecognisable, such was 
the fierceness of Leone's attack. Then slowly the realisation dawned on 
them!
"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo," Hedrun wailed, and fell to the floor in 
despair.
Leone turned round and saw Agnar take a step towards her, she had a dreamy 
smile on her face as she looked at the sword in Agnar's hand.
"I did it for my sister," she said.
Agnar was almost blind with despair and rage as she brought the sword down 
on the blood covered little girl.
The last sound Leone heard was the whoosh of the sword cutting through the 
air, the last thing she ever felt, was a sharp pain in her neck as Agnar 
decapitated her.
The following morning a funeral pyre was built and Vanya's corpse was laid 
upon it, washed of blood and regaled in her full armour. Watched by the 
assembled Amazons, Agnar stepped forward and lit it. The flames roared over 
the dry wood and they watched as her body slowly burnt.
The warriors gathered the corpses of the dead villagers and piled them into 
the head mans hut, this too was torched. Slowly they mounted their warhorses 
and moved out of the village, the 4 wolfhounds looking bewildered, sniffing 
round, looking for their beloved mistress.
Soon a new leader would have to be chosen, it was on everybody's mind. They 
stopped at the first river they came to, and the question of a new leader 
was raised. But who? Not Hedrun or Agnar, they were followers, not leaders. 
Then a name was called out, "Teena!"
"Yes, Teena!" said somebody else, soon more and more voices were calling out 
her name, until all were chanting; "Teena, Teena, Teena!"
The warriors had their new leader.

END

This was not an easy story to write, and I am uncertain if I will cover this 
subject matter again. I would like to know your views.
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