Planet of the Amazons, Part 2
By Madcat
A group of astronauts land on a world ruled by big, strong women.


A week later Jack saw his first human. He had been running for a week now and
the utter folly of his decision to leave the camp had hit home. With no
supplies or food, Jack was slowly starving to death. He had scavenged some
berries along the stream as he headed north but that was all. With no way to
build a fire and no protection from the elements, his death was almost
assured.

Returning to the campsite looked like his only smart option but he rejected
the idea. Jack could not live with Joyce knowing that she could have her way
with him at any time. Plus, his trusted instincts told him to keep going. Jack
almost exploded with joy when he saw the skinny little man jump out of a tree
ahead of him. The native ran off with the earthman in full pursuit.

Disregarding any danger, the captain gained on his quarry quickly. The man
appeared to be some sort of look out which meant he wasn't alone. But Jack
hardly cared. Maybe they had some food. The starving man rounded a corner and
ran straight into an orchard, a wonderful, juicy, sweet apple orchard.

Jack instantly forgot his quarry and went for the food. It was not quite ripe
but Jack downed the apple in 4 bites. The starving man relished the sour
taste. After three more he noticed that he was not alone. More than a dozen
natives surrounded him.

They stood maybe five feet tall and had sight builds, obviously products of
low protein diets. Some wore furs. Others were completely naked except for
simple bone jewelry. Jack towered over them like a god. And luckily they
treated him like one. Speaking in grunts and growls, they approached him
cautiously and offered him some sort of gruel.

Slowly, Jack figured out how to communicate with these simple folk. He learned
their names and what passed for their language. After a week alone, Jack was
happy for the company. For some unknown reason they greeted him as an ally,
perhaps a divine one. Just as the men made ready to depart, Jack got an answer
to this riddle when horns sounded in the distance.

The little men around him panicked instantly. They ran east towards a low
hill. Sadly, the unseen enemy must have predicted this move. The racing males
ran straight into a barrage of arrows that cut down the fastest of their band.
The survivors recoiled back into the orchard. There, confusion reigned as men
looked for another escape route. Jack stayed calm and made his way back south
with a few panicked natives in tow.

He saw the riders just as he got into to the stream. They careened out of the
forest and splashed thru the shallow water at full gallop. Jack stopped flat
footed as the horsewomen bore down on him. He had seen them before in his
dream. They wore white cloaks over small two piece outfits. Each woman carried
a weapon of some sort. And the girls seemed large, very large.

The rest of his companions fled back to the orchard. But Jack just stood there
in awe of this scene of feminine beauty. He realized the looming danger just
before the girls reached him. Two cavalrywomen carried a net between them and
had poor Jack in their sights. Knowing he could not escape, Jack threw himself
at the net.

The two women, one blonde, the other brunette, were used to capturing fleeing
men. Jack's last ditch move and his large body mass caught them both by
surprise. The girls toppled off their mounts and into the water.

Jack fell too but managed to stay clear of the net. He scrambled to his feet
just as the blonde did. The male watched in awe as the girl rose to her full
height, at least two inches taller than himself. She gracefully removed her
cloak revealing her nubile young body. The white two piece outfit, little more
than a bikini, clung to every wonderful curve. Water from the stream had
turned the cloth almost transparent giving Jack a great view of the female's
bountiful offerings. But he had little time to enjoy his first good look at
alien pussy. The blonde removed a war club from her waist and took a swipe.

She wanted to kill the impudent male for knocking her off her horse. He was
big but she was bigger. The girl took a two handed swing with her weapon
designed to crush his skull.

He saw it coming from a mile away and just barely ducked in time. The miss
threw the girl off balance. Jack hit her with a right hook to the chin that
sent her sprawling.

Pain exploded in his hand as he connected with his foe. He had hit her harder
than he intended. She did not get up and Jack paused to nurse his right
knuckles. That's when the brunette got him from behind. She wrapped her club
around his neck and pressed it brutally against his adam's apple.

"I got him." She boasted in a Kentucky drawl. These amazons spoke English!

His new attacker was used to subduing weak and cowardly males. The brunette
tried to wrestle him down but Jack resisted. He reached back and grabbed a
handful of her luscious brown hair and flung himself forward. She flew thru
the air and landed atop her blonde compatriot.

The brunette rolled to her side and tried to stand. Jack moved in quickly with
a kick to the face. He took a bit off the blow as the girl seemed much too
pretty to for a broken jaw. She slumped down in the water nonetheless. Jack
reached down and picked up her club. Now he was armed.

Another blonde had been watching the mixed fight with growing alarm. Men just
did not beat up women. Yet she had just witnessed two of her battle sisters
fall to one unarmed male. Turning her horse, she raised her war club and
charged this new foe.

He tested the feel of the weapon in his hands. The club was weighted with a
rock in one end. Somewhat inexperienced in fighting mounted enemies, Jack
raised the club in both hands and counter charged the rider.

Their clubs met with a bone crushing impact. His two handed blow ripped the
weapon from her grasp and mangled her right hand. The girl's horse stumbled
and sent her careening into the water.

Jack raced over to her and caught the female warrior as she rolled onto her
back. He planted a foot on her chest and raised his club. Their eyes met and
he stayed his hand. This girl, beaten and battered as she was, looked
radiantly beautiful. Her pretty blue eyes begged for mercy and he granted it.
Jack took a second to scan this wonderful vision of femininity. She had big,
full breasts, a small waist, powerful hips, and long legs. Delicate female
muscles covered her torso and thighs.

Jack reached down to help the wounded blonde stand. That's when he saw the
rest of the amazons riding in his direction. Three mounted women with clubs
raised galloped toward him. Following close behind were the two ladies he
bested earlier. He could not win this fight alone. Jack resisted the stupid
temptation to jump on his prisoner's mount. He flew airplanes but knew squat
about riding horses. Instead, he got the girl to her knees and held her golden
blonde hair in his left hand.

Raising his club ominously, he shouted, "Stop or I'll kill her dead."

His words stopped the charge dead in its tracks. The girls milled in confusion
for a few seconds before a leader emerged. She spoke tentatively, "Don't kill
her."

This woman had soft brown hair and a handsome face lined with a little
maturity. "Let me go or she is dead." Jack threatened.

"I can't do that. But I can promise you that you will be spared. A life for a
life. Kill her and you die slowly."

More amazons had arrived and they had him virtually encircled. It was over.
There would be no escape. He looked down into his prisoner's beautiful blue
eyes and dropped his club. As a last gesture Jack helped her to stand. She was
tall, like the rest of her sisters, and had broad, strong shoulders. The
blonde held her obviously broken wrist and smiled at him. Despite her powerful
frame, this girl managed to look vulnerable and innocent.

"I'm sorry." He said as hands wrestled him away.

Two hours later, Jack rested in an iron cage. The girls had brought back a
gaggle of male prisoners but held him separately. His trip to the jail had
been a real eye opener. The amazon city was made up of primarily large,
strong, young ladies. The few men Jack saw were small and weak looking, much
like the natives he encountered in the orchard. They wore no clothing and had
all of their body hair removed. It was clear to Jack which sex held the power
in this society. It seemed he had traveled across time and space to land in
the middle of a very bad B movie.

His spirits soared nonetheless. He had more than held his own against these
women warriors in combat. This helped remove the shame of defeat at Joyce's
hands just last week. The black girl must be some kind of freak, Jack mused.
He strutted about the large cell and watched his nubile captors woman handle
the other prisoners. The sight of these scantily clad girls abusing,
controlling and teasing the native males disturbed the Earthling. This was no
way for men to be treated. He silently vowed revenged on their behalf. Then
the leader of the female war band came over and entered his cage.

"Who are you?" she asked him with her hands on her hips.

"My name is Jack Taylor. I am, no, was the commander of the USS Discovery. Who
are you?" He said, eyeing the woman. She obviously did not fear him.

The other girls, about a dozen, stopped their activities and watched.

"I'm Mika, the champion of this troop. I wanted to thank you for not killing
Misha. She has a broken arm but should make a full recovery. Mercy is not a
common trait amongst men folk. Where did you learn to speak?"

That explained a lot to the Earthman. The native males were so primitive that
they could not even speak. So when he talked, these girls stopped and
listened. "My mama taught me." Jack joked.

But Mika didn't get it. "That's illegal. Your mother could be executed for
that offense. What tribe do you come from?"

"I come from a planet called earth. It is far away. There, men and women live
together as equals. We are much more advanced."

This comment did strike Mika as funny. She laughed and took a step closer to
Jack. "How can women and men be equals? Men are weak and stupid. What do you
mean by more advanced?"

"We have more knowledge of things you can't even imagine." Jack said, looking
into her pretty brown eyes. He found Mika to be quite attractive in a slightly
different way. In typical male fashion, Jack took the time to mentally undress
this woman. It didn't take a lot of imagination given her skimpy attire. She
was short for an amazon and lacked her sister's large breasts. But Mika had a
hard, athletic body with luscious female curves and perfect golden skin.

"Try me." She replied aggressively. His evasive and cocky attitude started to
annoy her.

"That's enough, Mika." Came a new voice from outside the cage. It was sweet
and musical yet firmly in control. "Why is this man still wearing clothes?"

"I thought you would want to see his unusual attire, your highness." Mika
responded submissively but with a note of hostility.

"The only thing I like to see a male wearing is a collar. Now strip him."

Jack looked over at the newcomer. She stood outside the cage and barely
measured up the other girl's shoulders. The girl had a small retinue standing
behind her and she radiated authority. Sadly, Jack had little time to view her
nubile young body that was clearly visible thru her gown. Mika had drawn a
flint knife.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way, your choice." The female
champion said.

"Can't we talk about this? I mean you no harm." He blustered. His new found
confidence plummeted as he looked into Mika's eyes. They had turned dark and
merciless.

Two other battle sisters rushed in and grabbed his arms. They were the blonde
and brunette that he had yanked off their horses. Jack resisted but the
combination of the two women warriors easily overpowered him. They forced the
earthman to the back of the cell and pinned his arms against the cold stone.

Mika made a slow cut down the front off his shirt. Then she nodded to the
other two girls who gleefully ripped it off the rest of the way. Jack
continued to struggle but could not make any head way against the two awfully
strong ladies. The taller blonde looked like she could be a power forward for
an NBA team and the brunette gave the appearance of an NFL linebacker. They
seemed to enjoy his futile resistance.

His trousers were the next target. Mika didn't bother with the button at the
top and instead started to saw. Jack ceased fighting with the knife blade so
close to his important parts. He looked over at the new girl and met her
fierce gaze. She had elfin face but scared older man with her fanatical glow.

Jack whimpered when his pants hit the floor. His spirits hit rock bottom as he
submitted once again to female domination in its rawest form. It seemed he
could not escape its all encompassing tentacles. The earthman didn't have to
look down to know that his manhood was growing to epic proportions.

"No, please, don't. Remember my mercy for the girl in the stream." He pleaded
with Mika.

The knife wielding woman just smiled and stuck her left hand in the waist band
of his briefs. To her this was no big deal. Men did not feel the shame of
being naked. She paused and tested the elastic waist band. Then, instead of
cutting, she yanked them down carefully and pulled them off the trembling
male.

"This is neat." Mika said while demonstrating the elastic band for the female
audience. But most of the amazons didn't care about such matters. They stared
at the huge thing sprouting up between Jack's legs.

"Darn, he's a stud. Too bad we have to kill this abomination." The new girl
stated.

Mika looked at his massive tool and back at her leader. "High priestess, you
can't kill him. I traded his life for that of Misha's. We can't go back on our
word."

Anger flashed across the smaller girl's face. "Do not presume to tell me what
I can and can't do Mika. I am not responsible for your mistakes and failures.
This man must die. It is the law."

Jack could feel the rest of the girls stiffen at this rebuke. Even the amazons
holding his arms seemed to take offense. Obviously, these ladies lived by a
strict code of honor and would bridge no interference even by their highest
leaders. A girl off to Jack's left spoke up first. It was Misha, the angelic
beauty whom he had spared in what seemed like an eternity ago. She had her arm
in a sling.

"What if he's the One?"

"Please, enough nonsense." The priestess retorted.

"But he defeated three of us in combat. He speaks and seems to have a pure
heart. He is fair to look upon and appears well endowed. Just like the Book
says." Misha replied quickly. Most of the other girls nodded in agreement.

"Don't quote the Book to me, girl, or you will be cleaning pig pens within a
fortnight." The apparent leader threatened. "But since you all seem to be
under this man's spell, I'll prove to you that this wretch is nothing."

The high priestess entered the cage and ordered the other girls out. "Monkey
boy, if you can defeat me in hand to hand combat, then I will let you go free.
Do you understand?"

Jack nodded as he looked down on this delicate little flower. Compared to an
earth woman, she would be considered average size but the girl seemed tiny
next to the amazons. Given the finery of her gown, long strawberry blonde hair
and highly feminine body clearly visible thru the garment, the high priestess
seemed ill suited for combat.

Even the native men in nearby cages seemed to sense the coming contest. Their
new god was about to meet the evil goddess on the field of battle. They had
seen many of their brothers fall to these girls but now things had changed.
This time the man towered over what appeared to be a smaller and weaker
female. They hooted and hollered their support. It looked like an easy
victory.

The amazon guards, so captivated by this almost spiritual battle, ignored the
prisoners. Most quietly rooted for the man. Each had read the Book and heard
the stories of a mythical male warrior who would some day come to lead their
nation. The Book said he would be so powerful that no woman could stand
against him. The high priestess was simply testing this ancient prophesy.

"Come, monkey boy, earn your freedom. Take the first shot." She said calmly.
The priestess showed no fear of the man that had bested three of her bravest
warriors.

Truth be told, Jack had trouble marshalling his full strength against such a
small girl. But he wanted desperately to live. The man reached out to grab his
dainty foe by her shoulders. His fingertips just grazed her pale and soft
shoulders when she reacted with blinding speed. The priestess knocked his
hands away, kicked the back of his legs and chopped his neck in a fluid stream
of movement. Jack wilted to the ground before he knew what hit him.

"Great warrior, you will have to do better than that." She taunted him. The
cruel woman used a vicious kick to the ribs to emphasize her point.

His shoulder exploded in agony and he feared that she had cracked one of his
ribs. But the pain just brought him back to the real world. This girl knew how
to fight. Jack belatedly recognized the moves from his old karate classes. And
he was not stranger to this style of combat. The nude male rolled to his feet
and raised his hands in a fighting pose.

"So you think you know how to fight, eh monkey boy?" the blonde teased as she
kicked him with lightening quickness. The blow came in under his guard and
crushed his stomach. Jack doubled over and the female hit him with a bony
little fist in the eye. The physics looked impossible but the skinny little
girl sent the larger man sprawling.

He smashed against the wooden cage as a wave of blackness threatened to
overtake him. Only an acute sense of self preservation kept him going. Jack
bounced off the bars and lunged at the girl. His move almost caught the
graceful goddess by surprise. She ducked just in time and sent the hapless
male catapulting thru the air. Jack landed on the stone floor with a sickening
thud.

The fight ended at that point but the massacre continued. The little girl
proceeded to beat the great male hope to a bloody pulp. She wanted to leave no
lingering doubts in anybody's mind as to this man's status. The high priestess
hated the fables in the Book. To her men constituted nothing but a menace. The
concept that any woman would need a man's aid was simply girlish fantasy. This
had been ingrained in her psyche from a very young age.

The girl used this potentially damaging event to further reinforce female
dominance in her subject's minds. When Jack could no longer lift his battered
head off the flagstones, she did it for him so the audience could see the
foolishness of their ideas. He had a bruised eye, split lip and a broken nose.

"Is this the One?" Silence. "Huh? Tell me girls, is this your hero?" The
priestess challenged.

A round of quiet "no's" greeted her question. Depression set in as the amazons
realized that this prime male specimen faired little better than the spineless
wimps in the nearby forest.

Awareness slowly returned to Jack's eyes. The girl held his head scant inches
from her beautiful feminine mound. He wanted it in the worst possible way. His
manhood, oblivious to the terrible beating, remained eager for female
affection.

"Kiss my feet slave." The priestess ordered, dropping his head. This was a
first but it seemed like a good way for the male hero to show homage to a
superior female.

And Jack obeyed without hesitation. Anything was better than her bony little
fists pounding his weak masculine body.

The girl looked over at the native men. Their cheers had died out long ago as
they realized their man god stood no chance against the more powerful female
goddess. Despite their size advantage, the men had lost again. They came face
to face with their own inferiority. Now their god worshiped female. Slowly,
the rest of the men got to their knees and did the same.

Happy with her day's work, the priestess turned to Mika. "You have no consort,
no?"

"No, your highness." Mika replied, her head bowed.

"Its about time you did. Given your vow, you will take this one. He will be
your responsibility. If he escapes or breaks any of our rules, he will be put
to death."

"Yes, your highness." The cavalry woman said with a hint of sadness. She
walked over and retrieved a leather collar with a leash from the wall. Mika
placed it on her new slave while he kneeled. Then she took him for the
traditional trip down to the grooming station. Mika walked. Jack crawled
behind his new mistress and wondered if a quick death might be better.