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Wonder Woman The Queen of Kings

This story is a reimagining of the historical battle between Cyrus the great and queen Tomyris which occurred in 530BC. In my story, King Cyrus is in his physical prime and so is queen Tomyris. Instead of meeting each other on the battlefield, queen Tomyris challenges king Cyrus to a one-on-one duel of strength in order to avenge her son’s murder by Cyrus and his men. Tomyris’ physical appearance is primarily inspired by the painting by Mattia Preti, “Tomyris Receiving the Head of Cyrus, 1670–72” as well as the Scythians’ physical description by various historical accounts.


After being informed of the death of her son by her men at the hands of Cyrus the great, Tomyris sent a formal challenge for one on one combat to king Cyrus in order to avenge her son’s death. If she would lose, Cyrus would subjugate her people. If Cyrus lost, the Achaemenid empire would have to withdraw. Tomyris knew her people would never submit to Cyrus’ rule and would be massacred for fighting back, so her beating him this way would be the best way to save the lives of thousands. Upon hearing the news, Cyrus laughed, for he was in his prime and was gifted by god with immense strength. He had always fought in the front against rival armies and had always come out victorious. Not only was he a brilliant tactitian, but also an incredibly skilled warrior. No man had ever defeated him in combat. His six foot 3 inch frame was very muscular and it was clear to anyone that he had the strength of a lion. ‘’I will fight this Scythian queen and slay her’’ he said. He did not seem the least bit worried about facing her.

Tomyris found out Cyrus had accepted her challenge so she started preparing for the duel. Born and raised in a warrior culture, Tomyris started learning how to fight shortly after birth. She was a beautiful woman with fair hair and deep blue eyes. She had the body of a goddess. Her Well toned arms and legs were unquestionably feminine yet stronger than the limbs of any other warrior in her army. Her thick thighs and amazing curves accompanied with her voluptuous breasts and beautiful, delicate face made it an honor for her to grace anyone’s eyes by her mere presence. All her men idolised her strength, her power and determination and worshipped her beauty. Her intelligence was unrivaled, no man could outsmart her when it came to strategy both as an administrator and a military tactician. Any warrior who dared challenge her to a fight was quickly at the mercy of her divine strength. She was smarter, stronger and better in every way than any man in her kingdom. All men where in awe of her and they all desired her. No man could ever compare to her. Every man’s dream was to have the honor and priviliege of falling to his knees and kissing Tomryris’ beautiful feet.

Cyrus was cocky before the battle. He could not believe why the Messagatae gave so much respect to this woman, for in his empire, he was the king of the universe and the greatest warrior. He would show these people the he was the one to be worshipped and not her.

The king and queen met each other and came face to face for the first time in the arena. Only strength of body and mind would determine the winner. So no weapons were allowed and neither were clothes for they could be used by the opponent to alter the course of the battle. Tomyris and Cyrus were both naked in consequence. Cyrus was expecting to be the center of attention, but the people in the crowd however, where not focused on Cyrus’ herculean physique. On the contrary, both men and women were fixated on Tomyris’ divine body and physique. All men and women in the crowd went weak in the knees when laying eyes on her. Her eyes were more majestic than the ocean, her hair flowing down her back like a river was better looking than any of nature’s wonders. Her skin was soft and fair. Her lips were more beautiful than any rose. Her breasts, curves and overall figure made her the embodiment of the perfect woman, but her physique was clearly a match for Cyrus in a fight. She was as tall as Cyrus, standing 6 foot 3 inches herself. Her sweet feminine arms, shoulders body and back were as big and as well built as his, but it was her thighs which were thicker, more muscular and more sculpted than her rival’s. Tomyris’ perfect feet were far more beautiful than any man’s face. She was indeed a goddess.

Cyrus was frustrated by Tomyris getting more attention than him. He was already angry and stared at her with contempt. Tomyris remained calm and stared at him without fear. She was determined to avenge the death of her son and defend her people. She loved them more than anything and therefore she would protect them no matter what.

As soon as the fight started, Tomyris and Cyrus locked each other up with their arms, each pressing on the other's shoulders with their hands. Cyrus immediately starting turning red, his worthy female opponent was pushing him back with ease. He released his grip and tried to punch her, but Cyrus missed every single hit. She was too fast and too smart for him, predicting his every single move and moving out of the way in time. She then lifted her divine foot of the ground and landed a kick on Cyrus’ face, her sole landing directly on Cyrus’ mouth. He was knocked down to the ground for the first time in his life and, most impressively, from her first strike. He got up only to receive a kick to the torso and another to the face. He fired back with strikes, missing each one and receiving hard knees to the torso and kicks to the face in response from his female opponent. Cyrus’ torso was turning red and his face started bleeding. He tried to take Tomyris down in desperation, only for Tomyris to wrap her powerful arms around his waist and, with her beautiful right leg trapping his left, she lifted him of the ground and sent him crashing down. He tried to get up only to be taken down again and again by the queen. It was clear Tomyris was stronger than Cyrus. She was much stronger and faster than him. She was also outsmarting him since the beginning of the fight, predicting his every move and hurting him in response. The king had challenged a goddess and he was going to lose. Finally, Tomyris took him down one more time and got his back. She then wrapped her legs in a triangle, trapping his head and right arm between her powerful thighs. She started squeezing his neck and throat with her thighs and with the strength of her Amazonian arms and legs, she easily broke his herculean arm. Cyrus screamed his surrender as loudly as he could, pleading for her to release. Him. The tall, strong and beautiful woman had just made the arrogant man beg for mercy. The fight was over.

Tomryris released him from her legs and wrapped her feet around his neck and squeezed his throat, forcing him to confirm his submission, which he did. She got up while he layed flat on his back, humiliated and in pain. She put her right foot over his mouth and he immediately started kissing it passionately and caressing the top of her foot with his left hand, fearing her wrath.

In a powerful tone, Tomyris said the following: You can defeat any man but you lost the moment you challenged a mother. Deep down, a woman is stronger, smarter, more brave and more powerful than any man. Injure her child and she will destroy you. A woman protecting the ones she loves has a strength greater than a hundred men. I will protect the men and women of my country with my life and you will pay for killing my son. My son shall be avenged and all shall remember the day you crossed paths with the wrong queen.

‘’No please, I now accept that my rightful place is beneath your beautiful feet!’’ Cyrus cried. He then got to his knees and gently kissed both of her feet, but Tomyris would not let him escape justice by begging.

Tomyris locked her arms around Cyrus and lifted him in the air one last time. When he crashed to the ground, he screamed in fear, but she silenced him by trapping his neck between her powerful thighs and pinning his left arm with her beautiful hands. He squealed as she broke his other arm. She now squeezed him with all her might between her powerful thighs until his breathing ceased and he lay dead on the ground.Tomryris released her hold and got up with Cyrus laying dead at her feet.

All the men in the crowd, both Achaemenid and Messagatae got to their knees and put their hands together in a sign of worship towards the queen. The women also also put their hands together and started praying to the queen. With her wisdom and strength, Tomyris had prevented a fullscale war and saved the lives of both her people and the achaemenids. The elite of the Achaemenid dynasty now idolised Tomyris. They pronounced her the new queen of the Achaemenid empire. Tomyris now had a vast empire under her rule as well as more subjects she now swore to serve and protect. She became a benevolent ruler and under her guidance, her kingdom prospered. She would soon bring Egypt, carthage, Rome and more land to the East of the Scythian Steppes under her rule. Starting with her, the empire would be ruled exclusively by strong, brave, intelligent, powerful and beautiful queens who protected and took care of their people. The age of the godesses had begun.

Together all her subjects from the four corners of the world would sing in praise:
‘’All hail queen Tomyris, queen of the universe, queen of kings.’’

Hope you enjoyed the story! Please leave a comment if you want too (this is my first story, I tried my best) and have a great day!
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Great Story about a powerful queen. Hope to hear tales about more powerful women !!!
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The Queen of Kings, part 2

This story is based on the battle between Telesilla of Argos and King Cleomenes of Sparta in 494 BC. I recently learned about the amazing true historical event which inspired this story from the writings of the historian Plutarch. It turns out the Spartan warriors’ most formidable opponent in history was an army of women who took up arms to defend their city!

At birth, Telesilla was a frail and sickly little girl. She lived in a world ruled by men, but she aspired to becoming a benevolent queen, who would save all men and women from pain and suffering. She wanted to be a hero. Unfortunately, her gender and physical limitations stopped her from ascending the social ladder, but nevertheless, she was determined to achieve glory.
However, not all women in her native city of Argos shared her resolve. They feared the wrath of their husbands and kept their talents to themselves to not hurt their male egos. Nevertheless, one day, Telesilla found herself a role model in the field of queendom. One day, she heard of the tale of Queen Tomyris, the woman revered as a deity in the empire on the other side of the sea. Tomyris easily vanquished Cyrus, the king of the universe, Saving her people and the empire from a bloody war. Ever since Telesilla heard the story of Tomyris, she aspired to be like Tomyris one day. So, she started training to be a warrior, she ate healthy food and took good care of her body and developed a rigorous work ethic. Her discipline, work ethic and healthy habits (she made herself a strict eating diet to stay healthy and have good nutrition) gave her a healthy body. She signed up in the Argos army, pretending to be a man. When she was discovered and removed from the army of Argos, she enlisted in numerous armies across numerous city-states until she completed her training. She also prioritised her education, taking academia very seriously and becoming a renowned poetess.
However, the men in all armies she enlisted in removed her as soon as they found out she was a woman. Despite this, Telesilla had reached adulthood and had become a champion of a woman. She was an incredibly beautiful woman, 6’4’’ in height, with blond hair, brown eyes, and soft, fair skin. Her Thighs, legs, arms, and body were sculpted like those of a divine warrior woman. No poet could compare to her genius in writing, she was the prodigy of literature of her time and for all times to come. Her strength was unparalleled. Any man who challenged her to a fight, she easily beat. Olympic male champions in boxing, pankration and wrestling challenged her in their respective sports and she defeated them all. If she were not barred from participating in the ancient Olympics because of her gender, she would be the champion in all sports, the male body being incapable of comparing to her female strength and power. She was smarter, stronger, and superior in every way to any man. However, Telesilla wanted other women to unlock their full potential like she did and create a society where women would be free to express themselves and demonstrate their true strength, power, and talents, for the women were capable of doing things far greater than any man could achieve. So, using her divine intelligence as well as the fame and wealth she accumulated through her poetry, Telesilla recruited numerous women to enroll in an undercover training regimen made up exclusively of women. To avoid being discovered, Telesilla and her associates used a new form of coded poetry Telesilla created and taught to her female friends to communicate with each other, schedule meetings and recruit more women. Telesilla had eventually created a female army more disciplined and more powerful than any male army. The daughters of the first women who joined Telesilla and were raised and educated alongside her army, had grown up, through excellent training and nutrition, to be taller, stronger, and more intelligent than any men. However, Telesilla’s army remained undercover, the reasons being they did not want to take power by force and begin senseless bloodshed. Also, even if they were to leave the city of Argos and start their own matriarchal society, they would have the whole world of men attack and attempt to destroy them, for the men living outside of the empire ruled by Tomyris and her female society would not stand the appearance of another society dominated by women in their own backyard. The patriarchs of Argos and other neighboring cities were already afraid and felt threatened by the powerful queens who ruled the empire next door. So, Telesilla and her women scholars and warriors were awaiting the right moment to rise from the shadows.
And one day, on the year 494 BC, that moment came. Cleomenes, the king of Sparta, was now at war with Argos. For centuries, the spartans had dominated ancient warfare. One spartan warrior was said to be equal to several soldiers from another city-state. Once Cleomenes met the men of Argos on the battlefield, he massacred them, exterminating all men of Argos and was now heading for the city from were them men came from in order to enslave the free women and children and kill who opposed them or who they deemed unworthy of life. The people of Argos were expected to experience a form of brutality the likes of which they had never seen before. Telesilla and the women grieved the death of their men, for even though they had oppressed their women, it was still their fathers, husbands and sons who had died, and the men and women of Argos had deeply loved each other regardless of the circumstances. However, their tears had to be wiped away quickly and their sorrow had to be set aside too, for the Spartan army was coming. Telesilla took the opportunity to free all the slaves of Argos and she told them: ‘’You are free now, flee the city and escape the bloodshed to come. We, the women of this city shall defend this place with our lives, and we shall never let the Spartans lay a hand on you!
Tears fell from the eyes of the slaves for this goddess who had freed them and who was protecting them from violence and they all fell to their knees in front of Telesilla to pray for her success and triumph over the Spartans. Telesilla thanked them for their kind words and wished them good luck on their escape.
Once the Spartan army arrived in Argos, they were surprised to see tall strong women atop the roofs of Argos blocking the entrances of the city. Cleomenes took the time to analyse his foe and realised his army was not in a good position. The spartans were experts in battle on an open field, but they were not trained for urban warfare. They would be especially vulnerable to projectiles thrown from the rooftops by the women.
To the women’s surprise as well as to his soldiers, Cleomenes put his weapons down and applauded the women. ‘’I salute you, brave warrior women. Your excellent strategy has left us in a standstill. My men cannot enter the city because of your impeccable defenses. However, us Spartans never surrender, we will encircle this city and lay siege to your home, starving your people. Once the siege becomes unbearable and most of you have died of hunger, we will enter the city and massacre you. However, I have a proposition for you. Send your best warrior and if I am to defeat her, I will take the city and spare its citizens. If she vanquishes me, We will leave the city and return to Sparta. If you refuse my proposition, the siege will proceed,’’ said Cleomenes.

The women were flattered and surprised that for once, they were being complemented for their skills in combat and strategy, something which their men would never do. However, Spartan men were different. They valued bravery and strength above anything else. Their women had relatively more freedom than other city states like Athens for example. Cleomenes’ demeanor made Telesilla respect him, and she responded to his challenge:
‘’I will fight you,’’ said Telesilla.
Telesilla came out of the city, removed her armor and clothes and so did Cleomenes, both preparing for the match. Her perfect body was visible to all men and women. She was beautiful in every way and none of the Spartans muscular bodies could compare to her divine physique. To everyone’s shock, she was even taller than Cleomenes himself. Every part of her body was even more muscular and better built than Cleomene’s own, even though every part of Telesilla’s body remained feminine in appearance in every aspect. It was hard for both men or women to even stay focused on the battle, her feminine attributes being so well made with her beautiful breasts being like two golden globes and her heart shaped ass being sculpted to perfection like her powerful, feminine, and strong thighs. Some inner instinct made the men want to bow down and kiss Telesilla’s magnificent feet. The Spartans tried very hard to resist this urge and stay focused on the duel.
‘’Telesilla, your incredible physique demonstrates the effort and dedication you have put into your training over the years. It is my honor to fight you as an equal.’’ Said Cleomenes.
‘’Likewise,’’ said Telesilla.
Telesilla surprised Cleomenes’ with her strength and resolve from the start. He could not even react before she landed a powerful right cross to his face, dropping him. He got up, but he might as well have stayed down. Telesilla landed her beautiful feet on his face, torso, and leg multiple times. When he closed the distance, she landed elbows and punches to his face which rocked him. He was now a bloody mess. she then wrapped her powerful arms around his waist and tripped him to the floor. She got his back and applied a rear-naked choke, making his lose consciousness. He came to his senses in a few seconds only to find Telesilla applying a perfect armbar on him while putting her beautiul feet on his face. Cleomenes could no longer resist the urge to kiss her divine feet anymore while having the soft skin of her perfect soles over his mouth. He gently kissed her feet, making Telesilla realise what Tomyris must have realised years ago while fighting Cyrus: No matter the man, may he be king or not, every male has an inner urge to submit, worship and venerate the woman he desires. She felt pity for Cleomenes, who had been the first man to acknowledge her talents, but nevertheless, this was a fight, and she was determined to finish him. She then proceeded to break his arm. She allowed him to get up and through a punch, only for her to easily dodge it and through a powerful kick to his face, sending him falling to the ground. While unconscious, she broke each of his legs with a powerful leg lock for him to wake up to extreme pain. She then decided to honor her idol Tomyris by taking the same position as her to kill Cleomenes. She wrapped her powerful thighs around his head and neck and began crushing him while breaking his other arm. After breaking his arm, she noticed something that changed her mind: His manhood was fully erect. She also noticed that her sweet female genitalia had become wet because of the dual. Telesilla wanted to thank Cleomenes for being the first man to acknowledge her strength. Knowing she had to kill him, she wanted him to go with all the pleasure in the world. She positioned him with his back to the floor and wrapped her powerful legs around the back of his head with her feet reaching his penis. She began stroking gently and lovingly his penis with her perfect feet while partially suffocating him, but not enough for It to kill him. The partial lack of oxygen because of her magnificent thighs squeezing his head and neck combined with her perfect feet caressing his genitals brought an incredible feeling of ecstasy within Cleomenes. His limbs were broken, and he could do nothing to stop her, not that he wanted to. He was completely helpless and at her mercy and he loved it. Faster and faster, she stroked with her feet until white cream gushed out of his penis and a massive shock of pleasure filled his body. She had made him completely forget about the pain and given him the greatest pleasure of his life with her legs and feet. She released him, got on top of him, and wiped the blood from his face with her beautiful hand and gently kissed his lips. She then began to slide her tongue into his mouth and they both had a moment of passion through this. It was an oasis of joy in between all the violence.

‘’Go in peace, Cleomenes’’ Said Telesilla.
She remained on top him, putting her vagina on his mouth, while wrapping her thighs around his head for the last time. Before dying, he would have the honor of licking the angelic genitalia of this goddess. He kissed and licked the lips of her vagina before sliding his tongue into her beautiful vagina while be crushed by her. He licked faster and faster until she became a waterfall. He swallowed all her divine juices, enjoying the experience and loving being trapped between her thighs, until he stopped breathing and lost consciousness for the last time.

Telesilla got up. She had defeated the king of the Spartans and given him the greatest death a man could ever hope to have. The Spartans honored their king’s last wish and returned home for now. The women Cheered the victory of Telesilla and crowned her as their new queen. Telesilla now founded the matriarchy of Argos and achieved her dream of becoming a queen and a hero, just like her idol, Tomyris. Tomyris’ daughter, now the queen of Tomyris’ empire Tomyris had renamed the empire of the Goddess, in honor of the women who ruled it, sent a formal letter congratulating Telesilla for her many valiant deeds. Most men who had learned of Telesilla’s exploits either envied her or despised her out of an inferiority complex, but many men, out of veneration for Telesilla and her female warriors, joined the city and submitted to their female heroes. The women chose the men they wished to take as a husband and many children were born out of the marriages. After her victory, Telesilla proceeded to build schools for all the children and medical/healing facilities for the sick and the wounded. Her society flourished.
While returning home, the leaders of Sparta, learning of the defeat of their army, felt humiliated. The new king of Sparta did not want to honor Cleomenes’ last wish and emphasised on the city’s rule of no surrender and no retreat and all Spartans prepared the largest army they had ever assembled to destroy the matriarchy of Argos. All city states of the region joined Sparta as allies out of their hatred for the independent women.
Telesilla’s battles had only just begun. The alliance determined on destroying her new queendom outnumbered her army more than ten to one, but she was more determined than ever to show the world the true power of a woman.
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The queen of kings, part 3

In this story, the battle of Thermopylae of 480 BC takes an interesting turn. Because of queen Tomyris ascending to the throne of the Achaemenid empire 50 years prior and establishing the age of the queens, there is no king Xerxes at the head of the empire, but a queen named Artemisia of Caria and her realm has been transformed and renamed into what is now the empire of the goddess in honor of the women who ruled it. She is the granddaughter of Tomyris and a proud defender of justice and peace. She tries her best to save the life of her people and those in need. One day, queen Telesilla of Argos calls to her in aid as an alliance of numerous city-states, led by Sparta, have assembled a massive army of men vastly outnumbering Telesilla’s female forces in a effort to destroy the matriarchal society they have built and for revenge for the defeat of their king Cleomenes at the hands of Telesilla 14 years ago. Queen Artemisia answers her call and heads for Thermopylae where, to save Telesilla and her people, she will face king Leonidas in one-on-one combat to decide the fate Telesilla’s Matriarchy and Sparta.


A few years after queen Tomyris defeated king Cyrus in battle and was crowned queen of the Achaemenid empire and the Massagetae. The empire was transformed into the empire of the Goddess, a society now ruled by women. She soon took Darius I as her husband. As soon as she entered the Achaemenid capital, Darius fell in love with Tomyris on sight and, with deep admiration of her accomplishment of easily defeating Cyrus the great, he fell to his knees and kissed her beautiful feet. Darius’ gentle and submissive nature, his desire to serve Tomyris and his deep love and worship of Tomyris moved her heart. He dreamed of serving her and taking his rightful place beneath her divine feet. Tomyris accepted him as her husband and servant, taking good care of him, showing him kindness and affection as well as protecting him. In return, Darius admired her even more. Ever since Tomyris’ ascension to queendom in the empire, she and her descendants could only give birth to female children. The reason being simple: the loss of her son and her victory over Darius had compelled mother nature to change her and her royal descendants on a fundamental level, giving birth only to female rulers, because the strength and intelligence of a woman was greater than that of any man and thus, only female rule could ensure the prosperity of the kingdom as well as all of humanity. A woman would be wise and brave enough to protect her people better than any man could ever do, as Tomyris had protected her people from Cyrus. The men welcomed the rule of the queens since they idolised their intelligence and their strength. Their managing of the empire also bettered their lives.


Artemisia was the daughter of Iris and granddaughter of Tomyris. She was born In Caria during one of her mother’s expeditions there. Before becoming queen, Artemisia was supreme commander of her mother’s armies, which was gradually become more female due to the superior skills of the female soldiers. Artemisia and her mother followed in the footsteps of Tomyris and conquered vast swaths of land. By the year 480 BC, when Artemisia ascended to the throne, her empire controlled much of Asia, Africa, and Europe. On that same year, Artemisia received a message requesting military aid from the empire of the goddess from queen Telesilla, who had successfully defended the matriarchy of Argos for 14 years from the Spartan led male alliance but was now running out of resources and trapped in a massive siege. She wanted help from her fellow woman to break the siege. Artemisia accepted and set sail for Thermopylae, where King Leonidas agreed to meet her in one-on-one combat. The winner would decide the fate of both Sparta and Argos.


Artemisia was the third queen of the empire of the Goddess while also being the most beautiful, tallest, and strongest of all three queens. She was 6’5’’, she had dark blue eyes, dark brown hair and beautiful, fair skin. Everything about her was perfect, her lovely lips, her erotic breasts, her strong and well-built thighs, and arms. Her limbs were more powerful than that of any man. She was a warrior worth a thousand men and a scholar with greater intelligence then that of ten thousand men.


She stepped forward and came face to face with Leonidas. He was a very muscular man and as tall as her, at 6’5’’. They faced each other, neither one showing a hint of fear. Tension was in the air. Artemisia knew this was not going to be an easy battle and so did Leonidas. They were both champions. Their heartbeat was fast paced while looking each other dead in the eye.

‘’I will rip you limb from limb, woman,’’ said Leonidas.

‘’We shall see,’’ Said Artemisia.

Artemisia loved the sea. She had based her fighting style out of her love for travelling throw the waters of the Mediterranean. In fact, those who faced her and whom she had allowed to live to tell the tale, explained how it felt like they were drowning when facing Artemisia. Artemisia’s thighs and arms were liked anacondas suffocating you the whole time. She could take your breath away with her beauty as well as her strength.


Leonidas and Artemisia both locked hands, grappling each other to push the other down. This battle was shaping up to be a battle for the ages, much like what happened when Cyrus fought Tomyris. Leonidas, however, was not being pushed back immediately like Cyrus was. He and his formidable female opponent were at a standstill. Neither one could get the upper hand on the other.


Artemisia kneed Leonidas in the stomach and released her hold. She began landing kicks to his stomach and kept the pressure going while Leonidas swung at her, missing each Strike. However, he successfully took Artemisia down while grappling. He now thought he had the upper hand, but the woman was just as wise as she was strong.


Artemisia wrapped her legs around Leonidas’ neck and right arm, squeezing him between her powerful thighs. Men would all give up and beg for mercy once Artemisia got a hold of them this way, but Leonidas was built different, he would not break so easily.


He lifted Artemisia in the air to slam her to the ground, but she wisely switched her hold to an armbar, trapping his arm between her legs. Leonidas got to his knees and positioned himself to stop her from breaking his arm. Leaving his neck exposed, Artemisia trapped Leonidas’ throat in a powerful hold, her powerful arms blocking his blood from going to his head. At the same time, she trapped his arm and torso between her thighs, placing him in a powerful body scissor while chocking him with her powerful arms. The hold was painful even for Leonidas, but with his remaining free arm, he managed to grab Artemisia’s hands and break her grip on his neck. Artemisia could no longer end the fight by strangling him, so she poured as much pressure as she could with her thighs on his midsection. When she was satisfied, she released the hold and allowed him to get back up. She continued kicking and kneeing his midsection until Leonidas attempted a second takedown. Something was different this time, however. Artemisia’s divine legs were now too strong for him to take her down. He also noticed his movements getting slower and slower. Artemisia’s technique had worked to perfection. Her constant kicks and squeezing on Leonidas’ body, coupled with her chokes and non-stop grappling had stopped Leonidas from catching one full breath throughout the whole fight. No matter how strong he was, his body could not function for long with his brain having a prolonged lack of oxygen. Artemisia was beginning to drown him.


She kept this brutal dance of death going for a whole hour. More and more she would bring the fight to the ground. Tighter and tighter she would make her chokes on his neck and throat. Greater and greater would be the force of her thighs crushing Leonidas until the fight reached a point where he could barely stand. She kept the fight going, toying with him. She would occasionally rub his penis with her hands and feet, humiliating him even further while beating him down. Finally, Artemisia landed her beautiful foot on Leonidas’ face and he collapsed to the ground. She put her divine foot on his chest, signifying her victory.


She proceeded to wrap her legs around his neck and Leonidas could offer no resistance any longer. She ended his life by crushing his neck with the strength of her powerful thighs. Before his death, tears fell from his eyes from the agonising pain and the realisation that this powerful woman had defeated him in every way. He understood she was smarter, stronger and his superior at everything and then died. Artemisia had drowned Leonidas. Artemisia had successfully defeated Leonidas, and this signaled the end of Sparta. The empire of the goddess was now going to conquer Sparta. The three hundred Spartans who had accompanied Leonidas sought to avenge the death of their king and each challenged Artemisia to a one-on-one duel. She defeated each of them, without interruption, in a one-on-one duel, crushing each man under her majestic feet and powerful thighs.


‘’No man can overcome the Strength of a woman,’’ she said.


Sparta fell to the empire of the Goddess and the matriarchy of Argos was now safe. Artemisia’s kingdom prospered with her and her descendants who eventually transformed the empire of the goddess into a paradise on earth.


In the next two centuries, the empire of the Goddess came to encompass nearly all Asia, Africa and Europe. The empire liberated women from Patriarchal traditions, allowing women to reach their full potential. The men who were taken good care of by the women also reached their full potential, but it was insignificant compared to the women’s. Around two hundred years after Tomyris’ coronation, women now stound a full six inches taller on average than the men, being around six foot four, compared to the men’s five foot ten. The bodies and faces of the women resembled that of Tomyris, they were all beautiful and well built in body. Even though men could pursue education, nearly none of them did because it was not necessary: after reaching their full potential, women were so much smarter and stronger than the men that the highest scoring man was multiple levels below the lowest scoring woman. All jobs were done by women, but it was the women who did all house chores too. Men had effectively become obsolete after women reached their full potential. However, women’s compassionate nature and desire to protect as well as their good nature allowed men to live great lives in this society. The women treated the men with kindness and offered them protection as well as a better life. In return, the men idolised the women, worshipped them as the goddesses they were and served them, which was all they could do. Women achieving their full strength meant that rape, domestic violence, and all crimes had disappeared. Women’s superior intelligence stopped them from doing such crimes and cowardly men who would act this way were too scared to dare and try because of the strong women who would stop them. Marriage ceremonies were also performed differently. The woman would choose which husband she would marry and during wedding day, the man would fall to his knees in front of his wife and kiss her beautiful feet. Men lived on average to be eighty years old and women outlived them by more than forty years, reaching the age of a hundred and twenty on average. The women of the empire did not age. Women maintained the beauty and strength of their early twenties even at over a hundred and twenty years of age. A woman’s body remained identical from their early twenties onwards. Men however, did not have the strong bodies of the women and though they did not age in appearance, their bodies became weaker as they got older. At death, the men were buried, while the women, after surpassing a hundred and twenty years of age, simply reached the sacred temples of the goddesses and (to avoid over population) simply transformed into a rose scented vapor and ascended to a higher plain of existence, where they could pass on their memories and skills to the minds of the women who stayed in the living world. The women of the empire of the goddess had indeed become divine.


In 331 BC, queen Roxana, the greatest of the queens so far, conquered the Americas, Oceania, the remaining nations of Africa and Asia. The remaining kingdom who opposed her was the kingdom of Macedonia of Alexander the Great. He and his father managed to conquer the neighboring city-states and even take the city of Argos. In an act of cruelty, they destroyed the matriarchy established a hundred and fifty years ago by Telesilla. After his father’s passing, Alexander set his eyes on the empire of the goddess. He wanted to conquer the empire next door and become the king of this world. He crossed the sea and entered Anatolia. Queen Roxana heard of his endeavor and offered to fight him in a one-on-one duel like Tomyris did with Cyrus. The winner would decide the fate of the world. If Alexander won the duel, the world would revert to a patriarchal society. If Roxana were victorious, the women would become the benevolent rulers of this world for all time and queens and goddesses would have the fate of the world in the palm of their beautiful hands.
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