Wonders of History
By Valley Vixin
Dr Asata Kandakes, PhD, holder of the
prestigious Chair of Egyptology in the Metropolitan museum looked at the fresco
that had been recovered from the burial chamber in ancient Mero, heartland of
the Kushan Empire that had been the source of the Nubian XXV Dynasty of Ancient
Egypt. What she saw in the fresco was something that people a hundred years
ago would not have understood, that no one from before the Second World War
would have understood, because it was the depiction of something that had no
business being part of Kushan/Nubian history, for it was a legend of Greece
long thought to be nothing but the conjured fear of misogynist Hellenic Greeks
about fictional free women stronger than male warriors.
With the return of Wonder Woman, Princess of Diana of Themyscira, the fresco
clearly depicted what could only be Amazons. Dr Asata Kandakes felt her own
body start to blush as the answer for how the Kushans could suddenly rise to
power enough to sweep aside the might of Egypt, when the Pharoh had turned them
back so many times before. The answer was one that shocked Dr Kandakes to her
soul, but stirred in her loins and her blood a hunger that she had no idea lay
inside her. What was depicted, what answered the question of how the Nubians
suddenly gained the power to sweep aside Egypt answered the same question as
how the Kushans of that age maintained Matrilineal succession through their
conquest and of Egypt, and why it was only with the loss of that Matrilineal
rule and the rise of the Patriarchy in Egypt that the Nubian rule was broken.
What to do? Were she to announce this, the chance that she would become a
target, considering the conservative Muslim patriarchal rule of Egypt today,
and the somewhat quieter but no less real war on women that the Christian
fundamentalists and conservatives waged in this country, her chances of
profiting from this revelation in traditional ways were slim. Yet, there was
both a path to confirming her suspicions, securing her protection, and securing
a reward far greater than money or glory. She had to select her team of
students for this dig carefully. In this age of affirmative action, it should
be possible to select a group that shared the particular traits required to
keep this dig a secret, and give her the people required to make her greater
plan a reality.
Last of all, when the time came for the big reveal, a select guest list of female
celebrities of colour, and of course, the guest of honour, Wonder Woman.
“Please accept our invitation to be the guest of honour at the revealing of one
of the most important archaeological discoveries of the last two centuries, a
discovery that will rock the patriarchal understanding of the ancient world to
its roots, and restore the rightful place of African Queens in ancient
history. As the Defender of All Women, not just white women, and as the single
greatest living authority on Amazonian culture, we implore you to join with us
and lend your knowledge, your name, and your service to the restoration of the
true role Matriarchal African society in the ancient world.”
The email, later the invitation delivered by courier to the Themysciran embassy,
was signed by Dr Asata Kandakes, a short black woman whose rich curves were
closer to a paleolithic goddess statue, big belly and big curves, than that of
a Greek Goddess like Wonder Woman. Diana knew her work, had been part of
verifying some of the Minoan works recovered by new submersibles from the
bottom of the Mediterranean. Dr Kandakes had struck her as being a woman
deeply, passionately committed to restoring the place of women in history that
had been deliberately wiped away by centuries of Patriarchal rule. Diana
smiled, the very name Kandakes was the name Kushan’s gave to the sisters of the
King. In a Matriarchal it was the children of the king’s sister who would inherit,
as the right to rule was maternal. First it was the Queens that ruled, and
then the sons of Queens, and then only at the end was it weak and foolish sons
of Kings who lead the kingdom to ruin. Her mind shied instinctively away from
the forbidden truths, the truths hidden from history everywhere outside Themyscira,
the Island of the Amazons.
She would attend the gala. She was the Defender of All Women, the one charged
with helping women achieve their proper place in what had become entirely too
much man’s world. She supposed as both the most famous of the Amazons and the
greatest living scholar of the ancient world, she would have a unique ability
to attest to the veracity of a find that the male archeological community would
prefer to hide. She smiled, it was her place to make sure power bent to
truth. There was no power in man’s world she feared to defy, and no better
voice than hers to attest to truth.
She should have looked out of place, her costume of gold, scarlet and blue as
much the iconography of the United States and its Imperialist tradition as it
was of her own Amazonian heritage, but with her raven hair crowned by her
golden tiara, the warrior promise of her matchless muscles, and the opulent
curves of her womanly frame, she outshone the stars of the gala, while evoking
the wild promise of untamed ancient goddesses. In the midst of the jewel tones
and outrageous fashions of the richest, most famous, and in many cases, most controversial
women of colour, Wonder Woman did not look so much out of place, but the
centerpiece.
Dr Asata Kandakes, her short stout figure moving with the sort of ponderous
dignity of a queen, not the usual bouncing eagerness of the grad student of long
ago, overcome with her latest discovery.
“In the ancient Kushan Highlands, the birthplace of the Nubian Empire, in the
ancient ruins of Meroe, a discovery was made that fundamentally changes our
understanding of the 25th Dynasty of Egypt in the seventh century
BC, for it was not an age of Black Kings who brought Egypt low, but the
conquest of Black Queens, and those who served them.”
The last line was delivered with a tone between command and threat, and the
professor’s gaze locked on Wonder Woman. Dr Kandakes pulled out an ivory
elephant tusk rod, a little broader than a person, to which were fastened a
bronze cuff at each end. A bronze band marked the middle, where a ring
connected it to a second ivory tusk that ended with another bronze ring, this
one a larger collar with heavy front ring and two dangling, far more delicate
chains.
Wonder Woman felt her blood go cold.
Dr Asata Kandakes picked up a remote as she laid the items together on a table
in front of Wonder Woman who stood rooted in shock, as the little Nubian woman
spoke lightly.
“I wonder if Princess Diana of Themyscira, Princess of the Amazons, can tell us
what this object is, and how it relates to Amazonian history, in particular, to
the Amazons role in the rise of the Nubian Queens shown in this recovered
fresco.”
Diana felt her body flush, the shame of the hidden history, and the forbidden
desire that had overcome her every time she thought about what she had been
shown in the Vault of Queens on Themyscria, where the secret shame of their
past is remembered only by the royalty of the Amazons.
Diana felt the weight of the Lasso of Hestia on her hip, felt the weight of the
Lasso of Truth even when it did not bind her. She felt herself begin to speak.
“It began 745 BCE, in the rule of the Amazonian Queen Bytheneos, although her
name was stricken from our public history, and became not simply a curse, or a
joke, but the root of a word for what Amazons hate beyond all else.
Submsissive.
In that time, the Amazons had been at war with the Greek and Phoenicians who
dominated trade in the Mediterranean, and sought to push our trade routes South
and East to the Red Sea. We came upon the ancient Kushites, a warrior tribe of
archers and spearmen in which the women fought along side the men, unlike the
other lesser peoples the Amazons had conquered or brushed aside. It was not
our custom to take slaves, for men were of no use to us save for single use
breeding stock, and there were no women who were either strong or beautiful
enough to stir us. Until the Kushans.
The black bodies of the Kushans who history remembers as the Nubians were far
different than the Greeks, Phoenicians or Persians that the Amazons had seen.
They were not white nor Asiatic, but black. The women were fierce, even if
their purely mortal strength was no where near the equal of even the weakest
Amazon, they fought with intelligence, with courage, and with pride that even
conquest did not rob from them. The taking of Kushan slave girls became a
right of passage for Amazon warriors. Only the greatest Amazon could make one
submit, so of course the great Kushan queen Asata was taken by no lesser
warrior than the Queen of the Amazons herself, Queen Bytheneos.
Queen Bytheneos became smitten with her slave Queen Asata. The slave refused
to wear slave garb, preferring to be naked rather than accept any rainment less
than Queen, nor would she bear any jewelry or decoration, stating that she
would bear only weapons. Queen Bytheneos strove hard to break Queen Asata, and
indeed forced herself on her nightly, but while Queen Bytheneos could beat
Asata, could dominate her physically with the strength no mortal could equal,
and while she could sample the charms of Queen Asata against her will, never
once would Queen Asata lower herself to serve the pleasure of her conqueror.
It became an obsession. Finally, in order to get her slave to serve her in any
capacity, Queen Bytheneos agreed to answer Queen Asata’s questions so long as
Queen Asata would bathe the Amazonian Queen, would braid her hair, would massage
and oil her royal body. The two conditions Queen Bytheneos had to agree to
were that she would always call her slave “Queen Asata”, and that she would
answer any question, no matter what, honestly. Since they were in the privacy
of the Amazon Queen’s own war tents or palaces, the Amazon Queen agreed.
Queen Asata asked Queen Bytheneos “Why is it that your Amazons are so much
stronger than our own warriors? I have seen you take males from every
conquered tribe, as quick to use a slave as a king, a warrior or a cripple, yet
all your girl children are stronger as toddlers than any man grown.”
The Amazon Queen was enjoying the massage being given to her by Queen Asata,
and purred in pleasure, as she answered without thinking.
“It is because the girl children are nursed by Amazons. The breast milk of the
Amazons transforms any child that drinks it into an immortal Amazon with the
strength and speed of a demigod. Even a normal mortal who drank such milk
would borrow the strength of the Amazon herself. The only thing stronger is a
woman nursed by the milk of the Amazon Queen.” Queen Bytheneos purred as Queen
Asata worked her fingers over the Amazonian Queen’s own breasts, looking on
with the patience of a hunting lioness as the Queens pale breasts expressed a
little milk as her Nubian slave massaged them firmly.
Queen Bytheneos was beside herself as with each day her slave “Queen Asata” as
the Amazon Queen was forced to call her, teased her more and more with every
massage, arousing but never finishing her. A dozen times the Amazon Queen
would pin her down and force the black royal to orgasm after orgasm with her
tongue, a dozen times she whipped her until she could not stand, but still the slave/queen
would not lend a finger or tongue, nor even a scissoring thigh to relieve her
Amazonian conqueror.
At last, Queen Asata told Queen Bytheneos that she would indeed offer her a
chance that Queen Asata would please the lusty Amazon with her mouth, and
hands, and whole body and will if only the Amazon Queen would wrestle her
naked. The one that submitted would please the other until they were
satisfied. Given this at last, the Queen of the Amazons did not think, she
simply swore an oath upon her crown that she would agree to those terms, if
Queen Asata would agree to wrestle her every night. Thus it was sworn, and
thus was the betrayal of the Amazons begun, by the will of their own Queen.
The first wrestling match was epic, for
although Queen Asata was the better wrestler, Queen Bytheneos was ten times
stronger, and faster. The match took as long as it did not because the
Amazonian Queen could not beat her black lover, but because she hand never felt
any thrill as glorious as struggling with her, pretending that it was a risk
who would win. Seeing the ferocity in Asata’s dark eyes, feeling the sweat of
their bodies, one light as the moon goddess Artemis, one dark as night,
Bytheneous was almost overcome with lust. She wrestled Asata until she could
take it no more, then she pinned her.
At last, Queen Asata lunged forward and kissed the Amazon Queen. Not the
Amazon forcing herself upon Asata, this time it was Asata who was the
aggressor. Kissing her fiercely, she drove her tongue into the Amazon Queen’s
mouth and raped it with the savagery of an army sacking a town. Her hands
wound into the Amazons hair and claimed her face, pinning her to the ground as
she ravaged her mouth, leaving the Amazon breathless. She kissed and licked
down the Amazon Queen’s neck as her hands drifted down to cup the white queens
ample breasts and maul them roughly, knowing the other’s superior body would
not feel pain the same way a moral woman’s would. As the black queen sucked
and bit at the Amazon’s neck, leaving marks of ownership on the queen’s pale
flesh, her fingers strayed down to the Amazon Queen’s own needy pussy, and
began to stroke her labia, forcing the Amazon Queen to raise her hips,
desperately chasing the teasing fingers that brushed light enough on the eager
clit to excite, but not to complete.
Soon the Nubian Queen descended on the Amazon’s heaving breasts and took one
into her mouth as she finally slid her fingers into the over eager Amazon’s
needy pussy. As the Amazon Queen arched her back in pleasure, the Nubian Queen
bit on the Amazon’s nipple as hard as she could, coupling the pleasure giving
of her fingers with the pain giving of her mouth. Thus was the training of the
Amazon Queen begun as she had her first climax under her slave’s conquering
teeth and fingers. As cum squirted out of the Amazon Queen’s pussy, milk
filled the hungry mouth of Queen Asata. Milk, and power.
All night long Queen Asata trained the Amazon Queen how to associate the
punishment of Queen Asata’s hands, and teeth, with the pleasure she had never
known, or even dreamed possible. It was less than an hour before Queen Asata
forced her to beg her to be allowed to cum.
“Beg me, if you want to cum bitch.” Queen Asata.
“Asata, please, I love you!” Queen Bytheneos begged, writhing helplessly,
trying to reach the pleasing/punishing fingers of her lover, somehow accepting
that the black woman naturally could hold the Amazon Queen helpless without
wondering how this could be true.
“I am Queen Asata to you, and if you want to cum, then you will beg to be my
slave!” the enslaved Queen of the Kushites, the founder of the Numidian Dynasty
snarled at the proud Amazon, taking her nipple and twisting it savagely, making
the Amazon writhe in torment.
“Please Queen Asata, please let your slave cum!” The Queen of the Amazons
begged, and Queen Asata relented, and brought the Queen to a climax that
shattered both her mind and her pride.
Over the next weeks, Queen Bytheneos thought she had won the love of her
beloved slave, and mistook what happened in her bower as a game and not a
change in the dynamic between them. Thus she did not see the problem when
Queen Asata whispered to her in their bed that night.
“All of your captains, every band leader, and even half the common warriors have
one Kushite slave girl. You are Queen. Should you not have more? Should you
not be served by four of them at least? Are you not at least that worthy
compared to a lowly warrior?” Queen Asata whispered.
Queen Bytheneos turned to her lover and asked “Will you not be jealous?” Queen
Asata laughed, slipping a finger into the pussy of her half trained
submissive. “Slaves get jealous, Queens simply demand service.” Queen Asata
said as she fingered the Amazon Queen to a whimpering orgasm.
Soon, the nightly bedroom games had Queen Bytheneos wrestling her slave Queen
Asata until Queen Asata would pin the Amazon, and then she would force the
Queen of the Amazons to please each of her Nubian slave girls as they fed from
her breasts in turn. Within a week, the nightly games involved the Queen of
the Amazons being forced to submit, to accept punishment and humiliation from
each of the four Nubians, and spend her entire night doing nothing but
worshipping their bodies with the passion and drive of the most natural
pleasure slave.
Queen Bytheneos thought nothing of four becoming twelve, and soon each night
she served and was milked by a dozen of the proud Kushite warrior women. She
had been conquered nightly by each of the Kushite women in the camp, as who
served in the dozen rotated each night, until each of the Kushite slaves in the
camp had her chance to dominate and to milk the Amazon Queen.
Soon rumours of the orgies of the Amazon
Queen began to make trouble among the Amazon warriors of the camp, as each of
them had been forced to give up their slaves to the Queen, and the slaves when
they returned no longer submitted to their Amazon warriors, as they claimed
that right belonged only to the Queen. Faced with the prospect of revolt,
Queen Asata whispered to the Amazon Queen that she should let four of the
Amazons who usually guard the tent take part in the orgy, while four of the
Kushites stand guard of the tent. The Queen was reluctant both to share her
Kushite lovers, and to arm slaves, but by this point she had been trained to
submit to any request of her supposed slave, the one she called “Queen Asata”.
The first night, the four proud Amazon guards were quickly overcome, bound, and
forced to submit to the eight black Kushite slave girls, the milk of the Amazon
Queen over the past weeks having made the least of these women stronger than
any normal Amazon. Worse, their own Queen used her own superior strength to
help subdue them, and knelt to kiss the feet of her own slave as Queen Asata
wielded the whip to break the proud Amazons. Given a night of forced orgasms,
the practiced Kushite women broke the minds of the first four guards. Within a
week of nightly duties, the Amazons thought nothing of laying their arms at the
feet of Kushite slaves, and crawling into the tent to serve the pleasure of
those proud women within.
The secret could not be kept forever, and only half of the Amazons had been
broken to their submission and slavery as milk sources and pleasure slaves to
their Kushite captives before it was discovered, and a struggle broke out
between those Amazons who were still free, and the ones who had been made
secret slaves. The combination of enslaved Amazons and empowered Kushites
overwhelmed the free Amazons, and enslaved most of them. The few who escaped,
retreated back to the old coastal holdings of the Amazons, and eventually
retreated from the continent altogether, to hide on the island of Themyscria,
lest the Kushite women follow and enslave the rest as milk animals and pleasure
slaves.
What you see in the mural, and what you hold in your hands, are the “coffle of
the white cow”, the elephant tusk ivory that bound our elbows to our sides, and
the stiffening rod to keep our neck high, the high bronze collar from which the
chains ran to the ring pierced nipples that marked us as the livestock of the
Kushan Queens, the milk cows of the Nubian warrior women. With hundreds of
Amazon milk slaves, the women of the Kushites were the equal of any dozen
mortal men, and the Kushite men were already stronger than the effete Egyptians
of the corrupt priest ruled 24th Dynasty. They swept over Egypt
like a tide and ruled from the Kushan highlands to the mouth of the Nile.
It was the Kushite men that destroyed it. First it was the Princes, who
demanded to use the Amazon milk slaves, but once a man has impregnated her, she
will be nothing but mortal, and her milk do no more than feed an infant.
Within a generation, the Kushan men had raped all the Amazon slaves pregnant,
and the Kushan women were no longer stronger than a dozen mortal men. The
status of women in the tribes sank as the Kushan conquerors fell into the trap
of Egyptian culture, and soon they were no different than they replaced. The
age of the unconquerable Kushan Queens lasted a generation, perhaps two. The whole
dynasty itself lasted no more than a century, before being swept away by the
remnants of the native Egyptians who grew strong once removed from the poison
weakness of palace and temple.”
Wonder Woman was blushing, her bustier the only reason the hardness of her
nipples was not visible to all as she finished the story, but the constant
shifting of her thighs gave away her own sex’s need to deal with the arousal
this most forbidden memory had awakened in the Princess of the Amazons.
Dr Asata Kandakes ran the ivory tusk down Wonder Woman’s spine, then gave her
ass a strong slap with it.
“Tell me, Princess Diana of the Amazons, would you like to demonstrate for us
how this ‘coffle of the white cow’ is fitted? The fresco shows it, but to
understand the reality we need to see it, in the flesh, don’t you think?” Dr
Kandakes asked.
“Yes.” Whispered Wonder Woman, as she allowed the black celebrities to strip
her of her bustier, shorts, and panties.
Kneeling before Asata, as her ancestor before her had, she allowed her arms to
be bound at her sides, the collar to be fitted around her neck, and with at the
end of chains, her proud nipples were stretched achingly to the point of
failure before the harsh clamps at the chains end were affixed, and then her
breasts were allowed to fall, their weight yanking on the princesses’ painfully
erect nipples.
Dr Kandakes pulled her to her feet by the hair, and kissed Wonder Woman
fiercely. She felt the women around her moving to grope Wonder Woman, to pinch
her, slap her, spank her. She was passed around from woman to woman to kiss,
until at last the good doctor yanked off a nipple clamp, and as Wonder Woman
cried out in pain, Dr Asata Kandakes clamed her mouth over the Champion of All
Women’s breast, and began to milk the power of the Amazons into her own middle
aged and fully aroused body.
Somehow, the chance to milk the power of the Amazons, the chance to use, abuse,
and to be pleased by Wonder Woman in ways you would not dare to ask even the most
desperate of prostitutes should be enough to secure for Doctor Kandakes all the
funding and support her research required, and given nothing but lesbians of
colour had even been invited to the gallery event, there would be no men to ruin
the fun this time.
At the end of the evening, as Asata burrowed her face into her desk as a
desperate Amazon rimmed her black ass for the forth time, she turned to Wonder
Woman and asked her new slave the question that had been on her mind all evening.
“Princess Diana, do you think you should arrange tours for your Themyscrian
embassy staff for the exhibit?
Diana shuddered and came, the vibrator in her pussy squealing in its death
throws as her superior strength crushed it as she came at the thought of
helping to enslave her amazon sisters.
“Yes Queen Asata!” Wonder Woman admitted, blushing in the mix of shame and
desire that had ruled her all night.
Asata laughed until she had to stop and cum, the tongue of the Goddess of Truth
driving her to another orgasm. Yes, of course she would love to lead her
sisters to share her fate. Amazons never change.