She sat on her throne as the rest of the Women feasted.  They ate, they drank, they played with their toys.  She was getting a little restless, watching everyone else enjoy their prizes. She was waiting for Hers to be presented to Her.  Her name was Helena and She was Lordess of a special Germanic Norse tribe.  They were special because they were all Women.  Believed to be descended from Valkyries, Helena’s great-grandmother, Janaxara, was said to have been touched by the Goddess of Power and Strength.  She had belonged to a disgusting tribe of Norsemen who treated their women just as poorly as they did their slaves.  She organized and rallied the Women of the village, and one night while the men slept, the Women burned the village and escaped with all the slaves; men, women, and children.  The Women slaves were allowed to join the Female tribe, and the male slaves were spared, but were kept as slaves. Janaxara identified with their suffering, but because they were men, and men had oppressed Her for Her entire life, She could not see them as equals. They were given a choice to flee and be declared an enemy, or accept slavery and remain with the tribe.  The children were cared for and raised accordingly.  Boys learned how to be slaves, and girls learned how to be warriors.  Men were used for their semen to sustain the population of the tribe.

Helena believed that She channeled the Goddess of Strength and Power, and did not fear any Woman, and certainly no man.  As the women feasted, She thought about Her prize….

He was viewed as a leader in the village and seemed to speak for the people.  They were prepared to fight, and some of them did, but when he was faced with a challenge, he cowered before Helena’s might, and begged for Her mercy, pledging his life to the tribe, vowing to do “anything.” His desperate plea was sweet music to Helena’s ears. She laughed at his whimpering, slightly disappointed, because She did love a good fight, but the eagerness is his voice was pleasing to Her.  “he will make a good toy,” She thought… 

“Anything,?” he thought, “we’ll see”…

A horn sounded, the women raised their mugs and cheered.  They all grabbed the leashes of their toys, some of them had 2 or 3, they pounded their mugs,  they hoisted their weapons, they cheered as the Queen’s prize was presented to Her, and they all focused on the Queen’s throne.  This was a ritual performed at every conquering feast, symbolic of the enslavement of all males. A sacrifice, an offering of flesh and pain must be made to the Great Goddess of Strength and Power. So the Queen claimed her prize, and then publicly, in front of all, Tribeswoman and slaves, performed the ritual. 

“You, man, and all men who can hear my voice…are no longer men. You are slaves…and You belong to us!!!” The Women cheered. 

“slaves, understand, you are now property of The Tribe.  You must obey any and all orders from any Woman, now and always, or be stripped and beaten, and banished from the tribe forever. Do you understand?” 

She looked at her prize when She spoke, but She waited in silence for the reaction of the crowd. All around the room, Women were gazing, expectedly at their slaves, to answer in agreement. But the men had no idea what was happening or what was expected of them. 

Still silence, bewildered and confused silence from the men. She asked again, “Do You understand?”

When no one answered, She nodded her head, and almost simultaneously, each Woman dealt a hard slap to the face of each of their slaves. She asked again, “Do You understand?”

Some of the smart slaves, piped up, y-y-es. 

But she nodded again, and again, the slaves were slapped. 

“When asked a question, you will reply with, ‘Yes Goddess.’ Do you understand?”

This time, most replied properly, a few dense slaves were slapped some more, but soon, they all followed suit. 

The entire time, She spoke to her pet, locking eye, feeding off his fear. 

“In time, there will be more training, but for now, stay put and observe.”

“It is time,” She announced. “The Goddess grows hungry,” and she stared intently at her pet.   Several Women on either side of the throne began beating drums, slow, methodical, with more and more faster rhythms coming in and out over the top of the slow pulse. The horns blew again. The women were cheering in a frenzy.  She looked down at her pet. “Kneel,” she commanded, he was hesitant, not exactly sure what was about to happen, and 2 large Women each grabbed one of his arms, while one grabbed his cock and lowered him to his knees.  She quickly grabbed a rope from her belt and tied his cock to a ring fastened to a large stump in the floor. “Lower your head,” she commanded, and the women helped him comprehend the command by forcing his head down to the ground. He was writhing in pain, but they were too strong to even think about fighting back.

She motioned to a woman off to the side of Her throne, and she came forward with a leather collar.  Helena stood and spoke,”This collar symbolizes that You belong to me. You are my property and such, property of The Tribe.” She held the collar above her head.  All of the other women presented collars, and held them over their heads. “Oh Great Goddess of Strength and Power, we claim these inferior creatures for You and name them slaves, forever in service to You, through us.  We thank You for the Strength and Power to rule mercilessly and control all inferior males. We do this in Your name, and we pray that this offering will satiate Your thirst for flesh and pain.”  And with that, each Woman fastened Her collar to Her pets neck, and subsequently a leash. They secured each leash to whatever table they were at, and the drums rhythm quickened. One by one that began to line up at the throne. The Queen’s pet was released from his cock leash and forcibly dragged to the back of the throne, where a large metal structure stood.  The top bar had two shackles hanging down, and the bottom bar all had two shackles. The bars were connected to a rotating device, so that once secure, the slave could be spun from front to back easily. He was shackled, spread eagle, and the Queen held his collar in her hand. She took in the slack and she walked up to him. She towered over his frail naked body.  She smiled and leaned in to whisper in his ear, “When i captured you, you told me you would do anything for me. We are about to find out if that is true.” And she stepped back, removed a large whip from her belt and pronounced, “Let the offering begin!!” And the tribe roared. She dealt one solid blow, and said “Count them, and thank me.” 

“Whack,” she hit him again.

“O-o-ne, thank You,” he stuttered. 

“That was two,” She corrected. “Start over!” and the tribe cheered.  Drums and celebrating continued during all of this. 

“O-o-ne, thank You,” he stuttered again. 

“Thank you, GODDESS,” She corrected him, “Start again!!”

“O-o-ne, thank You,”GOddess,” he exclaimed. 

“Much better,” she praised. 

And she continued to whip him. She did ten on his ass, the spun him and did ten on his cock. Then she did 5 more of each, then 2 more of each, and then 1 more final blow of each. He was just about ready to beg for mercy when she stepped aside, and the procession began. Each member of the tribe proceeded to have their way with him while the rest of the tribe celebrated around it all. …