As the horde of Amazons came crashing through the gates of Atlantis, Agaue knew his life would never be the same. He realized his great city full of beauty and dedicated to science, not war craft, could not resist the women warriors for long. Agaue had also heard the legends of how Amazon women took no male prisoners and of how they dispensed them by cutting off their manhood. As the man would lie there bleeding out, the women would attach his gentiles to their crescent shields as proof of their disdain of everything male.
The fierce woman fighters cut through the army of Atlantis as a knife cuts through the fat of a goat. Agaue a man with no fighting skills knew that nothing would save him except his wit. As the Amazons marched up his street pulling the males from their hiding places, he hurried to put his plan into words. He went out to the walk in front of his abode and knelt in subservience to his new rulers. He watched in horror as the woman warriors proved the legend to be true, slicing off the genitals of the captured Atlantian men.
As they came to his house, two large women yanked him to his feet. They appeared crude and smelled of sweat and the blood of their defeated enemy. He looked up to see their leader standing before him and her beauty went to his heart truer than any arrow she could bow.
With a quick slice of a sword, his tunic was cut from his body, falling to the ground. He now stood naked before his captors awaiting his plight.
"Queen Myrine, what would you like done with this one, same as the rest?"
He stared up to this fierce solider; he wondered how such a delight to his eyes could be so treacherous. He knew he was to die and yet he could not stop the erection rising from his loins. He saw the Queen's eyes drop to his tumultuous stirrings and thought he saw a hint of a smile from at the corners of her mouth.
"This one shows the signs of a breeding slave bring him to my quarters."
A yoke was placed around Agaue's neck and his hands bound to it. He was marched to the center of town, where the Amazons had taken over the palace. He was secured with their livestock as the Amazons considered men nothing more than animals. The stalls smelled of dung and urine and Agaue kept retching as he struggled to keep from vomiting the contents of his stomach. Sometime during the night, he was taken to be washed off and then to be presented to Queen Myrine. Myrine ignored him as she talked with her generals, she gave such little thought of the man in their midst, they talked freely of strategies and plans.
"My Queen we have dire word from the battle in Troy, the great warrior Penthesilea has been wounded by Achilles himself. Troy is about to fall and all of Athens is preparing to march on our small army."
"I want you to assemble your women and I will tell them all that I will never surrender to an army of solders who have worms dangling between their legs. If we all are to die then I will take the lead and be the first."
"My Queen, if I may be allowed to speak..."
