ANTIOPE AND THESEUS

Antiope (An-tee-OH-pee) lifted the unconscious man, slung him over her shoulder and carried him off. She thought, Attack my people, and this is what you get.

With a dozen other horse-backed warriors, the man had raced through the encampment, sword flailing at the air, not connecting with any meaningful targets. As he’d passed by Antiope, she’d thwacked him neatly in the ribs with a blunt club, and had separated him from his mount. Hitting the ground had knocked him unconscious. The rest of his tribe continued on, leaving him behind. They would not be back, not for a while.

The man was about her height, just slightly taller than six feet. She liked her men with more meat on them, but this one would do for now.

She carried the man to her tent.

“My lady!” her servant girl said, as Antiope entered with her burden. “Let me help you!”

“No need.” She lay the man down on her bed of furs. “You will leave me now.”

“Yesm.” And the girl was gone.

Antiope brought a lamp close to the man’s face. His skin was surprisingly pale, and his hair was golden, including his beard, and the hair on his chest. It seemed so strange to her. She lifted his leather girdle. Golden hair there, too. And a generous mantool. She felt her knees weaken at the sight of it.

Be not weak, she told herself.

As though to prove her strength, she handled the mantool, the girth of it feeling comfortable in her palm, like the grip of a broadsword. Antiope felt a shudder go through her as she felt its warmth. Then the miracle: in her hand, the mantool grew and hardened until it felt like weathered timber.

She would take this golden man, use him, show him just how superior she was. In quiet light, she disrobed, watching the man warily; if he were to awaken too quickly, he might want to do combat, and she must prevent that. No more war, not tonight.

Her regal garments slipped to the ground. All that remained were silver bracelets on her ankles and wrists. Her tight bronze body shone in the light, her color in stark contrast to the man’s pale features.

Antiope mounted the man and straddled his legs. She took his mantool in both hands, and guided it to her dark pubic patch; she rubbed the hardness of it against her jewel, and on the fervent fragrant passage to her inner being. Slowly she lowered herself onto him.

Oh.

The man stirred. She placed her hands on his chest, to hold him down and to steady her; she felt tight pectoral muscles, yet his chest hair was almost feminine in its lightness, and it tickled her palms as she played there. Then there were other hands, his hands. In temporary truce, he sought her body, and his calloused warrior hands were on her breasts; he squeezed each one, and she felt sweet pleasure and excitement at his touch.

As though he were an Arabian stallion, she began to ride the man, slowly at first, and then hips thrusting forward at a canter. She would be the master of this beast.

Guttural tongue. “Rrungh,” the man said. Or perhaps it was a grunt, one of pleasure. “Rrungh!” She felt his rough fingers on her nipples, and he pinched one, and then the other. What was that? A smile on his face!

The woman slapped him. She thought, Do not smile at me, you arrogant man! No pleasure for you!

Antiope rode him harder, trying to break him. She slapped the golden man again, and ground her pelvis into his, taking him as deeply as she could.

And here it came, the ecstasy.

***

So nice, Annie thought.

Dialing her favorite vibrator up to eleven, she plunged it deep within, and here it came, the ecstasy, the climax she’d been putting off for half an hour or more.

“Oh!” And Antiope came, on her golden warrior.

“Oh!” And Annie came, fingering herself furiously, coming all over the Sealy Posturepedic.

Quick fingers, and one more for good luck.

God, that was good.

Annie lay there, feeling the release, lost in the soft afterglow. Her alter ego had conquered again, striking a blow for womanhood. Antiope, Queen of all Amazons, sometime mate of Theseus when she wanted to be, had taken this golden warrior’s essence. And Annie was witness to it all.

***

Annie had adopted Antiope in high school, when she’d simultaneously discovered the intricacies of Greek mythology and the wonders of the orgasm. When she masturbated, even now, especially now, she became the Queen of all Amazons, taking what no man would willingly give to her.

She wasn’t six feet tall. Five feet, three would be stretching it. And Annie hadn’t done anything remotely athletic in the ten years since she had left high school. In the passage of time, her body had taken on the color and consistency of a fine vanilla pudding.

Annie looked around her bedroom. Hard-to-find posters of European movies graced the walls, Italian sixties versions of Greek classical myths; Hercules, yes, and yet there were so many more movies made at that time, the length and breadth of warrior gods. This was her private passion, her secret life. Few men had ever seen this part of her, the part-time Amazon, and fewer still understood what the posters symbolized. Fewer? Make that none. No man knew what was in her mind.

In college, at work, on the street, in the market, for the last ten years Annie was invisible to men. Sure, they communicated briefly, usually in the context of doing business with her; but none of them seemed to SEE her. Certainly not as a woman, a sexual being, someone to lust after, someone to desire, someone to share love. And so she depended on Antiope to provide for her, to give her the men that she needed, if only to have them in her mind.

***

At the office the next day, Annie sat at her desk. Was it Wednesday? Thursday? All she knew for sure was that it was another boring day, complete with the Theodore parade. The shrimpy man had passed her desk four times already. Jeez, no offense, Theo, she wanted to tell him, but it wasn’t possible to get more than ten pens into your breast pocket at one time.

Why did he need so many pens? All of his work had to do with a computer.

“Hey,” he said to her, on the fifth passage.

“Heh.” That was her answer, the ‘please don’t bother me’ heh.

His glasses still needed fixing. Masking tape, right there holding the nosepiece together. She watched Theo walk away, and down the hall.

Suddenly there was another man, a salesman, in front of her desk. “Hey Gorgeous,” he said, and this seedy sales guy leaned down to Annie, staring into modest cleavage. “Is the Big Man in?”

The manager was power lunching with a female colleague from a different section, probably power humping her by now. “No. At lunch. Come back in two hours. Or just leave your card.”

The salesman almost saw Annie the human being, but it was easier for him to focus on her breasts: they were encased lemons of pleasure, as he viewed them. “Say, how about you?” he asked, his libido shifting to overdrive. “Care to have, uh, a brief liaison?”

The man had embarrassed her. “I won’t dignify that with an answer,” she said, and got up. Swiftly she made an escape, to the washroom, to the supply closet, it didn’t matter where.

“Well, uh, maybe later,” the man persisted, but she was quickly out the door and down the hall.

Ten steps, fifteen at the most, and she was in the relative safety of the supply closet, with the door closed behind her. Had the salesman’s advances actually turned her on?

In the safety of the closet, she became Antiope, and she was the woman in charge. Battleaxe at the ready, she peered out a crack in the door. Here came the sleazy suggestive sales guy, walking down the hall, more than likely looking for Annie.

“AHA!” Antiope leapt from the closet. She towered over her prey; she grabbed the man in a hammerlock, subdued him quickly with stealthy strength, and dragged him into the small room, closing the door behind them.

“Please don’t hurt me,” he whimpered.

“Take off your clothes!” the Amazon ordered.

“Please, I have a wife. And kids.” He loosened his tie, and unbuttoned his shirt. “Is…is it money you want?”

“No. Now, your pants. Hurry.” She watched the man, saw his blond hair, the golden tresses that defined this conquered Barbarian. “Now on your knees. Lick my pussy.”

“Please, no, not that! It’s so…unmanly.”

“Lick, or I will hurt you.” The golden man sunk to his knees. Antiope pulled up her regal garments, exposing her womanhood to him. The man tentatively touched tongue to clit, and it was a fiery feeling. “Faster. Harder!” she commanded.

The man did as he was ordered. His face pressed against her pussy, his lips and her labia in passionate embrace, his tongue now seeking inner pleasures and finding them. The man caressed her buttocks, and it seemed to her that his reluctance had diminished; no, his resistance was entirely gone. He was hers to do as she commanded, and he would enjoy it all.

Antiope felt her knees buckle with passion. And here came the ecstasy.

***

Alone in the supply closet, Annie furiously fingered her pussy. And here came the ecstasy.

“Mmmmffff!” Annie tried to stifle the groan, but there it was, a loud one; she shuddered with pleasure, and shook for a few seconds as she enjoyed her climax. Aaaah. She leaned against a supply cabinet, regaining her sea legs.

Better. She felt much better. Straightening her clothes, Annie prepared to go back to work. And then the door opened, and there was shrimpy Theodore, beige tape on his glasses, looking within the closet. “Oh,” he said. “Excuse me.”

Annie didn’t think that he’d seen her fixing her clothes. Then she wondered, Did he hear me when I came? “What do you want?” she said.

“Uh, just looking for a pen.”

“You have seventy-eight of them, right there in your pocket.”

“You exaggerate, Madame.”

Madame? That was cute. Mellow Annie actually smiled.

The smile was not lost on Theodore, who’d been seeking such favor from her for, oh, about two years now. “Would My Queen like to have dinner with me sometime?”

My Queen? Boy, he was suddenly saying all of the right things. “When?” she asked.

“Uh, tomorrow? After work. If it would please Your Highness.”

“It would,” she said. Suddenly and without warning, Annie, Antiope, Queen of all Amazons, was being courted.

***

The next day, at her place, she prepared for the evening; she bathed, and shaved, and waxed her legs, doing things she hadn’t done in so detailed a manner in some time now. There was great attention to her hair. Makeup was on a grand scale.

What is wrong with you? she thought. It’s only shrimpy Theo!

But the things that he’d said, almost as though he’d seen within her, recognized Antiope, and had given the Queen the respect that she was due.

He’s not so bad, she thought.

***

After shaving his face, the warrior applied special balm, the manly fragrance. Theo watched himself in his bathroom mirror; he was strong and handsome, yet sensitive, godly qualities that he only brought out on special occasions.

When he was unprovoked he was simply Theodore, Theo to his friends. But arouse the man, have a woman give him the slightest hope of pleasure, and it was instantaneous transformation to Theseus, master of the labyrinth, conqueror of the Minotaur, possessor of the mightiest schwanz in ancient Greece, nay, the biggest dick in the history of man.

He referred to it as his Golden Rod, his Staff of Life. It was a growth of spectacular size, the length and breadth of which made women swoon on sight. He only did the other stuff for show; the real fun was when women got a first look at his manhood.

The warrior put on new wire-rimmed glasses. He was ready.

***

They sat in a darkly quiet booth at the neighborhood Greek restaurant; a fresco of the Parthenon graced the wall behind them. Candlelight flickered, and Annie inspected the man’s face: something was different about him, but she couldn’t figure it out. He just didn’t look like Theo.

“You look lovely tonight,” he said as they finished eating.

Lovely? Never in her life had she been called ‘lovely.’ “Heh,” she answered, the stunned ‘heh.’ Finally, “Thank you.” Embarrassed, she thought she might run to the ladies’ room, retreat as she had with the pushy salesman. But she couldn’t move.

“I’d waited a long time for this,” Theo continued. He reached across, and took her hand. He peered intently into her eyes. “I find you so beautiful, my Queen. You make me want to do heroic things.”

Annie felt her knees go rubbery. She told herself, Be not weak. “Are those new glasses?”

“Yes, but it’s you I want to talk about. Your hair, your face. You look like a goddess tonight.”

She’d never been told any of those things before. She tried to hold on to her composure, yet she felt wetness between her legs. “Theo, I never suspected this about you.”

“What?”“This poetic side of you.” This manly side, she thought. This seductive side.

“I could compare you to a beautiful sunset. Or to a flower, a rose, so dangerously pretty. Or to a Greek vase, tapering to lovely legs, stems of the rose.”

Annie didn’t notice the mixed metaphor. Mixed? It was several metaphors in a blender. All she knew was, she had to have this man.

“Can we get out of here?” She said. “Let’s go to my place.”

***

It had been years since Annie had actually had sex with a man. As Theo drove, she wondered if all of her parts still worked. She thought, That’s stupid, I just had my vibrator up there. Of course everything works! It’s not like my hymen regenerated or something.

***

Theo kissed her inside the front door, and she felt a stirring, Antiope trying to take her over; the Amazon Queen must have her will with this mortal man. Yet his kiss was a distraction. He focused on her; he wasn’t some imaginary warrior trying to take what was not his, but a real man giving and taking with her.

Umm, this is nice, Annie thought. She felt the man’s hand on her breast, and briefly she thought, how rude! Antiope wouldn’t allow that, this independent fondle, this stray caress. But it was so…wonderful!

Annie allowed the man’s hand to stay, and to continue. Pressed against him, she felt her thighs part. No! It was the man’s leg, pressing against her jewel, Antiope’s essence. She should push him away, this presumptuous man!

But Antiope didn’t respond. The Amazon was not there. Annie would just have to enjoy the man all by herself. “Ohhh!” she moaned, and gave in to the man’s caresses.

He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. No man had ever had the audacity to attempt this; Antiope was always the one carrying the conquered warrior. Yet it felt so good, this man’s arms under her; she felt his soft belly and approved of it, and of what he was doing.

He lay her gently on the bed, and as she watched in quiet light, he took off his shirt. She thought, is this the chest of a mighty warrior? Why did the sight of him disrobing make her heartbeat so much faster?

Theo put his new glasses on a side table; dressed in just his boxer shorts and black socks, he joined her on the bed.

Tongue on her neck, Annie felt passion.

“I must prepare you, My Queen,” he whispered. “Be not afraid. I will be gentle with you.” Then Annie saw the Golden Rod, the Staff of Life.

Suddenly there she was, Antiope. Who are you! Get that thing away from me! I’m in charge, here!

Annie was surprised at the sudden intrusion; Antiope was gonna mess this up!

Go away, Annie thought. I don’t need you now.

Antiope said, But he will conquer you! He will reduce you to a mere woman! Here, let me fight him off for you!

Get lost, Annie ordered.

As Theo entered her, Annie said, “Oh, my!”

“Be not afraid, my Queen,” he said, Theseus rising within. He stroked slowly, aware that he could hurt her with such a large tool.

Don’t you dare like this, Antiope said.

Buzz off, Annie answered. “Oooh,” she moaned, and watched the man’s face. He had great concentration, focused on her, taking her in a manly way, thrusting swifter now, giving and taking pleasure. She hadn’t felt anything this good in ten years, maybe ever.

Antiope, again. You can’t do this, you are highborn and he is…he is…

A man with a big dick! So shut up!

Annie allowed the passion, and matched the man, stroke for stroke. She thrust her hips up to him, and received him, and unspeakable pleasure. Here it came, the ecstasy.

“Oooh!” from Annie.

“Oooh!” from Theo.

“Oooh!” from Antiope.

“Oooh!” from Theseus.

And they were done, the four of them.

“Are you okay, my Queen?” Theo asked.

“Uh, yeah.” The pause. “Think we can do this again sometime?” It may have been Antiope speaking.