It was nearing sunset and the day had marked another bloody one under the walls of Ilium.  Demoralized by the death of Hector, the Trojans were worried about the potentiality of a Greek victory.  Then they were joined by some unlikely allies, the Amazons.

The Amazon Queen, Penthesilea led an expedition of twelve of her most fierce warriors. Alongside their Trojan allies, a battle had been fought. By the end of the day, the Trojans had retreated to the safety of their walls leaving their dead littering the battle field along with all twelve of the Amazon detachment and their queen.

Now the Greeks went about the ritual of stripping the dead of their armor.  The Greeks had nothing but contempt for the female warriors and felt that a woman taking up arms was not worthy of respect or dignity on the battlefield, even though the Amazons had fought bravely and died honorably.

Alcibie, a large woman who stood just under six feet with a muscular build was   a fierce warrior. She had given birth two years earlier and left her child to join Penthesilea to defeat the Greeks.  Alcibie was a veteran fighter and had been in many   battles and had slew many enemies.  She carried an ax that she used to decapitate her enemies and after stripping them, she would castrate the dead and stuff their genitals in their mouths. Her reputation preceded her and she was feared.

Two Greek brothers, Tomasos and Gilean found themselves in combat with her. She fought and held off their attacks for a long time until Tomosos   managed to knock her off balance with his spear. Alcibie fell to the ground and before she could recover, he had impaled her with the point of the spear piercing her armor and through her belly button. Alcibie yelled in anger and pain but before she could get to her feet he pushed down with all his might driving the spear through her back and nailing her body to   the ground. His brother, Gilean ran in and gave her a vicious sword thrust under the left arm penetrating her lung.  Alcibie coughed blood and as her lungs filled she began to gurgle. The sword was withdrawn and driven through her again. She gurgled and coughed up more blood. She attempted to rise but fell back and died. Her mouth wide open and blood all over her face. The brothers left her corpse to fight more enemies.

At the end of the battle they returned to Alcibie’s corpse but by now the flies had begun to gather. A fight broke out between them as to who would claim her armor. While the two fought, flies buzzed around the amazon’s massive corpse. The argument finally settled they got down to business. They pulled the spear that had her nailed to the ground. Once this was tossed aside they set removing her armor.  Leaving her lying on in the dust in only a bloody tunic.  
Gilean cut off her bloody tunic thus   leaving their dead foe stark naked in the sand. The brothers inspected the corpse. Her large breasts sagged across her chest the nipples looking grey and deflated.  Her stomach was flat and still bore stretch marks from her having given birth. Below the flat and muscular stomach her pubic mound stood proud, covered in coarse black hair.

Laughing the brothers took her by the ankles and dragged the naked and bloody corpse along the uneven ground. Her body bounced and moved kicking up dust, her arms over her head. Eyes partially closed with dried blood on her chest and down both cheeks. They took her over to a body pile where the Amazons were kept separate from the dead Trojans. It was the Trojans job to either build a funeral pyre or bury the dead. Depositing Alcibie across the corpse of another dead Amazon, they picked up her armor and went to join the rest of their comrades.

In an earlier combat, the Greek champion Diomedes came face to face with the young warrior, Clete. Diomedes had just slain two others both Trojans. Clete was a fierce fighter and a worthy opponent as Diomedes soon learned. Their combat was fierce and Clete managed to ward off most of his death thrusts as he avoided hers.  Finally, he saw an opening and with a wide yell he slashed down on her shoulder throwing her off balance. Diomedes then swung his with all his might and managed to completely decapitate Clete just at the shoulders. The Amazon’s head hit the sand and rolled as her body dropped to the knees. Diomedes used his foot to push the headless corpse back and she landed on her back in the sand. She landed like a fallen tree, neck gushing blood as her heart beat it’s last. Without hesitation, Diomedes stripped her of her armor and turned to meet two Trojans closing in on him. He killed them quickly and stripped them of their armor as well.  
Later he dragged Clete’s corpse by one ankle and carried her head to the body pile where he dropped the severed   head on the corpse where it landed in her lap face down still wearing her bloody tunic.  He had two of his squires take the armor and load it in his chariot. Two lowly Greeks came along and completely stripped Clete’s corpse. They stuck a spear into the ground next to her and impaled her head on the spear. They laughed at their handiwork: the head with the eyes wide open, the mouth in a silent scream and dried blood covering the mouth.  

The victorious Greeks went about stripping the Amazons of their armor and more of them were stripped completely naked. The soldiers mocked the dead women.
“This one will never suckle any babes,” one said as he squeezed a dead Amazon’s breasts.

In another part of the field, Achilles came face to face with the feared queen, Penthesilea on horseback. The queen just cut down three of his comrades and now she came thundering down toward the Greek champion.
Picking up a spear Achilles drove the spear upwards killing her horse and penetrating her thigh. The horse crashed to the ground pinning the queen. Before she could rise, Achilles came in and ran her through the left breast.
Penthesilea cried out in pain as Achilles pulled her from under the horse and stabbed her again this time just under her left breast.
Achilles cut off her helmet as she looked up at him, her mouth filling with blood.  Her eyes rolled and she died. Achilles dragged her further away from the horse and set about stripping her of her armor. Seeing her beauty, he then removed her blood-stained tunic. Leaving the beautiful Queen naked in the dust.

With nothing but utter contempt, he kicked her legs apart exposing her sex and kicked her in the groin as well.
Turning her over, he pulled her to her knees, with rear end in the air. Achilles then lifted his tunic and spreading her butt cheeks, he roughly entered her.  He banged hard and grunted as he forced his enlarged member into the queen’s anal opening. Finally getting the hang of it Achilles pounded hard and harder, rocking Penthesilea’s corpse and forcing her back and fourth against the rough and uneven ground. Her face was turned to the left, her eyes wide open and her mouth partially open in a silent moan. Achilles took a handful of her hair and pulled her head back as he pounded away his pelvis slamming against her glistering buttocks.
Penthesilea made quite the site for mockery. Her face dirty, mouth open and eyes staring into nothing as Achilles continued to pound away.
Several of the Greeks gathering around to laughed at the sight of their champion shamming the dead Amazon Queen.
“She’s taking it like a mare in heat” they laughed.
“That bitch doesn’t look so tough now,” remarked another.
“I would have liked a go at her before,” said another.
“Now that’s the way to fuck an Amazon. They’re   more compliant then,” the battle-hardened men laughed.

Achilles moaned as he shot his load into Penthesilea’s ass.  His seed lining her anal walls. With contempt, he pushed her to the right and she lay on her side, knees bent and his seed oozing from her butt crack.
Achilles nodded to some of his men and two came forward and with their penises out, and erect, they proceeded to ejaculate on the queen’s dead body. The men moaned and others laughed.

The lowly Greek, Therisites was appalled at the sight and the degrading of the warrior queen’s corpse. He mocked Achilles for lack of respect and Achilles, his blood up drew his sword and ran the lowly man through.
Diomedes happened to be passing by in his chariot and seeing his cousin, killed approached Achilles with his sword drawn.

The two champions might have come to a bloody duel but the wise and sensible Odysseus put a stop to it. Enraged, Diomedes took Peninsula’s corpse and dragged it to his chariot.

Taking some rough rope, he bound her ankles together and tied the end to the back of his chariot. The rest of the Greeks and Achilles said nothing as he got back in his chariot and rode off with the naked corpse of the amazon queen trailing behind over the uneven and dusty ground.
The body bounced and kicked up much dust and was tumbled about as Diomedes headed for the river, three miles away.

The Greeks returned to their duties of pilling the dead Amazons and Trojans. The dead were relieved of any jewelry or precious items on their persons.

Upon reaching the river, Diomedes got off the chariot and cut the rope around Penthesilea’s ankles.  Her body was dirty and scratched from the three-mile ride of being dragged behind the chariot.
Diomedes lifted the bruised and scratched body of Penthesilea and threw it into the river.
The body landed with a splash, face down and was swept away by the current. Satisfied, Diomedes got back on his chariot and returned to the Greek camp.
Penthesilea’s corpse was swept downstream and came to rest against a muddy bank later that night.
The next door, some woman retrieved the corpse and gave it a proper burial, deep in the forest.

At sunset, a detail of Trojan slaves gathered the dead and brought them inside the walls where a large funeral pyre was built and the dead Amazons put to the torch. Later the bones were tossed in a common grave.  The dead Trojans were returned to their family so they could receive proper burials.

The Trojan War resumed a few days later. More brave men on both sides would die before  the war  ended less than a year later followed by the Sack of Troy.