Hunzania - Capital City of the She-Huns

Nitra Khan woke up in her royal palace, whose facade looked onto the main square of the underground city of Hunzania. Located in the former Mexican province of Chihuahua, near the old cities of El Paso, Texas, and Juarez, Mexico, Hunzania was the capital city of the Queendom of Hunzania.
Boota Bleeda, one of Khan’s current lovers, lay on the bed next to her, their bodies lit by burning candles made of avocactus wax.
It was one o’clock. The two She-Huns had been resting for several hours since arriving home after the long return journey from the previous evening’s meeting with the Americans.
“How are you feeling, Nitra?” Bleeda asked tenderly, knowing that her queen was exhausted after having met with her rapist. She gently massaged avocactus oil on Khan’s neck and shoulders.
“I’m okay, thanks for asking,” the queen replied, giving Boota a quick kiss on the mouth. “Another ten showers and I will have washed the stink of that swine, Bush, off of me.” Both women laughed lightly.
Bleeda finished giving Khan her massage, stood up, opened the heavy curtains and walked out to the bedroom balcony. Khan lazily got out of bed and joined her. They gazed down onto the open square one hundred and fifty feet below them. The palace occupied thirty stories on the five hundred-foot long, southern side of the square. All city and national government offices were housed in the lower ten floors of the palace; Khan’s personal apartments for herself, her extended family and close friends occupied the upper twenty floors.
Thousands of avocactus oil lamps hung on the walls and ceiling of the huge cavern outside, providing ample light for the women below to carry out their activities. In the square below, thousands of women, both military and civilian, milled about, shopping in the market stalls, eating and drinking on terraces and generally socializing; no men were present there among them in the social hub of the city.
Khan said a silent prayer to the 150-foot tall marble statue of Hunza, the She-Hun goddess, that stood in the center of the square. This two-headed, four-armed statue represented Mother Earth. Each head had two faces, one in front and one in back. The four faces wore the expressions of victory in battle, knowledge, harmony with nature, and defiance of patriarchy. In her four hands, Hunza held a submachine gun, a stone tablet bearing the ten Hunzanian commandments, an avocactus plant and a naked man. The man was alive and dangled, writhing, upside down, held by his ankle in two of Hunza’s giant fingers. Carved into the base of the statue in large, golden letters were the words, “Hunza, Our Goddess and Mother Earth, Says: Men, We Keep Them Down!” Glowing, red molten lava flowed from the vagina of the giant representation of the goddess and down into a trough cut into the floor.
Khan finished praying and looked at Bleeda, standing beside her. “Boota, earlier this morning Bush sent a message that he will send us the security codes to access Las Vegas via the sewer system upon delivery of his crude oil next Saturday. Since he has promised only minimal military resistance, we can take Las Vegas with very light casualties. We will then have a northern outpost city from which we can expand our queendom. But I’m a bit concerned that if we respect our agreement and leave him alone in New Vegas for too long, he’ll become so strong there that we’ll never be able to conquer him and all of America.”
Bleeda thought for a moment and replied, “Don’t worry, my queen. We’ll just stick to Operation Lick Bush and take Las Vegas quickly, suffering only light losses. Once we get set up there with several million of our sisters in residence, we can formulate our next move. By then, Professor Wrjinn should have completed all testing on our latest living weapons.”
Leaning on the balcony railing, Khan mulled it over in her mind. “Okay, Boota, maybe you’re right. Our future after we take Las Vegas does depend on Professor Wrjinn and her newest living weapons. I’ll just have to be patient – and faithful,” the queen of the She-Huns quickly glanced down at the statue of Hunza. She looked at Bleeda once again. “Have you received an update on the project status lately?”
“Yes, she gave me one yesterday. She’ll call me later today to confirm a test to be held this evening for your viewing. So far, she has been right on schedule and I don’t anticipate any delays.”
“Excellent.” Khan now looked hard out at the statue of her goddess. “Finally, Hunza will lead the way to a matriarchal society in North America for the first time since the Native Indians were exterminated by the immigrant Western Europeans.”
“So be it, my queen,” agreed the She-Hun ministress of war. “Men, we keep them down!” declared Bleeda, as she made a cutting scissors movement with her right index and middle fingers, symbolizing the castration of all men.
Khan spoke the ritualistic reply, “Men, we keep them down!” as she, too, made the symbolic cutting gesture with her fingers. She added, “I look forward to the day that I wear Negon Bush’s diamond-encrusted, shrunken family jewels on a golden chain around my neck!” She looked passionately into her war ministress’s eyes.
The two women left the balcony and went back into the bedroom. As they were getting dressed to eat lunch, Bleeda received a call on her Hun-com. “Yes. Very good. See you in ten minutes,” she ended the call. “That was Professor Wrjinn. She’ll be joining us for lunch to give you a project update in person.”
“Very good,” replied Khan. They left the bedroom, famished, and went to Khan’s private dining room on the floor below.
Five minutes later, Khan and Bleeda were gorging themselves on a buffet of She-Hun delicacies spread out on a large dining room table. A whole, twenty-pound, roasted Rekol beetle sat on a golden platter garnished with deep-fried avocactus chips. Bleeda served herself a one-pound piece of meat and a large portion of steaming, pink, mashed avocactus puree flavored with battle boar butter.
“This is delicious,” Bleeda said, her mouth full, eating with her hands, grease running down her chin. This Rekol beetle meat was the finest available; living in the open desert feeding on avocactus fruits and other invertebrates, these giant insects were mass-processed on factory Hun-Vees specially equipped against the global storm. It was common for these mobile factories to handle 100,000 beetles each per month. Spending months at a time in the open desert, their crews of 500 She-Hun workers visited the capital city of Hunzania only three or four times a year.
Khan refilled their glasses with wine and poured a third for Professor Wrjinn. Bleeda immediately slurped some down, spilling the greenish liquid on the table.
“Good afternoon my queen,” Wrjinn, the head-sister of the University of Hunzania, entered and greeted Khan. “Sister ministress of war,” she nodded to Bleeda and sat down at the table. Her Hunzanian accent denoted exceptional education and breeding.