Calling out the Panther
By Only The Strong


The following is a work of fiction. If you like my stories...read on...if 
not...don’t!


	Ivan Petrovich had received the call he had been longing for. Having been 
banned from wrestling and the octagon for the last 5yrs had only served to 
increase his blood lust for combat. He was being flown to an unspecified 
location with the promise of freedom if he could vanquish his next opponent. 
  He was a human wrecking crew, who had shocked the world in the gold medal 
match of the super heavyweight division in the world championships of 
Greco-roman wrestling by killing his opponent. He was an unstoppable, 
uncontrollable force when pitted against an opponent, and had been thrown in 
prison in Siberia, both as protection for the sport of wrestling as much as 
for protection of anyone that angered him. Russian psychologist agreed that 
he was beyond help, and for the safety of all, confinement was best. Ivan 
didn’t argue with the verdict, he killed his last opponent without remorse, 
and had done so at least 20 more times while incarcerated. While in prison, 
the Russian mafia was making millions off of him in unsanctioned bouts with 
opponents from prisons around the world. Ivan was given promises of riches 
when he was released, which he knew would never happen, and simply enjoyed 
the company of the prostitutes that were brought to him on a regular basis. 
He lived to fight, to be in one-on-one combat, with the winner celebrated 
like a modern gladiator. He was without equal, and only controllable with 
the promises of more women and more combatants.
	Ivan could hardly believe the challenge. He would be granted release 
without further prosecution, $10 million dollars, and a new identity if he 
was successful in killing his next opponent. Ivan laughed when he heard the 
challenge, and started training like a man possessed. He would have killed 
without the promise of freedom, as he had so many times before. The offer of 
$10 million and a new identity meant that an opponent had finally been 
located who was thought to be able fight on equal terms with Ivan. He was 
warned that he had never faced an opponent of this caliber, and to 
underestimate “The Panther” would surely result in his own defeat. Ivan had 
heard vague rumors of “The Panther”, but thought the stories to be 
fictitious. Who would have believed that a woman warrior was capable of 
killing the last two reigning World Full Contact Champions? Perhaps the 
rumors were true; after all, Ivan was himself the project of Russian 
scientist who were determined to create a race of Super Warriors. His 
strength and physique was the result of 50yrs of hidden trials on athletes. 
He also knew that similar tests were being performed on females, and he had 
been bred like a prize stallion with many of them, in hopes of passing on 
his genetically altered abilities to their offspring. Well, finally a woman 
warrior had arisen from the experiments. He looked forward to the match and 
with the thought of not only killing his opponent, but of raping her as 
well. He needed to conquer her both physically and mentally to prove his 
superiority, and he trained with abandon to accomplish his goal.
	He was flown to Brazil, and allowed one week to acclimate to the humidity 
of the summer weather. He had trained like never before and his 6”4” frame 
carried 260lbs of freakish development, that was beyond anything witnessed 
in a bodybuilding contest. It wasn’t his size that was disturbing, there 
were much larger bodybuilders around than him, but his definition and 
striation in every muscle from head to toe was beyond compare. He looked as 
if his skin was 3 times too small and had been stretched over his body. He 
was a physical perfection personified, and unlike his steroid pushing 
imitators, he didn’t suffer from a lack of genital development to match his 
physique. Quite the contrary, he had been scientifically bred to be a 
predator, and his levels of testosterone and physical development had been 
matched with a sexual organ so large, that in it’s flaccid state, it was 
barely containable in a pair of wrestling tights. He had been known to rape 
and kill both male and female opponents by tearing up their insides with his 
huge tool. He was insatiable, and worked himself into a lust craze in his 
preparation for this match.
	The corridor leading to the arena was dark, and the noise of the crowd 
filled Ivan’s ears as he was led to the runway to the ring. He emerged into 
a surrealistic scene. The ring was an Octagon with Plexiglas sides and the 
crowd was screaming with lust. Ivan could see the blood stains on the canvas 
from the preliminary matches, and could feel the power from the crowd, that 
had obviously been whipped into a frenzy by the preliminary bouts. He walked 
slowly down the runway, soaking up the crowds energy, and occasionally felt 
unseen hands grab at him from the crowd that was barely visible because of 
the low lights. The ring was the only thing illuminated, and he strode in 
its direction as if drawn to it. He entered the ring and quickly threw off 
his robe and stood proudly before the audience, bathed in the heat of 
spotlights that showed his incredible physique in all of it’s glory. The 
humidity had brought up a fine layer of sweat that only increased his 
definition and the crowd gasped as he slowly turned in each direction 
showing off his muscles. His brief, white wrestling, trunks fought to 
constrain his massive cock, which was protruding out from his midsection, 
like a python. Suddenly the spotlights switched to the other side of the 
octagon, and revealed his opponent. The Panther stood before him wearing a 
traditional jui jitsu Gi as was customary for Brazilian fighters. She was at 
least 6’2” tall he surmised and the color of rich coffee. Her green eyes 
drove into him with a lust that equaled his own, as she slowly disrobed. The 
crowd went insane as she stood before them wearing only a micro g-sting 
bikini, which was overmatched hopelessly by her incredible golden brown 
breasts. Each was as large as Ivan’s head with only the nipples covered by 
the straining piece of silver fabric. The bottoms covered only a micro patch 
of her pubic hair, and the g-string portion was swallowed up in the crack of 
the most muscular ass Ivan had ever seen. She posed for the crowd, which was 
being whipped into a frenzy, and disturbingly, always kept eye contact with 
Ivan. She weighed at least 200lbs Ivan guessed and was the biggest, most 
defined female he had ever seen. Her legs looked larger and incredibly, 
better developed than Ivan’s. Her upper body, while not as large as Ivan's, 
easily equaled his in definition and appeared to become even more defined as 
she hit pose after pose for the adoring crowd. For the first time in his 
life, Ivan felt as if he was looking at a physique that more rivaled 
perfection than his own. Ivan did not know the concept of fear, but for the 
first time in his life, he had an uneasy feeling while standing in the ring.
	The bell sounded, and the lights came on suddenly. Ivan was blinded by the 
glow and vaguely noticed that the audience appeared to be all female. His 
moment of hesitation was enough for The Panther to quickly close the 
distance between them, and when he turned toward her, her face was mere 
inches from his own. His shock at her silent approach was compounded when he 
suddenly felt himself being lifted above the Panthers head and displayed 
like a trophy to the crowd. He was stunned at the ease in which she had 
pressed him and quickly realized that his ability to get a breath was being 
compromised by her iron grip on his neck, as she turned slowly for the 
crowd. Ivan struggled to release her hold on his neck, and was rewarded with 
a head first flight across the Octagon. He landed with a sickening thud into 
the side plexi-glass. Ivan rose slowly to his knees and rubbed his jaw, 
which had struck the plexi-glass hard enough to loosen a few of his teeth. 
Ivan turned and smiled at his opponent. At last a fighter worth his time and 
effort he thought. The two fighters slowly circled each other and finally 
locked up in the center of the Octagon. The classic battle of strength, each 
grasping each other’s hands and trying to force the other to the canvas. The 
Panther was the strongest person Ivan had ever locked up with, and the two 
fighters struggled for advantage. After at least 5 minutes of agonizing 
effort, Ivan’s superior weight and strength began to pay dividends as The 
Panther was forced back as her knees began to lower towards the canvas. When 
her knees finally touched the canvas, her eyes became level with the snake 
protruding from Ivan’s trunks. Ivan took the advantage by rubbing his 
hardening member against The Panthers lips and the crowd screamed with 
passion. The Panther slowly looked up at Ivan and kissed his member thru his 
wrestling trunks, which forced a gasp from Ivan and a momentary ease on the 
pressure he was exerting on The Panthers arms. The minute lapse in judgment 
was all The Panther needed as she seized back the momentum by driving up 
with all of her strength, and smashing her head into Ivan’s lower jaw.  Ivan 
stumbled back and found himself being pressed above The Panther’s head for 
the second time. The Panther did not display him like a trophy this time; 
instead she dropped him across her knee in a fierce backbreaker. Ivan 
screamed in agony as The Panther drove his lower back across her knee. Again 
The Panther moved away from her opponent to allow him to struggle to his 
feet. Ivan was breathing hard from the exertion of forcing The Panther to 
her knees, and had only been rewarded with a frightening display of strength 
and a back that felt as if it had been hit by a truck. The Panther stood 
before him in all of her glory; not even breathing hard and smiling like a 
predator at him. Ivan rushed at her and was stopped in his tracks with a 
well-aimed front kick to his midsection. He doubled over as the air 
evacuated his lungs. The Panther moved in and put him in a reverse headlock. 
Ivan had no air to begin with and now The Panther was really grinding the 
headlock in and cutting off any hope Ivan had of getting oxygen back into 
his body. Just as the edges of reality began to darken, The Panther grabbed 
a handful of Ivan’s trunks and lifted his legs off of the floor. She stood 
before the crowd holding Ivan up vertically for a few seconds and then 
completed the Suplex to thunderous ovation from the crowd. Ivan lay on his 
back struggling to get air and remain conscious. The Panther again allowed 
him to struggle to his feet and get his bearings. Ivan marveled with lust at 
The Panther who had shed her bikini top and bottoms while Ivan gathered 
himself. The sweat glistened off of her ripe melons, which were physical 
perfection for breast so large. Each stood proudly out without an ounce of 
sag and seemed incredibly larger when finally released from her pitifully 
small bikini top. To top it off, she was twirling Ivan’s wrestling trunks 
from her finger as she mocked him. The crowd was going crazy as Ivan stood 
before them. In a flaccid state, Ivan’s cock was at least 8 inches, and now 
in a semi hard condition it had grown to at least 10-11 inches. The Panther 
admired his cock as Ivan slowly walked toward her. Ivan was used to the 
reaction that his giant tool had on both women and men, and knew the look in 
The Panther’s eyes was the small break he needed. He quickly lashed out and 
caught The Panther with a tremendous right hook, which snapped her head 
back. Ivan then grabbed her wrist a swung her full force into the side of 
the Octagon. The plexi-glass walls shook from the impact. Quickly staying on 
the attack, Ivan encircled The Panthers chest and back in a bear hug. 
Squeezing with all of his might, he was going to crush his opponent’s ribs 
like he had in many of previous bouts. The Panther struggled to get out of 
the hold, but did not appear to be weakening as quickly as Ivan had hoped. 
He knew in his weakened state that he couldn’t continue for long with this 
hold, and dug in with renewed effort in the hopes of squeezing all of the 
air from The Panthers lungs. His second effort was his downfall, because he 
allowed his head to lean forward into The Panthers deep cleavage. The 
Panther immediately wrapped both arms around Ivan’s head and pulled his face 
into her chest. Ivan again was unable to breathe as The Panther tightened 
her hold on his head, and crushed his face into her amazing breasts. To make 
matters worse, she had manipulated her legs around his waist and was 
applying equal pressure to both sides of waist. Ivan’s cock was now 
throbbing at its full 13 inches and was poking out provocatively from the 
cheeks of The Panthers ass. Ivan began to lose consciousness again and 
loosened his hold on The Panther as he sank to the canvas. The Panther also 
loosened her hold, barely allowing Ivan to remain awake as she forced him to 
his back, allowing Ivan’s huge tool to enter her waiting pussy. The 
sensation of warmth as Ivan entered The Panther was overwhelming and Ivan 
let loose with a stream of semen inside The Panther as she ground herself on 
to his throbbing erection. The sexual tension in the audience had been 
peaking along with tension between the fighters, and the crowd cheered 
loudly as The Panther exerted her dominance of her now helpless male 
opponent. The Panther smiled and whispered something in Ivan’s ear, which 
brought a smile to his weakened face.
	The Panther stood up and allowed the traces of Ivan’s orgasm to slowly run 
down her caramel colored inner thighs. Ivan's member was still impressively 
standing at attention and its size and girth mesmerized the audience. The 
Panther pulled Ivan to his feet and held him up from behind by applying a 
half nelson. She reached around with her other hand and slowly stroked his 
erection in to a throbbing state while slowly turning for all of the 
audience to see. Ivan’s body seemed to lose all strength as he let loose 
with a stream of cum into the front row of the crowd. The crowd was in a 
frenzy now as The Panther hoisted Ivan onto her shoulder, and winked at her 
manager Carlos. Carlos pushed the button on a hand held remote and the 
lights momentarily went out filling the arena in darkness. When the lights 
came on, The Panther and Ivan were gone. The three members of the Russian 
Mafia, who were still trying to wipe the remains of Ivan’s semen off of 
themselves turned angrily toward Carlos. “Where has she gone with our 
fighter?”, they demanded. Carlos simply shrugged, “It would appear that The 
Panther has finally found a male that she finds suitable for a mate.” “As 
for you gentlemen, I would worry more about escaping from this arena with 
your lives, than about the fate of your fighter.” Carlos walked past the 
angry Russians and smiled to himself, as the lust crazy crowd of women 
descended upon them. Carlos heard their screams and laughed aloud, as he 
pondered as to how long they would last before the women had used them up 
and discarded their dead bodies with all of the others that had attempted to 
come to Sao Paulo in search of the “Ultimate Fight”.

To be continued???