Tam-Ra, Part 1 - Warming to a duel By Jobber Joe Wonder Woman prepares to duel a mysterious young challenger Diana/Wonder Woman, Queen of the Amazons, normally doesn't let her guard down so much in the hours before a duel; but today is different. She is especially tense and, admittedly, angry even, that it has come to this; she, Diana, the still venerable, if gracefully aging, defender of all that is sacred and pure among her Amazon nation, compelled to do battle with the strapping young upstart whose stealthy, deadly raids have caused so much hardship and concern among her people. "I should just have the bitch imprisoned," Diana muses, "for all the trouble she's stirred up. But I have already given my word and the amazon code does not tolerate going back on one's word. So, yes, I will fight and defeat her and restore honor and justice to my people; I have no other choice but this." The "Bitch" is none other than Tam-Ra, just 19, but already Queen of the Tiburran Amazons. The Tiburrans are a renegade tribe, presently numbering about 100, not counting their countless male servants and breeding stock. All the Tiburran warriors are unusually big and strong, even for the Amazon race. They are also a warring tribe; and, for the several centuries they have been in existence, they have always been a thorn in the side of the more peace loving "original" amazons of Paradise Island. And Tam-Ra is the tallest and mightiest of the lot, a stunning red-haired beauty standing over six foot three inches tall, and weighing nearly 180 well proportioned pounds. She is said to be the direct descendant of the Tribe's founder, Kiri, a strapping, beautiful amazon of medieval times, with flowing red hair and a sadistic bent. Legend has it that Kiri was banished from the original tribe on Paradise Island at an early age, 13 or 14 by most accounts, for roughing up, indeed almost killing, none other than the daughter of the tribe's queen during what started out as a playful tussle, but soon turned violent. Yet that was not the first time Kiri raged out of control, just the last sadistic misdeed an enraged Queen and other tribal elders would put up with. She was tied into and taken out to sea in a small dugout vessel, set adrift there and ultimately landing on a nearby island. There she joined a small band of similar amazon castaways; and, though clearly the youngest, was soon their leader and a feared and notorious organizer of deadly raids on the amazon tribe that had spurned them. Legend has it that Kiri, who named the formerly uninhabited Island, Tiburra, signifying the then Amazon word for "revenge", was never defeated in one-on-one sparring battles with other Tiburrans, or in other more deadly battles against neighboring tribes. Most prominently, Kiri will be forever remembered in Amazon lore for allegedly ending the career of the raven haired legend, Xena, by handing that fabled Warrior Princess one of her few defeats, and certainly her most devastating. For legend also has it that Xena was so physically and emotionally overcome by the bigger, stronger redhead on that fateful day that she lived out her remaining days enslaved by Kiri on Tiburra. And now Tam-Ra, the great Kiri's direct blood descendant, and arguably the mightiest of present day amazons, or so claim her loyal legion of supporters, comes forth to directly challenge the venerable and beloved Diana for what essentially will be absolute Amazon supremacy for the victor. To this point in her long, fabulous career as Queen of Paradise Island and world renowned Superheroine, few other amazons have ever dared to challenge Diana in such a manner; and no one has succeeded in dethroning the gracefully aging raven haired legend. The Queen feels her great amazon's body tensing at the very thought of that impudent young redheaded bitch having the audacity to come here to the sacred village of her birth expecting, indeed brashly predicting, that she will take the beloved long-time Amazon champion down. "Yes," Diana muses, "I must fight this bitch, end this shameful charade right here and now". But first she must take the kinks out of her tightly wound superbod. However, her high profile public companion, Kal, or Superman as we know him, who is very devoted in tending to her every need when available, is busy fighting some particularly vile criminal elements at the moment. So Diana summons instead the young blonde, Valora, who has also been especially attentive to her desires and needs of late during Diana's extended stays on Paradise Island, and has become one of the Queen's personal favorites. The ever active tribal "grapevine" presently refers to the gorgeous blonde as the "flavor of the month," the term long used behind the Queen's back by some of the older amazons in jokingly referring to Diana's ever changing assortment of favored young amazon confidantes. Valora, just 21, but already an accomplished lieutenant on the battlefield as well as a stunning long, flaxen haired beauty who early on caught Diana's wandering eye, responds promptly to Diana's call, indeed seems to have been waiting, dare we say it lurking, in the shadows, for just this moment; as if she expected it all along. And maybe she did, given the lavish attention and affection she has laid on her majesty in recent weeks. Revealingly dressed in a translucent, silk morning gown, the curvaceous young amazon sets to work on the raven haired Queen's tense muscles as instructed, putting extra effort into both soothing and pleasuring the ageless Wonder Woman while she applies her expert all-over body massage. And, indeed, safe within the confines of her private quarters, Diana soon relaxes in a giddy sense of grateful surrender to the sensual waves of pure pleasure that are now washing over her, her great, voluptuous body fairly tingling from Valora's earnest ministrations. Valora nods knowingly as she sees Diana surrendering yet again to the primal pleasures wrought by her magic hands. "You want more, don't you my Queen? I can feel it, yes I can, you know I can," Valora coos huskily, seductively, blowing softly into Diana's ear before rolling the sighing older amazon over to her back. When Diana wiggles her body expectantly, rolling her head back languorously to look longingly up at the beautiful young blonde above her, Valora reaches down, first to probe her own tongue quickly and urgently inside Diana's willingly parting mouth. She then leaves the Amazon Queen gasping softly when she finally pulls her tongue out while shoving Diana's clingy blouse away from those heavenly breasts, lightly grabbing Diana's newly exposed, ivory white globes. Slowly kneading the full, firm, luscious mounds, Valora occasionally pinches a thick, leathery nipple as she gently caresses the appreciative Wonder Woman. In a few moments, a huge smile crosses Valora's face as an excited moan escapes the lips of the revered Superheroine and legendary Amazon lover. . "MMnnnh , n-no, st-stop this, nnnnhh stop, puh__leeze stop," a conflicted Wonder Woman stammers unconvincingly even as incredibly pleasurable feelings continue to wash over her tingling body. She knows she must not weaken her resolve to go to battle with the imperious young redhead in just a few short hours; and she tries to concentrate on strategies for beating the much feared and reviled renegade amazon even as Valora continues to relentlessly knead those big globular, and achingly sensitive, mounds. But Diana can't escape the sensuous feelings coursing through her body, and thoughts of the upcoming duel soon filter away in the dreamy reverie of the moment. As Valora caresses Diana's lovely breasts, she can feel the Amazon Queen's nipples swell and tremble beneath her plying fingers. While one hand continues to caress, knead, and pinch one breast, Valora's left hand slides down across Diana's washboard abs, evoking another groan from the helplessly aroused, raven haired amazon. Valora continues to caress that great body that she has become so intimate with of late as she now gently lifts the moaning older amazon to her feet, leading her toward THE ROOM, Diana's own "Pleasure Palace", where the Queen has often retired with assorted "Flavors of the Month." Usually, though not always, it is her "pets" who are subjected to the "pleasures" wrought there. But that is obviously not to be the case today. Indeed, Valora, particularly since her recent return from her unfortunate capture and subsequent imprisonment on the island of Tiburra, is a different kind of "pet"; not so much meek and compliant in the presence of her matriarch, as so many others before her have been, but rather intensely involved, sometimes aggressively so, in bringing mutual pleasure to both Diana and herself during their not-so-secret trysts. Nobody realizes this more acutely than Diana, of course. Yet far from being alarmed by Valora's increasing aggressiveness during their lovemaking and erotic play, Diana has seemed to hungrily embrace, almost achingly crave at times, this new take charge attitude of her beautiful young favored pet. And now the great queen shivers and shudders with the realization that Valora is once again leading the way. Still, Diana, though deep down hungering for every erotically charged moment or episode she spends with her adored confidante, recognizes also the latent dangers such escapades present, particularly now so soon before she enters the battle pit. So she halfheartedly protests, some small, fuzzy part of her sex addled brain still telling her this is wrong, that she really cannot afford to subject her super sexed body to a "session" there in THE ROOM so soon before her duel with Tam-Ra.. But Valora, perhaps recognizing the halfhearted nature of her Queen's protest, perhaps so super-aroused herself that she lacks the willpower to do the sensible thing and stop at once, perhaps for neither of these reasons, firmly leads the legendary amazon and superheroine on. And Diana, usually strong legs suddenly, startlingly, weak and wobbly from sensual overload, stumbles along in a groggy, giddy daze. For the moment, at least, as has admittedly happened too frequently of late when in the company of her latest, greatest "flavor of the month", she has completely surrendered her tingling body and collapsing mental defenses to the wiles of this enchanting young blonde. Propping the rubbery legged Amazon queen against her firm young body as she reaches for the dangling chains, Valora coos in Diana's ears, "it's all right my Queen, let yourself go; trust me, you know you want this; don't you?" There is only a tormented sigh from the melting amazon matriarch as Valora deftly loops each of Diana's wrists in turn through the leather cuffs and tightens them down. Poor Diana is like a limp doll, slumping in her new bindings, her beautiful long legs virtually useless against the numbing arousal that has spread through her over-sexed body. She whimpers softly while the blonde adroitly tugs on the other end of the chain, hoisting Diana's swaying body up until the toes of her feet can barely touch the earthen ground. As the raven tressed Wonder Woman dangles and twists in the chains, lost in her latest erotic reverie, Valora boldly slides her left hand across the superheroine's magical golden belt before gliding the same hand swiftly down to the pubic mound covered by Diana's golden panties. . "GAWWWWWWDDDDDD" Diana cries out as her love mound is touched by Valora's gloved hand, which has deftly slipped through the elastic waistband of her panties. "AAAAANNNNGGGGGHHH!" she moans even louder as one of the Valora's fingers penetrates her love channel and teases the small, meaty nub of her clitoris. Slowly, softly, expertly, Valora's two hands toy with Wonder Woman's bared breasts and clit at once, exciting the older amazon's libido. "MMMMNNNNHHH, n-nooo, puh-leez MMMMNNNNHHHH stop, GADDDDSSSS, stop!" the heroine pants and cries as titanic waves of pleasure course through her super-sexed body. "Puh-leeez stop!" she begs again with renewed urgency, suddenly realizing with growing alarm that if she climaxes now, under the excruciatingly tormenting pleasure she always seems to experience on those occasions, like now, when she, herself is tethered and dangling from the chains, full bodily recovery, even for one of her legendary recuperative powers, may take hours "Ohhh, yeah, baby, you LIKE this, don't you," Valora purrs, struggling to maintain her own cool demeanor as she gleefully watches the gently moaning Amazon Queen bounce and twist in her chains. Diana's flickering resistance to what some small, sensible part of her knows should not be happening, has almost completely melted away. Her blue eyes glazed over in a clouded veil of raw lust, she begins to weakly protest, "no;" but Valora breathes seductively in her ear and nibbles on the lobe, and the next thing out of the dangling Wonder Woman's lips is a soft, breathy, "oh GADDDSSS YESSSS, YESSS!" As the sensually enslaved raven tressed Amazon surrenders to the raw pleasures coursing through her, her lust crazed body being taken to ever higher levels of desperate arousal by the helpless feeling of hanging in chains while the sexy young blonde temptress plays her great body like a practiced virtuoso of sensual pleasure giving; Valora pulls her hand away from Wonder Woman's throbbing breast and removes a long, slender rod from her belt. Slowly, teasingly, Valora slips the 15 inch long ribbed baton around the soaking wet gold fabric between Diana's legs and into her vagina. As the thick metal probe enters ever deeper into the super-sexed superheroine, she moans loudly, then sobs with desperate pangs of ever surging arousal. . Valora removes her hand from Wonder Woman's clit and stands slightly behind the heroine, pumping the love baton in and out of the writhing Amazon Queen, faster and faster, as Diana begins to gyrate her wide, powerful hips in a sexual frenzy! After a few moments, Diana suddenly begins to scream and moan and arch her back as an orgasm builds in her enflamed body! Despite her self admonitions earlier about the lingering effects a titanic orgasm could exact from her super sexed body, Wonder Woman feels an unavoidable, mighty sexual release coming. She knows it could be poison for a finely trained amazon warrior so close to battle, but she also realizes that she's no longer in control of her own body. It has betrayed her and now only wants sexual release, and she hasn't the will, or desire, in her present condition, to prevent it. . Valora grins devilishly as she watches her sex-crazed queen ride the love baton with lusty, desperate thrusts of her powerful hips. At times, well over half the length of the baton slides into the frenzied amazon. Valora has to hang onto the rubber handle to keep control of the baton. Suddenly, Wonder Woman slams her wet, sizzling hot thighs together, arching her back, her mouth gaping open, a tormented "gaddddsss yesssss" hoarsely whispered to the heavens. Her eyes are closed, a rapid series of little moans now slipping from between her lips, and she clenches her fists while her beautiful face twists in an exquisitely tormented grimace. "Yes, yes yes, you slutty bitch!!!" Valora hisses excitedly, her voice edged with an almost taunting lilt, as the powerful orgasm begins deep within Diana's dangling, impaled body. The climaxing Superheroine moans feverishly as another spasm shakes her voluptuous, overwhelmed body, apparently completely oblivious to the fact that her adored Pet has just called her a "slutty bitch". While Wonder Woman climaxes in a writhing, moaning frenzy, Valora, ever attentive, quickly releases the love baton, still half buried inside Wonder Woman's voluptuous body, when Diana's alabaster thighs suddenly slam together with super force, flattening its handle.. "GADDDDSSSSSS!!!" Diana screams, the primal force of her voice almost deafening Valora. The chains pull away from their ceiling hook as the surrendering Amazon Queen spasms and thrashes from the cataclysmic shock of her incredibly intense orgasm. As she flops on the floor, still screaming, her hands go to her breasts and cunt, furiously working the love baton in and out of her love channel on her own now, while also teasing a breast to sustain the mind-numbing orgasm, Almost every muscle in her voluptuous amazon's body tenses and tightens as the super orgasm overwhelms her mind and body. After flopping on the floor for several minutes, the great amazon's exhausted body finally stops convulsing and her hands fall limply to the floor, the invasive baton sliding out of her gushing pussy with a loud, wet plop and lying between her splayed legs. The legendary Amazon Queen lies utterly spent from her lusty endeavors, weak little whimpers of post- orgasmic reverie escaping her full, pouting lips. As she lies there, momentarily as helpless as a newborn baby, Valora kneels behind her, first pulling her pleasantly spent Queen's arms behind her head to gently remove the leather cuffs, then slowly leaning over, her own large, silken clad breasts lightly brushing across Diana's fevered lips, causing the pleasantly spent older amazon to moan softly as Valora grabs the metal baton by its mangled handle. Once again straightening up from her knees, Valora slowly, carefully, draws the sopping wet metal implement across Diana's reddened cheek; then presses the tip of the baton against the lower corner of Diana's mouth. Gently nudging the round cylinder into Wonder Woman's willingly parting mouth, Valora, her voice dropping to a low, lusty, barely audible, growl, snarls, "suck on it, Bitch! Yeah, that's a good little horny slut," as poor Diana, almost gagging with the urgent effort, makes noisy, slurping sounds while her tongue and lips take several inches of the love baton into her hungry mouth. Valora pulls the oral implement back at length, laughing huskily at the almost ludicrous sight of Diana, the proud and revered Amazon Queen and Superheroine, pitiably moaning with dismay at the loss of her succulent mouth toy. The lithe, lovely blonde now drags the still weakly moaning Wonder Woman back to her main chambers; where, with some effort, she lifts the pleasantly spent Amazon Queen on to and lays her out on her bed, giving the mostly naked dark haired beauty a tender kiss on the lips before hurrying from the room. As she departs the Queen's quarters, Valora takes a small detour down a dimly lit lane, passing right by the guest house presently being occupied by none other than Tam-Ra of Tiburra herself, who will duel Diana in just a few hours. As she passes, the strapping young redhead suddenly appears at the doorway. Valora gives her a knowing wink and a nod of her head and stops, stepping furtively, but without fear, toward the mysterious renegade amazon who recently captured and imprisoned her. No words are spoken by the shorter blonde; the quizzical wink and nod apparently saying it all. "Good job, my dear", Tam-Ra murmurs softly as she gives the beautiful blonde a quick loving peck on the cheek. Then quickly Valora is off to her own quarters. In bed, mostly naked and lying in her own love juices is how Diana's afternoon attendants find her fully an hour later, still in a dreamy daze, looking pleasantly used up and wholly unprepared for a battle that is just two hours away. Diana's long, lovely legs are still rubbery and startlingly weak as she is hauled to her feet, slumping in the arms of her twin attendants while they half drag, half carry her to a much needed cool bath. Valora had arrived before these two attendants began their afternoon duties, and neither young woman had seen her depart their Queen's chambers earlier. And, as for all the commotion in THE ROOM, they are certainly accustomed to and not surprised by loud clangs and other sounds emanating from Diana's "Pleasure Palace"; sounds heard at times even when Diana is alone in the room playing by and with herself. Privately, each thinks the notoriously over-sexed Amazon Queen has pleasured herself into sensual oblivion, AGAIN! They only hope, for her sake, it is not too late for a full recovery prior to battle. The bath will help this famed superheroine; her amazing recuperative powers will do more; but will this be enough against the impetuous, imperious Teen Tyro from Tiburra? Wonder Woman, as she comes around from her sexual mis-adventures, involuntarily shudders as she ponders that very same question. She idly fingers a raw, mangled nipple, a vivid reminder of the "session" with Valora that got just a bit out of hand; while she climbs out of the bath, calls for the towels. Her attendants dry off that voluptuous body with loving attention and consideration for certain still somewhat tender bodily parts. Diana winces at the first touch, then shudders and sighs while one attendant completes her ministrations by lathering the raw nipples with soothing salves. She walks, much steadier on her feet now than when literally drug to the bath earlier, purposefully to her private quarters to don the famed Wonder suit, prepare for the monumental battle of the ages rapidly approaching. She hisses silently to herself as she dresses for battle, "you can do this, Diana, you must for the sake of your people, for the safety and sanctity of this, your birth land. That young flame-haired twit must be stopped, and I will do just that. It will be my greatest triumph before I hand my crown down to a worthy, younger amazon; hmmm, Valora would be a good candidate, that she would!" Suddenly she flashes back to an electric moment "in the chains", a hissed, almost strangely taunting, comment blissfully ignored then, now suddenly hitting her consciousness. "Slutty Bitch?" she wonders; "did she really say that? No, of course not, or if she did she must have been decrying her own, ahem, somewhat wild excesses of the moment". "No, it is no concern to me now," she continues musing; "Valora is still my top candidate to succeed me when I choose to step down," "Yesss, gadddddsss yes, Valora is the one", she concludes with an involuntary shudder, as memories of those magic hands lovingly kneading her big, bountiful breasts flood her brain briefly. The other rougher stuff, Valora literally slamming that ribbed rod up into her love channel and all that, she doesn't want to think about just now; but somehow she can't block it out entirely, a small shiver racing up from deep within her loins at the sudden sharp image. She strives again to shut out that image, with only partial success. She must be ready; she is ready, or so she hopes, for the triumphant quest that will seal her legacy. Yet her wondrous legs still betray the slightest of wobbles just before she sits down on the edge of her dressing platform, sighing deeply and just a tad worriedly, while her young attendants pull the body hugging Wonder Woman suit over her marvelous Amazon's body. It is almost time for the world's most revered and beloved superheroine to go out among her people to defend her honor, and theirs. She will not, must not, fail them. (to be continued)