Tam-Ra, part 2 - Wonder Woman's Fateful Duel By Jobber Joe Young Tam-Ra challenges Wonder Woman for Amazon Supremacy And so it comes to pass that the Amazon tribe which fell into disarray centuries ago after the defeat and enslavement of their leader, Xena, having been rebuilt in modern times by Diana, Wonder Woman, is once again threatened by a renegade amazon from Tiburra. This new challenger, ironically, is another flame haired young beauty, a direct descendant as it were of the notorious Xena slayer, Kiri. She is Tam- Ra, just 19 years old, but already, like her ancient ancestor, a strapping young woman of uncommon size and strength and dazzling beauty. Yes, Tam-Ra, a stunning young beauty who is brazenly unafraid of flaunting her obvious bodily charms, indeed is almost fully unclothed even as she enters the battle pit, her glistening hard body stripped to just a pale brown patch of leather at her crotch. The youthful face is unblemished and unlined, the high cheek bones bespeaking the finest of amazon bloodlines. Broad shoulders display corded, powerful muscles that, despite their bulk, are still sensually magnificent. The bared breasts are ripe, full, firm and proudly uplifted. Washboard abs ripple with toned muscularity, while just wide enough hips are well oiled and powerfully alluring. And then there are those legs, my gawd those legs; long, sleek, full, superbly muscled thighs and calves that are somehow still so smooth and sensual in shape. Murmurs of rapt admiration ripple through the assembled crowd, the words "breathtaking" and "goddess" forming on many lips. Unable to resist staring herself, Diana, the Amazon Queen, more modestly, if still alluringly, clad in her familiar red, white and blue Wonder Woman outfit, magical golden belt included, but sans her tiara, which is safely placed to one side, feels an unavoidable moist heat building in her loins at the first sight of this stunning young creature stripped down before her to bare battle essentials. It is, if the truth be know, a sensation not helped in the least by ever attentive "flavor of the month", Valora, whom Diana, with Tam-Ra's tacit consent, has selected to be the third woman, the observer/referee in the pit today, standing behind her queen, massaging Diana's broad, rounded shoulders, and laying a soft, hidden tongue on the nape of Diana's neck, raising goose pimples on the venerable amazon's delicate flesh. Pulling her tongue back at length, the comely young blonde coos, somewhat ironically, "do not be distracted, my Queen; she is big and strong for sure, but also young, impetuous, brash; she cannot possibly match you in either beauty or battle skills and cunning" And then, "but still you must concentrate now. I will be there near you, but, of course, cannot assist you in any way; for that would violate the Amazon battle code. So you must be strong and brave as always and you WILL PREVAIL!" There is another soft caress from that practiced tongue, and even a covert little nibble on an ear lobe, and then Diana pulls away shuddering, thinking, "my gawd, get a hold of yourself, woman. Valora's right, you can beat this young upstart, easily, but you must concentrate. But gawwwd, how can you not be distracted by that? For she is truly a sight to behold. I must fight the battle of my life against this stunning, yet evil, creature, and I will!" It will, indeed, be the battle of Diana's life. For Tam-Ra is certainly no ordinary amazon foe. She has already fought and brutally dispatched two of Diana's top warriors during a furtive raid on a small village the other side of Paradise Island. Valora, in fact, witnessed the raid first- hand, being as she was among a trio of warrior defenders ambushed that day by Tam-Ra and her small invader group. And, tellingly, Valora was the only one spared the ultimate demise. By her own account, after her comrades were vanquished and slain, Valora, outnumbered, was finally subdued after a long, valiant struggle; and she was then held prisoner by the mysterious young redhead on Tiburra itself for two tortuous weeks. Her release came, in fact, only after Diana agreed to meet the Tiburran champion in the battle pit in order to win the freedom of her top lieutenant and not-so-secret love. It is thus mostly through Valora, who claims to have gained the confidence of one of her Tiburran guards during her imprisonment on Tiburra, that Diana has learned sketchy details of life on Tiburra and the legend surrounding that island's young flame haired leader. Tam-Ra is, as said, a direct descendant of the fabled Xena conqueror, Kiri, the end product of centuries of highly disciplined and tightly controlled selective breeding; all begun with the magnificent amazon genes of that ancient redheaded warrior who, legend tells, left the vaunted amazon champion of that day and age, the supposedly invincible Warrior Princess, Xena, groveling pathetically at her feet at the end of their epic battle for supremacy centuries ago. Only the best and strongest of the Tiburran amazons are allowed to propagate, a "handful or less" each breeding season selected by rigidly planned competition among the younger amazons, according to Valora's information. Tam-Ra's mother, the former Tiburran Queen, Etherea, was among only three in her "propagation class", Etherea was already the Tiburran amazon champion and destined to be its queen in the ensuing years, when she was impregnated through injection with the sperm of a 280 pound Scottish brick mason of some fighting repute who had been kidnapped by the Tiburran amazons from a freighter that ran aground on the island. Seems like the big Scot was forced to flee his native land after killing a fellow villager in a bare fisted pub brawl, and had hired on as a deckhand with the Finnish freighter. Soon after the Tiburran Amazons milked him of his sperm, for the sole purpose of impregnating their champion,, the big Scot disappeared, never to be heard from again. Neither Etherea, nor Tam-Ra, ever even knew what his name was. Tam-Ra, of course, never even met him, since the big Scot was long disappeared by the time of her birth. And Etherea had only glimpsed him but once, on the day of his capture, assessing the measurements made of his bulky, muscular body and reading the biographical data compiled from interviewing him and his fellow prisoners before deciding that he was the one that would produce the sperm for her first and only issue. The purest bloodlines on Tiburra, the ancient ancestor Kiri's genes raging still, were to be preserved through this child she would bring into the world and name Tam-Ra. Tam-Ra early on grew to be the biggest and strongest of the adolescent Tiburran Amazons in training. By 13, she was competing against and defeating 17 year olds, and at 15, with 20 added pounds of muscle in her early teen years, she defeated three established amazons in their warrior prime, ending their careers with the serious bodily damage she inflicted on them. Then at 17, she overthrew her own mother, still the Queen, in a furious struggle for family supremacy that left the previously undefeated Etherea broken and destitute and soon banished to a penal colony on the other side of the island on orders from Tam-Ra herself, now the new Queen, the youngest , by fully 4 years, ever so crowned. Tam-Ra has never once visited her dethroned and dishonored mother, the deposed former queen, in the ensuing two years. Valora, after returning from her imprisonment on Tiburra, had described Tam-Ra as a stunning amazon specimen of uncommon size, strength and radiant beauty, and she was right. Look at her now, her magnificent young body almost the embodiment of amazon perfection. Yet the woman across from her, the dazzling legend clad in gold, red, white and blue, is most every man's, and many woman's, vision of just such perfection. For not only is she a great and noble warrior and enchantingly beautiful, voluptuous amazon queen, but, unlike the reportedly rash and brash, some would say out and out heartless, young Tam-Ra, Diana has a soul, a great and wonderful soul as it were; and she has the "BELT." Tam-Ra fully intends to rip that great soul asunder. "Plunder the Body, then Ravage the Soul", she has boldly predicted to her top assistants accompanying her today. She seems unconcerned about the BELT. The denizens of Paradise Island, Diana included, could not even conceive of such a preposterous notion, even if they'd had knowledge beforehand of Tam-Ra's bold pledge. Diana's matchless body plundered? Her soul ravaged? Can't happen. For she is WONDER WOMAN, invincible Defender of all that is right and just in the Free World. Yes, like Kiri centuries before, Tam-Ra fights a revered and renowned raven haired Amazon queen. But this one, unlike Xena in ancient times, possesses mystical, superhuman powers, symbolized as it were by that magical gold belt Wonder Woman wears around her slender waist. Yet Tam-Ra, possessing no superhuman gifts as far as anybody knows, but blessed with that sculpted powerhouse body that is bigger and more muscular even than Diana's famed super-bod, is not fazed by the daunting process of taking on the legendary and beloved Wonder Woman, not fazed at all. Besides, Tam-Ra has reasoned, in an almost naive, impetuous musing of a youthful warrior who has never yet been seriously challenged by any woman or man, she is taller and heavier than Diana, and much younger; and who really needs a magical gold belt when you have "fists of steel" and bulging biceps that would make a stevedore proud? Certainly not Tam-Ra, who, as Valora waves her arms to signal the beginning of the battle, boldly stands in against the full fury of the super-powered Amazon Queen for endless minutes, refusing to yield to Diana's great skill and champion's heart. No mere mortal, at least one not secretly packing chloroform, has ever resisted the indomitable Wonder Woman so well and for so long. And, more startlingly, the flame haired Tiburran, superbly conditioned and drawing deeply on the recuperative powers of youth, actually seems to be gaining strength, and certainly confidence, the longer the fight goes on. Diana is worried, terribly worried; for the BELT is firmly in place and supposedly doing its thing. Certainly she can feel, most intensely, its heat coursing through her great amazon's body. Yet, if the awful truth be known, Diana is feeling more and more perversely aroused than super-powered with each passing moment, particularly during the increasingly frequent clinches with that impossibly sculpted, almost naked, young amazon's body. Yes, Diana is worried, and unavoidably aroused; and now truly begins to feel a very human weariness overtaking her. Tam-Ra, very worldly for one so young, particularly as it involves the physical and emotional make-up of a finely tuned amazon, recognizes the "distress" building in her storied rival. Buoyed, she draws ever deeper into her vast reserves of amazonian strength and resolve and surges powerfully, artfully taking every opportunity now to clinch with the tiring superheroine, rubbing her bared breasts against those of her opponent, locking her long, tautly muscled legs around Diana's curvy counterparts whenever they tumble to the hard earthen floor of the battle pit. Shockingly to Diana's legions of devoted followers, the young redhead now appears to be steadily wearing a visibly tiring Wonder Woman down with her relentless counter-attack. Finally, Tam-Ra drops all pretense of a counter-attack and begins to simply take the fight to the fast fading Amazon Queen, with slashing fists and pure strength moves powered by massively flexing muscles to which poor Diana, even with her fabled magical belt on, seemingly has no answer. With each successive slam to the sun-baked ground by the powerfully muscled young renegade amazon, with each punishing blow that sends her clumping to her back, dazed and moaning , the embattled older Amazon increasingly struggles mightily just to rise. Tellingly, alarmingly, Diana's wondrous thighs have suddenly become very hot and very wet; the slick, rubbery muscles swishing noisily together in her labored efforts to rise. Dizzy and dazed, she dutifully rises from the sun baked ground yet again, turning woozily to face her young tormentor. She blinks stupidly, the Amazon Queen does, wondering what in the world is happening to her. She has her magical belt on, should be feeling a steady surge of unworldly power from it; but it seems to have short- circuited somehow. For sure, it's still sending that warm buzz through her great body; but it's now clearly directing that warm buzz not at the corded muscles in her arms and legs, but rather squarely at her crotch, which is fairly gushing with sexual excitement. The muscles themselves feel heavy, lethargic; and, in the case of those beautiful legs that are in full, rubbery meltdown, too hot and wet for her own good. Instead of surging strength, Diana feels mostly just a giddy weakness. She has never felt so helpless, and seldom so utterly turned on. She stares at the young goddess-like body in front of her with dread, envy and, undeniably, raw unfettered lust. Distracted, she barely reacts as Tam-Ra turns, twists, leaps and lashes out at her feet first. Tam-Ra's feet crash into Wonder Woman's chest. With catlike skill she aims so perfectly, that a heel lands dead center, in each enormous, up- tilted amazonian boob. Wonder Woman crashes jarringly against the earthen wall, wailing at the terrible damage to her magnificent bosom, while her young adversary lands cat-like on her feet. When Wonder Woman bounces off the wall, Tam-Ra backhands her across the face, spinning her in a half circle. A barrage of powerfully driven punches crashes into her back slamming her face first, back into the earthen bank. Struggling bravely against the overwhelming attack of her young antagonist, Wonder Woman braces herself against the hard bank, and spins around shakily on those big, beautiful, extremely rubbery legs. Face to face with her foe, Tam-Ra drives another punch, a straight left, deep into Diana's. The Amazon Queen gasps aloud, but remembering Tam-Ra's tactic, desperately dives head first into the young renegade's midsection. Now, it is Tam-Ra's turn to gasp breathlessly, as Wonder Woman's head drives the breath from her lungs. But taut, ridged muscles developed to near perfection by hours of sit-ups and weight workouts limit the damage; and her youthful recuperative powers bring her back quickly. Angered now, Tam-Ra's clenched hands smash down on Wonder Woman's neck, in a two-handed rabbit punch. The punch slams the aging heroine's face down into a knee lift that flings her backward, arms windmilling for balance. Tam-Ra hits the off-balance Amazon Queen, with a left hook to the cheek, and a right uppercut to the chin. Her hard fisted punches slam Wonder Woman's head first to the left, and then backward. A drop of blood trickles down her cheek. As Diana sags backward, Tam-Ra's muscular leg flashes up in another savage kick. Wonder Woman reels backward in groggy confusion, blood dripping from her nose and cheek, while Tam-Ra stalks her unrelentingly. Another barrage of blows, to her head, face and chest, drops her to her knees. Tam-Ra hammers away at the aging Amazon's head. Desperately, Wonder Woman throws her arms around Tam-Ra's legs, and buries her face against Tam-Ra's leather loincloth, hanging on for dear life. Tam-Ra, contemptuously kicks free, takes a backward step, and brutally kicks the crouching amazon in the belly, again. Wonder Woman gags, clutches her wounded belly and pitches face first to the floor, head spinning. The merciless Tam-Ra kicks the fallen Amazon Queen in the side of the head, then knee drops into the small of her back. Tam-Ra rises, smiling from Wonder Woman's trembling form. Poor Diana scratches at the floor in woozy confusion.. Her big, curvy legs tremble as she valiantly tries to rise. Tam-Ra leans over the struggling superheroine. She grabs the raven curls at the back of Wonder Woman's skull with her left hand, and grips the seat of Diana's satin tights with her right. Then she lifts the woozy older amazon up to her feet. Wonder Woman cries out in quick fear. She struggles wildly, but Tam-Ra rams her headfirst into the earthen bank. She stands back, watching gleefully as the punch-drunk, Amazon Queen stumbles on rubbery legs. Then, with a cruel, sadistic laugh, Tam-Ra punches Wonder Woman across the side of her jaw, laying her out on the ground, barely conscious. Poor Diana lies on her side, unmoving, for several moments, her amazon tribe aghast at the horrible beating their beloved queen is being subjected to. One, the tawny amazon, Evena, herself a one time "favored pet" of Diana's, tries to rush the pit, go to her embattled Queen's aide; but Valora warns her back with a stern rebuke, "NO, you must not interfere. You will bring shame on the Amazon Queen if you go to her side during an official duel. It is the amazon way; stand clear please." With Evena backing off reluctantly, Valora turns back to observing the fray, a slight smile playing on her lips, sneaking a quick glance at the Towering Teen Tyro and exchanging a furtive knowing wink. While Tam-Ra and Valora play secret eye tag, on the arena floor a groggy Wonder Woman comes around slowly from this latest beating; then, acting on instinct alone, wobbles up to her feet. Her loyal subjects raise a hopeful voice, seeing their beloved queen bravely trying to battle back, but their rallying cries die quickly as poor Diana, still weaving drunkenly on legs of pure rubber, gropes weakly at the sculpted redheaded powerhouse. Tam-Ra spins furiously and plants her foot in Wonder Woman's belly. Leaning forward , off balance, Diana, embattled Queen of the Amazons, flips head over heels. She lands with a bone-jarring jolt on her back. As she labors mightily to get up, the younger amazon is already standing over her. A bloodied, woozy Wonder Woman raises her left arm to ward off the next attack but too late to stop Tam-Ra 's heel from smashing down on her face. Blood spurts from her nose as the gravely wounded Amazon Queen howls in agony.. Tam-Ra leans over, seizes her blood-stained raven hair, and drags Wonder Woman across the uneven ground jolting her injured back. Then she reverses momentum, and forces Diana to sit up. Diana screeches as Tam-Ra hauls her roughly to her feet.. Tam-Ra releases Wonder Woman's hair, letting the battered superheroine spin desperately around in a wobbly semi-circle. Her hard fists hit Wonder Woman in the face, a left to her bloody nose and a right to the jaw, both brutal blows slamming the Amazon Queen's head back from their force. Gurgling in pain, Wonder Woman sees stars, and goes down on one knee. Looking down at her foe, Tam-Ra is met by dumbly staring, glazed over blue eyes. "You want more you dumb bitch? O. K.!" Tam- Ra snarls, and kicks the venerable Wonder Woman in the belly. When poor Diana drops moaning face first in the dirt at her feet, gingerly rubbing her battered abdomen, Tam-Ra casually flips the embattled Amazon Queen over to her back and straddles Diana's great, shuddering body, slamming her hard buttocks into Wonder Woman's muscularly ridged belly. Tam-Ra laughs exultantly; sitting astride the fallen older Amazon, holding her captive to her own merciless will is, indeed, a heady rush. Unable to restrain her exultation at how quick and thorough her apparent conquest has been, Tam-Ra furiously buffets Wonder Woman's beautiful, trapped face from side to side, with slow deliberate open-handed slaps. She doesn't stop until she has smacked poor Diana into near oblivion. Finally satisfied, that the mighty Amazon Queen is helpless, for the time being at least, Tam-Ra claws at the tattered bodice of Wonder Woman's famous uniform. She slowly teases Wonder Woman's red and gold, bodice down around her trim, muscular waist. Wonder Woman's huge breasts tumble free, exquisitely tipped, by small, delectable aureoles, and long, thick nipples. Tam-Ra almost gleefully pulls on the leathery nipples now, stretching both out while poor Diana moans loudly. The embattled superheroine can do nothing but lie there, quivering with indignation and shame, at this demeaning humiliation, her splayed body spasming sharply, then shuddering uncontrollably as weak gasps escape her pursed lips while she helplessly endures Tam-Ra's savage mauling of her bared bodily assets. Tam-Ra, smiling devilishly, and barely breathing hard, gets up at length from on top of the feebly writhing Wonder Woman, and stands there, hands on hips, towering over her now stripped to the waist victim, snarling huskily, "get up and fight, ya washed up old bitch!. Geeez, what a horny little slut you are, letting your big fat sloppy titties flop out and all. Yeah, come on slut queen, show me some fight; this is too easy!" Diana is shamed and horribly battered and weakened, grunting in anguish, but bravely rises to her feet yet again, and angrily plows a left fist into her young tormentor, striking back with a desperate sense of urgency. Tam-Ra, caught off balance, falls back to her butt, and turns slowly over to all fours, momentarily dazed from the blow to her jaw. With renewed hope Wonder Woman moves into her, but, from her kneeling position, Tam-Ra suddenly launches herself, as though from a catapult, headfirst into Wonder Woman's solar plexus, emptying her lungs in a whoosh of distress. Wonder Woman's face blanches.. She desperately clutches her pummeled belly, gasping and wheezing, knees buckling. The assembled crowd is on its feet, screaming in disbelief as poor gaping Diana, the indomitable Amazon Queen and indefatigable internationally acclaimed superheroine,, Wonder Woman, lurches haltingly forward, long, curvy legs wobbling horribly, stutter steps sideways trying to catch her woozy balance, and then, rubbery legs folding weakly, goes down to all fours with a sickening moan. Now, Tam-Ra licks her lips sadistically, and laughs venomously, anticipating retribution for the fist that caught her off guard and knocked her to her butt. She cocks her fists threateningly. Wonder Woman, crouching before her, swallows nervously at the threat in Tam-Ra's cruel laugh as she dutifully struggles to her feet, survival instincts driving the gravely weakened superheroine on against ever mounting odds. With Diana up, but so very, very wobbly and woozy, Tam-Ra comes after the doomed Amazon queen with a vengeance. Her first punch bounces Wonder Woman's magnificent right breast, as though it's a volley ball. As Wonder Woman's mouth twitches to swallow a cry, the next blow drives, wrist-deep, into her taut, muscled belly. Hard, iron- strong fists hammer Wonder Woman's middle, especially targeting her firm, round, little bellybutton. Diana does her best to ward off Tam- Ra's punches, but Tam-Ra is too fast, too strong, parrying Diana's weak counters with ease while her own power punches explode in Wonder Woman's middle like grenades. Wonder Woman's tightly-muscled belly, clenches and unclenches, in gasping spasms; her big, beautiful thighs buckle and tremble, rubbing noisily, wetly, together as she fights to maintain her balance. Hers is a physique that can and has absorbed absorb frightful punishment from criminals and villains before. But it is only human flesh, albeit fortified most times by the supposed, superpowered invulnerability provided by its magical golden belt. And it has human limits, especially when not adequately protected by that BELT, as apparently has happened now. Wonder Woman's long, heroically fashioned legs tremble uncontrollably, and buckle at the knees yet again. She sways unsteadily, and her voluptuous amazon's body folds at the waist, in silent agony. "Come, Pet! We're not done yet!" Tam-Ra snickers. Only, her fierce Amazon Pride keeps Wonder Woman on her feet. Her sadistic foe sees the sick agony in those big, blue eyes, and knows the terribly weakened Amazon Queen is at her complete mercy. Wanting to prolong this amusing game, she unclenches her fists, and slaps Wonder Woman's bosom, with her open hand, toying with, taunting the irreparably weakened superheroine. The huge, creamy melons, with their delicate nipples, are a vulnerable target, and Wonder Woman can no longer protect them. It is terribly galling to this proud Amazon beauty, that Tam-Ra can slap her fabulous bared bosom with impunity. Although the slaps aren't terribly hard, Wonder Woman leans against the wall, moaning pitifully. Wonder Woman is in a bad, bad way; indeed, she is suffering the beating of her legendary life. And, worse yet, she appears utterly helpless to stop the rampaging Teen Tyro from Tiburra. Can this be the sad end of the famed superheroine? Or will she somehow summon the strength and resolve to battle back? To be continued.