In the Heart of Africa by Tom Adams

The Powerful Village Queen is Challenged

The Queen sits in the middle of the village. It's somewhere in Africa. No one in the village is quite sure where. No one cares.

The Queen's skin is jet black. Her hair, jet black. The pupils of her eyes, jet black.

She is completely nude. So is everyone else in the village.

The queen stands up. She flexes the black muscles in her chest. Her breasts are huge. Firm. No sag. Even when she's sitting. And when she stands with her shoulders back, they are enormous. She is the Queen. The most powerful person in the village.

There are men in the village. They are slaves to their female masters. Have been for hundreds of years. Occasionally one tries to slip away. They are killed by a strong black woman.

Natasha looks at the Queen. She is strong. But getting older and weaker. Natasha is young, strong and getting stronger.

It's a village rule that once a month the Queen must fight any woman that wants to challenge her. The winner is /or remains Queen. The loser joins the men as slaves.

She has been the Queen for eleven years. Most of the time, no one has challenged her. Those that have are now slaves.

It's the time of month for a challenge. The Queen continues to flex. Starts with her calves. Then moves to the large muscles in her thighs. Then she turns and flexes the mass of black muscle in her butt and back.

Then turns quickly forward. Thrust her hips. Her black stomach muscles look like steel. She moves to her chest. The muscles there make her large, firm breasts rise higher and higher.

The Queen smiles. She sees her subjects look in awe.

Finally, she flexes the muscles in her arms. Her veins pop out as her biceps rise to a peak.

Then the Queen relaxes. Any challengers? Probably not. Havn't been for two years. The beating the Queen gave that challenger left her not only a slave, but a cripple.

Natasha raises her hand. She feels the powerful muscles in her young body flex. Feels she can become the new Queen.

The present Queen just smiles. She's had young challengers before. Ground them into the dirt.

The villagers quickly back away. Make a large circle. Room for the women to fight.

The Queen steps into the clearing to face Natasha. Her muscles flex. Her enormous breasts rise and fall as she breathes.

Natasha steps into the clearing. The crowd looks in admiration. Not an ounce of fat. Black skin streched tight over huge muscles. And her breasts are larger than the Queen's. Huge. Firm. Alluring.

The Queen is not impressed. She has delt with superior opponents before.

As the Queen approaches, she aims a vicious kick to Natasha's pussy. But Natasha remembers this from ten years ago, when her mother challenged the Queen and became a slave.

Natasha quickly turns and grabs the Queen's foot, yanking her to the ground.

Natasha smiles. The Queen is laying on the ground. Natasha does not take advantage of this. Instead she defiantly repeats what the Queen has done.

She flexes the jet black muscles in her legs. Turns her back to the Queen and flexes the msucles in her butt and back. Then turns quickly and flexes the mucles in her arms and chest.

The veins pop in her forearms and biceps. Her breasts on top of her chest muscles are huge. Larger than the Queen's.

Natasha wants to avenge her mother. The Queen wants to hold her crown.

The Queen grabs Natasha's large breasts. Natasha saw this in the Queens's fight with her mother. She slaps the Queen's breasts. And she punches them with her fist. Again and again.

The Queen let's go. Then Natasha hammers her nose and mouth.

Blood streams down the Queen's face. But she has just begun to fight.

The Queen grabs Natasha's large breasts again. Her fingernails rip into them, tearing at the flesh. Then she sends her fist to Natasha's nose and mouth.

The nose breaks. The lips burst. Natasha's red blood gushes down across her beautiful black body. Down her legs. Into the dirt.

Natasha's mind goes back ten years. She sees the Queen destroy her mother. It's happening again.

But ten years have past. The Queen is not as strong.

Natasha sinks her teeth into the Queen's large breasts. Rips off a nipple. Spits it into the dirt.

Now red blood is gushing from the Queen. Down her hard, black stomach. Down her powerful, black legs. Into the dirt beside her nipple.

Natasha ends the fight the way it started. A vicious kick to the Queen's pussy. But this time it's right on target

The Queen is dead. Long live the Queen.

The old Queen is now a slave. With tears streaming down her face, the new Queen releases her mother from ten years of bondage.

Natasha, as her first rule, says all slaves are free to go. They can remain here or take their chances in the jungle.

The old Queen decides to "take her chances".

Big mistake. The jungle destroys her.