Who Should Rule? A story by A-Man Prince against Princess in battle-to-the-death for control of ancient tribe It was official, the old king was dead. Who should now rule in his place, this was the major question facing the tribe. The king had two children, although they were grown by now. The son was 22, a massive, power-hungry hot headed, ill-tempered bully. He was a born fighter and settled all disputes violently, with his fists. Only a fool would stand in his way. He thought his father too weak and longed for the day he could lead his people, his way. he would take them beyond their peaceful, meaningless lifestyle and conquer other tribes to create an empire. The daughter was an unusually attractive woman of 18. Although not as large as her brother, she was equally determined to rule in the footsteps of her father. There were factions of the tribe supporting each. Even though there had never been a woman ascending to the throne alone, without a husband, the daughter was ready to rule alone. Neither sibling would give in to accept the other, which set up an interesting confrontation. They had always despised each other privately and now this hatred was openly displayed. neither sibling would consider ruling together. In the past, a fight to the death was the only way to settle a dispute for the throne, which would eliminate all pretenders. Each of the would-be leaders agreed, this was the only way to settle this matter. this combat must take place to settle this once and for all. The next day the two combatants made their way into an open field followed by almost, the entire tribe. Argo, the male sibling was a striking symbol in the afternoon sun. At two hundred and forty pounds, he was well- over six feet with a bulked-up body of rippling muscle developed from his childhood of combat, consisting of butchering and destroying. Argo had never lost a fight in his life and this one seemed one of his easier tasks. He was ready to ascend to his destiny. He was born to be a king and only the mere figure of a woman stood in his way. Although he did not care for the idea of killing a woman, this was one woman he truly did hate and if this was the only way he could become king; so be it. The woman, Reena, was a golden goddess. The shadow of her figure alone was a sight to behold. She was about six feet tall and weighed about forty pounds less than her brother. Her body was well-toned and muscular; but her figure was all woman. Her breasts were unusually large in her tribe, and she always enjoyed their effect on men. Her legs were deceptively strong and the definition of her arms was the envy of many male hunters. She knew the only way to stop her brother from turning this peaceful village into a war zone would be to kill him. There was no other way. The warriors walked toward one another. The crowd gave them plenty of fighting room. Each offered the other one last chance to concede the kingdom to the other, but each refused. The Amazon was ready. Her bother Argo wanted no weapons, he would kill her with his bare hands. The daughter, Reena agreed, no weapons. In the next instant, she tore off her tunic, revealing all of her naked splendor. This was the custom for the death match, although Argo did not expect his sister to fight naked. He in turn removed his loin cloth. In the tradition of the tribe in a battle to the death, nothing is hidden, not even the body. Argo never realized, what a fantastic body Reena had, now it would almost be a shame to kill her. The gladiators advanced to fight. They circled each other warily. They had never fought each other before. They had engaged in some non-contact games long ago, but this would be different, very different. Argo erupted in a fearsome yell and tackled Reena, forcing her to the ground. He got in a few hard blows before she was able to throw him off. He charged again, but this time she avoided him and jumped on his back. She rode him to the ground, landing with her full body force on him. Argo flipped her off. As they each rose, Argo slammed his fists into her tempting exposed breasts. Reena was dazed and shocked for a moment with the pain of this attack. Her breasts had been fondled, but never walloped before. He grabbed her breasts and turned them like wheels and brutally yanked them in directions they were never meant to go. He kicked Reena in the groin several times, dropping her to her knees. On her knees, before him, she was gagging as Argo put his meaty animal hands around her throat and applied the death-like vice grip which would end her life. Air was totally cut- off. Reena was fighting now, literally for her life. She could not get his hands to release even the slightest bit of pressure. Die, bitch, die, he yelled glaring down into her eyes. Reena was sinking fast. The kingdom shall be mine, he yelled. It would be over in a few moments. Failing to dislodge his hands, and the darkness approaching, Reena reached out and grabbed the fully exposed testicles swinging before her eyes. She squeezed them like luscious grapefruits with all her power. She drained these lovely fruits of their natural juices. These fruits would now give her the gift of life. An unbelievable howl from Argo reacting to the pain, quickly ended his attempt at strangling his opponent. Each of the warriors lay collecting themselves on the ground. Argo was the first to move and crawled over the dazed Reena. He savagely bit into Reena's left breast, instantly drawing blood. Her nipple was almost torn off. The vampire-like attacker Argo , was furious, reacting to the assault on his manhood as an animal. The bit on her breast brushed away any cobwebs in Reena's head and restored her to consciousness. This was, after all, a death match. Argo, bloody mouth and all, was amused with success of his attack on her bleeding breast and went to gnaw on her other tit. He was thinking, what a waste of such delicious breast-meat, as he never-the-less proceeded. Reena drew her knee up and blasted the surprised Argo in the jaw ending his chomping spree. They were a weird sight now on their knees trading punches. Reena connected to his eyes and nose, while Argo flailed away at Reena's chest. As the fight wore on Reena was getting the bettor of the action. Did she desire victory more than her opponent or was his lack of power due to his destroyed balls. Either way, Argo's punches were losing their force, he was tiring. Argo seemed to be breathing heavily. Reena finally sent Argo reeling as she rocked him with two solid club-like rights to Argo's jaw. He had the presence of mind to reach out and grab, at anything he could get his hands on, as he fell. He grabbed a significant patch of her exceedingly bushy pubic hair and pulled it out by the roots. The shriek of the violated Amazon was heard for miles. The scream was half for the pain Argo inflicted and half for the pain she would now inflict. Reena instinctively drove her nails into the eyes of Argo, blinding him. She stood up and saw her pitiful opponent getting up swinging wildly. She vented her anger with another savage barrage of punches and kicks, shattering bones and most important of all, almost breaking the will of Argo to resist her on-slaught. He collapsed in a ball. He could faintly see a shadow coming towards him. Reena dove on top of her prone opponent, driving the air out of his lungs with her knees. She wound up sitting on his chest, with her legs wrapped around his neck, in a face smothering pin. His face was towards her and he could see enough, now to realize, he was beaten. Reena offered to spare his life, if he would accept her as Queen. Argo laughed and said "kill me now, or I will surely kill you later, bitch from hell". He tried to bite her crotch which enveloped his face. This only infuriated Reena more. She drew his head closer, so he might see her clearer as she applied pressure with her thighs around his head. She turned her head and was surprised to see his staff was almost fully erect. With one hand she reached back and seductively stroked his manhood, while at the same time applying deadly pressure to his neck. So you want me now, do you, pig, Reena cursed her brother. He became fully erect in her powerful hand. Stroking and choking, choking and stroking, Reena methodically worked her opponent. Reena seemed to be actually enjoying this death match. Would he come before he dies, she wondered. Argo's desperate attempts to break free were failing, resulting only in his becoming weaker. The crowd remained silent as they had for this entire battle. The afternoon sun was well on its way down along with one of these combatants. The field revealed, the bizarre sight, of the very naked Reena sitting on top of Argo, with her thighs tightly wrapped around his throat like pythons, stealing his remaining oxygen. Reena continued stroking the manhood of Argo giving him ecstacy pleasure to go with his agony. Reena watched his complexion go from pink, to red, to blue and now purple under the guidance of her smothering thighs. Faster and faster she stroked his penis to see if he could climax before death. Tighter and tighter her legs worked his bull-like neck, as if in some sexual ritual dance. Reena was incorporating this deadly combat into a crowning ritual sex act and death dance. Stroking and dancing violently to some unheard beat until she stopped, as his labored breathing finally ceased. Poor Argo never did get to come. Reena stood up and looked down at the fallen warrior who would be king. The beads of sweat from her magnificent body rained down upon the corpse and his still- erect penis. Reena gazed at the crowd and grabbing him by the penis lifted him overhead, showing the entire village, there was a new ruler. Long live Reena, they exclaimed! Reena, with this brutal, yet decisive victory had quelled any doubts about her ability to rule. no one would challenge her fighting ability again. As the sun began to set, there was Reena, with her shadow twenty feet long still holding her opponent aloft, parading around for all to see. She threw his body down and unceremoniously dragged him to camp, by his penis. Come, we must sacrifice this gift to the gods, in honor of my victory. Everyone fell in line behind the Queen.