Pit-fighter vs Amazon: The Revenge! - Part I
By Stacy Barehugger
Nude, erotic, mixed and f/f pit-fighting with Amazons vs men and women.


Description of the author and his work (FOR THOSE INTERESTED): 

I, Stacy Barehugger, am a man who proudly owns a unisexual first name 
and, for my writing, I use a thought-provoking last name.  I am an 
author and sometimes illustrator of primarily mixed and sometimes female 
vs. female wrestling stories, I hope one day to release a book on such 
matters - including a philosophy on why some men want women to wrestle 
them at times even more than they might want to make love to them.  I am 
available through Diana the Valkyrie's Bearhug discussion forum.  
Usually, my stories are about men and strong women who very 
competitively, and often erotically, wrestle each other.  The women do 
not always win, but they nonetheless prove that they are pound-for-pound 
NOT the so-called "weaker sex".  In fact, sometimes they are the masters 
of using sex as a weapon in their struggles, and always - they are 
brave.  

Although my stories have varying levels of sex and violence (and 
sometimes neither), usually no character gets more hurt than he or she 
might want to or deserve to.  There is usually a powerful combination of 
eroticism and competition in the games that the combatants play that is 
mutually enjoyed between them, with the suspense maintained by making it 
not easy to predict which of two equally-matched combatants will defeat 
each other.  Sometimes as well, the fight is fought to a draw - proving 
the equality of the fighters.  And sometimes the story is simply about a 
man who loves to feel the true power of a woman exerted on him.  So 
although my stories feature fleshy female fighters, they strive to be 
respectful toward women, celebrating their untold potentials, rather 
than exploitive.  I apologize ahead of time if in reading one of my my 
stories you have found it to rehash material and concepts that I have 
already used in other stories.  It was done for the benefit of those who 
might not have read any of my previous stories.  I would recommend my 
erotic stories, as well as many of the other fine erotic stories in 
Diana's story section, to men and (I would imagine a few) women who have 
close and immediate access either to a cold shower, or each other. 


Description of the story (SPOILER ALERT!): 

The village of a young male pit-fighter champion was invaded by Amazons.  
He is now forced into service as a sparring partner and mate to a young 
amazon who looks to be about as physically strong as he is.  In a brutal 
fight, she takes advantage of his protruding weakness and physically and 
sexually dominates him.  In the next match, however, she agrees that 
both fighters will wear protective leather shorts and grappling gloves, 
so that neither of their groins will get hurt.  But will that be enough 
to give the young man a chance to gain a win, and regain his dignity 
fighting not only the woman, but his attraction to her?  In Part I of 
the story, the pit-fighter witnesses a fight between the village's best 
female pit-fighter and an Amazon of similar size and build.  This not 
the first story Stacy Barehugger has written, but it is the first he has 
submitted to Diana the Valkyrie's story section. Although this story is 
more brutal than his usual stories, it still gives you a good flavour of 
what he likes to write.  In this case, it does not give away the farm 
right away with the main mixed match event, but starts with a female vs 
female match.  I have also submitted the odd short story in the past to 
the Bearhug discussion forum.  Enjoy! 


The Story: 

Our village was invaded by an Amazon army intent on expanding its circle 
of influence.  The village is isolated from most of the world.  It does 
not have any real military support except for its small army, which was 
greatly outnumbered by the Amazon army.  We were wise not to offer any 
resistance to them.  Besides, they did not come to rape and pillage us - 
just to rape.  They needed men to procreate with, and as a single young 
man, I actually welcomed this.  As the village's champion pit-fighter, I 
even welcomed being put in the role of sparring partner, as well as 
mate, to an attractive young Amazon.  But it was with mixed feelings 
that I welcomed my first sight of her, from accross the pit.  

She was as beatiful as any woman I had seen, although some men might say 
that she looked to be a little too muscular for their tastes - not that 
she lacked any feminine curves.  She was one of the largest of the 
Amazons that invaded us, and much larger than any woman that I had ever 
seen in the village.  She was, in fact, the best Amazon fighter of her 
village.  She was legendary, and she was rumored to have never lost a 
fight to anyone except a stranger that once passed through her village - 
an immortal time-traveller named Diana the Valkyrie who was said to have 
been searching time and space for the best fighters for her to go up 
against.  This woman, or goddess, was also said to have been the host of 
some women's fighting arena that people from all around the world came 
to spectate - an arena apparently called an "internet sight" - but 
that's another story.  

The woman that stared at me from accross the pit with steely eyes had a 
nice tan, awesomely muscled legs that looked to be stronger than mine, 
and an upper body that looked perhaps weaker than mine, but not by much.  
She may have been a little smaller than me in size, but in fact, she 
looked to have the same overall physical strength as I, and I liked the 
idea of making love to such a woman.  If she was as sexually aggressive 
as I, then we would make beautiful music together, I was sure.  But the 
problem of it all was that I wasn't quite sure if I could handle her in 
the pit.  

Part of the problem was my fear of being defeated by a woman - it would 
be a first for me, and rightfully or wrongfully, I had a certain "male" 
pride.  Part of the problem, also, was my ability to be aggressive 
toward a woman - it went against the grain for me.  Even if there were 
female pit-fighters who fought men in my village, they were well under 
my weight class, and I appreciated that - for both our sakes.  Another 
part of the problem was how attractive I found my opponent to be.  
Seeing her for the first time, facing me from accross the pit - all nude 
flesh and sweat glistening under the sun, I felt too weak-kneed to fight 
her.  I wondered if it was even possible to concentrate on fighting a 
woman who I would be happier to just let wrestle me into ecstacy.  And 
the last part of the problem was the fact that we were to fight each 
other in the nude.  While the idea of that sort of fight excited me, it 
was a form of fighting that I was not used to.  Pit-fighting in my 
village required that the crotch be well-protected with leather shorts 
and that grappling gloves be worn.  Fighters could punch and kick and 
wrestle, but they could not maim or kill each other.  The Amazons 
employed similar rules in their training games, but the lack of 
protection made the matches much more brutal than anything I had ever 
previously seen.  In addition, their fighting game was not ended as ours 
were, with a best out of three submissions.  Their fighting game allowed 
submissions to be a cry of mercy that required the opposing wrestler to 
change to a different hold.  There were no breaks.  And the match was 
decisively ended when one wrestler was somehow made unconscious.  It was 
a brutal form of fighting, and I couldn't believe that a group of women 
actually subscribed to it.  At least it was not a fight to the death.   

Before meeting the woman that was to be my sparring partner, opponent, 
and mate, I witnessed the very first match with the Amazons in the pit, 
knowing full well that I was to fight the second.  A few villagers and 
Amazons looked on as a young Amazon took on another young woman - our 
village's best female pit-fighter, in a nude match.  The two muscular 
but beautiful, tanned-skin fighters were of similar size and build.  
They circled, and then locked arms, and then came together in a fleshy 
"splat" that found them rolling on the soft muddy ground, bearhugging 
each other and scissoring each other's legs, grunting and groaning with 
exertion, if not also sensuality.  It was one of the most beautiful and 
erotic scenes I had ever witnessed.  Soon they were on their sides, and 
they switched from using bearhugs to choking each other with their right 
arms and relieving the pressure of the choke with their left arms.  They 
stayed that way for many minutes -  both panting heavily, and neither 
being able to best the other.  They moved only slightly in an attempt to 
pin each other, but to no avail.  But despite their apparent immobility, 
I could see the muscles in their bodies strain for all they were worth, 
while their bodies heated up and replaced much of the light covering of 
mud on their bodies with sweat.  Finally, the Amazon, resting on her 
right hip, kicked her left leg out to shift her weight, and soon had the 
other girl pinned.  The Amazon's other leg was still being scissored, 
but she slowly managed to escape it from the scissor.  She swiftly 
crashed that leg down into the girl's crotch, provoking a shriek of pain 
and sympathetic and shocked sounds from the audience.  The pinned girl 
used her left hand to clutch and protect her crotch while she let out a 
punch with her right to the Amazon's side.  The Amazon absorbed the 
punch without hardly flinching, and quickly got off of the girl, 
avoiding a second punch.  The Amazon rolled the girl onto her side and 
dove into her, placing a sleeper hold on her while rolling the girl on 
top of her, wrapping the girl's torso up with her legs.  The girl clawed 
at the Amazon's choking arm with both of her hands, but within seconds, 
the girl dropped her hands to her sides, and it was over. 

The Amazon referee called out to the Amazon fighter "Finish her!".  The 
command shocked only the onlooking villagers who were not fighters - who 
were not informed, as I was, what this part of the game meant.  "She 
must be tamed!" cried the the Amazon referee.  The Amazon fighter gently 
placed the girl she had defeated on the muddy ground so that her back 
was laying on the ground and her head laying on its side.  With a wicked 
smile, the Amazon grapevined the motionless girl and used her arms and 
hands to pin the girl's wrists down to the ground and at her sides.  
Then, she began to kiss and lick the border between the girl's neck and 
jaw, and soon started a gentle, slow and repetitive hip thrust into the 
girl.  The girl quickly woke up, and gasped in shock.  I could see her 
biceps straining against the Amazon's biceps that lazily pinned them.  
The girl thrashed her head back and forth, only to find herself cheek-
to-cheek with the Amazon whose head hung over her shoulder.  Gravity was 
on the Amazon's side, and after considerably straining, the girl seemed 
to realize that as she moaned and relaxed her body in defeat.  

The pinned girl closed her eyes and grimaced, more from humilation, 
though, than any pain.  Both women breathed heavily as the Amazon rubbed 
her vagina repeatedly against the pit-fighter's.  The pit-fighter's body 
flexed in an attempt to escape the Amazon, but again, it was to no 
avail.  The pinned girl became wide-eyed all of the sudden, and let out 
a soft "Uh".  The Amazon followed suite with her own "Uh", and soon the 
hip-thrusting intensified in strength and frequency.  "Uh uh uh uh" was 
the song both women sang in alternating voices, and the pinned girl's 
wide eyes closed for a while, and then re-opened, looking glazed over.  
She wimpered softly, and it was hard to determine whether it was a 
whimper in frustration or in exstacy, or both.  

The sun continued to beat down on the two women in a vain attempt to dry 
off their ever-increasing sweat.  Soon the pinned girl's breathing 
turned into sigh's, and the Amazon lifted her head and kissed the girl's 
lips passionately while the girl offered no resistance.  The Amazon then 
released her grip on the girl's arms and hugged her passionately.  The 
girl hugged the Amazon weakly back, but instead of clasping her hands 
and arms together in a defensive bearhug, she simply palmed at Amazon's 
back muscles in a way that looked confused - as if it was part defensive 
against the situation, and part welcoming it.  Then the Amazon released 
her gravevine, but kept her legs apart for leverage.  The pinned girl's 
legs remained almost motionless - writhing only slightly.  Both women 
gave out high-pitched moans and sighs for a while and continued to 
writhe only a little in each other's embrace.  

The Amazon soon let go of her embrace and propped herself up a little in 
such a way that the nipples of her breasts only lightly rested against 
the pinned girl's breasts.  Already very aroused by the fight the two 
women had, I couldn't keep my eyes off their newly exposed breasts as 
they heaved together in tanned, sweat-soaked glory.  Maybe there was a 
fringe benefit to this form of brutal fighting, I thought.  After 
repositioning herself, the Amazon let out a volley of fast, intense hip 
thrusts that brought shrieks of pleasure from both girls.  The pinned 
girl closed her eyes, and soon after, almost simultaneosly, both 
fighters shuddered with one great flex against each other.  The pinned 
girl let out a soft orgasmic shriek while the Amazon moaned.  The 
fighter's bodies had finally stopped their sexual struggle, and after a 
moment of almost no motion between them, the Amazon relaxed her body, 
falling into the girl's, while both breathed heavily, but otherwise 
continued to stay motionless.  

The match was complete.  The Amazon had not only physically dominated 
our village's best female pit-fighter but sexually dominated her as 
well.  The sexual domination was not neccessary to win the fight, but it 
provided an example to the village of just who was now in control of it.  
I took the fight as a warning not to underestimate these Amazon women, 
and to try my best to protect my groin when facing one of them.  I was a 
bit fearful now of my upcoming match.  Without protective shorts or 
gloves, any match of this sort, even with a lesser fighter, would still 
be painful for both fighters.  Still, my fear mostly enhanced my 
excitement about the match, which was to come soon...perhaps all too 
soon. 

...To be continued in part 2 (still writing it - suggestions 
welcomed)...