Agor the Destroyer
By Beaten Man   replies to humbled@abeatenman.com 
Sheena battles the Jungle's most powerful warrior to save Tarzan


Sheena could not believe her ears. Her old friend Chief N'boto of the Itu
tribe was dead. His forty year reign over the largest of the Central African
tribes was over. He had been a wise and just ruler, much beloved by his people
and now he was gone.

The great Chief had not died of natural causes. He had been murdered in his
sleep by his principal bodyguard, a huge warrior known as Agor the Destroyer.
After killing the Chief, Agor had named himself as ruler of the Itu. He
sentenced anyone that opposed him to death by his hand.

The Destroyer was aptly named. He was the biggest man in the entire Jungle. He
stood over six and a half feet tall and weighed almost three hundred pounds.
His arms, chest, stomach and legs were thickly muscled. His massive biceps
alone were over twenty two inches around, his broad legs were like tree trunks
and his shoulders were as wide as two normal sized men's would be together.

His fierceness was known throughout the Jungle. He had won every contest of
strength between the tribes for ten years running. He had a ferocious
appearance to go along with his huge size. His head and body were shaved
smooth of all hair and his skin was as black as the night.. He wore nothing
except a loin patch and a necklace made from human ears. The ears were those
of the men he had slain in hand to hand combat, one from each victim. He was a
monstrous and brutal man, he would rule through fear and intimidation with an
iron fist.

N'boto's three sons had challenged Agor's legitimacy, saying one of them
should be the Chief and Agor should pay for his treachery. Agor met them on
the field of battle and fought all three at the same time. He killed the two
older sons, both of whom were armed, with his bare hands. The youngest of the
three ran away after seeing his older brothers so easily destroyed by the
giant Agor. It was that youngest son, Okawa, who was now bringing this bad
news to Sheena. He was pleading that Sheena, as the Jungle's Queen, free his
people from the tyrannical and illegitimate dictator.

Though Sheena rarely interfered in the affairs of the Tribes and Clans that
called the Jungle home, and left them free to determine their own leadership,
this time she had cause to get involved. There had been peace between the
tribes of the Jungle for forty years, N'boto had been a peace loving man who
kept the normally warlike Itu tribe from attacking it's smaller neighbors. Now
with a ferocious warrior leading them the peace and stability of her entire
jungle realm was in jeopardy. Besides that, he had been a friend and a loyal
subject. Agor would answer to her for his murder.

Sheena had more than politics and matters of war and peace troubling her mind
as she set out for the Itu homeland. A week before N'boto's son had come to
her she had sent her slave Tarzan to meet with N'boto and collect her annual
tribute. Tarzan had not returned, yet the trip should have taken less than two
days. She was now worried as to what fate might have befallen her slave. And
there was still the matter of her tribute, what had happened to it.

So her mind was troubled as the golden jungle Goddess raced on foot through
the hilly scrub land towards the Itu homeland. Her thick mane of flowing
golden blonde locks streamed behind her like a comet's tail as she sped along
the rocky path. Her rock hard sixteen inch biceps would swell and then stretch
with each pace as she pumped her arms back and forth. The muscles in her
powerful legs bunched and then elongated with each long, smooth stride as the
gloriously firm orbs of her 38 inch chest swayed rhythmeticly .

Her golden body glowed under the blazing African sun. The sweat streamed from
her broad shoulders and covered her magnificent breasts. From there it flowed
down across the hard flat expanse of her perfectly muscled abdomen and then
ran in two rivers of sweat over the seductive hips and down her long, smooth,
muscular legs. A group of startled hunters were treated to the pleasurable
sight of the two hard and perfectly round half moons of the beautiful Jungle
Queen's feminine rear end swaying with her steps as she flew passed them. They
stared after her retreating form in awed silence as she raced up a hill and
then disappeared down the far side.

Stopping only to drink from a small stream she passed, Sheena covered the
fifty miles to the Itu's border in four hours. Even her pet Cheetahs had
fallen off the pace in exhaustion and now lagged far behind her. She was both
worried and angered by the news and thus driven by a sense of urgency. She did
not slow to a walk until she arrived at the outskirts of the main Itu village.

As she walked towards the village center she noted the looks of fear and
sadness on the faces of the few villagers she encountered. Some motioned her
to turn around and then fearfully glanced over their shoulders as if
frightened someone might see them. The normally bustling village was eerily
quiet and very few people were about.

The market place at the village center was all but deserted when she arrived.
The site that greeted her there filled the Jungle Goddess with rage. In the
center of the square two ten foot poles had been placed, side by side, about
six feet apart. Suspended spread eagled between the poles, with an arm and a
leg tied to each one, was her slave Tarzan. He was surrounded by a ring of
twenty warrior guards each armed with a spear. His face and body were
battered, showing the signs of having been beaten. His great head hung down on
his chest and his blackened eyes stared forlornly at the ground.

Who is responsible for this outrage Sheena demanded as she approached the
guards. She drew her shoulders back and thrust her chest proudly forward when
the leader of the guards nervously stepped forward to greet her. We are simply
following orders Great Queen, the cowed guard stated, it is our new Chief Agor
who is responsible. We have been ordered to see to it that no one frees the
ape man. We forfeit our lives if we do not follow the new chief's orders. The
guard was torn between his fear of Agor and his fear of the angered Jungle
Queen. He knelt trembling on one knee as he addressed Sheena.

From behind the Jungle Goddess a deep voice, dripping with sarcasm and scorn,
boomed out. So our great queen honors us with her presence. The phrase great
queen was uttered with complete derision.. I am so happy to see you your
majesty. Again the voice was scornful and derisive as it referred to Sheena.

Sheena knew without looking that the voice belonged to Agor, no one else would
dare to use such a tone of voice to her. She turned to face the giant warrior,
her sky blue eyes flashed with anger as she addressed the ferocious new Chief.
Why is Tarzan bound and who dared to lay a hand upon my slave she demanded.

Your slave has been bound and left dangling in the sun as bait to draw you to
me, the muscle bound Agor answered. As for who it was that laid a finger upon
him, it was I, and it was much more than just a finger. My fists beat him to
within an inch of his life. Would you care to know why .

I would be curious, Sheena answered as she removed her leopard skin bra top in
preparation for the battle she now could see was inevitable. She stood almost
completely nude, wearing nothing but a brief loin patch. Her sweat covered
body glowed beneath the brilliant mid day African sun. The nipples of her
magnificent breasts pointed as daggers toward the brutal giant as she swelled
her chest defiantly.

He attempted to extort money from us, the weak fool had the nerve to demand
tribute. Agor pays tribute to no one. The giant approached nearer to the near
naked Sheena as he spoke. He removed his necklace of human ears so that he too
was wearing only a loin patch. His tone of voice and threatening manner, clear
evidence that he intended to do battle with the much smaller woman.

The tribute is paid to me out of respect Sheena began. The real Chief, Okawa,
will gladly see to it that it is paid after you have recanted your claim to be
Chief. As for using Tarzan as bait, I am here now, I assume you are foolish
enough to want to do battle with me so why don't we stop playing with each
other and get to the business at hand. You have a lot to answer for and I
don't have all day she added.

Foolish woman, I will crush you Agor boasted as he flexed his huge arms. I
beat Tarzan to the ground. You I will kill, he roared.

Better men than you have tried Sheena answered. Choose your weapon.

These are my weapons the giant thundered as he held his great arms in front of
him. I will crush the great Sheena with my bare hands and then rape her
corpse. Her lifeless body will hang in the square next to her weak pet Tarzan.

You promise me death do you. I promise you life. You will live to regret your
foolishness and treachery. You will live to beg me to kill you. These will
crush you as they have every other arrogant man who has challenged them.
Sheena flexed her own biceps. As they swelled she added, Your fate will be
worse than death at my hands.

The giant black man and the beautiful golden woman approached each other until
their nearly naked bodies were separated by mere inches. Agor towered more
than a full head above her, he was nearly twice as broad. You don't stand a
chance against me he boasted as he sneered down at her.

Sheena was no fool, she was facing the biggest and strongest opponent she had
ever met. He was a man who could pulverize a rock with either hand or squeeze
a lion in a bear hug until it was crushed and lifeless. But she had not faced
and beaten countless larger foes by being intimidated or stupid. Though she
was powerful and muscular herself she would not allow this battle to be simply
a test of strength. This would be a test of wills and skill. She would use
every part of her magnificent body to attack this huge man. She would chop
away at him like a woodsman taking down a great tree. Limb by limb she would
take down this mountainous tree of a warrior.

It is you who does not stand a chance the golden Amazon said calmly as she
stared back up at the hulking Agor with her balled fists at her side. It is
time for you to pay for the death of Chief N'boto and his sons, time for you
to pay for beating my pet and for your arrogance. It is time for you to pay
for your disrespect of me. When I am finished with you no one will ever dare
challenge me again. You will be made an example that will cause men to tremble
in fear when they think of your punishment at my hands.

Big talk from such a puny creature Agor thundered down at her. He raised his
great arms with his hands outstretched, challenging the jungle queen to a test
of strength.

You must think me a fool Sheena shouted as she drove her right fist up into
the giants groin. Agor grunted in terrible pain as her uppercut drove into his
balls. He doubled over clutching his stomach and then dropped to his knees.

Now Sheena could look down at her adversary on his knees in front of her. Be
patient Agor, we shall have our test of strength. We'll have it when I choose,
not when you do. Now get on your clumsy feet and at least try to make a
contest out of this.

Agor was furious. She had made him look foolish in front of the guards. She
would pay he vowed as he stood and again faced the golden Sheena. He roared
out that he would kill her with one blow and began swinging mighty rights and
lefts at the beautiful woman standing right in front of him. His fists looked
like boulders as they flew at her head, propelled by his tree like arms.

Now the fool plays my game Sheena thought as she deftly ducked under first his
mighty left and then his mighty right. When both punches had flown passed her
she sprang up from her crouch and delivered her own powerful punch to the
giants chin. Her punch caused the great warrior to cry out and stumble back.

He roared and ran straight at her swinging his fists like a pendulum, each
punch carrying the potential to separate Sheena's heat from her regal neck.
But Sheena was like a ghost as his fists flew around her. She was quick and
elusive, it was as though Agor was trying to hit smoke. She ducked, bobbed and
weaved, firing her own powerful counter punches into the monster's body and
face as she avoided his blows.

The fierce Agor's fists slowed as the jungle heat and Sheena's well placed
punches began to take a toll on his stamina. He had pursued her to the edge of
the market square in his futile attempt to strike her. Now she began driving
him backwards with a flurry of quick punches to his jaw, nose, chin and mouth.
Her speed advantage was overwhelming, Agor was helpless to stop her assault as
she pounded him all the way back across the square. When they were once again
back to where they had begun the battle she delivered two more punches to his
groin and Agor again found himself on his knees in front of her. His face was
a bloody mask and he was struggling to breath as the waves of pain in his
stomach caused by her savage punches to his now aching balls robbed him of his
air.

You are not facing Tarzan now, the proud warrior queen taunted down to her
fallen foe, now you face Sheena. Where are your boasts of my destruction? Is
this battle over before it has even begun?

Agor was far from finished. Many men had beaten on him with their fist before.
They were all dead, slain by his hand, Pain was something a warrior expected A
good one knew how to ignore it, he was a great one. Though he was confused
over his inability to strike her and surprised by the power of her punches, he
was still confident of victory. He was Agor. He was the Destroyer.

He looked up at the glistening body of the golden skinned Amazon, her smug
expression filled him with a boiling hatred that spilled over into blinding
rage. I will squeeze the arrogance from your destroyed body he thundered as he
pushed himself from the ground and drove his huge shoulder into Sheena's
muscle ribbed abdomen. He drove her back towards the pole supporting Tarzan
until her back thudded against it. As Sheena bounced from the pole Agor came
forward under her outstretched arms and grabbed her around the middle,
enveloping her in his powerful bear hug.

He stood straight and pressed her body tight to his own.. Feel my power he
roared at the woman trapped in his vice. Look into the face of the man who is
your executioner, the man who is going to crush you.

Agor began to squeeze with all of his might. Every muscle in his huge body
swelled as he pressed Sheena ever tighter. Her protruding nipples were forced
hard against the bones just beneath his shoulders, her lush breasts flattened
against him. Her nose was pressed against his and their eyes were locked
against each others, touching eyeball to eyeball. They glared into each others
eyes with mutual hatred.

Sheena wrapped her long legs like two shapely pythons around the giant's lower
chest and placed her palms beneath Agor's chin. She pushed her face away from
his and squeezed her legs tight. Listen to me Agor, these are the last words
you will ever hear. She grunted between clenched teeth.. Surrender to me now
and you will mercifully be allowed to die.

The massive warrior bellowed as he pressed even harder. The pain must be
making you insane, he thundered. Soon there will be no breath for your empty
threats, . The muscles in his back and shoulders swelled even further and
sweat erupted from his body as he redoubled his efforts to break her bones.
Soon I will hears your cries of anguish as your bones snap in my grasp he
boasted.

No you won't Sheena thundered back as she smashed the palms of her hands
against Agor's ears. She repeated the ear popping double blow three times in
rapid succession, each one even harder than the one before.

Agor's hands flew to the sides of his head, Sheena's flew to his throat. He
screamed repeatedly in tremendous pain but could hear no sound other than a
shrill ringing like the wail of a banshee. He could see Sheena's lips moving
as he stood there with her legs wrapped around his chest and her hands wrapped
around his throat, but he could not tell what she was saying.

The giant Agor stumbled back in confusion. How could this be? One moment he
had her at his mercy in his arms and the next moment he is standing there deaf
and in pain with her wrapped tightly around him. His head was reeling and his
air supply was severely restricted by the iron grasps of her shapely legs and
strong feminine hands.

His hands dropped from his stricken ears to Sheena's wrists. He grabbed one in
each of his massive paws and began pulling her hands from his throat. Now that
he had her hands in his he would show this woman what real pain was.

I will kill you slowly for what you have done he said. The words echoed in his
mind but he himself heard nothing. Sheena spit in his face to indicate that
she had heard his vow and unwrapped her legs from around his waist.

As her feet touched back on the ground Sheena twisted her wrists inward
breaking Agor's grip on them. Instead of pulling her hands away she turned
them towards him and grasped Agor's hands with her own. He immediately locked
his fingers as Sheena did the same.

Now we can have your test of strength the golden Amazon teased at the giant
she knew could no longer hear her. She set her legs and tensed her incredible
body. Agor's bruised face lit up in glorious anticipation of forcing her to
the ground and he steeled his own stance against hers.

Tarzan looked down helplessly in horror as the test of strength began. Though
Sheena had beaten and humiliated him in open combat making him her slave, she
had treated him well. The body that had defeated him so thoroughly had also
shown him undreamed of sexual pleasures. He worshipped her even more than he
feared her. He himself had been easily forced to his knees by the giant, he
feared she would be too and wanted to warn her of Agor's incredible strength.
.He tried desperately to cry out to his mistress but he could only manage a
feeble croak.

The two combatants stood with their hands locked together straining against
each other in the blazing Jungle heat. Their muscles swelled with effort and
sweat covered every inch of both their bodies. Foolish woman, your pride has
put you in a contest you cannot win. I broke your ape man slave in this manner
and now you will join him in defeat. The now deaf Agor's voice boomed like
thunder. No man, and certainly no woman, can match my strength.

Sheena suddenly stretched her arms to the sides and then downward in a wide
arc. Her hands were now below Agar's and his wrists were forced to bend
backwards and up. he screamed out in pain and danced on his toes trying to
relieve the pressure. Sheena increased the pressure upwards on his wrists
until she heard the sound of bones snapping over her giant foe's anguished
screams.

As Agor's wrists snapped the golden Goddess reversed the arc and forced his
useless hands up and then drove him straight to the ground. Agor landed on his
knees in front of Sheena with his broken hands pressed tightly to his
shoulders, held fast in the grip of the Amazon Queen. Sheena kneed the
stricken giant repeatedly in the face breaking his nose and jaw and knocking
out his teeth,. Agor groaned in pain with each strike of her lethal knee.

Satisfied with the damage that she had done to his hands and face Sheena
released Agor and stepped back. The Giant swayed momentarily on his knees and
then fell forward. He instinctively put his hands out to break his fall and
then screamed in pain when they touched the ground and his broken wrists tried
to support his weight. His hands slipped to the side and he flopped face down
at Sheena's feet.

In a second Sheena was sitting astride his back with her hands cupped beneath
his chin. The muscles in her arms bulged as she pulled up on his chin. Agor
could not use his tortured hands beneath his shoulders to push up and relieve
the pressure on his back. The pain was soon unbearable and he began screaming
his surrender to the woman sitting on his back.

Sheena released her hold and stood above him. But she was not done with Agor
yet. She rolled him to his back and grabbed tight his scrotum with her left
hand. With her right she dug her fingers into his throat until she had a firm
grip on his Adams apple. With all of her considerable might she began pulling
upwards with both hands. The pain was so great Agor could not even cry out.
All he could do was scrabble his feet on the ground and attempt to push
himself up, assisting Sheena in her efforts to raise him to his feet. Slowly
with her pulling on his throat and genitals and he pushing with his legs the
now whimpering giant was returned to a standing position.

Sheena maintained her double grip on Agar and pushed him backwards until his
back slammed into one of the poles supporting Tarzan. Releasing her holds
Sheena began driving her small but lethal fists into the face and body of the
formerly invincible Agor. She battered him mercilessly until he collapsed and
sagged forward into her arms.

The barely conscious giant lay sobbing in Sheena's powerful arms. His bleeding
face was buried between the golden mounds of her sweat drenched breasts. His
blood ran down the valley between them and across the flat expanse of her
stomach. His legs were bent at the knees and his feet were splayed out behind
him. Only Sheena's arms under his shoulders kept him from falling. Now his
punishment begins she bellowed to the watching guards.

In one blazingly quick move Sheena stepped over his legs, ducking her head
under his arm and swiveling her grip as she moved around him. Now she was
standing behind him with her arms still holding him under the shoulders. She
then brought her right arm down and placed it between Agor's legs and turned
her own body sideways. Placing her left under his chin she crouched slightly.
Agor fell back across Sheena's shoulders and she stood straight up.

Agor was suspended on Sheena's shoulders trapped in a crippling back breaker.
His feet dangled from one side and his one free arm flopped on the other side.
He begged and pleaded for mercy as the Amazon Goddess pulled down with both
her arms. He was literally being broken in half on Sheena's shoulders, the
pain drove him to completely humiliate himself and the streets of the Itu
village were filled with his cries of abject surrender. Sheena kept increasing
the pressure on his spine until it snapped and the paralysis stilled Agor's
struggling limbs.

Sheena shifted her hands so that one was beneath his back between his
shoulders and the other was under his rump. With a mighty heave that that
caused her already swollen biceps to grow even larger she hoisted Agor's limp
body aloft and held him over her head. She slowly turned in a 360 degree
circle so that all could see her battered and broken foe.

I hereby decree that this pitiful cripple be kept alive and not allowed to
die. He is to be an example to all men of treachery and murderous ambition.
His reward for his arrogance is a lifetime of helplessness and silence. From
this day forth he is to be known as Agor the Destroyed. Let it be known that
the same fate awaits any other man foolish enough to challenge me. With that
she disdainfully tossed his broken body at the feet of the awe struck guards.

The hot sensation in Sheena's loins reminded her that she still had some
unfinished business to attend to. She glanced up at the still suspended
Tarzan. He had watched in relief as Sheena destroyed her foe and emerged
victorious in her bloody battle. The sight of her strong body in action now
left him filled with the desire to be of "service" to his mistress.. The
pulsing erection that pushed out beyod his loin cloth. was silent testimonial
of his need to be of use to her.

Sheena turned and began walking from the square. As she stepped over Agor's
prostrate form she hollered back to the guards behind her. I have had a tiring
day. I will be retiring to the Chief's hut for a brief rest. I plan to arrive
there in about five minutes. If you men know what is good for you Tarzan will
be there waiting for me.

We will not wish to be disturbed..