While Angelika was fantazising, the other woman stopped abruptly at a stairwell leading downward eight steps to a dingy door at the bottom. There was no bulb and the passageway was dark and shadowy.

Angelika saw what appeared to be a solid steel door beneath the camaflague of dirt and the detritus from years of use. Upon closer inspection it looked suspiciously like a bankvault door. The woman raised an arm to press her bare hand upon a hidden psychometric devise set into the steel. At her touch, the door whished open.

The woman hurried forward, giving Angelika a quick nod to follow her. Angelika was practically riding the other's curvacious butt as it was, and needed no encouragement to follow this mysterious female inside.

Angelika's attention was distracted by the scene in which she found herself. It was gloomy, but with enough warm torchlights to illuminate the interior. TORCH LIGHTS? As she looked more closely it became evident that these were quite large lightbulbs molded to look like reddish-yellow flame. This anteroom faced a doorway through which Angelika could see a large room that was as bare as a monk's cell - - except for the thick satiny mat that stretched wall-to-wall. One look at that silken wrestling mat and Angelika knew WHAT this woman was, if not who.

"Who are you?" demanded Angelika

"My given name is of no consequence. You, however, may call me Mistress.

Angelika gave a snort, squared her sinewy shoulders and drew herself to her full height. "I call no woman mistress, nor a man my master, until she or he has won such respect in combat. "

The powerful Amazon gave her a smile . "Oh, I'll wring that respect out of you soon enough", she murmered. Without another word The Mistress began kicking off her black Nikes and wriggling out of her Levis at the entrance to the room. Next, she slipped those broad shoulders free of her blouse. She wore no bra, no panties. She stood there gloriously nude. When finished stripping for action, The Mistress stepped into the dimly lit room and turned to look at Angelika, who was still standing in the anteroom, her startled eyes glued to the muscular figure of the other woman.

"Welcome to my most private of all places. That you are here means that you are one of only a select few people I have ever invited to wrestle with me. We will not be heard, and we will not be bothered by anyone until one or the other of us has emerged victorious. So step into my cave, if you dare!"

In answer to the challenge, Angelika was already shedding her leather clothing, freeing up her limbs for action, all while staring at the other woman who stood there waiting for Angelika to walk across the threshhold and into the cave-like room. Like The Mistress, Angelika wore nothing under the leathers but her bare skin. As Angelika was slipping out of her clothing, the other woman's eyes took in Angelika's sculpted muscularity and obvious strength.

Actually, the "took in" part was a lot more than that. The woman's dark eyes drank in the magnificense of Angelika's body, lingering over every curve and the etched muscularity that clothed those sleek curves. The Mistress was getting wet! She was becoming aroused. But so was Angelika.

By now, Angelika was in the room and facing the other woman across the padded mat. The room was cast in semi-darkness, except for the torchbulbs flickering glow. The torchlights reflected back from the satiny flesh of the two females. There was already a sheen of perspiration gleaming on their naked bodies. Each seemed to realize at the same time that this female test of strength was going to be different than either of them had experienced in the past.

The thought of that sent a shiver of excitement through both women. For Angelika, the thought seemed to send erotic sensations like jolts of electricity rippling through her, and the young woman could feel the beginning quiver of arousal. And they had not yet touched!

In Angelika's mind she was imagining the erotic foreplay that two strong females sometimes engage in before they actually matched holds, the tentative touch of bare bodies, letting muscle ripple and flex against silky flesh as they came together body against body . . . . WHOA! Wait a minute here. It was a wonderfully erotic fantasy. BUT FIRST . . . .

Angelika gave a sharp shake of her head, clearing her mind. The Mistress, as she had called herself, stood quietly across the mat from her, watching Angelika like a big jungle cat observing her prey.

"Come on, let's see what you've got!" challenged the Amazon. I want to get down on the mat with you, right now!"

As the other woman moved forward on the balls of her bare feet, Angelika suddenly moved with a blur of speed, catching the Amazon off-guard. Angelika slid a hip into her opponent's body; lifted, swiveled and threw the woman with a perfectly executed hip-toss onto the mat. She followed the other woman down to the mat, but The Mistress twisted away and they both crawled quickly to their feet. They faced one another with more respect now, realizing that their first test of strength strength was inconclusive, other than the fact that Angelika had won the first throw.

They moved forward across the expanse of the mat, padding slowly toward one another, superbly muscled arms stretched wide to receive the other in a bearhug, fingers beckoning each other to meet flesh-to-flesh. muscle against muscle. And they both exploded into action with the first hint of movement in the other.

One second the two women were locked together in a standing bearhug, and the next instant they were down on the mat, stretched out against one another as each tried to scissor the other between eager thighs. They were a glistening ball of hard-muscled arms and legs, glued to one another as they wrestled with the ferocious feline strength that only manifests itself in such a struggle between powerful females.

Angelika was on top at that moment, seemingly held in place not so much from her own grappled holds as by the Amazon's headlock. The Mistress had brought both arms up and around Angelika's neck, her fingers and hands clasped, clamping down on the vicious hold with all her strength. She pulled Angelika's muscular body down against her and tried to rapply a scissors, but Angelika quickly slid her legs outside and under The Mistress' in a grapevine. Anelika's long legs slowly spread the woman's thighs apart with her hooked feet until the Amazon lay trapped beneath her.

Angelika loved the feel of the other woman's sweat-slippery body against her own. She could feel the ripple and play of The Mistress' muscles, feel the firm thrust of the woman's naked breasts. the ridged hardness of her steely abdominals . . . but most of all she thrilled at the touch of the Amazon's softly furred venus mound grinding against her own.

The Amazon twisted like a slick eel under Angelika's supple weight, trying to buck Angelika off of her. But Angelika rode her, clinging to her like a bareback rider atop a bucking horse . She lost her grapevine, but quickly wrapped her powerful thighs around the Amazon in one of fAngelika's avorite holds . . . a submission scissors.

Angelika grinned down at her adversary. She had her! No one, man or woman, had ever gotten free of that hold. In her mind at least, Angelika had already won their contest of strength. Angelika found herself a little sad that their wrestle had lasted so short a time, and that in another few seconds she would emerge from this contest victorious, but not yet sexually satisfied.

The Amazon, however, had other plans. She bridged upwards, heaving her body aloft, then suddenly twisting in mid-air, letting herself drop down so that Angelika smashed into the mat on her back, lthe air knocked from her, now locked tightly beneath The Mistress. The tables had been turned with stunning swiftness! Angelika still had her scissors, but she was on the bottom . . . where a Dominant hated to be!

THIS was wrestling . . . thought Angelika to herself. Never had she met a stronger woman, never had she met a woman who could turn her on so completely. And she could tell from the gleam of excitement in The Mistress's dark eyes that she was equally aroused. So what now, Angelika wondered?

They lay there on the sweat-slippery mat, locked together as one. The two women looked to be frozen in place, not moving, except for the ripple and quiver of straining muscles. But immobilized as they were, they never quit struggling to clasp the other in a submission hold that would determine who was Alpha. Each was panting heavily, their lungs striving to feed oxygen to their starving muscles.

Angelika reached deep within herself and poured even more strength into her scissors, clamping her powerful thighs even tighter around The Mistress' sinewy waist. With a groan of effort, Angelika reached up and slid one muscular arm around The Mistress's neck and locked the hold in place. She pulled the beautiful woman to her with encircling arms and her scissoring legs. The Amazon turned her head so that her hot breath panted against Angelika's cheek, her lush lips only scant inches away from Angelika's.

Without warning, The Mistress' turned her head and her mouth clamped down hard on Angelika's in a savage kiss. The woman's hard tongue wrestled with Angelika's, sucking hard, holding her opponent's mouth glued to hers by suction. With her free arm, Angelika brought a hand down to The Mistress' hard-curved buttocks, gripping the yielding flesh tightly, amazed at the resilient musculature that flexed against her hand. Angelika pulled The Mistress sharply against her with her cupped hand, while at the same time clamping down on her scissors-hold. Angelika's powerful thighs clamped down hard, bringing a gasp from the Mistress' lips.

The two strong female bodies strove against one another, more like a pair of lovers than fighters. Their naked bodies slid against one another as they strained together, hard-flexed muscles and smooth flesh rubbing and sliding tightly together, all lubricated by the drenched sweat that filmed their struggling bodies.

Angelika's sleek hips pumped up and down like a piston against the Amazon's body which was captured between Angelika's scissored legs. The Amazon's pelvis provided a hard but yielding surface for Angelika's labia to press against. Angelika slowly rubbed her already moisten pudenda up and down against that of her opponent's. With every squeeze, with every hard thrust of vulva against vulva, she could feel her clit growing larger and stiffer. And so was the Amazon's!

The rhythm of their movements slowed, less pounding and more grinding. The friction was all these embattled women needed to reach a masterbatory orgasm. It was the same kind of labial friction that always brought Angelika to a thunderous climax. It was one reason she loved to wrestle in naked erotic combat with an equally muscular opponent, just as she was doing now!

And she soon realized that the Amazon locked against her was experiencing the same arousal. But as she had already told herself, it was too early for sex! First, she needed to prove herself as the dominant, to win the position as Alpha Female.

It was at that very second that the two women unexpectedly gave up their holds around one another and fought loose to crawl across the mat to safety. Angelika knelt there on the mat, chest heaving as she fought to regain her breath.

Angelika looked across the mat at The Mistress, who was still on hands and knees as she gasped for breath. Her eyes met Angelika's, and a thin smile creased her lush lips.

"It appears that I guessed correctly about you," she murmered. "You are indeed a worthy opponent." With that, she crawled to her feet and faced Angelika across the wide mat, hands on sleek hips, waiting.

The Amazon's nipples were aroused and hard, her tits solidly curved and heavy. She, too, was wet at the crotch, aroused by their wrestle. The Amazon had never been so turned-on by another woman, as she was by Angelika. This titanic test of strength was beyond what either of them had expected when they had first locked holds. And now that their naked bodies were comfortable with one another, had tasted of each other's strength and wrestling ability, their contest was about to enter a new phase.

The Mistress stared across the mat at the other woman, her eyes traveling slowly up and down Angelika's naked body. She found herself wondering what that magnificently muscled body would have felt like locked against hers if Angelika has left on her leather pants. The soft leather would be hot and tacky by now, drenched from their sweat, and would feel so sexy against the Amazon's overheated flesh. Like Angelika, the mysterious Amazon also had an erotic leather fetish. Perhaps, thought The Mistress, another time, another wrestle!

Angelika, almost as if reading the Amazon's mind, climbed back to her feet, ran her hands across her powerful body to wipe away some of the slick sweat, and moved across the wide expanse of the mat toward where The Mistress stood awaiting her in that shadowy cave of a room.

There was no preliminary sparring this time. The two warriors met in the middle of the mat, locked holds, and began straining together, each trying to gain an edge over the other. They had both stepped into a standing embrace, their muscular arms twining around one another in dual hugs. The Mistress tightened her bear hug, adjusting her grip until one hand was gripping her other wrist, locking the hold even more tightly. She was treated to a quick gasp of pain from Angelika's lips.

Angelika knew that she must counter that devilish hold quickly, and so she replied with a bear hug of her own. She dug the fist of her clenched hands deep into the solid muscle of The Mistress' lower back, squeezed hard with her powerful arms, and was rewarded with a whoosh of escaping breath as the air was driven from The Mistress' deep chest.

Now both women were pouring every single ounce of strength into their bear hugs. The chins were resting on each other's shoulders, cheek-to-cheek, breath gusting and panting as they put even more pressure into their holds. They appeared to be joined at the waist; their sleek hips grappled tight, thighs locked and straining, bodies plastered together. Sweat trickled down between their naked breasts whose hard nipples jousted with one another. The feel of solid breasts pressing and rubbing together was almost more than either woman could take without screaming out in sexual frustration.

Although neither woman relaxed her grip, they leaned back until each could see the other's face. Their eyes met as they stared at one another, their eyes wide and shining with the intensity of their emotions as they gazed at one another. The Mistress suddenly smiled, her full lips stretching over white teeth in a rictus grin.

"You wrestle well!", the mysterious Amazon murmered. "I haven't felt this aroused from a contest of strength in years! Shall we see where it leads?" she asked with a lazy, preditory gleam in her lioness eyes.

Angelika, for her part, took that moment of distraction and twisted in the clasp of her opponent's sweat-slick arms, reached up to lock an arm around the woman's neck, dipped her shoulder, and threw The Mistress in a flailing arc onto the mat. This time when Angelika followed her opponent down to the mat she leaped upon her before The Mistress could scramble way.

Angelika quickly glued herself full-length against the Amazon's muscular body, grapevining the woman's long legs and spread-eagleing The Mistress' arms, pinning them to the mat. She rode the heaving body beneath her supple weight, while the Amazon bucked and lunged like some wild mare in heat. Angelika hunched her wide shoulders, using all of her considerable strength in holding the Amazon's wrists pinned to the mat. Groaning in frustration, The Mistress fought savagely to take away Angelika's advantage.

Almost without realizing what she was doing, Angelika lowered her head and pressed her lips onto the Amazon's. It was a hard, feverish kiss. Their tongues jousted with a wildness of their own, even as their two naked bodies grappled tightly together. Angelika moved her mouth from The Mistress' and began nibbling and lapping slowly along the other's columnar neck, tasting the salty sweat, smelling the musky odor of the other woman. Her lips felt the curved strength of the Amazon's hard-flexed deltoid, then slipped downward until they made contact with the satiny bulge of the woman's strongly molded bicep. The Mistress' arm surged with sudden strength, bulking up against the other's searching lips, giving silent evidence of the Amazon's massive power.

Angelika gave a quick gasp of pleasure and pressed herself harder against the naked body beneath her own. Once again their venus mounds ground together, hips pounding and bucking, as if the two bodies were trying to become one. With a frenzied cry, the Amazon bridged upward and twisted hard, unseating Angelika from atop her. Surprisingly, The Mistress did not merely roll over until she was on top, but rather she flipped her big body in midair so that the two females were now head to toe in a classic 69 position.

The Mistress reached down and cupped the twin hard globes of Angelika's butt, pulling herself downward until her lmouth was poised over the now wet lips of Angelika's vulva. Her face was tickled by Angelika's curly triangular mat of thick pubic hair as her tongue pressed and nuzzled its way into Angelika's vaginal cleft. With increasing urgency, she nibbled at the hard nubbin of Angelika's clitoris, all the while probing ever more deeply into the woman's steaming, wet tunnel. It was at that exact moment that The Mistress felt an excited set of lips begin pleasuring her own vagina. The sexual battle was now thoroughly joined!

For what seemed like an eternity, the two muscle maidens tongued one another into an increasing state of arousal. Perversely, the Amazon suddenly decided to bring her straining opponent to orgasm in a clit-to-clit battle. Once again she flipped her big body, spinning around atop Angelika's flat belly until they were once agaain head to head, face to face. The Amazon slipped her muscular arms around her adversary, pulling Angelika into place beneath her. Then, slowly, The Mistress began moving her sleek hips in a measured rhythm against the other woman. Almost involuntarily, Angelika began bringing her own powerful hips into a matching rhythm, an erotic dance of lust.

The continued pumping of their hips kept the joined clits in a state of constant ecstatic explosiveness, incredibly sensitive sex nubs pulsing as the long-awaiting climax roared down upon them.

The Mistress suddenly cried out, gasping with pleasure as Angelika's now completely engorged clit hit a spot of intense sensitivity just inside The Mistress's vagina. It was as if she was being penetrated by a stiff little cock.

"Oh, you cunt!" gasped the Amazon, hating the pleasure that Angelika's probing clit was providing, but not wanting her to stop.

"You fucking slut," exclaimed Angelika between her clenched teeth."I'll make you cum before I'm done with you. I'll show you who is the Dom around here, who is the Alpha Female!"

However, The Mistress wasn't beaten yet. She suddenly wrapped both arms around Angelika's powerful hips, swooped down, and plunged her face into the woman's thickly matted crotch. Her tongue dove into Angelika's vaginal cleft until it could wrap around the thickly protruding clit. Her lips joined in, sucking and nibbling at the swollen organ.

"Oh God-dddddd!" screamed Angelika, caught completely by surprise at this newest "hold" that The Mistress had applied in their erotic wrestle. The Amazon's muscular arms pulled Angelika's heaving hips upward, giving a new angle of penetration to her lips as they continued to attack Angelika's steaming pussy. As the first slight contractions of an orgasm began, Angelika suddenly wrapped her powerful thighs around the Amazon's head. The Amazon found herself locked within Angelika's muscular vise of flesh, those steely thighs trapping her like the coils of a jungle python. The Mistress did the only thing she could do . . . she bit down hard on the clit that still filled her mouth. Angelika gave a surprised scream, released her scissors around the Amazon's head, and rolled quickly away across the mat.

Angelika knelt on the mat, glaring at The Mistress who still lay there only a few feet away. "So-oooo, you want to fight dirty, huh?" exclaimed Angelika.

"No, not at all," replied the Amazon. "I momentarily forgot myself in the heat of battle. Let's stick to straight sex-wrestling . . . at least until I have proven myself to be your Mistress!"

Angelika nodded her head in agreement, a smile tugging at her lips. "I thought as much, although I've thought a couple of times of grabbing a handful of your hair or one of those gorgeous big tits."

The Amazon looked keenly at Angelika, as if judging her seriousness. "Oh don't worry about a little 'grabbing' here and there," she chuckled in reply. But I'd rather bring you to submission by my strength alone . . . and then we'll play games!"

"In your dreams," snarled Angelika. Without another word, she launched herself in a short-spaced tackle, taking the big Amazon down to the mat in a tangle of arms and legs.

Once again they grabbed each other in dual bear-hugs, with their bodies stretched out against one another in a grappled knot of sweaty flesh, hips churning, strong thighs interlocked, heaving breasts jutted together. Their flat, muscle corded bellies slapped and slid together as did their heavily matted crotches. Once again their clits emerged to wrestle in their own lusty battle. Their breath was now coming in hot gasps of effort, their bodies slick with skin-drenched sweat. It was no longer a case of one trying to capture the other in a submission hold. Instead, it was who could make the other cum first.

Both knew that the struggle for supremacy was coming to an end, for both felt the onrushing quiver of orgasm shaking their bodies. Neither wanted to stop the volcanic flow of orgiastic energy, and yet neither wanted to be the first to yield.

"You crazy bitch," snarled the Amazon. "Give it up, I've got you whipped and you know it!"

"Never!" panted Angelika, as she slammed her body harder against the Amazon's. Her heavily muscled thighs were twitching from the strain of scissoring The Mistress' powerful body with their clenching vise of strength. But she could feel the quivering shudder that seemed to flow through The Mistress, a sexual energy that mirrored her own, and Angelika knew that if she could hold on for another few seconds she would win this contest.

The Amazon's big body shook against Angelika's, almost as if she was being jolted by an earthquake. The constant clitorial friction sent vaginal juices flowing, mixing with the sweat to make their flesh even more slippery. as they wrestled in wild abandon.

When it finally came, the explosion of pleasure and release of sexual tension brought a scream from both of the female wrestlers. The two splendidly muscled females clung to each other as their bodies shuddered from their orgasms, riding their convulsions with sobs of joy.

Sometime later, as they lay in the soft backwash of their spent passion, the Amazon rolled over and lifted herself onto an elbow, her blazing eyes taking in the magnificent musculature of her opponent.

"You know that nothing was settled, don't you?" the Amazon murmered down at Angelika.

"Yeah, looks that way. Guess we'll just have to wrestle another fall . . . or two, or three," laughed Angelika.