"I'm beginning to think that they will never let me attend a Mating Test," he murmered dejectedly.

"Be grateful," snapped a tall older male from the back of the group. "You don't just attend a test, you ARE the test!"

Suddenly, the huge portal swung open to the accompaniment of squeeking hinges. As the group of males jumped back out of the way, an Amazon stalked out of the open doorway, her steely eyes flicking from one male face to another as if looking for some one in particular. She towered above all of the males except for the grizzled older slave.

"Ah-hhh, there you are, Luden," she said to the slave-male who had just spoken. "Sevia is looking for you. You know where to find her. GET GOING!" she commanded.

Luden ducked his head, touching a finger to his forehead in acknowledgement of the Amazon's order, and moved through the doorway into the Arena at a trot. On his way past, the big Amazon guard reached out and gave Luden a leer and a quick pinch on the butt. Luden kept his head down and moved quickly into the huge Arena.

Once inside, Luden slowed his pace and looked around the virtually deserted area with quick, furtive glances. Over to his left, two young Amazons were engaged in hoisting weight-rocks up and down with first one arm and then the other with practiced precision. Their well-tanned naked bodies were gleaming with perspiration as they worked out, accentuating the heavy musculature that stood out in bold relief on their backs, shoulders, and arms. The largest of the two women looked up with an angry scowl, as if somehow aware of his bold look. But Luden had already stooped over into a subserviant posture, lowered his head, and shifted his gaze. At first glance, Luden did appear to be just another oldster, shuffling along as if in a senile daze.

"Hold, old man," challanged the woman. But her companion shook her head, pointing with her chin to the raised dias across the Arena where three Elder Women were talking together. "Leave him be," the woman muttered quietly. "That's Luden, Sevia's slave-mate."

"Gods, who cares who he belongs to, there is something about that male that tickles my fancy," the woman said with a grin. "And you know how I like to have my fancy tickled," she laughed. Without her usual angry scowl, the big Amazon was actually quite handsome in a massively muscled, athletic sort of way.

"Better not let Servia hear you say that! She will have you down on your back in two seconds, with both of your sweet little arms broken," murmered the other Amazon.

The big Amazon gave a derisive snort and raised her arm, tensing her bicep until it surged up onto a balled knot of muscle. That arm was anything but "little". She flexed her arm a few times, as if absorbed by the sight of her own superbly developed body, watching as the heavy yet well-sculpted bicep bounced up and down.

"Oh you think so, do ya?" she laughed. "Well I'd love to meet that old bitch in a wrestle, and show her what these sweet little arms of mine could do to her. Maybe I will ask that she be my Tester in the upcoming trials."

"Servia doesn't do Testing any more, and you had better thank the Gods for that. You'd damm well better leave her slave-mate alone, Luden is very much private property."

"Hm-mmm, Servia's still supposed to be as strong as a bull, even at her age. But I'll wager my best sword that I can take her the best two falls out of three any day," she boasted.

"Oh-hhhh?" laughed the other woman scornfully. "You can't even pin me twice in a row, you muscle-bound oaf."

But the big Amazon didn't seem to hear the challanging remark, her attention was still fastened on the slave walking away from the two of them. There was an expression on her face that would have puzzled the other athlete had she seen it. It was clear from the look in the muscular Amazon's eyes that she knew much more about Luden than she was letting on to her companion.

Luden was now out of earshot of the conversation being held by the two young Amazon athletes, but a faint smile played at his lips at the thought of what Servia would do to the young upstart if she knew what had been said. His Mistress was a jealous woman who would not have hesitated to teach the big young Aamazon some manners, had she been aware of the woman's boasting. For a few seconds, Luden let his mind play with the thought of those two perfectly muscled female bodies locked in combat, fighting over him. Then, with a delicious shiver of excitement crawling down his spine, he cleared his mind of his fantasy distraction.

He continued shuffling toward the three women across the Arena, keeping his head lowered and practicing the slave-art of custody of the eyes. When he was still a dozen feet away, Sevia suddenly turned around to face him.

"Well, it took you long enough to get here," Sevia snapped out in her gravely voice. But despite the tone, the affectionate look in her eyes softened the words."Go to my quarters and wait for me", she commanded.

Luden nodded his shaggy grey head, and shuffled off toward the private rooms down a shadowy corridor behind the dias where the women stood. Once inside the deserted hallway, out of sight from the Arena Amazons, Luden began straightening up. His shuffling footsteps became a stride. His gaunt figure suddenly appeared to be much taller, much stronger and somehow much younger. A moment later he stopped, opened a wooden door, and stepped inside a large room.

The room itself was part of a spacious suite. It was spartan in appearance, with only a minimal amount of furniture. It was more like a warrior's battle-tent than a private apartment. The one luxury was the thick carpet, made up of scattered fur pelts; a deep, thick lining over the rough wooden floor. Luden lowered himself to the floor in a smooth, fluid movement that belied his aged apparance. And then he waited .... lost in meditation.

It wasn't long before he heard footsteps in the corridor outside, and then the heavy door was flung open and Sevia stalked into the room like a prowling lioness. She slammed the door behind her, and then her scowl suddenly rearranged itself into a soft, affectionate smile that transformed her battle-scarred features into something approaching real beauty ... at least to Ludens eyes!

Without a single word being spoken, Sevia and Luden came together in an embrace; their lips joined, tongues entwining, mouths devouring one another. As the passion of the moment flamed, Sevia suddenly pulled Luden down to the fur-carpeted floor. For a second or two they strained together, rolling back and forth upon the furs, each trying to mount the other, each attempting to gain dominance. Then, with a grunt and a laugh, Luden was able to pin the big woman beneath him.

Luden bent down and attempted to kiss the squirming Sevia, but she quickly reached up with one bare muscular arm, coiled it around his neck, and levered his head sideways. Luden felt a sharp pain in his neck and tried to pull away, but he was held prisoner within the crook of Sevia's steely arm.

"Don't get carried away," Sevia panted out to the man above her. "I don't remember giving you permission to take liberties with me." Her low, gritty voice held a tone of playfulness.

Luden quickly gave in under the Amazon's supple strength, and with a moan he grew compliant as Sevia's free hand began exploring his body. She rolled them over so that it was Luden who was once again on the bottom. As soon as he was securely pinned beneath her sinewy weight, Sevia became bolder in her explorations. She opened Luden's knee-length robe, found his aroused manhood, and began to skillfully stroke and squeeze his heavy penis into throbbing solidity. While her strong but suprisingly sensitive fingers played along the length of his cock, her lips were sending ripples of tingling ecstacy up and down the long length of his body.

It excited Sevia to overcome Ludens masculine streak of would-be independence, and to make him delightfully submissive to her Amazonian demands. But strangely enough, she also hungered for this slave-male to try and assert his mastery, to prolong their naked sweat-slippery sexual combat by attempting to conquer her by sheer strength.

Sevia enjoyed Luden's rough handling of her, his energetic attempts to make her surrender to his male needs. But in the end, it was usually the superbly muscled Amazon who prevailed in their erotic test of sexual dominance. It was, to Servia, a marvelously arousing kind of Amazon foreplay that she liked to engage in as long as possible before they actually coupled. There were, however, times when Sevia had the strange feeling that the big slave-male was purposely holding back his strength, was purposely allowing her to dominate him. But she always let the thought pass, so certain was she of her own Amazonian power over all males.

While Sevia was daydreaming, Luden managed to twist loose from her headlock and grappling thighs, and had squirmed from under her pinning weight. Once free, he climbed quickly to his feet. He stood there for a second or two, his chest heaving and his eyes locked with her blazing, lust-glazed orbs. Then he slowly untied his belt-cord and slipped off his robe.

Sevia's glittering eyes saw the robe fall from his broad shoulders, revealing a surprisingly well-nourished and strongly muscled body. Her breasts suddenly swelled, and she took a deep breath as her eyes traveled up and down his nude body. After 30 years, he still excited her. A lot!

Sevia took a step forward, her hand reaching out to pass across his wide chest, one finger pressing a flat nipple into arousal, and then moving on down across the sinewy ripples of his belly. Her fingers paused to explore the flatness of his stomach, but then moved slowly downward into the tangled thatch of his pubic hair. She took his scrotum in the palm of her hand, cupping his balls with gentle and affectionate respect. They were like the balls of a bull, heavy and free-swinging between the strong pillars of this thighs.

Luden was not just standing there passively. He reached out with his own hands to search Sevia's body with inquisitive fingers. He tugged at her leather belt, letting it drop to the floor. Then he slid her heavy cotton tunic up and over her head, tossing it to one side. For a second or two he let his gaze devour her nude body, once again marveling that a woman of her age could possess such a magnificently firm, athletic, and youthful figure.

He reached out and slid his hands around the solid globes of her suprisingly erect breasts, moving his fingertips across her hardened nipples. Those thrusting mounds of womanflesh were as hard and solid as ripe melons. There was not even a hint of sag. Perhaps it was her broad shoulders that provided such a strong foundation for those big breasts. It could also have been the cable-hard pecs that gave the needed support. Whatever it was, her agressive jutting breasts were in keeping with the rest of her magnificently conditioned body. In fact, Servia looked not all that much different than she had the first time Luden had ever laid eyes on her, nearly thirty years ago.