Growling an oath, the big Amazon strode across the floor into her dressing and bathing room. It was the second largest room in the Royal Suite, constructed so that it was half-inside and half-out. The pool that served as her as a cleansing bath was just beyond the open doorway in a lushly landscaped garden area. A leafy shade tree grew next to the pool, its limbs forming a kind of lattice roof that enhanced the privacy of the garden. It was a totally secluded area where Ka'Li could enjoy bathing, and exercising in the nude.

Like all Amazons, Ka'Li spent a good part of her time honing her combat skills to a sharp edge. It wasn't enough just to keep her splendidly muscled physique in perfect shape, the Queen also had to be a superbly conditioned fighting machine as well. This meant constant practice with broadsword and battle knife, along with hours of hand-to-hand combat. And the Amazon Queen always worked hard to perfect these fighting skills, with the help of her ever-faithful personal trainer Azula. She had to: she was the Queen, the Champion.

Azula was a tall, handsome Nubian; as tall as Ka'Li, and nearly ounce-for-ounce as heavy in the same hard muscled way. Actually, her gleaming black body looked to be almost as powerfully sinewed as that of her Queen, but in a much smoother way. A pair of strong shoulders led to a wide powerful chest set with big melon-solid breasts, then flowed down to a narrow waist and lithe hips. Her belly was flat and hard, the abs sectioned into six washboarded bands that flickered and rippled with every breath. Azula's legs were long and powerfully built, with sculptured thighs and solid calves. In fact, these sinewy legs were her most potent weapon is a wrestle. She loved wrapping those thighs around an opponent like the coils of a jungle python, then squeezing with merciless strength until the other wrestler yielded or was crushed into unconsciousness. All in all, the Black Nubian's physique was absolutely magnificent, and Ka'Li never tired of feeling the strength of those superb muscles flexing against her own body during their hard-fought training bouts.

To someone else who was observing the wrestling bouts engaged in by Ka'Li and Azula, it would have appeared that two naked women were merely laying in each others arms with their naked bodies barely moving. But upon closer examination it was obvious from the hard-flexed and quivering sinews that ferocious strength was being exerted as they strained in tightly entwined effort. They would lay there locked together for what seemed like an endless time, their eyes open and staring, lost in their own fantasies, their bodies so tighly clasped that they seemed to be one. Occasionally there would be a sigh, sometimes a muffled whimper of pain, and always the slurp and slither of sweat-wet flesh sliding back and forth as the two women wrestled one another with all of their Amazoniian strength.

Ka'Li loved to trace her fingers along the big Nubian's powerful back as they wrestled, feeling the ripple and roll of the hard slabs of dense muscularity on each side of the trench of the Amazon's spine, how the definition of those muscles grew more pronounced as they flowed upward to the black woman's broad shoulders and powerful arms. The Queen also loved the feel of their bare breasts sliding back and forth against one another, or the highly erotic juxtaposition of soft tissue against hard muscle when they lay crushed together breast-to-back. Both women possessed melon-solid tits that jutted proudly. As they strained nipple to stiff nipple, sweat would quickly lubricate the over-heated flesh until it was as if they were oiled, helping their breasts to slip and slide together more erotically. However, even while the Queen would be enjoying the sexual turn-on produced by the feel of Azula's magnificently muscled female body, Ka'Li was at the same time trying to win the wrestling match.

The big Nubian was one of the few women who could wrestle Ka'Li to a draw, and upon rare occassion even pin her Queen in a decisive hold. And when THAT happened, Azula was allowed to celebrate her victory by being the Dominant in the frenzied Amazon love-making that followed. Azula was also awarded the prize of being able to choose any of the Queen's slaves, male or female, for a full week of sexual delight. The potential of winning these two prizes gave the Black Nubian a reason to wrestle her Queen full-out in a maximum effort to win. And their matches were legendary!

As she let her mind think of her last erotic combat session with Azula, the Queen suddenly noted that her big body was burning with a sexual fever that made her perspire; a slick gleaming sweat that accentuated every curve and cleft of her splendidly muscled body. She lifted one hand and brushed the wetness from her wide chest, letting her fingers slide on down across her breasts, cupping the heavy globes in the palms of her hands, while her thumbs explored both nipples. The slow pleasuring aroused her, evidenced by the sudden swelling of the pinkish-brown nubbins that rose up from the majestic peaks of her breasts.

For a few seconds, Ka'Li stood there staring off into space as her fingers continued to rythmically pinch and play with her tender nipples as she continued to fantacize about wrestling with Azula. Then her other hand slid down until her fingers found the thick furry pelt of pubic hair. Her forefinger tested the inner fold of her labia, and found it already wet ... but not from sweat.

At the first touch, a surprisingly large clitoris slid from the labial sheath, almost as if were a stubby male penis becoming instantly hard. The sudden clitorial erection sent shivers up and down Ka'Li's spine as she felt a surge of erotic excitement grip her body. Her breath now came in short, hot gasps and a low moan escaped her lips. As she continued to finger herself, the fantasy image of Aula's big muscular body straining against her own became almost overpowering. An explosive orgasm began gathering strength as the scene playing out in her mind's-eye grew more intense.

At that very instant an image of a man flooded into the Queen's mind, replacing that of Azula. During the almost instantaneous transition, the big Nubian's body morphed into that of a splendidly muscled male figure. In Ka'Li's fantasy projection, she and the male were locked together in passionate combat, just as she and Azula had been. The object of her erotic reverie was none other than Sevia's slave-male, Luden.

Ka'Li, Queen of all the Amazons, was completely captivated and obsessed by a male whom she had never actually spent so much as a minute alone with in her life! Ever since she had first seen him, the day that Sevia, her Battle Commander, had brought him back to the city in chains as Sevia's personal slave-mate, Ka'Li had lusted after the tall, surprisingly strong-looking male. It had become such an obsession that Luden became the secret fantasy image that the Queen conjoured up as the focus for the most intense of her masterbation fantasies . . . that of being dominated and physically subjegated by the superior strength of a male. Of course, in real life that had never happened . . . yet!

The Queen found that she was almost trembling with excitement as she ran that fantasy-movie, a fantasy in which she and Luden strained and struggled together in passionate erotic combat. It was a scene that was similar and yet still quite different from that of her sex-wrestles with Azula.

In this scenario, she was locked atop the big male, his throbbing penis imprisoned deep within the tight-locked clasp of her pussy, her supple hips thrusting up and down in a frenzied rhythm as she fucked the naked slave-male with all of her magnificent Amazonian strength. Her powerful thighs were scissored around his waist, her upper torso arched backward with those splendid thrusting breasts mere inches away from his upturned face. It was the preliminary episode to one of the Amazon Queen's favorite fantasy scenes, with her gloriously nude body vanquishing the feeble strength of some hapless male, teasing him with her powerful body but always dominating him . . . up to a point.

According to her usual fantasy projection, Luden was about to become very much in control of the action. In the Queen's fantasy, there was a suble change introduced. Even now the big male had both arms locked around the Amazon Queen's back in a tightly applied bearhug, and was slowly but surely drawing those jutting breasts down to where he could capture a nipple with his lips and teeth, a "wrestling" move that was about to bring a scream of passion-pain and erotic pleasure from Ka'Li. In another second or two, at least as her fantasy-fucks usually developed, Luden would then finally force the Queen beneath his body, twisting her squirming body until he held her pinned beneath his weight - without losing a stroke - and slowly begin to bring the Queen to an explosive orgasm. In the end, Luden would have the Queen screaming out a welcome to her onrushing climax at the same time as she screamed her surrender to his dominant male strength.

Then, suddenly, the Queen's fantasy was rudely shattered as the door to her suit crashed open and three figures came tumbling into the room. Two of the Queen's big guards were standing there, trying to restrain the spitting, screeching wildcat of a woman who stood defiantly between them. Each guard had both hands locked around the other woman's powerful arms, trying to twist them behind her back. But so strong was the captive that she was more than able to keep her arms locked in place out to her side. It was as if Mithgad was engaged in two armwrestling bouts at the same time, each of her arms contesting with the double-handed grip of the two guards.

Ka'li's eyes widened in surprise at the sight of Mithgad's suddenly bulging biceps surging up into rounded balls of hard-flexed flesh. The sinews in her forearms were wriggling like snakes beneath the sunbronzed flesh, and Mithgad's poowerful shoulders and back were clefted with deep striations of muscle as she fought to lever her arms downward.

It might have seemed like an unfair contest, but Mithgad was more than holding her own. In fact, the Amazon athlete was slowly forcing one of the guards arms down, while she was at deadlock with the other. Mithgad was rather enjoying the sight of her own superbly molded muscles flexing and rippling as she strained against the combined effort of the two big guards as they continued their silent armwrestling contest.

"STOP THAT!" lashed out the emperious voice of the Queen to the combatants. The three figures seemed to freeze in place at the sound of Ka'li's abrupt command.

A final violent shrug of her arms jerked them free of her captor's grip, as Mithgad took a step toward the Queen. Her otherwise quite handsome face was now contorted with anger as she looked at Ka#Li with blazing eyes. The two guards started to leap back into action, but a look from the Queen stopped them in their tracks. Ka'Li gave a quick motion, and the two guards reluctantly backed out of the room and closed the door behind them.

"So-ooooo, you seem to be unhappy at being afforded the privilege of attending your Queen," murmered Ka'Li in a husky voice to the young athlete.

"I wasn't invited to attend you," snarled Mithgad. "I was arrested and dragged here by those two bandy-legged misfits who call themselves your Royal Guards. I would have come quietly if they had but informed me of the cause of my arrest, or that my Queen had issued an invitation to attend her."

The Queen of the Amazons' face flamed with anger as she heard those sarcasm-laden words, and her eyes glittered dangerously as she looked at Mithgad.

"No, you most certainly were NOT invited," the Queen snapped out in a furious voice. "And you are here under arrest at my command, for having the impudence to lay hands on Commander Sevia, one of my most respected Elder Warriors."

"Well, that old bitch started it," snarled Mithgad.