Have you not heard of how
Alexander The Great lost his heart during a wrestling match with a Princess of
the desert? Do you not know of the part she played in the world-conquering
Macedonian#s quest of the fabled Elixer of Life?
The following is a little of
what your teachers and textbooks never told you.
It had been prophesied of
Alexander that he would conquer most of the known world, yet die at such a
young age that he would have little time to rule it. Having encompassed and extended
Hellenic civilization by his victories, he abruptly laid off further efforts at
conquest, and, like others before him (but backed by the greatest army ever
known to the world#s history), went in quest of THE IMMORTALITY OF THE GODS,
the second part of the prophecy of a much shortened life apparently
becoming a creditable concern.
And that, dear reader, is
how he came across the woman who was forgotten by history, but who conquered
even Alexander The Great in naked erotic combat. She was called Khadir.
Khadir, before she was captured in battle by a member of Alexander#s army, had been a desert warrior,
eldest daughter of a Bedouin chief. She had been brought up from childhood like
the young son Sheik Mohammed bin Abi Dhu#ayb never had, a fearless warrior of the tribe.
She could ride an Arabian
stallion before she was nine, notch an arrow and pull a strongly strung bow
before she was twelve years of age. And by the time she had reached womanhood,
the beautiful desert damsel could take to the ground any male her own size and
there wrestle him unto submission. No man had ever bedded her, although
many had tried and failed, and she remained
an Amazon Warrior Virgin.
But none of this did
Alexander know when Khadir was brought before him by one of his chief
lieutenants, after she had been captured during a raid on her father#s camp.
What Alexander saw was a
young female in tattered robes, bedraggled hair and battle-grimed features.
Even then, despite her outward appearance, the girl#s natural beauty had shown through to the Greek#s eyes. She was of darker skin than Alexander,
with prominent cheekbones and an aquiline nose that gave her a slightly haughty
look. A firm jaw line, columnar neck and wide shoulders hinted at strength, yet
the maidenly curves and smooth flesh kept her from appearing too much the
Amazon for Alexander#s taste.
The girl#s hands were
cruelly bound in front of her with stout cord. She tried to raise them to sweep
away the ink-black hair from her face, and Alexander could see a bare arm that
possessed an unexpected ripple of muscularity. But his attention was directed
to the more womanly curve of her breasts, barely hidden
by the tattered rags she wore.
Alexander decided to keep
her for his own, and had her handed over to the old woman who supervised his
slaves. Old Mithra, however, immediately recognized
beneath the tatters and layers of dirt a warrior woman of whom she had heard
strange stories, and the old woman suddenly found herself afraid.
For she had heard the tales
told in whispers over campfires concerning the daughter of the local Emir who
had discovered the Living Waters of the Desert, had bathed therein, she who was
called Khadir #The Evergreen# - One Ever Fresh With Life. It was said that once
she had emerged from the Living Water, she neither hungered or thirsted, nor
feared any worldly thing.
Khadir, having gone
therein and returned therefrom was now said to be
more than a mere mortal female.
The Living Water had also bestowed upon her an abundance of beauty, physical strength and an athletic female physique as
smoothly muscled as a desert lioness.
And yet, Old Mithra thought to herself, this girl/woman had let herself be taken captive and now knelt before the Great
Conqueror like some timid, common slave. Why?
Why indeed? And therein lies
our tale.
#Sire, I fear this woman#, said Mitha
in her thin, reedy voice. #My instinct tells me that she will become the instrument
of the gods to cause your death. You must kill her. Now!#
Alexander#s hooded dark eyes
glanced over at his Captain of the Guard, Vibarius.
The young officer had risen up through the ranks, partly on his own merits, but
mostly because Alexander had become infatuated with this tall, dark and
handsome male and taken him as a lover.
#So what think you, Vibarius, should such a magnificent female creature be wasted?
The young officer gave a
disdainful look at Khadir and then smiled at his master and his general. #What need does Alexander have of this
desert slut when he has much more interesting diversions close at hand?#
Alexander smiled
thoughtfully. It was true that the warrior woman had quite surprisingly aroused
him, but here was Vibarius, his lover of the moment
who could and would fulfilled his sexual needs just as
well.
That Alexander was bisexual
was certainly no secret to his officers. It was a completely accepted way of
life in ancient Greece, and widely practiced both in Athens and the outlands
among the Greek elite, both in and out of the military. Alexander first lover
had been his childhood friend, Hephaestion, with whom
he had fought side-by-side during most of his campaigns. Vibarius, who
Alexander had made his Captain of the Guard, had taken Hephaestion#s
place both in and out of bed upon the former#s untimely death.
#Alright,# muttered
Alexander #Have it your way. But we keep the girl alive. From the looks of her,
she might do well in the arena.
Wouldn#t you like to see her wrestle?#
Vibarius lips curled into a cold smile. #Better yet, Sire, let me be the one to
test her strength, but in a Spartan death wrestle!#
The woman#s head swiveled to
look at Vibarius, her eyes glittering fiercely as she
appraised the big man. There was no fear, just intense loathing, for she
instinctively knew what he was. Vibarius was not a
sexual threat!
Alexander laughed. He knew
full well that what Vibarius had in mind was to
dispatch a potential rival for Alexander#s affections. But still, Alexander found himself
fantasizing about what their two naked bodies would look like entangled and
hard-flexed in a straining struggle.
#Perhaps later, Vibarius. Right now let#s get the wench cleaned up and see
what we actually have. So take her, Mithra, and have the
women see to her wounds and bathe her. Get her new garments, too.#
Mithra started to say something, but she caught Vibarius#
quick nod. #I hear and shall obey,
Sire#.
At Old Mithra#s
insistence, Khadir#s hands were bound behind her back
and iron shackles were placed around her ankles. A burly legionnaire circled a leather thong around the woman#s
neck, knotted so that he could choke her if she made a move to escape. As if unconsciously aware of this
desert warrior woman#s incredible strength and dangerous fighting ability, he
walked several paces behind Khadir.
And it was thus that they
took Khadir, the captured Warrior Princess, to the camp followers tents. Once
there, Mithra turned the desert woman over to a
quiet, dark-skinned Nubian woman, taller even than was Khadir. Displaying no fear of the desert woman,
the Nubian demanded that the soldiers release Khadir#s
bonds. A moment later, the legionnaires departed and the two women were left
alone.
#Strip down!# demanded the
Nubian. She saw the quick flare of anger in Khadir#a
dark eyes, but seemed unperturbed by it.
Like some powerful black panther, the woman padded slowly around Khadir,
while being careful to keep just out of the warrior woman#s reach.
For a moment it appeared
that Khadir would refuse. Her eyes were hot and angry
as she looked the statuesque woman up and down. She took in the powerful
shoulders, the long arms heavy with muscle. The African possessed a pair of
rounded biceps that flexed with rippling strength. The big woman had a flat,
hard belly with abdominals that stood out in bold, carved relief. Above was a
well-defined upper torso; a wide chest bearing solid, beautifully sculpted
breasts that were tipped with small, hard nipples. The strong curve of her pectorals kept the thrusting mounds
of woman-flesh jutting arrogantly aloft.
Khadir couldn#t help herself from wondering how those solid globes would feel
cupped in her hands as, in her fantasy, her eager fingers caressed the Nubian#s
smooth, firm flesh. Khadir felt a tingle of arousal at the thought.
Almost as if picking up Khadir#s thoughts, the Nubian gave the desert woman a
quick, penetrating look of appraisal. It was as if she looked at this
dirt-smeared, tattered clothed female for the first time, really looked at her!
And although her smoldering black eyes gave no hint, the Nubian was intrigued.
The woman suddenly turned
her back on Khadir, displaying a contemptuous distain for what Khadir might
do. #Strip!# she again demanded
over her shoulder in a voice that was used to being obeyed.
#By Allah, I#d love to bed
this bitch, after I broke her properly# thought Khadir
to herself. But it was neither the
time nor the place, so the desert warrior woman did as she had been commanded
and began to strip down.
She moved slowly and
insolently with the languid movements of a woman with all the time in the world
and not to be hurried. Once free of the tattered and torn robes, Khadir stood
there in magnificent nudity, her splendid physique now completely revealed.
Aside from the fact that the Nubian had perhaps an inch or so in height over
Khadir and the difference in skin color, the two women could have been twins.
The Nubian#s eyes gleamed
with sudden interest as she let her gaze wander over Khadr#s
well-muscled body. What had only been hinted at beneath the dirty robes was now
to be fully seen, and the dark-skinned woman was impressed.
The
Nubian took in the length of Khadr#s legs; long legs sculpted with hard, sinewy muscle that served to accentuate
the sense of their potential strength. Years of riding horses bareback, as was
the custom of her people, had strengthened Khadir#s
thighs into pillars of power. The Nubian raised her eyes to the desert warrior#s
narrow, tight waist. The woman had a taut belly that rippled with hard-packed
sinew, boasting three distinctive abdominal sections on either side of a
shallow vertical trench dividing them.
Up above was a broad, powerful chest upon which sat the woman#s
melon-solid breasts, anchored by a set of shoulders that would have seemed too
broad on a smaller woman.
The Nubian continued to
prowl around Khadir, taking in the superbly muscled expanse of the warrior woman#s
back that rippled with strength even in repose. Her eyes slid down to Khadr#s bare buttocks with their hard-packed glutes. She gave a little shiver, having a difficult time
in keeping her hands off the half-moon roundness of Khadir#s
curvaceous rump.
While there appeared to be a
lot of muscle in Khadir#s body, it was nonetheless so
well distributed that she appeared much less dense than she really was. While the Nubian was massively muscled,
the desert warrior was more lean and sinewy in her physique. It was as if the
desert sun had baked off any excess woman-fat, leaving only long, flat
musculature that padded her tall figure.
And not even the smeared dirt smudging both face and figure could hide
this young Amazon#s beauty.
#How are you called,
woman?# demanded
the Nubian.
#My given name is Khadir,
and who might you be, bitch!#
The big woman#s eyes flashed
dangerously as she looked Khadir up and down. She slid her gaze slowly along
the other woman#s supple, well-muscled curves as if inspecting a captured wild
mare that she had been called upon to break. It was definitely a woman#s body, but also that of a warrior; a
physique honed to perfection, strength-trained and as dangerous as a sharpened
blade.
#Not that it is any of your
business, Slave Girl, but you can call me Mistress Nghana,
for I will be your mistress from now on. Henceforth, you will answer to me.#
#No man is my master, no
woman my mistress unless they prove themselves to be my better,# murmured
Khadir in a deceptively soft voice that was as much taunt as an answer.
The Nubian#s face flushed
darkly beneath the coppery skin. She was not used to any woman giving her
challenge, as it appeared this dirt-streaked desert warrior was doing.
#Oh, I think that we can
arrange to see if you#re to be humbled or not,# said Nghana
in a lazy drawl. Even as she
spoke, the Nubian was slipping out of her short tunic, under which she was nude
except for a brief loincloth.
Since Khadir had already
completely stripped, the two Amazons were ready to test one another#s strength
in an ultimate contest between two such Alpha females, a nude-bodied wrestle of
domination.
Like two feral cats they
circled one another, padding on bare feet around the dusty courtyard. Arms
extended and fingers clawed, they reached out for each other to lock holds as
the two women cautiously shuffled forward.
Khadir didn#t know what
style of fighting the big Nubian would use, but she knew it would be different
from her own. The desert people of her tribe were more used to ground grappling
than the more stylized Greek catch and throw version that Nghana would probably utilize. So she approached the big woman warily.
Suddenly, in a rush, the two
magnificent bodies met with a thud of bare flesh. Just as Khadir had thought, Nghana went for a hip throw. Khadir swiveled away at the last second,
reaching down for Nghana#s muscular leg with both hands. A split-second later she had off-balanced the Nubian and
taken her down. Khadir was astride the Nubian before she could react, clamping Nghana in a combination headlock and leg scissor hold. Her own hard-muscled thighs clamped
around the waist of her adversary, slim ankles crossed and locked into place
beneath the Nubian#s belly. Then she squeezed #. Hard!
At the same time both her
arms were grappled around Nghana#s sinewy neck, fingers
entwined to form the lock. Her biceps surged up into sight, forming hard balls
of strength as she put on the pressure.
Nghana was certainly
not just lying there acquiescing to what was happening to her. The Nubian was writhing like a snake
beneath Khadir#s supple weight. Her own arms came up
to encircle Khadir#s neck in a duplicate headlock,
her own mighty biceps flexed up in quivering hardness. But Khadir still
maintained her scissor-lock and her lithe weight kept the African pinned
beneath her, thus she had the advantage; slight though it might be.
The two women lay there in
the deserted, sand-strewn courtyard as they wrestled furiously for dominance.
There was no sound except for their labored breathing and occasionally a grunt
of pain. But quite surprisingly,
their faces bore no sign of anger or stress, instead there were smiles of
pleasure upon the lips of both combatants.
Neither of them had ever met
a woman with greater strength. In fact, Khadir had never wrestled harder with
any of the men in her tribe. For once, the desert warrior was
being held in check by an adversary who possessed just as much muscle and skill
in this most ancient of forms of unarmed combat. And Khadir
truly found that to be exhilarating!
For her part, the Nubian was
not only enjoying this contest of female strength, but she was becoming aroused
from the bare-bodied contact of flesh-on-flesh. Their nude bodies slid together luxuriously, the film of
sweat that now gleamed on hard-flexed muscularity lubricating their flesh as
they strained together. They lay
together, cheek-to-cheek, as tightly entwined as two impassioned lovers. They
moved in slow motion with the only evidence of the ferocity of their effort
seen in the bunched and quivering female musculature as they strained in their
impromptu wrestle.
Reaching for a better hold
on the woman locked atop her, Nghana#s hands slid down across Khadir#s lithe hips until her fingers felt the firmly
rounded globes of her buttocks. It was as though her hands had cupped sculpted marble, so solid was the muscle beneath the slippery flesh.
Her long legs reached up and back, curling her powerful thighs around the desert warrior#s
upper body and pulling her
backward in a reverse scissors-hold of her own making. They lay there, locked
head-to-toe in a strange kind of 69-like position, each captured in the other#s
powerful thighs. Pure unadulterated strength, not skill, would determine the
outcome of this new twist in their contest of dominance.
Khadir#s upper body felt as though it was locked within the crushing coils of some huge
python, slowly constricting her with unbelievable strength. Nghana#s
muscular thighs were locked tight across Khadir#s
breasts, pulling her backward like a taut bow. This left her almost sitting in
the Nubian#s lap, her own scissors-lock still in place around the other woman#s
waist. But in that awkward angle Khadir could not bring much strength to bear
in her hold, at least not as much as her opponent was generating with her own
crushing thighs.
It was the sweat that washed
their bodies that saved Khadir.
She gave up her own scissors and twisted within the Nubian#s savage grip
like a wet eel, wriggling around until she was lying front-to-front. Her long
legs reached out and snaked around Nghana#s upper
torso instead of her waist, sliding slickly up and around the Nubian#s head. Now
they lay locked once again in a 69 position, but this time face-to-crotch.
Khadir found that she could
hardly breath within that hold, and what air she could find was laced with the
smell of sweat and the musk-like scent of female pheromones. It was a combination
of odors that aroused Khadir#s passions to a fever
pitch. Not too surprisingly, Nghana who was also
locked in a similar position within Khadir#s mighty
thighs was inhaling the same pungent sexual pheromones and was becoming equally
aroused.
Two sets of hands began
exploring the sweat-slick flesh that lay beneath their touch; eager fingers
sliding across the hot skin, feeling the sinuous ripple and play of the
hard-flexed layers of muscle. There came the muffled sounds of soft moaning
from deep within the respective scissor-holds, although neither woman could
hear it, locked tightly within the prisons of crushing flesh as they were.
Neither did they hear the clatter of horses hoofs or the shout of anger from
the rider who had just unexpectantally come upon them.
Rough hands pried and jerked
the two startled women apart.
Surrounding them were four soldiers, supervised by none other than Vibarius. Alexander#s young Captain of the Guard was
furious at the scene which he had come upon and did
not fully understand. What his
eyes had seen and his ears heard was more akin to impassioned love-making than
a contest of strength and will, at least that was what was in his angry mind.
#I knew this desert slut
would be trouble,# he muttered to himself as he dismounted. #Put that woman
back in chains,# he demanded, pointing at Khadir. #And I want the Nubian whipped within an inch of her life,#
he continued with a furious look at the African slave-mistress.
Vibarius turned away abruptly, but then froze in his tracks. #No, wait! I have
a better idea,# he smiled darkly.
Twenty minutes later, the
two disheveled woman found themselves standing within a circle of leering men,
most of them stripped down nude with their skins gleaming with oil. They were crowded into a hastily
constructed wrestling pit of some twenty feet in diameter. The assembled
soldiers were eagerly awaiting the selection of which one of them would have
their chance at the Desert Princess first.
Vibarius had come up with an ingenious scheme, one that would rid him of a
potential rival for Alexander#s attention without soiling his own
hands. Khadir would be forced to
fight for her life. Her opponent would be someone chosen by lot from among the
soldiers, and to the victor would go the spoils.
Due to her reputation, it
was expected that it would take more than one or two to force a submission of
the muscular Desert Amazon, perhaps even more. It was the anticipation of
seeing this haughty female warrior crushed into subjugation that excited the
men, for everyone of them fantasized making this beautiful young woman yield
her delights to them.
Finally, one of the men was
chosen. He was a huge brute of a soldier, a#bristle
with body hair and massively built.
Between the pillars of his thighs hung a thick snake of a cock, already
coming to life in anticipation of what was to take place down in that pit.
Standing across from him,
Khadir looked at him with hooded eyes; sizing him up, seeking out any point of weakness #. aside from the dangling
unprotected cock. She felt a slight tremor; not of fear, but of revulsion at
what she must do.
And then, amidst the wildly
cheering onlookers, the two nude wrestlers – male and female –
began the first round of their Death Battle.
Vibarius stood just behind Nghana, whose arms were
bound tightly and whose legs were shackled. One of his hands was snarled in Nghana#s
crinkly hair, forcing her to look down into the pit. The other hand caressed the former slave-mistress#s strong,
columnar neck with an ominous gentleness.
#Look you closely, Bitch
Woman, for this is to be your fate as well, # sneered the Guard Captain into
her ear. #I have saved you for my
own amusement, but the result will be the same as for the desert slut. You will
die, exquisitely and oh so slowly at my hands.#
He felt a shiver course its
way along her powerful body and mistook it for fear. It was anger, fueled by a
raging desire to bring this cocky male#s life to a close in the most painful
way possible. For the moment, however, she stoked the hot embers of hate to
save it for a better time.
Down below them the two
naked wrestlers had come to grips, each applying a variation of the same
combination of holds on the other.
They were tightly entwined around one another as each strained to take
their opponent to the ground. They
teetered and tottered around the pit as they tried to off-balance one
another. Finally, Khadir managed
to twine both legs around one of the big male#s,
leaned back abruptly, and down they went.
What Khadir had not counted on was her opponent twisting in her grip so
that when they fell he was on top.
His greater weight came into
play as he smothered her beneath his naked body. His heavy thighs went around
her in a half-scissors, keeping her in place, while his hands were stretching
her muscular arms out to the side.
A cheer came from the crowd
of spectators, as it appeared that the huge wrestler had the female pinned and
helpless. A split-second later, the cheers turned to an explosive grunt of
surprise when their champion and the woman suddenly changed places. Now Khadir was stretched out atop the
man, her own mighty thighs already encircling his waist in a crushing
scissor-lock even as her muscled arms coiled around his neck in a sleeper hold.
She gave a grunt of effort
and hard biceps exploded into view as she drew tight the firm-fleshed noose
around his throat. She had him!
A murmur of astonishment
came from the crowd. The fight was over almost before it began. Even though the big male still thrashed
feebly against the woman#s sweat-slick body and his hands scrabbled for some
kind of purchase on the wet body pinning him down to the ground, the crowd knew
that it was over. Then, with an
almost lazy movement, the woman#s arms flexed steel-hard and the on-looking crowd heard the
snapping of the big male#s neck.
It was over! The desert princess had outwrestled their champion.
Nghana turned to look at Vibarius, her dark eyes
hot with excitement, a faint smile tugging at her lush lips.
#So, Greek, did you look
closely at what a mere female can do to one of your men?# the Nubian asked
softly. #And do you somehow think
that you#d do better # with either of us?#
And down below, having
crawled up to her feet, Khadir stood proudly as she slowly flexed her splendid
muscles and raised a fist in a gesture of victory. Then she waited for her next
opponent to be chosen.
Not so eager now, the crowd
of oiled and nude wrestlers jostled one another to get to the back of the
group, none of them wanting to be the one chosen next to meet this splendid
Amazon in hand-to-hand combat. A tall, lean man of slightly older age stepped
forward. It was Urs, a taciturn mercenary who was one
of Alexander#s imported soldiers from the North Country. He was as deadly a
fighter as he was quiet. And what he lacked in bulky muscularity, he more than
made up in a Northman#s skill at wrestling.
The crowd quickly voiced
their approval of the choice with a roar. Now the warrior bitch would surely be
defeated.
#I vill
wrassle you, woman, if you dare match holds wid me,# Urs said in a heavily
accented, low-pitched rumble. He
stood there, oiling his body in preparation for the fight, a chilling smile on
his thin lips.
Khadir examined the man, her
smoldering eyes alert as they cruised his battle-scarred body. There was strength there, a wiry kind
of strength that spoke of his speed. He was the kind of fighter who relied on
explosive agility rather than brute force. They would
be, Khadir realized, a good match for one another.
Khadir#s body was still slick with sweat, so she needed no oiling and no warm
up. She was ready to #wrassle#!
#Come, then, let#s see how
well you do with a woman who is both stronger and more skilled than you seem to
be,# she
said with a cold smile. #Give me a
good workout and I may let you live in the end. But I will win,# she promised.
The two naked wrestlers
moved forward, he with caution, she with eagerness to lock holds with the
male. They raised their hands,
each inviting the other to lock fingers in a test of strength. But as Urs
came forward he suddenly leaped at Khadir, slipping under her outstretched arms
as he went for a bear-hug. He caught her by surprise, and he was able to lift her off
her feet as he bent back and crushed her against his naked body. Her sinewy
weight was too much for him and the two of them toppled to the ground. Urs still had his bear-hug in
place, but not with the same leverage.
Khadir was on the bottom,
the male wrestler keeping her pinned beneath his squirming weight. There was
nothing for her to do but match his hold, and her muscular arms slid up to
embrace him within a wrenching bear-hug of her
own. Then her long legs came into
play, wrapping around his waist.
With her hard calves against his back and her slim ankles crossed to
form the lock, Khadir captured the male within a prison of muscular flesh. With
a grunt, she squeezed him with both thighs and arms. Urs
gave a quick whimper of pain and fought against the agony of her dual holds. He
was in trouble, and he knew it.
With a grunt of effort,
Khadir bridged up beneath Urs, lifting their combined
weight off the ground. She momentarily unwrapped her legs from around the male,
and using her heels as a fulcrum against the ground, the big woman heaved
upward and lurched to one side, tumbling her opponent from atop her. They
struggled furiously in the dirt, rolling over and over with first one on top
and then the other. When the dust settled Khadir had prevailed and held the man
securely beneath her.
Urs was sprawled on all fours face down. Khadir was astride his back, her powerful legs on either side of his trunk, as if
she were riding one of her desert stallions. She slid them around and underneath his heaving belly,
squeezing tightly against his ribs. Khadir inched her legs down further, her
heels digging into his groin area so as to secure the hold.
At the same time she thrust
one of her sinewy forearms up tight beneath his throat, while her opposite hand
slipped around the other side to grip the wrist and lock in the hold. Solidly rounded biceps flexed into
knots of strength as she applied pressure
Khadir had leaned forward to
clamp on that neck lock and her bare breasts were pressed hard against Ur#s
muscular back. As he strained against her holds, those thick sinews rippled,
slithered like snakes, flexing against the sweaty globes of her breasts. Khadir
realized that she rather liked the stimulation that was hardening her nipples.
And she was not alone in experiencing erotic arousal.
Caught up in the excitement
of battle, the naked wrestler#s body responded to the stimulation of the
woman#s heels jammed into his groin, his cock aroused itself from slumber and
began to harden. It was simply a
natural reaction, one that even two male wrestlers often experienced in the
passion of body-against-body straining struggle. But this was a magnificently muscled female who wrestled
him, and his arousal was thus even stronger. Khadir felt the stirring of the
naked wrestler#s member pressing hard against her heel, uncoiling like a big
snake. With a smile, she slid a
leg down to press hard against the bulging lump.
At the same time, Khadir was
suddenly very aware of the male#s hard-muscled butt-globes bulging against her
Venus mound. As Urs fought her dual holds, he arched
up, hardening his glutes in a rhythmic spasm of
effort as he fought to free himself from her clutches. It was like a giant fist pressing
against her labial lips in an erotic rhythm, and she could not help but
respond.
She smiled as she felt her
own arousal taking place. This was more to her liking, she could enjoy that kind of wrestling as much as
any woman. In fact, much more so than most. Khadir
enjoyed rough sex, whether with a man or woman. And now her blood was boiling with desire.
In an amazing feat of
strength, the desert Amazon released her holds just long enough to flip Urs over on his back, then locked
him into the hot prison of her muscled limbs once again. Her long legs slipped back under his
hips, entwining
her ankles as she secured that devilish scissor-lock again. Her legs beneath
his hips arched and lifted him up hard against her, his now fully engorged cock
jammed against the thick soft mat of pubic hair that guarded the portal of her
sex. The hard swollen head of his cock prodded against the soft lips of her labia,
seeking entry yet being resisted. A different kind of wrestling was taking
place down there!
Her own clitoris came to
life, the slowly stiffening nubbin of flesh thickening and protuberant,
jousting with the big cock that sought penetration. Their movements slowed to an almost languid pace as each
gave in to their quick rising arousal.
Their hot breath panted and sweat poured over them as they strained,
slowly humping together.
Finally, Urs
managed a reverse, putting Khadir on her back and
splaying his big body atop hers. He locked her in a crushing bear-hug
as they lay belly to flat belly. Inserted between her muscular thighs, he set
about the process of grinding her into submission and letting his battle lust
take his reward.
Again Urs
attempted to seek penetration with his turgid, throbbing manhood, but it was a
portal through which no man had ever passed # until that moment. With a cruel
smile, Khadir shifted her lithe hips and brought her
thighs up and around Ur#s back, positioning herself just so until he could at
last do his deed.
Urs thrust his insistent cock into Khadir#s hot,
moist shaft #. and by the
Gods, it felt so-oooo good. Urs tried to move his hips and
begin to stroke, but his swollen member was held tight within the wet warmth of
her by satin-soft interior muscles that began milking him like a clenching
fist. He groaned as his hard-locked muscles gave way, and he almost
fainted. Khadir had him!
Khadir had allowed this sexual dominance on Urs#
part for the solitary purpose of weakening the male for a final submission to
her Amazonian strength. She sought
not his seed, but his abject surrender.
Khadir#s splendidly muscled legs unwrapped themselves from around his hips,
stretching down to grapevine his legs as she ground Urs
into the dirt. Her hands gripped both his wrists, pinning them down. Then she
inched forward until her heavy breasts were half-smothering his face within the
deep crevasse between the solid mounds of woman-flesh. As she hugged him to
her, the great muscles of her sleek body bulged and rippled with sensuous
strength. She was enjoying this erotic combat, but did not intend to let the
man release his load. She would still be the virgin Princess.
Khadir leaned down until her hot breath was gusting in his ear. #You are mine, now!
Yield to me,# she whispered. Urs began to writhe
beneath her, attempting to regain masculine mastery over this splendidly
muscled Amazon, but he was too late.
The wild noise of the crowd
grew quiet, as the men realized that the tempo of the wrestling had changed to
that of the final stage. The end of that all-out contest of strength was upon
them. In that sudden hush, a voice
rang out!
#What goes here?# demanded
an angry Captain of the Guard. #This is not fighting, this is but a man and woman
rutting together like animals in the dirt. It is unseemly!# Vibarius
spat out in an indignant voice.
The big Black Amazon at his
side turned to him with a hard smile stretching her lips. #No, it is not #rutting#, it is
wrestling according to women#s rules where all is fair in love or war. We
merely combine the two!#
Down below in the pit,
Khadir was lifting herself from off the vanquished male with whom she had
wrestle long and hard. He lay
there unconscious, yet still alive. Khadir had promised him that much for a
good match.
The desert princess stood
there, nude, her splendid muscles pumped into sculpted prominence by her
exertions, her big body glistening with a film of sweat. She was magnificent!
One of the many pairs of
eyes that stared at the young Amazon in awe was owned by none other than
Alexander. The great man stood at the
entrance to his tent almost shaking with excitement from what he had just
witnessed. The young general ached with desire to have that splendid body
locked to his own, to match his strength with Khadir#s.
He was like a moth drawn to the fire.
But it was not yet his time to wrestle with the Desert Princess who
stood in the pit so beautiful and defiant .... not yet!
A strange hush had fallen
over the crowd as they looked upon that savage beauty, a female who had already
outwrestled two of their best champions. As her cool dark eyes slid over them,
they cringed and ducked their head, afraid that this mighty Amazon would call
upon them next.
But then she turned, lifted
her head and stared directly at Vibarius. She pointed
a long finger at him and gave the Captain of the Guard an icy smile.
#You are next, Alexander#s
bitch boy! Come down here and wrestle with me, if you dare.#
Now the question is: did he?
And would you have?
That#s the rest of the tale
to be told of Khadir of the Desert and Alexander The Great.
To
Be Continued