Leaning casually against a pillar in the middle of the room, Angela surveyed the matted floor with interest. It was here that she had just finished a grueling two hour session with her Sensei, and Angela#s magnificent body still felt the effects of all that exercise.  She could still see a hint of dampness on the mat, where she had so recently strained in sweat-slippery combat with her Teacher.

She was still clad in her workout garb, brief bikini bottom and an equally brief bra that barely contained her perfectly shaped, melon-solid breasts. The flat belly showed the shadowy indentations of six-pack abs, her arms were sculpted with well-defined biceps and hard packed deltoids capped a pair of powerful shoulders. In a word, she was #stacked#.

Angela continued staring down at the mat, remembering the way that she had felt while locked in combat with her Sensei. She never felt so alive, so totally stimulated, as when she was engaged in hard, hand-to-hand combat with another woman. And her Teacher was certainly all-woman!

Angela's Sensei was a sensual black Amazon who was a Princess in her own country of Mombesia. Her name was Lena and she had been trained since birth to become a member of her father#s Royal Guard. Like the fabled Dahomey Amazon guard, the women selected for this elite unit were subjected to a rigorous training program that turned them into super-athletic fighting machines.

Aggressiveness and superb muscularity were hallmarks of these women. Their wrestling ability was legendary, and no male of near equal size and weight was ever known to have won a fall from one of these warrior women.

It was one of these female warriors that Angela had sought out to be her teacher in that unique form of martial arts as practiced by the Mombesian women. Ever since she had first heard of these Mombesian Royal Guards, and the fierce women who made up that Amazon fighting unit, Angela had been determined to learn their form of combat. Although only thirty, she had already mastered every other style of hand-to-hand combat.

It was a style of fighting especially fitted for women, specializing in the use of their usually much stronger lower limbs. The grappling techniques focused more on scissoring and squeezing with the thighs together with arm locks. It was said that the more adept practitioners of this form of combat could crush a log to splinters within the grip of their powerful thighs. And Angela, having been captured within the scissor-lock of her Sensei on many occasions, could attest to that python-like crushing strength of Lena#s long, powerful legs.

The other special aspect of the Mombesian style of wrestling was seldom discussed with #outsiders#. Once they had been selected for training, these young women were completely segregated from the men in their society. They were Battle Virgins, as long as they remained in the Royal Guards. Not even a king had ever been known to have laid with a female member of the guard. They may have been virgins, but these magnificent specimens of woman-hood were far from being sexless. They simply had to find ways to satisfy their needs among their own kind. And their special form of "exercise" served that purpose very well indeed.

Angela has heard whispers of this method of #Tribbing#. as it was termed. However, the American had never engaged in woman-to-woman sex, it simply didn't interest her. But as a devotee of the martial arts, Angela did want to learn to fight Mombesian-style. There was only one possibility, the only Mombesian to have ever left her home country, the daughter of the Mombesian King. Angela immediately found out all she could about this secretive woman, determined to learn from her the Mombesian style of combat.

Then one day she had met the Mombesian warrior woman at her own birthday party. She had made certain that the Princess would be invited, but didn't know if she would attend. The moment she spotted the tall, regal woman across the room, Angela felt a shiver of excitement crawl up her spine. Lena had already been described to Angela, but she was not prepared for the sheer stunning beauty of the woman who now stared back at her from across the room.

Lena was tall, even taller than Angela#s own five-ten. Her shapely figure was encased in a clinging sleeveless dress that left nothing of her figure to the imagination. The silk clung to her sleek figure like a second skin. Her firmly muscled arms and wide shoulders were bare. Angela#s eyes were drawn as if by magnets to those arms, taking in the solid biceps and rounded deltoids. She was powerful, and yet sleekly female at the same time.

The coffee-colored Amazon stared back at Angela, a slightly arrogant smile curving her wide mouth. Lena had known instantly that here was a woman who was herself a warrior, and the natural competitive nature of the Mombesian female stirred within her. She knew without a doubt that she would have to test this American in erotic combat, the sooner the better. It had been too long since she'd been able to test her muscles or to enjoy some erotic combat. She tensed her magnificent body in anticipation.

For her part, Angela found herself moving slowly through the crowd with her eyes locked onto the Mombesian woman#s. She walked up the woman, being excitedly aware that the Amazon Princess was perhaps an inch taller than herself. But she judged that their weight was about the same, even though the Mombesian carried a little more well-developed muscularity than Angele#s own athletic physique. But not much more!

#I know who you are,# murmured Angela, as she reached out a hand of greeting. Lena smiled and took the proffered hand in her own. Angela thrilled at the strength of that grip, but out of politeness started to pull her hand away. But Lena didn#t release her hand. Instead, she gripped Angela#s a little tighter.

#Ah-hhh,# thought Angela to herself. #So it#s a test of strength she wants, huh.# She tightened her own grip and smiled at the other woman. However, the smile instant vanished to be replaced by a grimace of pain.

Angela was totally unprepared for the savage strength that poured into her hand from that of the other woman's. It suddenly felt as if her hand had been caught in a vise that was ever so slowly closing inward. Angela#s eye went wide with shock at the strength she felt flowing from the other woman#s hand. She saw a quick ripple of muscle lift Lena#s hard-rounded bicep from its place of hiding just beneath the cocoa-colored skin, as the still silent woman continued to increase the pressure of her grip.

Then, suddenly and without warning, the beautiful Warrior Princess released her grip and stepped back away from Angela. There was a flash of white teeth as the woman grinned playfully at Angela, a look of pleasure and delight in her dark eyes.

#Yes, and I know you as well,# said the Mombesian in a husky contralto. #You are, just as I've heard, a very strong woman. We have much to discuss, you and I. Shall we take your car or mine?# she said as she gestured toward the front door.

Angela started to object, started to say that she couldn't just walkout of the party that was being held in her honor. But as she looked into the Warrior Princesses dark eyes she found that she was speechless. And, moreover, Angela found that she was already following the tall figure of the Princess toward the exit, a sense of excitement building up in her.

#My driver is just outside, so we might as well take my car,# Lena said over one splendidly sinew-sculpted shoulder.

Her car turned out to be a mile-long limo with an immaculately uniformed chauffeur holding open the door for the two women.

And THAT was how Angel met her Sensei.

Almost in a daze, Angela gave directions to the driver and they headed through the now deserted streets to Angela's loft residence. When they had arrived, Angela led Lena to a private elevator that quickly took them to her penthouse quarters. As they stepped out of the elevator, Lena smiled in approval at what she saw. It was more than she could have hoped for, even though she had an idea of what it would be like from the intelligence that she had received. The Mombesian Warrior Princess had also done her homework!

Lena glanced around the room that the two women had emerged into from the elevator. It was huge. And it was almost completely bare of furniture. Over in one far corner there was a small seating arrangement, but that was it. As they moved forward into the room, Lena realized that the floor upon which they walked was covered from wall-to-wall with a firm but slightly yielding matting. It looked well-used. Lena was impressed as she realized what she was walking on. It was hand-made Japanese Tatami matting.

Angela caught the Mombesian woman's look of recognition. "Yes, the whole room is one large mat," she said. "I don't have much need for furnishings, just a area in which I can workout and sleep."

Lena nodded in agreement. Those were her own sentiments about living spaces. She saw that the mats were slightly stained from dampness, and realized that it was from human perspiration.

"What form of the martial arts do you practice," asked Lena. "It's obvious that you workout a great deal."

"Daily," replied Angela. "But what I really need now is a Sensei, someone to take me to the next step in my practice. I have been told that you might be that person."

The Warrior Princess gave her an enigmatic half-smile, but remained silent as her dark eyes appraised the woman who stood in front of her. The black cocktail dress that Angela wore was more than a little revealing. Thin spaghetti straps left her wide shoulders and splendidly developed arms bare. Angela wore silk, as did Lena, and both dresses fit their individual wearers as tightly as a present wrapped in cellophane. Lena's smoldering eyes stripped the other woman, seeing Angela's body in her mind's-eye in the nude. So caught up was she in her fantasy that Lena almost didn't realized that Angela has asked her a question.

"Will you teach me the Mombesian style of combat? Angela repeated quietly as her eyes intently searched Lena's.

"Do you know what it is you ask of me," replied Lena in a tight, low voice.

"Yes! You've got what I want, the secret of Mombesian Warrior combat, and I'm ready and able to do whatever is necessary to be your pupil," Angela said in a steely voice.

"Look, you seem like a nice bright girl," said Lena, spitting the words out from between stern, stiff lips. "Let's see if you can understand this: In order for me to know if I should even try to teach you our ways of combat, you will have to prove you deserve to be my student. That means remaining unpinned by me for at least five-minutes. And I just don't think you've got what it takes to do that.

Angela gave her a slow smile. "Well, why don't we see," she murmured as she gestured down at the mats.

The magnificent Warrior Amazon simply nodded her head, and began to slither out of her dress, kicking it to one side as she stood with hands on hips facing her challenger. She was strangely excited about this encounter, and of course she knew why.

Angela followed suit, and a moment later the two women had stripped down to their bras and panties. Then, as if to show that she, too, had done her homework, Angela very purposefully unhooked her bra and tossed it away.

"I have heard that the Mombesian women wrestle bare to the waist, which also happens to be my preference," Angela said.

"Ah-hh, I see that you have done some research about our ways," replied Lena, as she also slipped out of the restraining bra that cupped her thrusting breasts. No longer in the captivity of the material, Lena's breasts stood out from her wide, powerful chest like a pair of ripe half-melons. As she stood looking at Angela's own magnificently contoured mounds, Lena's dark brown nipples began to harden.

Stepping back away from Angela, she shook her head sharply, as if bringing herself back to reality from the wild fantasy she was having about the beautiful young woman in front of her. For some reason Lena felt a sudden aggressiveness take hold of her. She snapped out at Angela:

"Well, did your research tell you that Mombesian women enjoying chewing up rich little debutants like you for a snack? There was more than a hint of arrogance in that husky voice. Angela was determined not to be intimidated by the tall Amazon. She also felt the need of proving to the Princess that she wasn't the push-over that their brief contest of strength might have indicated. So Angela responded in kind.

"I would have thought from the looks of your skinny black body that you'd been on a starvation diet and didn't eat snacks," she said sarcastically, enjoying the trash-talk.

Lena raised one eyebrow in surprise. "Oh, this was going to be fun," she thought to herself. The girl had spirit. But still, Lena felt the urge to goad her and growled:

"So come on, American, let's see if you've got anything to show me, other than crappy remarks," said the Mombesian in a low, challenging voice. Sparks flew from Lena's dark eyes as she spoke.

"Screw you, Princess Stuck-up!" spat Angela. "Hey, you want some of me, then I'll give you some!"

There it was #.. that primeval need to work themselves into a near state of fight-rage, to do battle with tooth and nail if need be to show which was the better woman. Hard and cruel holds, really trying to hurt the other woman. This was not a would-be pupil against a potential teacher. It was female muscle against female muscle. Each of them had known the moment they laid eyes on one another that it would have to come to this. And now they would fight it out. Half-nude. In the privacy of Angela's combat do-jo.

The angry retort had slipped out of Angele's lips unbidden, and she was slightly perturbed that she'd fallen for the big Amazon's attempt at goading her into anything other than her required concentration. But at the same time, Angela did feel the frisson of anger stirring within her. She wanted to hurt the woman who stood waiting for her to start their contest of strength. Angela could hardly wait to lock holds with the Mombesian Princess. She would show her who was the best woman.

Angela, somewhat confident of her own abilities, made the first move. With blinding speed, she shot forward in a short-spaced tackle, meaning to take Lena down to the mat. But her wide-spread arms found only empty air, and she crashed down to the mat on her stomach. She instantly felt Lena's supple weight on her back pinning her to the mat. Before she could react, Lena's long legs had wrapped themselves around Angela, while her arms had slid beneath Angela's arms to lock in a full-nelson. Angela immediately bridged her butt upward, trying to dislodged the Warrior Princess. But the woman rode her back down to the mat, wrenching her thighs even more tightly around Angela's waist. Continuing to try and buck off the other woman, Angela only succeeded in wrenching loose from Lena's full-nelson. But still the Mombesian woman held Angela captive within her long legs and muscular arms.

In evidence of the fierce straining combat that the two women were engaged in, both their bodies were already gleaming with sweat. It was this perspiration that allowed Angela to squirm loose from Lena's grip. Angela heaved upward, while at the same time twisting around within Lena's enwrapped arms. Now, suddenly, they were face-to-face as they strained tight-locked together.

They lay with their sinewy bellies pressed tight together. Angela had managed to scissor the other's thigh in a vise-like grip. Her lithe hips were at a slight angle, which allowed her lap to be almost glued to Lena's. Through the thin silk of her panties, Angela could actually feel the wiry mat of Lena's pubic hair as the two women pressed their bodies together. And Angela knew precisely what to do next.

While squeezing with her thighs that were scissored around Lena's leg, Angela pumped her hips against the Mombesian Warrior Woman in sensuous slow-motion. So tightly were they joined that Angela suddenly felt a stirring in Lena's crotch. She knew without a doubt that it was Lena's clit coming to life. Her own was already stiffened with desire, a nubbin of hard flesh that was as large as a small male penis.

Lena also felt the same clitoral arousal and knew that her own wonderfully large female organ was emerging from its hiding place, ready to do battle with the equally stiff clit of her opponent.

"So-ooo, you do know something of the Mombesian way of erotic combat," panted Lena into Angela's ear. "Shall we wrestle, or shall we engage in a warrior's sex-fight," she asked the woman who held her locked so tightly.

Angela suddenly stiffened, released her holds and quickly rolled away from the Mombesian woman. Her beautiful features flushed with embarrassment as she got to her feet. She had no idea of what had come over her. She had never done anything like that before, had never wanted another woman as badly as she had Lena when their splendidly muscled bodies were locked together on the mat. Angela was simply NOT a lesbian, at least she had never considered herself to be. Now, with her juices still flowing and her need for sex so demanding, she wasn't sure what she was feeling or what she was! One thing was certain, though, Angela knew without a doubt that she wanted to feel the other woman's magnificently muscled body locked tight to her own again.

"I'm so sorry," murmured Angela. "I don't know what came over me. It was just that you were ##." and her voice trailed off.

Lena had remained down on the mat, sprawled out on a blanket-like piece of material that had somehow become entangled with their bodies as they had wrestled. She had slipped back into her bra. Her eyes were locked onto Angela's, as she looked at her lovely opponent of but a moment ago.

"There are no apologies needed, I felt what you did #. but perhaps even stronger," said Lena in a low voice. "We Mombesian women are used to such sexual feelings, but this is the first time I have ever experienced it to this degree with an outsider."

With that, Lena crawled to her feet and walked slowly to Angela. She slowly reached out and pulled Angela into her muscular arms in a gentle hug. The warmth of their two bodies was felt by each of them. That warmth together with the dampness of their bodies from the sweat of their recent exertion began to work its erotic spell on both women, as they stood there clasped in each other's arms.

"Come, let us continue our wrestle," smiled Lena. "Let's see where it leads us. But I can tell you right now that I'd be honored to be your teacher."

Angela's heart skipped a beat from excitement as she looked into the dark eyes of the woman who would be taking her through a doorway into an experience that she'd always wanted, but had at the same time feared. She was about to be trained in the Mombesian's secret ways, both as a wrestler and as a lover. And she could hardly wait to begin.

Over the next few weeks, the new pupil and her Sensei spent countless hours in training. It was hard work, but more rewarding than anything Angela had ever experienced. There were many hours of engaging in special exercises meant to strengthen and tone Angela's physique to a degree that Angela could hardly believe was possible. All that magnificent muscularity that Angela had started out with was still in evidence. But now it was toned and refined so that her body looked like the product of a master sculptor.

There was barely an ounce of extra fat padding her, she was honed down to a leanness in form that still managed to retain her curvaceous lines, but accentuated her muscularity to the nth degree. Her body was perfectly balanced between that of a fitness model and a bodybuilder, neither too much or too little. What had also changed dramatically during the training was her strength. She was simply more powerful than she had ever been in her life.

"Are you ready," came a soft voice from behind Angela. Startled, Angela turned around from the mirror that she had been looking at herself in, facing her Teacher.

"Yes, Sensei," replied Angela. "I was just thinking back to when we started my training, to who and what I was before you began teaching me the Mombesian ways."

"Think not of the past, but be always present in the NOW!" replied Lena. "It is important to a Mombesia Warrior that she not think of what has 'been', but "be" what she is."

Angela  bowed her head in acceptance of the softly spoken rebuke. Lena was seldom as gentle with her lessons. And almost as if reading Angela's mind, Lena spun her around and gave her a shove toward the mats.

"Now, let's see what you've learned thus far. I will not go easy on you today," snapped Lena.

Angela quickly shed her sweats. She was already wearing only her bottoms, since she no longer bothered to wear a bra. But Lena slowly slipped out of her own briefs, her eyes locked on Angela's.

"No, today we wrestle nude," Lena murmured with a frown.

That took Angela by surprised. They had never practiced butt-naked before, but she didn't hesitate for even a second. With a quick wriggle of her lithe hips, she had shed her briefs and stood facing the other woman completely nude.

There was an unexpected air of tension about the Sensei today. Her beautiful face bore a scowl, it was obvious to Angela that something was wrong. That and Lena's demand that they fight nude made Angela wonder what was up.

"Have I done something to displease you, Sensei?" Angela asked

"No!" the other woman replied sharply. Lena herself didn't know why she felt this anger. Then, suddenly, she had it. The Mombesian knew that this was the moment when the American would have to pass her final test. If she failed, Lena would no longer continue teaching her. And Lena wasn't certain that Angela was actually ready for it.  That thought both terrified and angered Lena. If Angela failed, the Warrior Princess had no choice but to no longer be a part of the beautiful American's life. That thought was what terrified the Mombesian. The thought that Angela would perhaps fail the test was what angered her.  This was the moment of truth, for both of them.

"Come on, let's get to it," said Lena in a taut, strained voice. She looked forward to their final test of strength with a mixture of excitement and dread.

They found their place on the mats, that spot where the Tatami was the most yielding and easiest to take a fall on, and began to circle. The two women came together with a hard thud of soft flesh. Each held the other's neck in the clasp of one muscular arm, while their other hands locked in a test of strength. For a moment they stood straining together, then one of Lena's powerful thighs slid between Angela's wide-spread legs, an ankle locked behind Angela's knee, and the two of them tumbled down to the mat. They rolled slowly across the mat, first one on top and then the other.

Neither seemed able to gain an advantage as they grappled. But finally, Angela was able to capture Lena in a combination grapevine and bear-hug. They lay together, their magnificent bodies straining with every ounce of their strength. It wasn't that there was much movement, the evidence of their titanic struggle came from the flexation of their muscles as they rippled and played in concert with the effort of their holds around one another.

As they continued grappling, Angela lost her grapevine although she still maintained the bear-hug. Their lower bodies shifted and slid back and forth, lubricated by the wetness of their effort-induced sweating. Lena has managed to scissor one of Angela's sinewy legs between her equally muscular thighs while being on the bottom. The Amazon warrior found it difficult to maintain a tight grip around Angela's leg, the flesh was wet and slippery from the sweat; this and the fact that Angela was certainly not just laying there passively. She had released her bear-hug in favor of a headlock, and her arms were threatening to squeeze Lena's columnar throat to the point where the Princess' air supply was cut off. Lena ignored the swirling black cloud of unconsciousness that was engulfing her, as she fought strenuously to free herself from the dual holds of torture that her pupil had her imprisoned in at that moment.

The warrior reached up and encircled Angela's waist with both arms, knotting her fingers together to secure the hold. She pulled Angela down, crushing their breasts tightly, feeling the other woman's stiff protruding nipples digging into the firm mounds on her own well-muscled chest. Lena rolled her shoulders, positioning her thrusting tits in such a way as to capture one of Angela's within the deep crevasse that divided the jutting rack. It was as if a soft, giant hand was gripping and kneading Angela's firm breast, and she let out a low moan of both pleasure and pain. Then the Amazon's powerful hips shifted until her naked loins were pressed tight against Angela's. Lena began slowly arching up and down beneath Angela's weight, pumping her hips in a gentle rhythm.

For an instant, Angela seemed to freeze. She felt unbidden an erotic sensation that gripped her, a sensation that frightened her and at the same time excited her. She responded to Lena's rhythmic movement. A moment later she felt the wetness between her muscled thighs. Then she felt a stirring down there, a sensation that she had only felt once before #. the first time that she and Lena had wrestled. There was only one way to relieve the itch she felt. She jammed her crotch hard against Lena's and began to rub her labia against Lena's in a frenzy of sexual need.

Almost immediately, her clit slid out of hiding and sought Lena's. Their pussies came together wetly as their bodies began humping together, their now completely aroused clits jousting ever so slowly, as if seeking entry into the labial portal. The female juices flowed as their labia lips swelled, their clits lengthening into two dueling turgidly hard nubbins of woman-flesh, now engorged enough to partially penetrate one another.

Lena's strong hips rose and fell like a piston, her wet body shoving up against Angela's sweat-slick body. Angela, for her part, shoved her own hips downward against Lena as their ever-thickening clits continued to grapple in a wrestle of their own. Angela gave a gasp of lewd pleasure and hugged the Mombesian Warrior Princess to her. Then, with a soft moan and a grunt of effort, Angela bore down on her opponent in an attempt to pin her down once and for all in their tempestuous sex-fight.

So closely were they locked together, Angela could feel the other woman's ridged abs as they rippled against her. Somewhere during their frenetic struggles, Angela had lost her headlock, so now she threw both muscular arms around Lena's back again in a frontal bear-hug. Crotch strained against crotch, clits becoming like heat seeking missiles as they sought the warmth and wetness of each other's pussies.

Caught up in their battle lust, both women fought one another like a pair of cats in heat. Their breath came in hot gusts. Sounds of low growls, quick grunts and thrashing bodies was all that could be heard in that private do-jo.

"Do you give up," gasped Angela to the woman locked beneath her. But somehow she knew that it was not over yet. But she was at the point of utter exhaustion and knew that she could not last another minute. And yet she had to #. had to outwrestle her Sensei in this bizarre and erotic test of female strength.

It was then that Angela felt the throbbing sensations of approaching orgasm. Like a freight train barreling down the tracks from a far off distance, Angela felt the tell-tale tremble within her. With every stroke of Lena's penetrating clit the sensation grew stronger. Finally, Angela reached down with her head and smothered Lena's mouth with her own. Their tongues tangled, lips nibbled, mouths sucked #. driving one another crazy with their passion.

Lena's long legs came up to wrap themselves around Angela's muscular waist, thighs squeezing, ankles locking to secure the grip. The grasp of her thighs pulled Angela even more tightly against her own heaving, thrashing body. In a frenzy of movement, Angela pounded her muscular sweat-slippery body onto her teacher's, exerting the last of her own waning strength in a burst of effort. She was rewarded by Lena's scream of pleasure and orgasmic release, as Angela continued fucking the superbly muscled Mombesian princess into tribadistic submission.

"Oh yes, you have me," cried out Lena. "I yield to you. I can't take any more of this!" And it was over,  both wrestlers having climaxed at the same moment.

As the two women regained their breath, still locked together on the room-sized mat, both of them were gasping hungrily for air.  Neither seemed able to move, both seemed contented to remain wrapped together in the quiet backwash of their expended passion.

"You have graduated, my sister," finally came a low, breathless voice in Angela's ear.

Angela smiled quietly to herself and snuggled against Lena. The quickening sense of her accomplishment was only exceeded by her newly-found understanding of what it was to be a true Mombesian Warrior Woman.

What had just taken place on the training mat had nothing at all to do with "Lesbianism". Rather, it was the loving expression of two powerful females whose battle-lust had taken them into an area that few other women could even imagine.

In the midst of their all-out wrestle, with powerful female juices flowing, Angela found the meaning of true Tribadism; the sexual culmination of their hard-fought contest of female strength. It was the only possible way that a wrestle such as theirs could have its ending. It was simply the Mombesian Warrior's way.