Amazonia
by GJ



Disclaimer: Dear readers.... This story is a work of pure fiction . All the
characters and situations are fictitious and bear no resemblance to anyone
actually living or dead.

Amazonia

Hello there. My name is Dudley Frank and I am a reporter for the
Anthropological News. It is my job to search out stories relevant to all thing
related to artifacts, bones, past civilizations, and the like. I am small in
stature, but I make up for it in my tenacity in following a story to it's end.
I am thorough to a fault and an expert on the topic. Ok dear readers so what's
the big deal here. Well I have a secret passion. One that is all consuming. I
eat, breathe, sleep and fantasize about it. I am a slave to female muscle,
power and dominance. I suspect we share that in common.

Currently I am researching about the very secret Amazon society which
flourished for centuries. Rumor even had it that this distaff group of warrior
women still existed. So here I was, in the archives of the Museum of Natural
History in NYC. I had leafed through hundreds of drawings and accounts of the
deeds of these incredibly fierce, strong, muscular women. One thing was clear,
they only used men to produce female offspring and as beasts of burden. When
the hapless male was too old, too tired, or just to weak.....well he was put
to death by some beautiful female sword, fist, quads, bicep, feet or calves.

One thing I never knew was that these women kept trophies of their kills. I
had seen old photos of excavated ruins detailing whole "museums" of male
genitalia and assorted body parts. They seemed to favour removing the male
jawbone and decorating it with golden inlaid or other assorted precious
metals. They even routinely shattered them and made puzzles for the young to
play with. Think of it as a crude number puzzle, where the pieces had to be
moved around, or in a jigsaw configuration or even the rubix cube so popular
years ago. Sometimes I imagined what it would be like to be one of their
unfortunates. Would the pain of a female steel fist cleanly kill, or would my
vanquisher toy with me, bringing me to a sexual frenzy before the "fist de
grace". Can you see where this is going dear readers?

Taking a break from my labours, I decided to have a bit of lunch. I chose an
upscale cafè right across from the Museum on Columbus Ave. Once ensconced
there, I was perusing the extensive menu, sipping a Lillet on the rocks. I
never saw Her come in and be seated. However, I did hear a collective intake
of breath from the male luncheon crowd. Looking up from the section of fish, I
immediately lost my breath. Have you ever, dear readers, seen someone who
could do that, take your breath away simply by Being. The cause of my beating
heart and palpations was this incredible woman.

She was blond, with Nordic features such as high cheekbones and round cheeks.
Although sitting down now, I estimated her weight to be in the 225 lb. range.
Her body fat level was maybe 5%. So if we do a simple calculation, we
ascertain that the muscular component of her physique was approximately
....... Have you taken out your little calculator and figured it out yet, dear
readers? Well its 213.75 lbs. I could see from my vantage point, that her
bared, vascular arms had full cut biceps. I would imagine they would spread
any tape to at least 22". While not seeing her legs completely, I could see
now and then a glimpse of them. Her huge quadriceps were at least 34". Her
chest was easily a firm 44"and her pectorals occasionally strained the
confines of the stylish frock that she was wearing. She had an even, golden
tan all over, which helped to enhance her beauty and overall healthful
radiance.

So, one word came to mind, as I sat there trying to regain my composure. Can
you guess what that word was dear readers? Come on think hard?
Yesssssssssssss! That word was AMAZON. I was in the presence of a real woman,
who represented all my fantasizes, lusts, desires and prurience . I had to
meet her. Perhaps she could be useful in my..... mmmmmmmmm.... academic
studies on the subject of female supremacy. Rising with my glass of golden
liquid, with its lime floating atop, buoyant as I now needed to be, I
approached her.

I came to her table, approaching her head on. In that way, I hoped she would
not consider me an enemy, and vanquish me on the spot with her huge knuckled
fist. I began to speak and as I did, I noted a small tattoo on the inner part
of her arm. I had just seen a similar symbol in a book I had so recently
referred to. "Excuse me, I muttered.....I could not help but notice your
ancient mark, there on the inside of your arm. I am Dr.Dudley Frank, from the
Anthropological News. As I extended my business card to her, I continued
with......I am doing research on the ancient order of Amazonia, and that
tattoo is very similar. Would you mind if I sat down and joined you?"

She looked up at me with the most clear, radiant golden-flecked eyes I had
ever seen. Taking my small stature in at a glance, she smiled and nodded in
the affirmative. As I sat down, getting past the first hurdle, I could smell
her scent. It was a mixture of musk and something else...a cloyingly alluring
female essence which included perspiration and muscle power. Lost for a
moment, in the examination of my card, I looked closer. I noted a thick thatch
of hair under each arm. Since it was summertime, beads of sweat rolled off her
impossibly huge arms and down her pits, to fall languidly into the cosmos of
our enclosed space. I was light headed now, and on the verge of ejaculating
into my brand new pair of boxer shorts.

Satisfied with my bona fides, She looked up at me and extended her hand.
"Hello, my name is Gwendolyn. How may I be of assistance to you, my little
man?" She laughed as she said "little man" With ease she broke my puny hand,
breaking all the little bones with a crunchhhhhhhh. Tears began to swell in my
eyes as the pain became so intense. I was on the verge of passing out. My pain
was her joy and Gwendolyn relished it with great intensity.

Through my veil of pain, I managed to say......."I am studying the ancient
Amazonia I merely wanted to do some research. You fit the profile of a woman
who could be from that group of bellicose woman. Please take me to a hospital
now, for I can't feel anything in my hand and it is moving up my
arm..OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH." Moving next to me, this AMAZON slowly put her huge
bicep around my neck and rested my head on it. Then she flexed once, and I WAS
out. She even wiped away the blood and drool that began to slowly trickle from
my mouth.

I woke up in a beautiful setting. I was in a huge house. It was appointed in
an ultra contemporary style. As I groggily raised my head, I saw a receptacle
under my face. It was half full of drool and blood. Using my good arm, I felt
and examined this artifact. I concluded it was fashioned from human bone. My
curiosity heightened, I stood on storm- tossed legs and attempted to
reconnoiter my surroundings. Just as I made it to the door of this living
room, Gwendolyn came through it.

Seeing my weakened condition, my AMAZON laughed and reached out to squeeze my
jaw...."And how is my puny little Dr.'s jaw feeling. Is it throbbing?....Does
it feel unhinged?.....Speak if you can puny man! Does the doctor need a
doctor, hahaha." As I winced while her hand examined my facial damage, I noted
that she had changed into something more elemental, more primitive. It looked
like a loin cloth fashioned from some sort of pelt. Around her biceps, neck
and quads were artifacts. As I looked closer.....Oh My God, they were made of
human teeth. Gwendolyn was now in the garb of a fully fledged member of the
Sisterhood.

As she squeezed harder, I started to leak more from the fissure in my jaw.
Soon her hand was covered in it. She seemed to get sexually turn-on, if I
might use the vernacular. I tried to answer her......." Hard to talk now,
pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeee, you are breaking it.""AWWWWWWW is the poor, weak male
breaking down so easily? Well come with me and I will show you around. Do not
pass out unless I tell you. If you do, the pain you are feeling now is like
the bite of a flea on an elephant."

Leading me with her bicep around my head, squeezing but not breaking, we went
to a wall of that room. With one extended muscular arm, my Tormentor extended
one hand and turned a book in the bookcase to the left. As if by magic the
tome of books parted, and I made out a hidden chamber lit in fluorescent
light. In moments we were in a sort of archival museum. As we walked..really I
was dragged along...Gwendolyn pointed out her prized possessions. Can you
guess dear readers what they might be? Sure, that's correct. On the walls were
all sorts of combat weapons of yore such as dirks, swords, spears, bows and
arrows, and hatchets. Further on were human skeletons, all picked clean. One
could almost hear their silent cries of pain right before blessed death took
them.

Suddenly we stopped at one display. I could see that it was indeed made up of
parts of human male jaws. Some were intact and others were broken into bits
and pieces and scattered in different arrays, just begging to be reassembled.
Dreamily looking at this, Gwendolyn announced that this was her favorite of
all. However I noted on space remaining in the well stocked exhibition. Can
you guess what's next dear readers?

Smirking and lifting me way above her regal head, this Mistress of Muscle
explained further with, " So Dr. .....You wanted to know if I might assist you
in your studies on the topic of Amazonia. Is this not correct?" I nodded as
her floor began to get redder and redder. "So you see that we do exist and
have been through eternity. We are modern out of necessity BUT we still cling
to the ancient ways. It's ironic really because YOU will be assisting me now.
I need to finish my display and you will help me in this regard. Come now, for
the fun begins momentarily."

Soon we were in another chamber filled with massive exercise equipment such as
I have never seen. The mammoth weights would be impossible to lift for mere
mortal men but not for the women of this ancient order of POWER. On one wall
was a rope and pulley system. The remains of one poor soul dangling from its
confines. I was led to a box like affair. My Mistress shoved me in it. Only my
head stuck out. I could see Gwendolyn put on a pair of gloves. I could see
bone fashioned where her knuckles would be.

Walking towards me in the most seductive manner, this Mistress of Mayhem
flexed each huge arm. They swelled to unbelievable proportions just as my
penis began to swell and drip. Coming next to me, Gwendolyn, in the most
Florence Nightingale type voice, said....." Poor man you must be so thirsty,
come drink and refresh." With that she raised first her right arm to me and
told me to lick, suck and drink from the underside of her arm. Then she
offered me her other ball of steel and I greedily drank from its salty brew."
Now that you are refreshed, let us begin puny one."

Her huge fists began to work on my face breaking everything they slammed into.
I could not move. I was trapped in this infernal box. My head sprung back and
forth so many times. Soon pieces began to fall from Me. In about fifteen
minutes Gwendolyn had her puzzle pieces and I experienced what I had dreamt
about in my fantasizes about her Sisterhood.

After cleaning and such, I became part of her collection. It was fitting was
it not, for I had truly found the Motherhood of Power.