The Amazon Squad
by M.C.
One day my incredibly strong wife, and her equally powerful friends, decided to have some fun. After that, the world would never be the same.


Author's note: The events described in this story are purely fictional; they
never actually took place. But maybe someday in the future they will. Who knows? 
I can dream, can't I?


I was sitting on the sofa and running my fingers through my wife Nancy's long
beautiful brown hair. We were watching the Super Bowl but Nancy hardly seemed 
interested - I guess she was just keeping me company. After the first half ended 
with the Pittsburgh Steelers ahead 28-0, Nancy turned to me and said, "From what 
I've seen of this game so far Honey, all they seem to be doing is banging into each 
other. It doesn't look so complicated to me."

"It's a lot more complicated than that, Nancy," and I went on to explain the finer 
points of football to her. "Everybody on the playing field has a job to do; and if 
even one player doesn't do his job, then the play fails. A good football team is a 
well-coordinated machine; and we're probably now watching the best football team of 
all time!" When she heard me say that, Nancy began to giggle. "What's 
so funny?" I asked her.

"Oh, you just gave me a lovely idea, Sweetie Pie."

"What's that?"

Nancy gave me a cryptic smile before saying, "You'll find out soon enough, Honey; 
tee, hee, hee." The second half began and Nancy now seemed to be paying much more 
attention and asking me lots of questions about the rules of the game, its strategy, 
and what each player is supposed to do. The game ended in a massacre as the mighty 
Steelers crushed the Atlanta Falcons 49-0. "Like I said earlier Nancy, this Pittsburgh 
Steeler team is the greatest team in history." My wife's response to that was to giggle 
again. "We'll see about that, Honeybunch," was all she said. I had absolutely no idea 
at the time what she meant by that.

After the game ended and I started to clean up the dishes (we had ordered
pizza and beer for the occasion) Nancy took out her cell phone, smiled at me
and said, "I'm going to call up a few of my girlfriends honey," then she
disappeared into our bedroom. I couldn't make out what she was saying from the
kitchen, but I did hear her giggling (in case you haven't noticed by now, Nancy 
giggles a lot). But couldn't help wondering what in heaven's name my wife was up to?

It turned out that I didn't have to wait too long for an answer. Nancy emerged
from the bedroom a few minutes later with a wide grin on her beautiful face.
"Guess what honey? Your wife and her girlfriends are going to challenge this
'greatest team in history' of yours to a football game -- the girls against the
boys; tee, hee."

After I recovered from the shock of hearing this - with my giggling wife standing 
in front of me - I began to take stock of the situation. Nancy and her friends are 
not what you'd call 'normal' females. They are all very large and extremely strong, 
athletic women. Nancy, who stands six feet tall and weighs in at a very muscular 
225 pounds, is a champion power lifter. Several of her friends are bodybuilders, 
professional wrestlers, and one, Betty, her best friend, is a circus strongwoman. 
In short, they are all, large, strong and very fit females. But do they really think 
they have a prayer against the mighty Pittsburgh Steelers -- a team that didn't lose a 
single game all season?

"Oh, Sweetie Pie," Nancy said with a giggle when I expressed my reservations to
her idea, "You really don't know me and my friends very well do you?"

"But Nancy, there are just eight of you. That means you'll all have to play both 
offense AND defense; even the toughest men can't do that. Furthermore, you said 
you wouldn't play with helmets or protective pads. You're going to play against the 
super bowl champions wearing one-piece bathing suits?"

My wife giggled again, reached out, and playfully pinched my cheek. "Yes, Honey, 
we will. First of all, my girlfriends and I are all very fit - so playing offense 
and defense shouldn't be a problem for us. Wearing helmets will just muss up our 
pretty hair, and the pads those men wear, they're not at all sexy. While our one-piece 
bathing suits show off our sexy, muscular legs and arms.

And as far as there being just eight of us, well there are only twenty-two of them 
right? (in American football there are eleven men on offense and eleven on defense). 
So the way I see it sweetie pie, the odds seem pretty even." Nancy pinched my cheek 
again and added, "Don't worry, Honey; we won't rough them up too much, just enough 
to teach them -- and everyone else including you, Sweetie Pie -- a lesson."

"What lesson is that, Nancy?" My beautiful wife flexed her massive 18-inch biceps, 
smiled and said, "It's called 'girl power'. That we can be just as rough and 
tough as you guys - tougher in fact. So just relax honey; I'm sure it'll be a lot 
of fun... for us girls, that is."

"What do you plan to call yourselves?"

"What else? The Amazon Squad."

The very next day, Nancy and her friends held a press conference and issued their 
challenge to the Super Bowl champions. And, much to my surprise, the Pittsburgh 
Steelers accepted it! The reason, as their macho, arrogant coach explained, was 
"To put women in their place once and for all!"


One week later, on the day of what all the press was now calling the "Battle
of the Sexes", Nancy, dressed in her one-piece bathing suit (I do have to
admit, she did look gorgeous in it) and I drove, not to the football stadium
where the game would take place in about two hours, but to her favorite beauty
parlor to get her hair done! "There are going to be tens of thousands of people 
watching at the stadium, Honey," Nancy explained to me, "as well as tens
of millions more on TV. So the girls and I want to look our very best for the
game. You know how fussy we females can be about our looks."

We arrived at the beauty parlor and I met the rest of Nancy's team ? seven other 
large, strong and tough women who, despite their size and strength, still looked 
surprisingly feminine; beautiful in fact. The 'girls' entered and each sat down in 
the chair of their favorite beautician. "Give us the works," Nancy said to no one 
in particular, "we have an important date today." The women all began to giggle 
when she said this.

The scene that was now playing out before me in the beauty parlor was one that
could only be described as surreal. Here were these eight women about to play
a football game against perhaps the greatest NFL team of all time, and they
were all laughing and giggling with each other while getting their hair done!
Yes, surreal is definitely the word I would use to describe it. It was like they 
didn't have a care in the world! An hour later when Nancy and her Amazon Squad 
emerged from the beauty parlor with their beautiful new hair-dos and dressed in 
their bathing suits, the 'girls' and I all got into our cars and drove to the stadium.

Though packed with more than 80,000 spectators, the football stadium became 
very quiet when Nancy and her Amazon Squad walked out onto the playing field 
just a few minutes before the game was scheduled to start. How, most of them were 
no doubt wondering, could these eight women possibly think they stood even the 
slightest chance against the mightiest football team ever? And playing in just sexy 
bathing suits no less! To be sure, they were all large and powerfully built women, 
each of them at least six feet tall and over 200 muscular pounds, but they were 
literally dwarfed by their vastly larger opponents. 

So as the Amazon Squad took to the field against the Pittsburgh Steelers, I couldn't 
help but feeling extremely apprehensive about what was about to happen. After all, 
they're just eight women playing against the undefeated Super Bowl champions. It 
was going to be a massacre, right? And, as it turned out, it was indeed a massacre; 
only not quite in the way that I, along with everyone else, expected.

As the girls stared up at their massive opponents, Nancy smiled and said, "We'll 
kick off to you guys first; after all, age before beauty, tee, hee." What transpired 
next had to be the most incredible event that I, along with the 80,000 spectators 
plus the millions more watching on TV, could have possibly imagined. For not 
only did Nancy and her Amazon Squad beat the mighty Pittsburgh Steelers -- they 
CRUSHED them! Despite playing with only eight women, they were so much 
stronger and tougher than the Steelers that they completely dominated them in 
every aspect of the game.

On offense they were virtually unstoppable, breaking through would be tacklers
with ease. It would take two or three of these big, strong men to finally tackle 
one of these women; and that was only after she dragged them along for a few more 
yards. And when they did finally bring her down, she would simply get up, fluff 
up her hair and giggle as she went back into the huddle.

On defense they were even more devastating. Because there were only eight 
women, Nancy decided to rush four and keep the other four in the backfield. But 
so strong were the women rushers that they easily pushed aside the 275-pound 
offensive linemen as if they were children, and either tackled the quarterback, 
(sacked in American football jargon) or forced him to rush the play, there-by 
making mistake after mistake. And whenever a running back did manage to avoid 
being tackled by one of the rushing Amazons, he would be pummeled by the four 
in the backfield. And as the game went on, the Amazons dominance over the 
Steelers only increased.

At the end of the first quarter the women led the mighty Pittsburgh Steelers 14-0, 
and by halftime their lead increased to 28-0. I went into their locker room at the 
half and couldn't believe what I saw. What were Nancy and her friends doing? 
These eight big, strong, sexy women were sitting down giggling with each other 
and brushing each other's hair! "Hi, Sweetie Pie," Nancy said when she saw me 
enter, "enjoying the game?"

"Yes! You girls are amazing; totally awesome! You're crushing them!" I went
over to my super strong wife and gave her a loving hug.

As I did so, she said. "Thank you, Honey, that was sweet. But the truth is we're 
actually taking it easy on them?"

"What do you mean, Nancy? You're beating them 28-0. They haven't even come
close to scoring yet; you're walking all over them!"

"I know, Honey. We really didn't want to rough them up too much in the first half; 
they might not want to continue the game, and the girls and I are having so much 
fun out there. It would be a shame if it ended now. Now, be a dear and brush my 
hair so it'll be nice and pretty for the second half." As I took Nancy's hairbrush and 
began to stroke her long, beautiful hair, I couldn't help but wonder (and not for the 
first time) how such strong and tough women can be so soft and feminine at the 
same time.

Three minutes before the halftime ended, Nancy turned to her friends and said, 
"OK, Amazon Squad, let's go back out there and kick some more butt!"
Giggling like little girls, these eight large, powerful women ran back onto the 
football field to continue their utter destruction of the Pittsburgh Steelers.

The massacre that began in the first half only intensified in the second. Instead of 
scoring two touchdowns, as they did in the first and second quarters, in the third 
they scored three; breaking tackles with ease on offense, and on defense, stopping 
the most potent offense in NFL history cold. The Amazon Squad entered the fourth 
quarter against the Super Bowl champions with an incredible 49-0 lead!

Standing on the sidelines, I could hear the girls giggling when they huddled; they 
were really enjoying this. And every time they scored a touchdown, which was 
often, instead of high-fiving each other as men do, they would fluff up their long, 
beautiful hair (the female answer to high-fiving Nancy would tell me later). And as 
Nancy and her team of Amazon super women continued to pound the Pittsburgh 
Steelers to dust, I couldn't help but feel sorry for them. After all, they were the 
Super Bowl champions, undefeated throughout the season. Indeed, they had 
crushed most of their opponents. And yet here they were getting crushed... by just 
eight women!

When, mercifully for the Steelers and their fans, the horrific ordeal finally ended, 
the mighty Super Bowl champions were reduced to nothing more than a bunch of 
battered and beaten men. (Although Nancy insisted that her team tried not to rough 
them up too much, she did concede to me afterwards that,  "Perhaps we girls did 
get a little bit carried away occasionally. I guess sometimes we don't know our own 
strength"). As opposed to the Steelers, Nancy and her Amazons looked pretty much 
the way they did when they emerged from the beauty parlor: fresh as daisies with 
their beautiful hair-dos mostly intact. I ran out onto the field and took a picture 
of Nancy and her friends. They were all smiling and pointing to the scoreboard 
behind them which read, "Amazon Squad 70 - Pittsburgh Steelers 0"

Overcome with awe, I gave my amazing wife a long and passionate hug.
"Incredible honey! You girls were absolutely AWESOME!"

"Thanks, Sweetness; the girls and I all had a lovely time."

"I kind of felt sorry for their cheerleaders (most of whom were crying now having 
watched their heroes get destroyed by these eight super women), and also their fans 
-- they had absolutely nothing to cheer about."

"Well, that was their fault, wasn't it Honey? If they had been cheering for us
instead, then they would have had plenty to cheer about," she said with a smirk.

There was one cheerleader who was not crying; in fact she was smiling. Janet, one 
of Nancy's teammates on the Amazon Squad, noticed this and walked over to 
where she stood. "Did you like what you saw us do?" she asked the now giggling 
cheerleader.

"Oh yes! You were all so... so wonderful!"

Janet and the cheerleader gazed into each other's eyes. Then the large, strong 
woman bent down and lifted the giggling cheerleader up over her shoulder. "I'm
taking you home with me, you pretty girl you. We need to explore this more
deeply."

At the same time, several other members of the Amazon Squad walked over to
the battered, beaten, and humiliated Pittsburgh Steelers, still in shock at what 
Nancy and her friends had done to them. They each picked out a player and then 
also lifted him up over their shoulders and began carrying them off the field. 
"Where are you taking us?" one of the stunned players meekly asked.

"We're taking you guys home with us so we can have some more fun with you. As
the old saying goes 'To the victors goes the spoils'. Well, we're obviously the 
victors and you're our spoils."

While this was going on, I turned to my amazing wife and asked, "Why were you
all giggling and fluffing your hair throughout the game, Nancy?"

"We wanted to show everybody that we're not just strong and tough women; that 
we also have a soft, feminine side to us. And what better way to do that than by 
giggling like little girls and fluffing up our pretty hair while we were mopping 
the floor with the Super Bowl champs?" Nancy then put one of her powerful arms 
around me and in a soft, sweet voice said, "Come, Sweetie Pie; let's go home and 
watch the replay of the game while we cuddle in bed. After all, there's nothing like 
crushing the Super Bowl champs to put a girl in a sexy mood, tee, hee, hee."


Two Hours later, Nancy and I lay on our large bed (with her on top of course), 
watching the replay of her Amazon Squad's destruction of the Pittsburgh Steelers. 
"Doesn't Betty have beautiful hair," Nancy asked me as we watched her friend and 
teammate break four tackles and smash her way to a touchdown in the first quarter. 
"It's so soft and fluffy. I just love the way it swishes around when she runs." Once 
again I was amazed at how Nancy, as well as all the other women of her Amazon 
Squad, could be so incredibly strong and tough, and yet be so feminine at the same 
time. "It's because we're women, Honey," she said when I asked her about it.

"Yes you are... you're super women!"

Nancy reached down with her strong right hand and began to gently fondle my
penis; then she gave it a firm squeeze. "Remind me again, Sweetie Pie, who did
you say was the greatest football team of all time?"

"Err... why the Amazon Squad, of course."

For the umpteenth time that day Nancy giggled before saying, "That's right
Honeybunch, and don't you ever forget it." After watching how easily Nancy and
her team of strong, powerful women utterly destroyed the mighty Pittsburgh
Steelers earlier that afternoon, I seriously doubt that I, or anyone else who 
witnessed their incredible performance, ever would forget it. And I also began to 
feel that from now on, the world as I knew it would never be quite the same.