WAR IN THE WOODLANDS As was her established custom, War Star jogged through the densely wooded forest that comprised the better part of the reservation. However, her reason for jogging took on even greater significance since the rumors and rumblings about poaching of wild game on Indian lands. So, her daily jog though the woods evolved into a sort of unofficial patrol as she kept on the lookout for suspected poachers. Of course, the unforgiving and sometimes treacherous terrain would have been a definite obstacle for most. But War Star possessed more stamina than any wildcat as she traversed the steepest hills, easily hurdling rocks and boulders that lay strewn in her path. But on this particular afternoon, War Star would need every ounce of that stamina and strength as she was soon to encounter an obstacle of a very different kind. After running nearly seven miles, War Star stopped for a needed breather on the muddy bank of the Sandstone River. Dipping her hands into the rushing torrent, she splashed handfuls of icy cold water over her heated face. Refreshed and ready to resume her run, she suddenly heard a tremendous rustling in the foliage just ahead. Thinking that perhaps she was about to be confronted by bear or an even bigger beast, War Star froze into a defensive crouch and waited. But her astonished eyes beheld an even more unfamiliar and frightening sight as an enormous woman appeared from behind a cluster of pine trees. The presence of this unearthly Amazon inspired awe and then anger as War Star noticed the dead deer which was slung over her huge shoulder. The giantess seemed not at all concerned as she lumbered over to the river's edge before dropping her kill to the ground. Then she casually glanced over at War Star who was still debating her course of action. And the dark warrior had every reason to ponder her next move as she sized-up the challenge before her. Never before had the Indian girl been so taken aback. But never before had she seen anyone or anything that remotely resembled Giganta. Weighing close to 300 pounds and standing nearly 7 feet tall, Giganta was simply breathtaking by any standard. Adding a touch of the grotesque to her already unworldly appearance were the bizarre tattoos that covered her torso. Fierce images depicting lions and panthers were intermingled with those of vultures and skeletons, snakes and spiders. War Star found herself taking a deep breath before breaking the awkward silence. "I'm not sure whether you're aware of this or not, but according to Indian law, only tribal members are allowed to hunt on Indian lands." Giganta continued to ignore the dark warrior as she kneeled on the river bank and then began slurping water into her mouth like an animal. "DIDN'T YOU HEAR WHAT I SAID? YOU CAN'T POACH DEER ON INDIAN LAND. YOU'RE BREAKING THE LAW." But Giganta remained rather unconcerned as she lifted her face out of the water just long enough for a terse reply. "GIGANTA NO NEED LAW. GIGANTA NEED FOOD. NOW, YOU GO AWAY BEFORE I KILL YOU LIKE DEER." The implications of her words were abundantly clear even through her broken English. And War Star bristled with rage at the Mexican Amazon's total disregard. "WELL, I GUESS YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE THIS DIFFICULT," she shouted. Then, moving quickly, War Star raced behind Giganta and leaped upon her stooped back. The huge woman bellowed like a wounded beast as War Star proceeded to lock her muscular arms around the surprised woman's neck. Then she scissored Giganta's mammoth waist with her own equally mammoth thighs. Giganta rose unsteadily to her feet with War Star glued to her body. A guttural groan pierced the quiet of the woods as the Mexican giantess stumbled about. There could be no question as to whether War Star's powerful arms and legs were actually causing the monster pain. They were indeed. And the Indian's limbs trembled with power as she exerted unbelievable pressure. Reaching back over her shoulder, Giganta attempted to peel War Star off . But her efforts backfired as War Star squeezed and strangled her all the harder. Growing weaker by the moment, an idea finally occurred to Giganta. Instead of charging madly about and taking backhanded swipes at her opponent, she suddenly changed course and charged like a Bull Rhino in reverse. THUUUUUD . . . . War Star felt a sharp, deadening pain in the center of her back as 300 pounds rammed her against the trunk of a tree. Dizzy and lightheaded, the Indian tried to gather her wits as she found herself lying at Giganta's feet. Remarkably, she managed to get to her knees before a pair of huge hands locked together in an even larger fist, came crashing down on her already injured back. The unyielding ground rushed at her face and her gaping mouth kissed the dirt. Now, it as Giganta's turn to mete out some punishment of her own as she dragged War Star about by the hair. Using the screaming Indian as a sort of broom, Giganta swept the ground clean with War Star. Then, as if to punctuate the humiliation, Giganta would occasionally pause just long enough to deliver a savage stomp to War Star's aching body. But the worst was yet to come as the giantess planted her foot, the size of a frying pan, in the small of War Star's back and then wrenched her arms back into a brutal surfboard hold. The incredible agony was almost more than she could bear. Not only was her back a throbbing mass of pain, but her arms were being twisted with such force that she feared they might literally snap at any moment. Vacillating precariously between reality and unconsciousness, War Star somehow mustered the strength to wriggle her wrists free of Giganta's iron grip. Regaining the use of her arms allowed her the mobility to escape the surfboard. And War Star crawled and then rolled away from Giganta as quickly as she could, but her escape was only temporary. Because Giganta had other ideas, and one of them included beating the Indian about the head and body with fists the size of bowling balls. Each time War Star attempted to rise from the ground, another clubbing blow felled her. "GIGANTA WARN YOU. NOW I BEAT YOU TO DEATH," she promised. Fortunately for War Star, the giantess was not gifted with particularly speedy reflexes. This enabled the dark warrior to dodge her most lethal blows before launching a counterattack of her own. It took a while for War Star to actually clear the cobwebs from her battered brain. And this she accomplished by playing a life and death game of cat and mouse. Again, it was fortunate for War Star that her oversized enemy was not much of strategist as Giganta chased the elusive Indian for what seemed like hours. Scampering behind trees and hiding behind rocks, War Star frustrated her pursuer to point where Giganta came to a sudden halt as she panted for breath. Seeing her hated tormentor frozen with fatigue seemed to envigorate War Star who bolted from behind a tree, leaped high in the air, and landed a perfect flying dropkick to Giganta's exposed chin. The stunned giantess reeled backwards as the force of the dropkick sent her plunging into the Sandstone River. War Star splashed in after her. Empowered by an almost inhuman rush of adrenalin, War Star grabbed the big beast by the hair of her head, whipping her upright. Then, clamping one hand into Giganta's crotch, and the other firmly around her throat, War Star amazed even herself when she lifted the 300 pound hulk high overhead. Howling like a crazed animal, Giganta flailed her arms and kicked her feet. But there she was, held helplessly in mid-air like a human barbell. But War Star had no intention to merely demonstrate her awesome strength. After all, she'd previously pressed more than 350 pounds in the gym. However, Giganta was hardly deadweight as she thrashed about in the air. And the Indian girl beamed with confidence as she body- slammed Giganta into the river. Of course, the giantess hit the river's bottom with such force that a layer of mud oozed back to the surface along with her body. Spouting water like a whale and groaning pathetically, Giganta no longer seemed invincible to War Star. And the 7 foot Amazon was absolutely humbled when War Star latched onto her sodden hair, yanking her head in between her much feared 28 inch thighs. Screaming in an almost womanly fashion, Giganta soon felt the incredible crush of the standing head-scissors. In order to punish Giganta further, War Star dropped to her knees, wrenching Giganta's neck with her full weight while dunking her head in the murky waters. The relentless crush of the headscissors coupled with the continual dunking, left the sputtering giantess as weak and intimidating as any forest chipmunk. Taking pity on her foe, War Star relinquished her hold and then dragged the waterlogged woman onto the riverbank. Soggy and apparently comatose, Giganta lay prostrated at War Star's feet. "Now, I think you're probably willing to cooperate. Just so you understand, I'm placing you under arrest for the illegal poaching of wild game." But as it turned out, the beast was actually playing possum as she grabbed War Star by the ankle. Then she twisted the ankle so ferociously that War Star yelped and went down on her derrier. "YOU NOT TAKE ME NOWHERE," vowed Giganta and she sounded as if she meant it. Surprisingly, the mammoth Mexican moved faster than a speeding locomotive as she threw her 300 pounds on top of War Star. Over and over they rolled, as War Star and Giganta grappled in the dirt. At first, neither seemed able to secure an advantage. But Giganta's sheer bulk proved too much as she ultimately wrestled War Star onto her stomach. War Star grunted and gritted her teeth as the giantess planted a knee into the small of her back. The same back which had been so cruelly tortured earlier. Then, lacing her fingers beneath War Star's chin, Giganta pulled back on her neck and head until the Indian felt as if her back was actually in danger of breaking. 300 pounds of pure power perched on her back while arms the size of telephone poles played havoc with her neck. "THIS TIME I BREAK NECK." And this time, War Star thought she might be right. Fortunately, War Star's thickly muscled neck wasn't about to break that easily. Of course, that fact alone didn't discourage Giganta from trying her level best. But War Star couldn't afford to risk it as she managed to slip her head out of Giganta's chinlock while a desperate surge of power freed her completely. Angered by the pesky Indian, Giganta retaliated by blasting War Star in the back of the head with one of her hamhocks. Ironically, the punch actually aided War Star who flew forward and for the moment, out of harm's way. Stalking after the dazed warrior, Giganta attempted to squash War Star once and for all. And she leaped into the air with the clear intention of landing on War Star like a bulldozer. But instead, she came down in the dirt in an embarrassing lump. Unhurt except for her dignity, Giganta's 7 foot frame rose quickly above the cloud of dust that her fall had stirred. Turning her head back and forth in frantic confusion, her eyes searched in vain for the missing Indian. However, War Star wasn't the type to flee in the heat of battle. So it shouldn't have been a shock when a pair of muscled thighs suddenly scissored Giganta's head from above. And while Giganta swayed under the intense pressure and pain, War Star swung from a tree branch. Trapped once more between the Indian's terrible thighs, Giganta pushed with all of her considerable might against bulging hamstrings. But having already experienced the awesome strength of War Star's scissors, Giganta must have sensed that escape was futile. And this time, War Star would not yield to feelings of pity. So, extending her legs fully and locking her ankles in place for a final time, War Star squeezed ruthlessly until she actually heard the ugly but unmistakable cracking of Giganta's jaws. Muffled whimpers followed as the giantess lapsed into unconsciousness, her 300 pounds hanging limply from between War Star's rigid thighs. Then, separating her thighs, War Star watched as Giganta fell to earth much like a gigantic boulder landing at the bottom of a deep canyon.