Battle of the Jungle Queens
By Soxs


     Their bruised and battered armies had returned from the latest 
battle with no winners declared.  Both tribes had been at war for two 
months and each army was down to but a few able bodied soldiers. The 
tribes themselves were small in number and deep in the African jungle.  
Their armies had fought with crude knives and spears, causing much 
damage to either side. Large sticks also played a cruel role in the 
combat.  Skull smashing was the purpose for these at close range combat, 
and they proved a favorite by both sides. 
  The tribes were each ruled by queens...their kings having been killed 
in the early fighting.  On each throne sat large women, muscles rippling 
and hard from years of hard toiling and burdens of the tribal life.  
They fumed at having their armies in total chaos from the ficious 
battles that had raged at their command.  Each screamed insults at their 
battered generals and both thought about their next moves. 
   Messengers were sent from both tribes with notes for the opposing 
queens. Each queen read her note and sent an answer to her rival.  The 
notes read exactly the same...I challenge you to settle the war between 
our tribes. I will meet you alone and unarmed in the sunrise clearing at 
dawn. Their answers also read alike...I accept your challenge and will 
show you no mercy. 
   The entire tribe watched as the muscular queens trodded off to meet 
each other in a one on one final.  Their bodies glistened in the predawn 
light as their large muscles rippled through their skimpy bra tops and 
loin cloths. 
   As they stepped into the clearing...each dark skinned amazon queen 
glared at the other.  They removed their tribal ornaments from their 
bodies and placed them to the edge of the clearing.  Sandels were 
removed from their feet next and they stood facing each other...hair 
loose and dangling from their heads. With deep sighs, each stepped into 
battle...certain that only one of them would leave the clearing alive.  
With pause, the queens grasped each other in tight upper body locks!  
Their huge muscles strained against each other as they fought in a close 
circle, grunting and groaning under the pressure of deadly embraces. 
Queen Fatle lowered her huge arms to Queen Arluk's mid section, crushing 
her into a grueling bearhug.  Queen Fatle lowered her arms to meet her 
opponent's and bearhugged her back.  They struggled violently in a wide 
circle, straining body to body as the sun rose slowly in the east.  Each 
began to sweat from the tight embraces each had clamped onto the other. 
   Queen Fatle leaned forward and bent her opponent back...causing them 
to stumble.  They lumbered into a bordering tree and broke apart.  Both 
queens wiped the sweat from their brows and prepared to clash again. 
Once more they lumbered into each other and whacked together into 
another fierce body to body lockup!  The women struggled furiously about 
the clearing and cursed as they fought.  A sharp knee to queen Arluk's 
groin brought the large woman to her knees.  Queen Fatle had to follow 
her down as she could not hold the woman up. Now on their knees...they 
continued to squeeze the breath out of each other in crushing bearhugs.  
They leaned their heads onto each others' necks and fought tightly 
together. 
   The women stayed locked together for what seemed like 
forever...moaning and gasping as they strained to crush each other.  
Queen Arluk bit into her opponent's shoulder, her teeth sinking into the 
screaming woman's soft flesh! Payback for the knee to her groin. Queen 
Fatle returned the favor and clamped her teeth onto her opponent's 
shoulder!  Like two snarling wildcats, they fought each other locked 
with teeth and bearhugs.  Each screamed out as they continued to inflict 
damage to each others' shoulders and ribs.  The exhausted women swayed 
from side to side before rolling down to the ground, still locked 
together by their biting and bearhugs.  Now, they wrapped their legs 
together into a double leg scissors, crushing each other even further!  
They stayed motionless on the ground, fighting for breath and fighting 
to stay alive!  Blood flowed from their wounds as sweat flowed down 
their bodies. 
   The women rolled slowly and cruelly together, crying and snarling as 
they bit into each other and squeezed with all their might.  A sickening 
cracking sound arose from their entangled bodies.  Each woman shuddered 
in a mass of muscular conflict.   They released their teeth from each 
other and gasped drastically, gulping in air as they relaxed their 
crushing holds on each other.  With a dreadful cry, queen Fatle grasped 
her rival's throat and in her last attempt to win, strangled her 
opponent until she moved no more.  The injured queen Fatle struggled to 
her feet and limped back to her tribe,ending the war. Two days 
later...she died...from crushed ribs...as her opponent had suffered.