AMAZON CITY: IILYANA'S REVENGE                                                                                     
By Stu
A city's underworld is ruled by strong amazon women.



WARNING!!! THIS STORY CONTAINS SCENES OF EXPLICIT SEX AND
VIOLENCE. MINORS AND THOSE WHO WOULD BE DISTURBED BY THIS
SHOULD NOT READ IT. 

ABOUT AMAZON CITY
In the year 2010, the vast city of Utopiopolis contained an 
extensive underworld, run by a number of separate gangs, or 
"consortiums," as they were usually referred to, made up entirely
of amazonic, athletic women. This underworld was commonly known
as "Amazon City," by both the women themselves and the large 
community of wimpy males, mostly from the law-abiding sector of
the main city itself, who were the paying lovers and slaves of
the women. 

Ever since the 1980's women had been working out and doing aerobics 
in increasing numbers and by the year 2010 it was fairly normal for 
women to be physically strong, with well-toned, in some cases very 
muscular, bodies. Women were also asserting themselves more and
more, and were increasingly becoming more prominent in areas 
normally dominated by men, such as business and sport.

Since the federal government had melted down and outlawed all
firearms in 2005, women had gradually taken over all the extortion, 
vice, drugs and protection rackets that carried on in Utopiopolis. 
With the police and courts paid off and under their control, the 
amazons virtually ran the city themselves, using their physical 
strength and threats of violence to enforce their interests.

The gangs that the amazons had formed were frequently at war with 
each other over turf, and many bloody catfights took place between 
the strong women. 

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IILYANA'S REVENGE

It was late afternoon in Amazon City, as Iilyana Yashin paced up 
and down furiously in the spaciously appointed living room of her
luxury basement apartment. She was angry because two of her 
favourite male slaves, or "screwtoys," as she preferred to call 
them, had gone missing. This was really irritating for Iilyana, 
because not only had these two slaves provided her with a 
substantial source of income, but they had also been doing a good 
job in helping to satisy her voracious sexual appetite.

She had a pretty good idea where they had gone, but not where to
find them. She was fairly certain what had happened - that bitch 
had gotten hold of them, enticing them into her domain and under her 
control. The problem was, she had no idea where the cow resided, 
otherwise she would just go round there, beat her to a fucking pulp
and snatch the two errant slaves back. Then she would probably beat 
the shit out them also, for the sheer audacity of abandoning her,
the beautiful Iilyana, for a whore like Vicky Vulgarda in the first 
place.

"Shit!" she exclaimed angrily to herself, as she stopped pacing
and stood still, drawing herself up to her  full, towering, 6ft-4ins 
height. She stood glaring at herself, 275lbs of big, sexy muscle,
in a mirror, her long, thick, mighty legs tapering down from her 
brief, thigh hugging red cotton gym shorts and into her training 
shoes. Then, clenching her huge right fist, and still looking into 
the mirror, the enormous, Russian born amazon hit an awesome bicep 
pose, her magnificent, tanned muscles, covered with wispy little fair 
hairs, on her big, bare arm as it burst from her black training vest,
bulging to 19 inches as her strawberry blonde pigtails tumbled down 
across her massively broad shoulders. Her big, thrusting tits pushed 
hard against her training vest, needing no support as she flexed her 
arm. Her facial features resembled those of Brigitte Nielson, and she 
knew she looked both frighteningly intimidating and stunningly 
attractive. If only she could find that slut Vulgarda, she thought.
She knew she would easily make mincemeat of her. 

Then the phone started to ring, shaking her out of her thoughts.
"Hi... " she started into the handset.

"Iilyana! Ah've gotta come an' talk to ya..." 

"Grace darling! It's you..." said Iilyana, immediately recognising
the rich Alabama accent of her friend, and fellow consortium member. 
"What's the problem honey?"

"It's ma boys, Iilyana! They keep disappearin'!"

"Yours too!" Iilyana responded, surprised. "And mine...yeah, come
on over... how soon can you get here?"

"Ah'll be there in an hour... chow!" said Grace and hung up the 
receiver.

Iilyana replaced the handset and considered for a moment. 
Interesting, she thought. If Grace's lovers were disappearing also,
maybe the cow was responsible for that as well. Maybe they could 
work out a plan of action when she arrived, if Grace knew where to
find Vicky that is.

Well, at least she still had that weedy little jerk Tim to play 
with, she thought, with an hour to spare before Grace arrived, and he 
was waiting in her bedroom right now. He had a pretty pathetic body,
but also had a big, juicy dick, and plenty of energy... he could screw 
for hours. She fingered her vagina through her shorts as she thought 
about it. She was feeling very horny, but also still extremely 
short-tempered, and she knew she was going to have to be careful with
him, or she might kill him during their lovemaking. She liked to wrap 
her massive, rock-hard, 36 inch thighs around her lovers' bodies
whilst screwing, and she knew only too well that she could easily 
break Tim's flimsy, gangling, 125lb body in half if she didn't 
control herself...
  
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Tim sat on the plush leather sofa, nestled into a corner of 
Iilyana's expansive bedroom, fidgeting nervously as he waited, in 
both trepidation and excitement, for his huge, sexy amazon mistress
to arrive. He had undressed on his arrival, and was clad in just a 
brief, flimsy pair of boxer shorts. Iilyana always wanted him attired 
as briefly as possible, in order to enable her easy access to his 
puny, skinny, 5ft 8ins tall body and big, thick, eight inch cock 
whenever she was ready to take him.

He tried to relax, lounging back into the soft leather upholstery,
stretching his lanky, near-naked legs out in front of him as he
fingered his large, rapidly hardening dick through the thin 
material of his shorts. He was feeling a little frightened, as
well as sexually excited, because Iilyana had seemed to be in a
ratty mood when she had admitted him earlier, and was very short
with him when she had shown him into the bedroom and ordered him
to wait. 

Suddenly the door opened and Iilyana strode into the room. Tim's
already stiff cock lurched further in his shorts at the sight of
her as she entered... she looked absolutely stunning. Her bulging,
tanned muscles, bared by her brief training gear and her 
magnificent, jutting tits, bursting against her vest from her huge, 
towering frame, combined potently to make her look frightening
and erotic as she moved purposefully toward him. Tim gasped, then
shrank back in fear as he looked up at her face. She looked stern
and impatient, and it scared him. He edged back nervously on the 
sofa as Iilyana loomed menacingly over him. She stood in front of
him for a moment, hands on hips and legs slightly astance, glaring
down at him, her blonde pigtails dangling in front, with her face
partly obscured by her big, protruding breasts, as her shadow fell 
across him.

"Okay, you little turd, listen to me." Said Iilyana in a low, but
firm voice. Tim squirmed in terror. He had never seen Iilyana 
as angry as this. "I sincerely hope you haven't been seeing anyone 
else behind my back, and that you're not thinking of deserting 
me... are you?"

Tim arched his skinny, bare legs up in front of him as he curled
into a frightened ball, pressing himself back into the sofa. "N-no,
no, I-I-I h-haven't been... I p-promise..." he stammered.

Iilyana suddenly bent down and grasped Tim's scrawny neck in her
huge right hand. Her thumb and fingers were almost able to 
completely encircle it. Then she yanked upwards and, with the huge
bicep on her right arm rippling with power, lifted him into the 
air by the throat. "YYYYNN-NNNN..! glg-ngnl-glgl...!" he gurgled
helplessly, as she almost throttled him. He thrashed his arms and 
legs about in vain, as she held him with her arm outstretched in 
front of her, suspended in the air with his feet dangling a foot 
from the floor.

"Well baby that better be true..." she hissed, gripping his neck
tighter still, "or I'll fuckin' kill ya - understand?"

"Gg-glll-ggglll..." Tim croaked, as he urgently tried to nod his
head. His hands scrabbled against her hand and her large, 
muscular arm, frantically trying to ease the crushing grip on his 
throat, as she held him hanging in the air like a toy.

"Okay then," said Iilyana in a slightly less harsh voice, "show 
me you still care for me..." and she yanked him towards her, 
released his throat and wrapped both her mighty arms around him in
a crushing bearhug. Tim's neck was relieved of the pulverising grip 
of her hand, but now he could hardly breathe as his puny, bare, 
upper body was completely engulfed by her thrusting breasts, 
straining against her vest, as she hugged him tightly toward her.

"Oooofff...uugghh..." he gasped as the breath was driven from his
body. Then, grasping the back of his head with one hand, she 
pulled his face forward so that their mouths met, and she pushed 
her tongue into his mouth in a passionate french kiss, while his
legs waved around helplessly in the air. She kissed him forcefully
for about a minute, darting her tongue in and out around the back
of his throat, all the time hugging him tighter and tighter,
until his ribs began to bend under the pressure. "Uuuuugggghhhh...
uuuuggghhh..." he grunted, on the verge of blacking out.

Iilyana then eased her crushing grip slightly and, with her powerful 
right arm curled around him, still holding him firmly pressed into 
her tits, she moved her left hand down to to the front of his 
shorts, where she started to massage his big, rock-hard cock by 
rubbing her hand up and down the cotton material. She broke the 
kiss so that she could talk to him. "Oh baby," she cooed, "I want 
that big dick of yours inside me...are you ready to give it to me?"


"Y-y-yes..." rasped Tim, barely able to speak.

"Good...good...'cos I want it now!" said Iilyana huskily. Then she
moved her hand to the top of his shorts and tugged them downwards.
His thick, poker like, eight inch cock sprang free as his shorts 
tumbled down to fall in a heap on the floor, a foot below his 
still dangling feet. Then, putting her hands under each of his 
armpits, she extended her arms and held his squirming body, now 
completely naked, high in the air in front of her her, so that his
dick, pressed hard like a flagpole up against his belly, was 
inches from her face. "Mmmmm..." she purred as she licked her 
lips, slowly moving her mouth closer to its throbbing tip. Then 
she wrapped her lips around it and swallowed his dick into her
mouth, enclosing about half of its length. With her mouth still
full of his meat, she moved her left hand down so that she 
gripped his skinny thigh and, with her right hand still holding
him by the armpit, she hoisted him over her head as though he 
weighed nothing, tilting her head back as she did so to keep his
big dick in place between her lips.

"AAAAAAHHHHH...N-N-NooooOOOO....!" Yelled Tim in surprise and 
fear. Iilyana had performed oral sex on him many times before, but
never like this. In spite of his shock, his penis grew even harder
in her mouth. She then proceeded to give him an incredible blowjob, 
by pressing him up and down over her head with just her powerful 
arm strength, like a barbell, so that his stiff, thick rod slipped 
in and out of her gaping mouth, her blonde pigtails bouncing up 
and down as they dangled from the back of her head behind her huge,
tanned shoulders. "OOOOOoooohhh....uuuuhhhh...." moaned Tim as she
quickly brought him to the verge of shooting his load  - the 
combination of Iilyana's mighty strength in pressing him over her 
head, and her hot, hungry lips devouring his rock hard dick 
bringing him to a state of incredible excitement. "Uuuuhh...
uuu-uhhh...ooo..." he whimpered, as he angled his head in total
abandon, mouth gaping and eyes glazed, over seven feet above the
floor. Finally he could hold back no longer. "Oooooohhhhh! 
Aaaaahhhh! OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH!!" He screamed as his hot, creamy 
sperm shot into his mistress's mouth with the force of a high
pressure jet. 
 
When Tim had finished shooting his load, Iilyana removed her mouth
from his penis, then hurled his naked body across the room like a
rag doll, for a distance of about nine feet, onto her king-size
double bed. He landed on his back, arms and legs flailing as he
bounced on the duvet. She stood with hands on hips facing him for 
a moment. "Right honey," she said in a firm voice, his cum 
dribbling from a corner of her mouth, "you better take a few 
minutes to get that big cock of yours nice and hard again, then 
we'll screw."

"O-okay." Tim stammered. Iilyana just nodded and headed into the
adjoining bathroom, closing the door behind her, leaving him 
sprawled on the bed, shaking. She had never treated him as roughly
as this in the past - the blowjob she had just given him was 
possibly the most thrilling thing that had had ever happened to 
him - but he was still feeling nervous because she was in such a
shirty mood, and she had already threatened to kill him. He lay on
the bed thinking about her. He could hear splashing water and the
sounds of Iilyana cleaning her teeth and rinsing out her mouth
coming from the bathroom. With the mood that his towering, muscled
mistress was in, he was not sure what she was going to do with him 
next, and he was getting really scared. All the same, though, the 
overwhelming thought of her intoxicating sexuality eventually had
its effect, and it was not long before his penis was standing to 
attention once more, as stiff as a flagpole.

When Iilyana emerged from the bathroom, she looked incredible. She 
was wearing just a brief, towelling material bathrobe, and was 
completely naked underneath. A belt made from the same material as
the robe held it all together, but only just. Her ample breasts, 
nipples only just covered by the vee of her robe, forced the 
material out prominently to the front and the side, and the 
garment only obscured the upper part of her long, shapely, 
powerfully muscled thighs. "Mmmm..." she remarked as she noticed 
Tim's once again raging erection, "I see you're ready for me 
again!"

"Er, y-yes..." came Tim's uncertain reply.

"Gooood...!" she purred as she moved toward him, her wide hips
swaying sexily from side to side on her statuesque frame, a 
hungry look in her large green eyes. Tim edged timidly towards the 
centre of the large bed. Iilyana leaned over him, her pigtails 
hanging forward, as one of her big boobs tumbled out of the top of 
her bathrobe, knob like nipple hard and erect. Grabbing hold of 
one of his ankles, she yanked him roughly toward her.

"Aaaaahhh...!" shrieked Tim as she pulled him towards the edge of
the bed, next to where she was standing. Then she quickly 
straddled his chest, giving him a brief glimpse of her wispy
blonde cunt hairs, as she moved her mighty thighs apart, before
pinning his puny body down helplessly on the bed. Tim lay flat on
his back, looking up at her massive form as she ground her crotch
into his torso. Iilyana undid the belt around her bathrobe, so 
that the garment fell open, and her other boob burst free also.
Leaning forward, she dangled her large, melon like orbs in Tim's
face. Although she was sitting on him, he was still able to move
his arms, and he grabbed hold of her tits with his hands and 
began to caress the nipples alternately with his tongue.

"Ooooh...ohh..." she breathed, "ooooooh...don't...stop..." as 
she buried his face in her tits. Reaching behind herself, she
grasped his thick, hard rod in her hand and started to 

masturbate him. After a couple of minutes, she suddenly sat 
upright again and immediately threw off her bathrobe, revealing 
her massive, powerful, sexy body in all it's naked glory, as she 
flattened his scrawny body down into the bed with the force of her 
275 pounds. Then she lifted herself up slightly and, manouvering
herself backwards, impaled her vulva onto his poker like dick.
Her cunt muscles were very strong, and her vaginal walls gripped
his dick very tightly, as she began to hump up and down on top of 
him.

"Uuh - uuh - uuh - " gasped Tim as Iilyana bounced up and down on
him, forcing the breath from his body with each bounce, his great, 
thick cock thrusting in and out of her as she did so. She stayed 
in this position for about ten minutes, continually humping up
and down on him until eventually he just lay there, spreadeagled
on his back with her huge form on top of him, staring up at the
ceiling, ashen-faced and completely out of breath. Leaning 
forward, she wrapped her big arms around his back and hugged him
into her breasts. Gripping him tightly between her enormous 
thighs, and with her vaginal muscles still clamped tightly around
his big, throbbing dick, she then rolled to her side towards the 
centre of the bed, and over on to her back, bringing her helpless, 
puny passenger with her, engulfed by her mighty legs. 

"Baby..." she breathed huskily, her magnificent breasts heaving up
and down on her chest as he lay on top of her, with his dick 
inside her pussy, his upper body almost completely swallowed up by
her massive, powerfully muscled thighs as she wrapped them around
his back, "baby...fuck me...fuck me baby...FUCK ME!!" As she 
yelled this she opened her legs slightly, allowing him to slip 
down hard into her crotch. Tim began to thrust in and out of her,
gradually getting his breath back from the long period she had 
spent straddling him, but suddenly she gripped him tighter, and
drove the air from his body once more.

"OOOOFFF...!" he grunted loudly, as Iilyana lifted her legs up,
hoisting him into the air clean off the bed. She gripped him 
tighter still between her great thighs, and his face began to 
turn red.

"Harder...fuck...me...HARDER...!" she moaned, as his huge, hard 
meat filled her now dripping cunt, but unable to thrust in and
out because she was restraining him overwhelmingly in her mighty
thighs. Then suddenly she crashed her legs down sidweways onto 
the bed, bringing Tim with her as she lay on one side, his 
skinny body hopelessly trapped between her tree trunk legs. 
"Fuck me...HARDER!" she urged and, gripping his weedy body even 
harder between her thighs, began to thrust her hips in and out, 
so that the walls of her pussy moved up and down along the length 
of his big, tightly held cock.

"OOOOOOOFFFFF! Uuuuuhhh....uuhh..." gasped Tim, as he lay on his
side, feeling himself being compressed relentlessly inwards by 
Iilyana's enormous, rock hard quad muscles, his waist and lower
ribcage sandwiched dangerously between her huge thighs. His mouth
opened and closed like a fish, and he stretched his thin legs out
and waved them around, as he struggled to breath. He was now 
terrified for his life, as he felt her terrible squeezing 
pressure, as though he was trapped between two giant logs, but was
unable to utter any more sound, except pathetic little grunting
noises. His face turned an even deeper shade of red, then it began
to go blue...

A glazed expression had now crossed Iilyana's eyes as she became
more and more aroused. She was completely unaware of her lover's
plight as she thrusted her hips. "OHHHH...JUST...FUCK ME! FUCK 
ME!" she shouted, and squeezed even harder, her great leg muscles 
rippling with power. Tim's mouth opened wider and his tongue 
dangled out, as his puny waist was compressed at the sides  still 
further. 

"Glg-glch-ughl-ggl..." he uttered, scrabbling desperately with 
his hands on her awesome, pulverizing thighs. Then he became 
unconscious.

Iilyana was in a world of her own now, as she approached her 
orgasm. Gazing up at the ceiling, she was breathing deeply, her
big breasts heaving up and down, as she continued to thrust her
hips. "FUCK ME... FUCK ME... FUCK ME..." she moaned. Tim's 
limp body jerked back and forth like a rag doll as she thrusted.
He was now completely unaware of any of this. "Oooohhh...yes...
oooohhh...!" Her orgasm was fast approaching. She began to grip
his scrawny frame even harder...

"BZZZZZZZZZZ! - BZZZZZZZZZZ!" A buzzing noise interrupted her.

Iilyana reluctantly stopped her hip gyrations and loosened her 
crushing grip slightly on Tim's lifeless body. The buzzing sound 
came again. She reached across to the bedside table and picked up 
a remote control. She punched a couple of buttons and a video 
image appeared on a small LCD screen at the top of the remote. 
"Oh, hi Grace," she greeted her friend as she recognised her 
features on the two inch screen.

"Iilyana - YO!" said Grace. "Lemme in, will ya?"

"Hang on," said Iilyana. She pressed another button on the 
remote, unlocking the front door to her apartment. "I'll be out
in a sec," she added as Grace let herself in. 

Putting down the remote, Iilyana turned and looked at Tim. His
motionless form dangled from each side of her big thighs, 
splayed out on the bed, facing up to the ceiling, eyes closed. 
"Oh, shit!" she mouthed in annoyance. Freeing her deadly grip, 
his wimpy, naked form rolled over and lay still. Prominent red
marks covered the sides of his waist, following its recent 
compression. His great thick dick was still semi-erect, 
pointing sideways at a right angle to his groin. She felt his
pulse. Amazingly he was still alive. She stood up, donned her 
bathrobe and went out into the lounge to see Grace.

"Hey!" said Grace, sitting on a sofa, as Iilyana entered the
room. "Hope Ah haven't interrupted somethin' - " as she saw 
her friend's brief attire.

"That's okay," Iilyana replied, "I was playin' with one of my
screwtoys, that's all. It's lucky you came when you did - I 
got carried away and damn near fuckin' killed him. I would've 
done if you hadn't arrived."

Grace smiled. "What? That's usually ma problem!" she laughed.

Iilyana grinned. "Yeah, right!" she said, as she looked at her 

friend, knowing that Grace actually HAD killed five of her own 
lovers in bed. She was a huge black girl, 25 years old, not as 
tall as Iilyana at "only" 6ft 1ins, but at 245 pounds was 
massive nevertheless. She too was dressed in gym gear, and her 
enormous, rock hard, ebony muscles jumped out, exposed for all 
to see, as they were barely covered by her spandex sports bra, 
brief denim shorts, socks and trainers. Her shoulders and arms
were prodigious, her upper arms, with their eighteen inch biceps, 
hinging on to her big forearms, which tapered down to her thick, 
chunky wrists and large hands. As for her mighty legs, they were 
even bigger than Iilyana's - her bulging thighs were a colossal
39 inches in diameter. Iilyana was well aware of the strength 
that her huge negress friend stored up in those great, powerful 
thighs. They often visited the gym together, where Grace 
regularly leg-pressed 1800 pounds for reps. She was no slouch in 
her upper body, either - bench-press reps of 350 pounds were 
normal for her. The five slaves that had met their demise, 
trying to make love with Grace, had all succumbed the same way - 
they had foolishly put their heads between her massive thighs, 
tounging her bushy black pussy, and their skulls had all been 
crushed like eggshells between her vast, rippling brown quad 
muscles during the wild, animal-like throes of her orgasms.

"Well Ah didn't mean to kill 'em..." said Grace, "Ah just got 
carried away that's all. Ah'm learnin' how to control mah self 
now and I ain't killed no-one for ages!"

"Well, good for you!" Iilyana laughed.

"Trouble is, Ah'm fast runnin' outta boys right now 'cos that
fuckin' bitch Vulgarda keeps spiritin' 'em away!"

"You're sure it's her? 'Cos I've lost a coupla' mine too," 
said Iilyana.

"Yeah, Ah'm positive. Ah've bin rappin' wi' some bitch who 
used to be in her consortium. Says Vulgarda's bin plannin' to
take over as many slaves as she can, from right across the 
city."

"Fuck, she could gain some pretty powerful influence if she
succeeded in that!" Iilyana exclaimed, thinking of the 
professions that most of the slaves were employed in. Police,
judges, politicians and bankers were all commonplace.

"She sure could. Look - why don't we just go round her place 
now an' work her over, real good. Sort out those boys too, if 
we can find 'em!" said Grace, clenching a big brown fist and 
waving it menacingly in the air.

"You mean - you know where to find her?" Iilyana asked

hopefully.

"Sure, she's got a place over on the Northside. Ah've seen 
it from the outside, that bitch Ah was tellin' ya about 
showed it ta me the other day. We saw Vulgarda and a coupla'
her goons goin' in the place. Let's go there now!"

"You have your car with you?" 

Grace nodded. "Uh-huh."

"Okay, let's go then!" said Iilyana. "Just gotta get changed
first though, and I better just take a look at my screwtoy 
before we go - see if he's woken up yet." She headed towards 
the bedroom once more.

"Hey, can Ah take a look?" asked Grace.

"Sure!" said Iilyana. "Maybe you can bring him around, if 
he's still out. You must be used to having slaves in this
condition!" she added, grinning.

"Yeah, Ah sure am!" smiled Grace. They both entered the 
bedroom, where Tim's weedy, naked body was still sprawled on
the duvet. He was showing signs of waking up. His eyes were 

open, and he was making little moaning noises. His great dick 
was still partly aroused, laying across the top of his thigh. 
Grace's eyes lit up as soon as she saw it. "Wow! Would ya 
lookit the size a' that piece a' meat..." she breathed. 


Iilyana smiled. "Yeah, I know..." she said. "Do you think
he's comin' around?"

"Yeah, Ah reckon so!" said Grace. She already had Tim's big
cock in her hand, massaging it enthusiastically. He was 
moving his head slowly from side to side, whimpering softly.
His penis was even now responding to Grace's attentions, 
slowly thickening and hardening with each stroke of her 
large brown hand. Grace licked her lips, a hungry look in
her eyes. "Ah sure would like ta getta mouthful a' that!"
she breathed softly.

"Be my guest then!" said Iilyana. "I gotta get some clothes 
on." She opened her wardrobe, pulled out some garments, and 
went towards the bathroom. "Hey, go careful with him, " she 
said as she opened the bathroom door, "I don't need any 
corpses in my apartment! I'm running outta slaves too 
remember..."

"Don't worry..." said Grace as she moved her mouth down, 
close to the throbbing tip of Tim's penis. Iilyana closed
the bathroom door behind her.

Tim was now waking up quite quickly. "Uuuhhh...uuhh...where
am I?" he moaned as he slowly lifted his head off the bed.
When his eyes came into focus, he had difficulty in 
believing what he saw, thinking he must still be dreaming.
There was this beautiful, enormous black girl, her mighty 
body a mass of curvaceous, powerful, ebony muscle, giving
him a blowjob, the large, gold hooped rings she wore from
each ear flashing in the air as she bobbed her head rapidly 
up and down. As he stared at her, his great dick quickly 
hardened to it's maximum in her mouth, causing Grace to
give a little "gulp" as her lips were expanded. Up and 

down, up and down, she jerked her head continously for a
couple of minutes, bringing Tim to a state of quivering
excitement, his huge cock straining to become stiffer  
still between her hungry lips.

Suddenly Graced stopped, moving her mouth away from his 
dick, and before he realised what was happening, she had 
removed her shorts and panties, and had started to straddle 
over him, so that her broad, muscled back was towards his 
face. "Oh baby! Kiss mah pussy..." she mouthed sexily. Tim
didn't have time to react - he just caught a fleeting 
glimpse of her bright pink vaginal walls, surrounded by a 
mass of bushy black fluff, as her massive, brown, head  
crushing thighs closed around both his ears, and she jammed 
her wet snatch hard into his mouth.

"Glg... ggl... glch..." he gurgled helplessly, as she rubbed
her clitoris vigorously against his tongue.

"Oh baby... lick it... lick it..." breathed Grace, as she 
closed her lips around his massive shaft once more. Then, 
still in a "sixty-nine" position, she rolled him over to the 
side, towards the edge of the bed, and tightened the grip 
she held from the dangerous reverse head scissors hold she 
now had him in. The pressure from those enormous black 
thighs was overwhelming, and Tim squirmed his skinny body 
about helplessly, as it suddenly felt as though the sides of 
his trapped head were going to cave in. His tounge still 
rasped against the tip of her rapidly hardening clitoris, 
and all he could see was a massive expanse of ebony, rock 
hard glute muscle, either side of his face over the tip of 
his nose. Suddenly Grace drew her mouth away from his dick, 
and threw her head back wantonly. "Oooohhh... oooohhh... 
aaahhhhhh...!" she moaned, at the same time flexing her 
mighty brown thigh muscles and gripping Tim's head even 
harder. After a few seconds his body went completely limp, 
and his arms flopped down across his torso. Still she 
squeezed. "OOOHHHH... AAAAHHHH... OOOOOOOHHHHH...!" she 
shouted, her voice getting louder...

Just then Iilyana emerged from the bathroom. As soon as she 
saw Tim, with his neck and torso poking out from between 
Grace's enormous, ebony thighs, she became concerned. "Hey, 
careful!" she shouted. Grace took no notice; her face was a 
mask of utter abandon as she relentlessly crushed Tim's head, 
harder and harder. Iilyana swiftly crossed to the bed and, 
exerting all her great strength, tried to force Grace's 
tightly clamped thighs apart with her hands and arms, but it 
was no use - Grace just flexed her vast brown quad muscles and 
squeezed still harder. There was no way anybody was going to 
get those legs apart, they were far too powerful. Finally, in 
desperation, Iilyana slapped Grace twice in the face with the
palm of her hand. "STOP IT! STOP IT!" she yelled. This 
appeared to have an effect, because Grace, with a surprised
look on her face, suddenly loosened her deadly grip.

"Oh! Hey...Ah'm sorry - " she started.

"That's okay," said Iilyana, but what about him?"

Grace lifted her leg and moved back, allowing Tim's body to
flop down on the side of the bed. He was out cold once more,
and his face had a bunched-up, creased appearance about it as
his head dangled back over the edge of the bed, his tongue  
hanging loosely from his gaping mouth. His nose was bleeding
slightly. "He'll be okay!" said Grace reassuringly, "that's
what mah boys normally look like when Ah've finished with 
'em!"

"Well, I hope you're right." said Iilyana.  

Grace donned her panties and shorts once more. "Come on, let's
go and sort Vulgarda out!" she said.

"Yeah," agreed Iilyana, "let's go!"

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The two amazons sat in Grace's parked car, in the Northside area 
of the city, studying the luxury apartment block just across the 
street. "How're we gonna get in the place?" asked Iilyana.

"Shouldn't be a problem," replied Grace, "look who's comin' 
along over there..." she pointed in the direction of an athletic 
looking blonde woman, about 5ft-10ins tall and 175 pounds, 
wearing a miniskirt, tee-shirt and sneakers, heading purposefully 
towards the main entrance to the apartment block.

"That's Ruth Jackson - she's in Vulgarda's consortium!" said 
Iilyana. 

"Yeah," said Grace, "maybe we oughta' persuade her ta take us 
inside..."

"Let's go," said Iilyana, opening the car door. They both 
stepped out of the car. Grace was wearing her gym gear, 
Iilyana was wearing a short, tight, one-piece dress that she 
had put on in her bathroom, while Grace was nearly compressing 
Tim's head to a mush on the bed. Iilyana's dress was off the 
shoulder, only just covering the top of her breasts, and it
stopped about a third of the way down her thighs, so that both
her awesome upper body and great powerful legs were revealed
magnificently. They intercepted Ruth just as she was turning to
head up the pathway leading to the entrance. "Hi, Ruth!" 
greeted Iilyana cheerily. "Going in to see Vicky?"

"What's it to you?" replied Ruth, not sure what to make of this

sudden intervention.

"Oh, it's everythin' ta us!" said Grace, as she moved around 
behind Ruth, grabbed hold of her left arm, and pushed it up her
back in a painful half-nelson hold.

"OW! Stop it you cow - you're breakin' my fuckin' arm!" Ruth 
shouted, struggling to get free. Ruth was a strong woman, but
nowhere near as strong as Grace, and her struggles were futile.

Iilyana stood in front of Ruth and glared down at her from her
great height. "Listen bitch," she snarled menacingly, "you're
gonna get a lot more than just your fuckin' arm busted, if you
don't get us inside there. Now - MOVE YOUR ASS!"

"OUCH - okay, okay!" screamed Ruth as Grace gave her arm another
painful tweak up her back. She was a fairly big woman herself,
but she knew she was no match for these two massive amazons, as 
Grace and Iilyana proceeded to frogmarch her along the path 
towards the front entrance. At the door she punched some buttons
on a console in the wall, the door clicked open, and they went
inside, towards some lifts just beyond the entrance.

"Okay, take us ta her front door." ordered Grace. They pushed 
Ruth into the lift, where she reluctantly pressed the button for
the eighth floor with her free right hand. Om emerging from the
lift, they turned left along a corridor, and marched Ruth about  
twenty yards along it until she stopped outside apartment 823.

"Okay, this is her place," said Ruth, "now will you two bitches
let me go?"

"Not yet, baby," said Iilyana. "You're gonna take us inside 
there. But first, how many goons she got in there with her?"

"How the fuck should I know?" Ruth protested.

"HOW MANY, BITCH?" hissed Grace, pushing Ruth's arm up a 
fraction higher.

"OW! OOUCH...!" shrieked Ruth in pain. "I think - well, she's 
usually got a couple of her bodyguards with her... they'll be
in the first room on the left... OOOUCH!"

"Okay, ring the bell." said Iilyana. "Just tell 'em it's you, 
or whatever you do to get in this place when you're alone. Ruth 
hesitated. "DO IT NOW!" commanded Iilyana, putting her face 
close to Ruth's as she spoke. Ruth, with a frightened look on 
her face, pushed a button on the door. Iilyana and Grace both 
crouched down, to avoid appearing on any video image when 
whoever was inside answered the ring.

"Yeah, who's that?" came a female voice over the intercom.

"It's Ruth." 

"Hi Ruth, come on in." said the voice, and the door clicked
open.

They pushed Ruth inside, Grace with her hand still gripping
Ruth's arm. Inside was a luxuriously appointed hallway about 
thirty-five feet long and ten feet wide, with a sofa and some 
small coffee tables about half way along. An expensive, deep 
pile carpet covered the floor, and antique mirrors and 
impressionist paintings hung on the walls. There were doors off 
to each side, and another door at the far end. "Which room will 
Vulgarda be in?" Iilyana inquired.

"Oh shit, whaddaya think I am, a fuckin' clairvoyant?" said 
Ruth. She was rewarded by Grace pushing her arm up sharply, 
to the point of it nearly breaking. "YEEOOOWWW...! She - she 
usually spends a lot of time in her bedroom - it's that door 
at the far end!" she blurted.

"Yeah, I'll bet she does..." breathed Iilyana, then she glanced at 
Grace, and nodded her head. Grace twisted Ruth's body around, 
released her arm and pushed her so that she was immediately facing 
Iilyana. Before she had time to react to her freedom, Iilyana swung 
her arm upwards in a long arc and smashed her huge fist hard into 
the underside of Ruth's jaw with a loud "CRAAAACK!!" The mighty 
blow snapped her neck back like a piece of cold celery, and a couple 
of  teeth and a fine spray of blood flew from a corner of her mouth, as 
her feet left the ground and her body arched backwards through the 
air to crash on the floor, where it remained motionless, partly 
propped up by the hallway wall. A trickle of blood ran down from 
Ruth's lips, and her jaw hung at an odd looking angle.

Iilyana and Grace started to move towards the door at the far end,
stepping over Ruth's crumpled body on the floor, but suddenly one

of the side doors opened and two large, muscled women stepped out 
and stood in front of them. One was a big redhead, about 5ft 11ins
tall and 200 lbs, dressed in a short black leather skirt, and 
matching black leather short sleeved waistcoat, which was the only
thing that covered her large, proud, red freckled breasts as they
pushed upwards at the material from underneath. She wore a thick 
pair of black hiking boots on her feet while the rest of her 
creamy, lightly freckled body was bared, displaying her large, 
fearsome looking muscles awesomely. She had a very tough, mean
expression on her face, which was highlighted by a scar that ran
down the side of her cheek. She looked like she had been in a lot
of fights. The other bodyguard was a statuesque, big-boned Asian 
woman, probably from India or Pakistan, over 6ft tall and weighing 
around 210 lbs, dressed in a tee shirt, cut off at the waist and 
arms, shorts and white training shoes. She had jet black hair that 
hung down to her shoulders. Like her pal, she too gave the 
impression of being handy in a brawl.

"WHAT THE FUCKS GOIN' ON OUT HERE?" demanded the redhead, 
clenching her fists in front of her.

"Oh, we just came ta pay your friend Vicky a visit." said Grace 
casually.

"LOOK what they fuckin' did to RUTH!" said the Asian woman 
angrily, pointing at Ruth's slumped form. 

"That's right, bitch," Iilyana responded, "and you're gonna end 
up the same if you don't get outta our way!"

"You fuckin' cow!" snarled the Asian woman. As she said this, she
sent her long, solid, coffee-coloured leg upwards in the air,  
attempting a karate kick at Iilyana's head. Iilyana just managed 
to move her head out of the way, and the Asian girl's training 
shoe smashed into a piece of timber panelling in the wall behind 
the huge Russian amazon, splintering it and sending slivers of 
wood flying through the air.

"Oh dear, I don't think Vicky's gonna be very pleased with you 
honey, damaging her apartment like that..." said Iilyana, as she
moved forward, surprisingly swiftly for a woman of her size, and
slammed her great right fist hard into the Asian girl's belly, 
doubling her up in agony on the floor. Iilyana immediately 
grabbed a handful of the woman's black hair and yanked her 
upwards to her feet again.

Meanwhile, the big redhead took a swing at Grace with her left
fist, but Grace caught hold of her wrist in her large brown hand
and held on to it tightly. She then grabbed hold of the woman's
right wrist in her other hand, and the two powerful women engaged
in a test of strength as each tried to force the other to the 
floor with their arms. Their muscles stood out in magnificent 
definition as they strained against each other with all their 
great strength. The redhead was a mighty woman, but Grace was 
bigger still and soon proved the stronger, her bulging, ebony 
muscles rippling as she gradually forced the other woman to her 
knees. 

Iilyana in the meantime had wrapped her enormous, muscular arms
around the tall Asian woman's torso, and was squeezing the big 
woman in a vicious bearhug. "Uuuuuggghhhh.... uuuggghh....  
aaaggghhhh... " the woman grunted as she felt the breath being
driven from her body. Iilyana tightened her powerful grip even 
harder, and the big muscles on her huge arms quivered as she did
so.  "Ugggghhhhh.... " gasped the Asian woman as she felt her
ribs beginning to bend inwards under the enormous pressure. She
was a tall, very strong woman, but she was helpless in the 
overwhelming grip of Iilyana's mighty arms. Then suddenly, with 
a tremendous surge of power, Iilyana threw her blonde head back 
and lifted the Asian woman's 210 pounds upwards, so that her 
training shoes were dangling six inches from the floor. As 
Iilyana lifted her, she squeezed her arms inwards with all her
awesome strength. "Uuuggghhh.... aaaaahhhh.... ooohhhh.... "
heavily laboured gasping and grunting noises emanated from the
woman's gaping mouth, as her eyes bulged under the tremendous
pressure. Iilyana kept the pressure up, and after about fifteen 
seconds a tell-tale cracking noise was heard as the woman's ribs 
began to snap. Encouraged by this, Iilyana squeezed still 
harder... CCCRRRAAAACCCCKKKK!! CCCRRR-AAA-AAACK!! SNAAAAAAPPPP!!

The Asian woman's head dangled back, and a fountain of dark red
blood issued from her mouth, as her ribcage was smashed inwards 
to a mushy pulp by Iilyana's frightening arm strength. Her body 
went completely limp, then Iilyana opened her arms and let the 
crushed corpse fall to the carpet.

While Iilyana was squeezing the life out of the Asian woman, 
Grace was getting the better of the big redhead. She had now
forced the woman down on the floor, flat on her back. Grace put 
her large brown knee on the redhead's chest, causing a couple of 
buttons on the woman's black leather jacket to snap away, and 
her big creamy orbs to almost pop out. Grace still held on to 
both of the woman's arms, as she held her in place with her 
knee, and the woman kicked her large, powerful legs around in an 
effort to escape. Then Grace placed more of her great weight 
onto her knee, causing the redheal to squeal in pain, as the 
massive negress's knee crushed down into her tits. The redhead 
was totally at Grace's mercy now, but Grace showed her none, as 
she released the woman's right arm and slammed her big, ebony 
fist hard into her jaw - CRAAAAACK! The woman's head spun round 
forcefully to the side on the carpet from the effect of the 
blow, and she lay there in a daze, moaning softly as a trickle 
of blood began to flow from her lips. Grace immediately 
released the redhead's other arm, and moved forward to that she
straddled her, with each of her great knees pressing the woman's 
arms into the floor. "Uuuhh... uuhh... " groaned the redhead as
she slowly moved her head round on the floor, barely conscious.
Grace then finished her off, by wrapping the palms of her large
brown hands around the woman's neck, and squeezing hard. The
woman's legs thrashed about helplessly for a few seconds, and
she uttered faint gurgling noises as Grace's big strong hands
compressed her neck with increasing tightness. Her eyes bulged
and her tongue dangled out from her gaping mouth. Still the huge
negress squeezed. Suddenly there came a loud "SNAP!" The woman's 
head fell lifelessly back from Grace's hands, and her body went 
limp.

Grace stood up and looked at Iilyana as they stood over the two 
dead female bodyguards. "Come on," she urged, "lets get in ta her 
bedroom!"

"She can't be in there," said Iilyana as they made their way
towards the door at the far end of the hallway. "With all the 
noise that's been goin' on out here she would have heard 
something by now!"

"Here's why she never heard nuthin," said Grace as they reached
the door, "she's got soundproofin' all around it!" They both
looked at the felt material that surrounded the sides of the 
door and the door frame.

Iilyana grabbed the doorhandle and turned it, pushing inwards.
It was not locked, and she pushed the door slightly ajar. 

Silently, she poked her head around the side of the door and
peered inside. She gave a low whistle when she saw what was 
inside the room. She opened the door further and stepped 
inside, beckoning Grace to follow her. "Wouldya take a look at 
this!" she exclaimed. 

"Fuck! Well Ah'll be... " started Grace as she looked inside.

They were standing inside a large room, which was only dimly lit 
by a couple of flourescent tubes that gave off a white light, 
tinged by a slight red glow. The room was furnished like a 
female dominatrix's dungeon, with a variety of whips, canes, 
birches and paddles hanging from racks in the walls. A wooden
bench with straps and torture implements stood against one wall, 
whilst on another wall rings, chains and padlocks hung down from 
the bared brickwork. Fastened against one of the sets of rings 
was the naked, motionless body of a slim young man. His arms 
were spread out straight at a wide angle above his head, and his 
wrists were fastened into the rings by padlocks. His legs were 
spreadeagled also, and his ankles were locked into the rings 
about a foot above the floor. Thick, red weals covered his back 
and buttocks, with trickles of blood oozing from a couple of 
the wounds, forming a dark red pool on the floor underneath. His
head dangled back as he hung there from the rings, his mouth was 
open slightly and his eyes closed. 

"This ain't her bedroom - this is her damn torture chamber," 
whispered Grace. "No wonder the fuckin' door's soundproofed!"

"Yeah, sure is," said Iilyana quietly, "and it looks like
she's been doin' her work here pretty recently... " she 
indicated the bleeding, naked body hanging from the wall.

"Well Ah'll be fucked - that's one a' mah boys!" breathed 
Grace as she took a closer look at the young man. She stepped
further toward him. "The bastard! I'll fuckin' kill 'im!"

"I think it's a bit late for that - Vulgarda's already beaten 
you to it," said Iilyana. "Oh, sorry about the 'beaten' pun. 
Look across the other side of the room over there - there's 
another door!"

Grace turned to looked across to where Iilyana was pointing.  
In the wall at the far left hand side of the room, about 
thirty feet from where they were standing, was another door.
They both approached it, and as they got nearer they could 
hear moaning and gasping noises coming from beyond. "This
sounds like her bedroom!" whispered Grace as they leaned aginst
the door, their ears pressed against the woodwork.

Iilyana looked across at Grace. "Ready?" she asked. Grace
nodded. Iilyana opened the door and they quickly stepped
inside. They found themselves in a large, expensively 
furnished bedroom, with luxury settees around the walls and 
white persian rugs strewn across the black deep-pile carpet. 
At the far side of the room were two huge double beds, each 
with ornate brass head and footboards. On the beds, seemingly 
oblivious to Grace and Iilyana's presence, two large, 
muscular women were engaging in sexual athletics with two 
smaller, slimmer young males. One of the women was Vicky 
Vulgarda herself. She was of Latin ancestory, and was very 
well built with deeply tanned skin. Her long black hair was 
spiked up on her head punk fashion, and she had butterfly 
tattoos on each of her shoulderblades. She was naked except 
for a sleeveless black leather vest, with buttons undone at 
the front so that her grapefruit like breasts were bared as 
they protruded forward. She wore short black leather boots 
with three inch heels on her feet. She was about 5ft 11ins tall 
and around 190 lbs, and the graceful, panther like muscles on 
her arms, legs and shoulders shimmered as she humped 
passionately up and down on her helpless lover, her lean, 
powerful legs entwined around his weedy, skinny ones, forcing 
them apart in an iron grapevine hold, while she pushed him down 
on the bed with the force of her strong arms on his thin wrists, 
and her vulva slid up and down on his rock hard dick. The other 
woman was a very big Oriental, built like an Olympic 
shot-putter. She was about 5ft 10in tall and probably about 220 
pounds; she had arms and legs like tree trunks. She was naked 
apart from a short-sleeve tee-shirt, as she sat on her lover's face 
with her great knees pressing down onto his thin shoulders, 
grinding her pussy into his face as it almost disappeared 
between her enormous thighs. He squirmed his body and legs 
around helplessly underneath her as she assaulted his nose and 
mouth from above with her bushy cunt.

Iilyana and Grace stood in the doorway watching them for a few 
seconds. "Well I'll be damned - that's one of my missing 
screwtoys there, the one that Vulgarda's got underneath her!" 
whispered Iilyana.

"Yeah, an' that's another one a' mah boys I lost, with the 
Chinese bitch," said Grace, "I'd know that dick anywhere!" She 
couldn't see the man's face as it was completely buried in the 
oriental girl's pussy, and surrounded by her massive thighs, 
but his stiff penis was clearly visible, pointing up at his 
belly, as he thrashed his lanky legs about impotently, 
struggling to breathe.

"HEY VULGARDA!" shouted Iilyana, "sorry if we're interruptin' 
something, but we gotta talk to ya!"


Vicky stopped humping, and turned around, her face turning to 
anger as she saw the two amazons standing in her bedroom. 
"Iilyana Yashin! What the fuck're you doin' in my apartment?" 
She turned to the Oriental girl. "WHERE'S BETH AND 
KRISHNA?" she shouted.

"Sorry Vicky, reckon you're gonna have to hire a couple more 
goons." said Iilyana. "We had a slight disagreement with them 
on the way in."

"They ain't gonna be survivin' long enough ta do any more 
hirin'," snarled Grace. She looked daggers at the Oriental 
woman. "What the fuck you doin' wi' mah slave, you slit-eyed 
whore?"

The massive Chinese girl climbed off the man's face and stood on 
the bed next to him. She looked at Grace, then she looked back 
at the man. Suddenly she grabbed hold of the man's hair and 
yanked him up to his knees. "YOU FUCKIN' BASTARD!" she yelled 
at him. "You been goin' with this fuckin' black slut? You told me 
I was the only woman in your life you little creep!"

"S-sorry - but I - er..." he stammered in terror. He was unable 
to complete his sentence, as the oriental girl's sizeable fist, 
powered by her trunk-like arm and mighty shoulder, slammed into 
his jaw with a "CRAAAACK!" sending his naked body flying across
the bed, where it landed in a crumpled heap on the floor and lay 
still.

"Never mind about beating up the slaves, Su-Ling," said Vicky,

save that for these two bitches. LET'S GET 'EM!" With that she
jumped from the bed and launched her body feet first through the 
air at Iilyana. Although she was considerably taller and much 
heavier than Vicky, Iilyana knew she was going to have to be 
careful in a fight with her, because Vicky had quite a 
reputation in Amazon City about her fighting prowess. She had
killed with her bare hands several larger opponents, both male
and female, in brawls and street fights, making her enemies
hesitate before picking a fight with her. Iilyana was still 
confident of victory, but she was caught briefly off guard by
Vicky's sudden attack, and immediately found herself at a
disadvantage, with Vicky's muscular thighs wrapped around her
neck in a flying head scissors, knocking Iilyana off her feet.

Meanwhile Grace, finally losing her cool when Su-Ling laid out
her "boy," had already taken steps toward the big Chinese girl,
fists clenched. Grace got the first blow in, driving her large
fist brutally into Su-Ling's abdomen, but the blow had barely 
any effect. The Oriental girl's stomach was very hard, and 
Grace's fist just seemed to bounce off it. Su-Ling immediately 
replied with a blow of her own, a left hook to Grace's chin that 
spun the big black girl around on her feet.

The remaining male slave, unscathed, curled up his body in 
fear, pressed against the brass headboard with his bare legs
arched in front of him, as he watched the four big amazons
going for each other. The other young man was still sprawled

on the floor between the two beds, out cold as a result of 
Su-Ling's haymaker punch.

Iilyana was now on the floor, with Vicky's tanned, python like
thighs curled around her head and neck, and she was 
struggling to breathe. Vicky's leg muscles were very powerful,
and no matter how much Iilyana thrashed her massive body
around, and pulled at Vicky's thighs with her arms and hands,
she was unable to free herself. Vicky knew she had the 
advantage, and proceeded to pour on the pressure, 
straightening her legs and locking her ankles tightly, until 
the olive skinned, deadly strong muscles on her track star 
thighs stood out in cablecord relief. "You fuckin' overgrown
slut Yashin!" Vicky taunted, "think you can force your way in 
here and kill me? Well you're mistaken, bitch, 'cos I'm gonna
crush you out first..." on saying this Vicky squeezed her legs 
together very hard, and Iilyana began to utter little gasping
noises as it felt as though her neck and the lower part of her
head were enclosed in a vice. Her face began to turn red as 
her blonde pigtails dangled from the back of Vicky's merciless
quadriceps, as they shimmered with power. 

Grace and Su-Ling were now involved in a hard slugging, no 
holds barred fist fight, as they stood toe to toe, each 
battering the other's head and body with power packed punches.
Any of these punches would have knocked out or even killed
either of the two puny males present, both the one cowering
in terror on the bed and the other, just beginning to regain
consciousness on the floor. As soon as he saw what was going
on he froze with fear also. Grace and Su-ling continued to
pound away at each other with their big fists. They were both 
large, massively strong women and they were each able to take 
the blows as well as they were able to inflict them, and it 
wasn't long before both had cuts and bruises on their faces, and 
blood dripping from their lips.

It was just beginning to feel to Iilyana as though she was about 
to breathe her last, with blackness beginning to close in, when
she got her chance to make her escape. Vicky leaned forward to 
taunt Iilyana further. "Get ready to die, bitch!" she hissed, 
but as her head came closer Iilyana was able to grab hold of one 
of Vicky's long, spiky clumps of her punk style hair, and she 
pulled it with all her might. "YOW! YEOUCH!" Vicky yelled in 
sudden pain, as it felt as if her hair was being torn out by its 
roots. She also loosened her deadly scissors grip sufficiently 
for Iilyana to be able to pull her head free. The huge Russian
blonde, once free, moved fast. She still had a firm grip on
Vicky's hair, and Vicky was in a state of surprise and pain as
Iilyana pulled herself to her knees. Suddenly, CCRAAAACCKKK! She 
smashed her massive fist into Vicky's mouth hard, ripping out a 
handful of Vicky's hair as her head jolted violently around, and
a few teeth and globs of blood went flying as she was sent 
crashing back to the carpet. Iilyana immediately leaped on top
of the dazed woman.

Grace meanwhile was still struggling with Su-Ling, but it had
now developed into a wrestling match, with Su-Ling having an
advantage as she gripped Grace's head tightly in a headlock,
while both were still on their feet. Su-Ling's thick, powerful
arms pressed inwards on Grace's neck, causing the Alabama amazon
to wince with pain. She soon managed to find a way out though.
The big Chinese girl manouvered her body around slightly as she
administered the headlock, giving Grace the opportunity to slam
her elbow into Su-Ling's gut with all her power. "OOOOOOFFFFFF!"
gasped the oriental girl in pain and sudden shock. She slackened
her arm grip for a moment, long enough for Grace to free herself
and grab Su-Ling in a strong headlock of her own. Her mighty
brown biceps swelled to their full eighteen inches as she 
tightly compressed Su-Ling's head in her arms, and now it was
the Oriental girl grimacing in pain as the negress poured on the
pressure, her wrists clasped tightly together. Then suddenly 
Grace released her wrists, so that she was gripping Su-Ling only
with her left arm, and began pounding her big right fist like a
hammer, repeatedly into the Chinese girl's face... WHACK! CRACK!
BAM! until streams of blood ran down from her smashed nose and
mouth. Grace kept this up until Su-Ling was almost out on her
feet, her face a bleeding, broken mess, then she released her
arm and allowed Su-Ling to drop to the floor, where she lay 
gasping and groaning. Grace then seized her opportunity to 
straddle Su-Ling, wrap her right arm around her neck again, and
pull her body around until she had Su-Ling in a body scissors,
the big black amazon's mighty, 39 inch thighs wrapped around
the Chinese amazon's abdomen, so that the base of her ribcage
and her stomach were both enclosed in an ocean of ebony muscle.
Grace wasted no time in putting on the squeeze, straightening
her legs and pouring all of her awesome 1800 pound leg press 
strength into the hold. "Ynnnghhhh... uuunnngggh... uuugghh..."
groaned the oriental girl as she sruggled to withstand the
enormous pressure, like being crushed between two huge oaks,
as Grace's enormous brown quadriceps rippled with power. After
about thirty seconds though, Su-Ling's ribs and waist gave in
to the immense crushing pressure, SNAP! CCCRRAAAAAACKK! SNAAAP!
her bones began to fracture and crackle, and her eyes gaped
as if in a trance at the ceiling, while her tounge dangled out
and a thickening flow of blood began to pour from her lips.
Her large legs moved slowly and painfully around on the floor.
Then Grace put even more effort into the squeeze, her thighs
bulging as Su-Ling's torso crumbled like an eggshell... 
CCCRRRAAAAAAACCCCCKKKK!! SSNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPP!! Her body
gave a slight jolt as blood and bits of gut spouted from her
mouth like a fountain, then it fell back and lay motionless.
The big negress opened her enormous thighs and let Su-Ling's
crushed remains roll onto the floor, then she turned to see
how Iilyana was faring.

The huge blonde was now straddling Vicky, her great thighs 
either side of her face and her knees pressing her stretched out 
arms into the carpet. "YOU FUCKIN' LOW LIFE SLUT!" She snarled, 
"You think you can steal our men and get away with it? HUH?"
With that, Iilyana began smashing her enormous fists brutally 
hard into Vicky's unprotected, vunerable jaw and face, left and 
right repeatedly in turn. CCRRAAACCKK! BAAAAAMMM! CRRAAAAAACCKK!
Vicky's face and shatterEd jaw were soon reduced to a bloody 
mush, with most of her teeth broken or knocked out, as the 
massive blonde continued her terrible pounding, BAAAAAAAAAMMMM!
BAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMM! CCRRAAAAAAACCCCKKKKK! After a couple of 
minutes, Iilyana stopped, stood up and looked at Vicky Vulgarda's 
body. There was hardly anything left of her face, it was just an 
ugly red mess, and a dark red stain was spreading rapidly across 
the carpet. She had stopped breathing, and was completely still 
as her eyes stared lifelessly up at the ceiling.

Iilyana and Grace exchanged glances at each other, and looked
at the two bodies on the floor for a moment, then they turned
their attention to the two terrified slaves, as they cringed
and cowered their naked, puny bodies against the wall and the
headboard. "N-n-n-ooooohhhh... p-p-l-ease... !" They begged
as the two huge women advanced towards them, fists clenched.

"You fuckin' got some explainin' ta do!" hissed Grace as she
approached her former slave. 

"What d'ya fuckin mean, wimp, leavin' me for another woman?"
snarled Iliyana at her ex "screwtoy," with a furious 
expression on her face.

The two shaking young men began to breathe in short, shocked
gasps in their sheer terror, and one of them began to piss 
himself...

The End
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THE AMAZON CITY SERIES
Further stories are planned in the Amazon City series, as 
well as further chapters in the Denny Kane's Amazon's story.
Your comments, complimentary or otherwise, letters from 
gorgeous amazons wanting to come and ring my doorbell etc -
are all welcome!

Stu March 1998
email stu99@mailcity.com