DENNY KANE'S AMAZONS
By Stu
Denny visits an island full of amazon women.


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WARNING!!! THIS STORY CONTAINS SCENES OF EXPLICIT SEX AND VIOLENCE.
IF YOU ARE A MINOR, OR WOULD BE DISTURBED BY THIS, DO NOT READ IT.
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A story about a 5 ft 9 inches tall, 145lbs and skinny, white, 32 
year old male who can't resist hunting for big, powerful amazon 
women, and especially enjoys meeting big, sexy black girls.

On reading through the alt.amazon-women.admirers newsgroup one day,
he came across a posting recommending a little known island in the 
Caribbean, as a place to find amazon women galore.  He went there and
met Dellah, the girl of his dreams... black, beautiful, 22 years old,
6ft 2 inches tall... and a massive 265 lbs of awesome muscle! 

Dellah became his girlfriend. 

This is the story of their relationship, eventually returning to 
London and living together, and making return visits to Kaluga, where
they get into all sorts of adventures!   

PRELUDE 1
It had been a long, sultry day, and Denny was glad to be home at last
from work.

As soon as he entered the spacious apartment that he shared with 
Dellah, he removed his office clothes, hung them in the large
mirrored wardrobe in the bedroom and dived into the shower.

He was glad to be home, but he was also frightened.... frightened of 
Dellah! As he stood in the warm refreshing shower, the water 
cascading over his gangly, puny frame, he thought of her, and what 
she might do to him that night, and trembled.

The reason for his fear was because he was certain he had cheated on
her once too often this time, and he was sure she had found out about
it. Recent memories of the terrible, bloody beating she had given him
the last time were still fresh in his mind; she had almost killed him
on that occasion and some of his broken bones had only just finished
healing. It was only about two months ago that he had left the 
hospital, after a fortnight's agonising stay. 

He stood in the shower and wondered if he should quickly pack his
things and get out while the going was good, ie. before Dellah came 
home from work. He figured that she would be home in about two hours 
time, allowing for her usual visit to the gym for a workout on her 
way home. That would give him plenty of time, he thought, but he 
would have to make a decision soon as to what to do.

Denny then leaned back against the tiled wall of the shower and began
thinking about his relationship with Dellah, and how they had first 
met.

It had all begun six years ago, when Denny was aged 32....

CHAPTER 1

Denny Kane sat in front of his PC, surfing the Internet. Since he had 
bought a modem about three months previously, he especially enjoyed 
this activity. He had discovered many web sites relating to amazon
muscular women and he had bookmarked them all, as he was really 
turned on by these ladies. He enjoyed downloading the pictures and 
reading the pages, but of special interest to him was the "alt.
amazon.women-admirers" newsgroup. This newsgroup was fantastic! 
Pictures to view and save, stories to download, information about
amazons etc.... this was right up Denny's street!

On scouring through the titles of the current batch of postings in 
the newsgroup that day, one entry in particular caught his eye...

"MANY AMAZONS IN KAL..." 

He clicked on the entry and loaded the article.  It was from a guy
who lived in Miami, Florida.

"MANY AMAZONS IN KALUGA!" It was titled. Denny went on to read 
further...

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"I've just got back from a vacation in Kaluga, and let me tell you
it's an incredible place.  It's totally uninhibited, and there are

plenty of amazon women there!

"You may be wondering...where the hell is Kaluga?? Well, I'd never 
heard of it either until about a month ago when I accidentally 
stumbled across its web page on the net...

"http//www.com_websurfer/com.com~/pretty/super/info/highway/.com
.com.com.isthisalongurlorwhat.com.etc.etc.etc.kaluga.com..."

"Why don't you try it for yourselves! Feedback to the group would be
interesting..."

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"Good thing its got a link you can click on," thought Denny. He would 
have hated having to type all that lot in.

He selected the link, and about forty seconds later he was staring in
disbelief at a brightly coloured web page...

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KALUGA.......THE ISLAND OF YOUR DREAMS, OR YOUR NIGHTMARES...?

This page is run by the KALUGA APPRECIATION SOCIETY. It has been
visited (square icon) times since 8/6/97.

ABOUT KALUGA

Kaluga is a small tropical island, measuring roughly 30 miles long and 
15 miles wide, situated in the Southern Caribbean, about 80 miles
North-East of Trinidad and Tobago. The interior of the island consists
mostly of rain forest, with tree-covered hilly regions along the 
centre, whilst around the coast run wide, idyllic beaches covered in
smooth, golden sand. 

On April 1st, 1982, a rich, anonymous Mr X bought the island for an
undisclosed sum, believed to be in the region of $250 million. His 
initial reason for buying the island was because he was a keen 
conservationist, and wanted to try and protect the large breeding
colony of leatherback turtles that annually laid their eggs in the
magnificent, sandy lagoon at the North of the island. The turtles' 
survival had been threatened several times, before Mr X bought the 
island, by some nasty oil-tanker spills in the area, a couple of which 
had only just missed dumping their loads all over the lagoon. 

After Mr X had bought Kaluga, he decided to try to make some money out 
of the island by turning it into a totally uninhibited vacation resort,
with sex, gambling, porn shows etc all readily available. His own 
particular sexual interest was statuesque, muscular women and he was 
keen to ensure that plenty of amazonic females were attracted to his 
island! He also wished to employ some of them in his island security
force. He started by building several luxury hotels along the beaches 
at the South of the island. Each hotel has its' own private sandy 
beach, its' own casino, nightclubs, discos, restaurants and 
aerobics/weight training gyms. Then he added more nightclubs, 
restaurants, gyms and shopping plazas along the main street between the 
entrances to the hotels. His ambition was to turn Southern Kaluga into 
a fun city, combining the night-life features of Amsterdam, Las Vegas, 
Hamburg and Bangkok with the added spice of an exotic tropical island 
setting!

And boy has he succeeded! The southern tip of the island is taken up by
an exciting, vibrant, seductive city set along a beautiful, lengthy 
tropical beach, whilst the rest of the island is a relatively unspoilt 
haven for wildlife. The turtles have survived and breed annually in 
large numbers in the Northern lagoon. If you really want to let your 
hair down, you've got to spend your next vacation in Kaluga. There's no
place like it!

However, be warned! Kaluga can be a very dangerous place. Mr X runs
the island along with several very shady associates - Mafia types, 
Colombian drug gangs and so on, who provide the internal security for
the whole of the island. In effect, this means that whilst within each 
hotel and its surrounding area, where all the money is being made, 
security is relatively high, outside of these areas on the rest of the 
island there is virtually no policing whatsoever.

Do not stray into these outside areas! Many violent gangs and
individuals, male and female, lurk in these parts, waiting for
unsuspecting tourists to rob or rape. Many murders are committed in
the course of these crimes, all of which go completely unpunished. 
It's total anarchy out there...avoid it!

However, don't worry! As long as you stay within the confines of the 
hotels and surrounding city you will be perfectly safe. This shouldn't 
be a problem, because everything you could possibly wish from 
a wild, sexy holiday can be easily be found within the hotel areas. 
Just one word of warning here, be careful who you invite back to your 
hotel room, male or female! The security does not extend to the hotel 
rooms themselves and there have been several incidents, particularly 
recently, of tourists being robbed and badly beaten up, in some cases 
killed. Either a gang of women, or possibly one or two individual 
females, are suspected to be responsible for the latest dozen or so 
cases, because in all of the recent incidents males have been the 

victims. There are a lot of tough, powerfully built women in Kaluga, 
and these amazons are easily capable of beating the shit out of the 
wimpy men who flock to the island looking for them. After the crime 
they simply vanish out of the hotel into the night, and probably no one
will ever catch them, or even try and find them, for that matter.

Don't worry though, the vast majority of people who visit Kaluga have
an unforgettable time and return home safely, eager to visit again in
the future. It just takes a bit of common sense, that's all...

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Denny sat goggle-eyed in front of the screen, amazed by what he was
reading. He had never heard of this island before, but he quickly 
became determined to go there just as soon as possible. On reading
further, the web page went on to show a map of Kaluga, with a
separate downtown section showing all the hotels and listing all the 
email addresses. Underneath this was a set of instructions giving 
travel details, how to get to the island, and so on. The island had no 
airport; it was served by several ferry routes from the surrounding 
islands and the South-American mainland.


It would be quite an expensive trip, but money was no problem to
Denny. He had made plenty of it during his career with a merchant
bank in the City of London and he could easily afford it, just as he
could afford the beautiful luxury apartment that he owned, facing the
River Thames in the fashionable London Docklands area.

And so it came to be that, just three weeks later, Denny found himself 
standing with his travel bags in the large foyer of the Hotel 
Tropicana, Kaluga City. He stood and looked around him, as he waited
behind a young couple in the queue at the reception desk to check in.
His journey from London had consisted of a flight to Port of Spain,
Trinidad, then a stimulating ferry trip to Kaluga City. On glancing 
around at his fellow passengers on the ferry, as it ploughed
through the deep-blue Caribbean beneath a clear blue sky and hot
tropical afternoon sun, he had seen young and middle-aged men and
women of many different races, many of whom seemed in party mood. He
had noticed several attractive young women amongst them, and at least 
two or three who were well built, athletic types. His cock had started 
to harden in his pants as he looked at them. Kaluga looked like it 
could be a very promising place!

As the ferry approached Kaluga City harbour, at about 3pm, Denny had 
a good view of the Southern half of the island, with its long golden
beaches fringed by palm trees, with higher terrain in the background
rising to 2000 to 3000 ft, most of which consisted of jungle. Kaluga 
City itself formed a contrast to the wild tropical scenery, its 
skyscraper hotels springing upwards alongside four miles of the 
seafront, all of them opening on to wide golden beaches dotted with 
palm trees.  
 
On disembarking from the ferry, the passengers had been directed to 
the arrivals hall of a spacious, air-conditioned terminal building. 
Denny had remembered from the text he had read on the Internet that 
there were no passport controls on Kaluga, therefore there was no 
record of anyone who went there. The last stamp on his passport was 
for Port of Spain, and officially he would still be there. No guns or 
hard drugs were allowed on Kaluga, and all arriving tourists were 
frisked by security guards and spot checks were carried out on their 
baggage. Denny was searched by a strapping, powerfully-built, blonde-
haired female guard, of Scandinavian appearance, whose bulging, 
sun-tanned biceps burst out from the tight short cotton sleeves of her 
khaki uniform. He could barely conceal the bulge in his trousers as she
ran her hands up and down his body.

On leaving the terminal building, Denny had boarded a hotel courtesy
bus that had taken him and several other new arrivals to the Hotel 
Tropicana. It was a fairly short journey from the ferry terminal to 
the hotel, along just one main road that went into the downtown area of
the city. 
 
As he stood behind the young couple in front of him waiting to check
in, Denny looked around him at the reception area of the hotel. Some
steps led down to a bar, beyond which a large, glass, sliding door 
opened on to the swimming pool. Tropical plants and small trees were 
scattered around in pots and containers.  An outdoor bar continued on 
the outside around the edge of the pool. Young people of many different
nationalities in shorts, tee-shirts and swimming costumes mingled 
around the pool and bars, drinking and talking amongst themselves. 
Denny noticed several beautiful young women amongst them, including, 
sitting perched on stools at one end of the inside bar, two very 
well-built dark-haired girls of Mexican appearance. They both wore 
tee-shirts, short socks, trainers and very brief shorts, displaying 
their long, tanned, muscular legs as they sat on the stools sipping 
their cocktails. Denny took a deep breath. This was already looking 
like it was going to be a very interesting holiday indeed!

"Good afternoon Sir, do you have a reservation?"

Denny's eyeing-up of the two luscious amazon girls was suddenly 
interrupted by a sweet-sounding Canadian voice behind him. He turned 
and faced the extremely attractive flame-haired female receptionist
who was addressing him. She had a beautiful, freckled face with big 
green eyes and a pert nose. The freckles continued down her neck and
all over the top of her very generous breasts, the upper portion of
which were bared beneath the "V" of her hotel uniform jacket.
The jacket had a name badge attached with the name "Francine" 
displayed.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             
"Yes I do." Denny replied. "The name s Kane. I emailed my reservation 
to you about a week ago."                                                                                                                                     

Francine tapped some keys on a computer keyboard.

"Ah yes, here we are. You have booked for ten nights, with the option
of staying longer. Here are your keys Mr Kane. Room 501. The lifts
are at the far end of the desk. Enjoy your stay!" 

"Thanks, er, Francine." he muttered, as he ogled the wonderful display 
of freckled tit-flesh that she was presenting him with.

Denny took the keys, picked up his bags and made his way to the 
lifts, and the fifth floor. His room was large, with a king-size
double bed, a spacious bathroom and shower, and a balcony with a view
out across the hotel bar, swimming pool and beach area. As soon as he
arrived in the room, Denny, who was dressed for travel in a casual
summer shirt, lightweight trousers, casual jacket and trainers, threw
his case on the floor of the wardrobe and flicked open the lid. Then
he removed his clothes and ran a shower. From what he'd seen already,
his cock was already hardening. He couldn't wait to get changed and
get out there, start enjoying his holiday and get amongst those 
amazons, assuming he could find some that is, and there certainly 
seemed a pretty good chance that he would!

About an hour later, refreshed after his shower and wearing a 
short-sleeve tee-shirt, thin cotton shorts, white sports socks and
trainers, Denny left his hotel-room and made his way to the lifts, in
order to find something to eat and explore the hotel. The time was
now 5pm. His skinny, pale white arms and legs were visible to all 
because of his attire, but he didn't care; the weather was very warm
and from what he had seen so far, there was no strict dress code in
this hotel. People were wearing everything from formal suits to
the flimsiest of swimming costumes.

The first thing he did when he arrived in reception was to deposit a 
large amount of the cash and travellers cheques that he had brought
with him with the receptionist for safe-keeping. Francine, the
beautiful flame-haired girl from Canada who had checked him in took
his money, and handed him a book to sign into. Then he made his way
along a corridor which ran at right angles to the hotel entrance,
along which were several brightly coloured signs and entrances, 
leading to various clubs, restaurants and bars. Along the opposite
side of the corridor was a low wall beyond which was the swimming pool,
poolside bar and, further along, the beach. Quite a few people were 
milling around in the corridor, including two or three attractive 
hookers, dressed to kill in mini-skirts and high heels, who 
propositioned him as he walked passed.

"Hi-ya honey! Wanna take me for a drink?" came a couple of sexy 
voices.

"No thanks, not at the moment." Denny replied. He was hungry following 
his long journey, and in any case these girls, whilst pretty, couldn't
exactly be described as amazons. He continued to stroll along the 
corridor. Loud, throbbing music, of various different types, emanated 
from the doorways of the various clubs and bars that he passed. Upon 
entering one open doorway he found himself inside a large casino, with 
many people sitting in front of rows and rows of slot-machines, 
endlessly pushing tokens into the slots. Others gathered around the 
Blackjack and Roulette tables, behind which stood good-looking male and
female dealers. A Country and Western band were performing on a stage 
at the far end of the casino. It was just like Las Vegas! Denny didn't 
have the slightest interest in gambling (except perhaps his life for
coming to Kaluga in the first place!) and quickly returned to the 
corridor.

He entered another doorway and was inside a fairly large, dimly-lit 
bar, with loud, thumping reggae music playing from a jukebox in the 
corner. People sat around the bar and at tables, while a few others 
danced. Hazy layers of smoke hung in the air and there was a strong 
smell of marijuana as a few people smoked joints. There was a stage
here too, upon which this time a young naked man and woman performed,
having sex across a large wooden table. This was more to Denny's 
liking, but he was still hungry, so he returned once more to the
corridor. 

Inside the next entrance was a restaurant. Denny seated himself next
to a window that looked out to the corridor, so he could watch the
people, but his attention was strongly distracted when he noticed the
waitress who was coming to serve him. She was gorgeous...and just
Denny's type! She was African and muscular, roughly 180 pounds in
weight and about 5 feet 10 inches in height, taller than Denny. The 
name "Zulaya" was emblazoned across her name badge. She looked like 
an off-season bodybuilder in her red cotton one-piece tunic, and
Denny's cock lurched violently beneath his shorts as she bent over
his table to wipe the surface with a cloth, her powerful looking 
ebony biceps rippling as she did so. Zulaya had big arms, which made
Denny's own pale, thin ones look weedy in comparison. As for her 
legs, she displayed a generous view to mid-thigh level beneath her

mini-tunic, and Denny gasped as he looked at them. They were like two
solid columns of shapely brown muscle as her big bare legs tapered
downwards, from her prodigious thighs, which looked as though they 
oozed power, to her large, oval shaped calves, black muscle glistening 
in the light all the way down. Her calf muscles were enhanced 
alluringly by the three inch stilettos she was wearing on her feet. She
had a lovely face, with large eyes and thick, pouting red lips. Long 
black dreadlocks tumbled about her head and face. Denny guessed her age
at about twenty.

"Hi," Zulaya enquired, "Can I take your order?" in what may have been
a Nigerian accent.
 
"Er...I'll...er...er, have the fish please." stammered Denny, barely 
able to concentrate as he nervously viewed her big brown muscles over
the top of his menu. "W-w-with rice and er, coffee, thanks." His
prick was now rock-hard and standing to attention like a flagpole, 
making a very obvious lump in his shorts as it almost poked its head 
through the top of them. He was sure Zulaya could see the bulge as she
wrote down his order.

He finished his meal, all the time eyeing Zulaya as she returned to his
table to top up his coffee and take his bill. He left her a generous 
tip and left, deciding to return to the restaurant in the near future 
in order to meet her again and, hopefully, get a date. He would be more
prepared next time and he wouldn't be taken so much by surprise at her 
powerful appearance. Right now he wanted to go and get a beer or three,
and then see if could pluck up the courage to chat up women.

Dusk was beginning to settle in as Denny strolled out to the poolside
bar. It was cooler outside now, as the sun set, than it was in the heat 
and humidity of the afternoon when he had arrived. A pleasant breeze 
blew in from the ocean and it was a wonderful atmosphere out here now
in the balmy tropical evening. A steel band played on a stage at one 
end of the swimming pool, while a dozen or so people danced on an 
open-air dance-floor. A lot of people were about, chattering and 
laughing, sitting around at the bar, at the pool and at tables with 
straw parasols that were lined up in rows leading down to the beach.

As he approached the bar, he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks,
astounded by what he saw in front of him. There, perched on a stool 
next to the bar about twelve feet from where he stood, was yet another
dusky amazon girl, and she looked even bigger than Zulaya! She was
dressed like a hooker and displayed huge muscles in her black lycra
cycle shorts, red cut-off vest and red stilettos. The front of her
vest was pushed outwards by a nice-sized pair of breasts, each one
about a handful in size. She noticed Denny staring at her and smiled
at him. Denny felt himself irresistibly drawn towards her and he 
started to move slowly in her direction towards the bar.

Denny smiled nervously back at the big negress as he approached, and 
his aching prick lurched uncontrollably once more under his shorts as
he had a good look at her. She was a huge woman! As she sat, with one
great black thigh crossed over the other on the stool before him, 
Denny could see that she was much taller than him at at least six 
feet. As he stared at her, he became mesmerised by the sight of her
massive ebony muscles, which bulged menacingly from beneath her vest
and shorts.

He eventually drew level with the amazon and stood shakily next to
her at the bar. She smiled at him once more, eyeing the bulge in 
Denny's shorts as she did so. Then she spoke.

"Hi Honey, why don t you sit down...you wanna buy me a beer?" she
asked, in a slightly husky, sensuous voice.

"S-sure..." stammered Denny. He seated himself on the stool beside
her and ordered two beers from the barman. Then he turned and looked
at her again.

"What's your name, Honey?" she enquired.

"I-I'm Denny..." he stuttered. "What's yours?"

"Juanita." she replied, eyeing him up and down. She had a beautiful
face with big, almond eyes set into high cheekbones, but there was 
also a slightly mean, menacing air about her, emphasised by her 
jet-black hair which was tied in a large knot above her head, adding
to her height.

As Denny eyed Juanita back, he still couldn't help running his eyes 

over her massive, sexy, ebony physique. Now that he was seated next 
to her on the bar stool, he could see up close how big and powerfully
built she really was. She was much bigger than him. Her thin, 
clinging red vest, hanging on her broad, powerful shoulders, had a 
cartoon drawing on the front of a muscular amazon woman holding aloft
a huge, heavy, bending barbell with one arm, and was thrust outwards
and to the sides by her jutting breasts. Her arms, folded in front 
of her as she sat facing him, were very big and her legs, one crossed
over the other, were absolutely awesome...like a pair of mighty 
tree-trunks. Her thigh-hugging lycra cycle shorts, that stopped about
six inches above the knee, bulged outwards as the thin black material
followed the curves and sweeps of her enormous quad muscles. Her huge
calves were the size of baseballs and very muscular. Denny s own bare
legs were just inches away from Jaunita s now as he sat facing her, 
and they looked absolutely pathetic by comparison. His pale, skinny 
lower limbs were like puny twigs compared to Jaunita s own two awesome,
black, solid pillars of muscle! His rock-hard cock was jammed up 
against his belly and was almost bursting through the top of his shorts
as he gaped nervously and excitedly at her huge body and compared it to
his. He had picked up hookers in the past, during several 
"amazon hunting" holidays overseas, but Juanita was bigger and much 
more muscular than any of them.

The barman placed the beers down on the counter. "Two dollars please." 
he said.

US dollars was the currency used in Kaluga, and beers at a buck 
each seemed pretty reasonable to Denny. He put a few coins on the 
counter and raised his glass towards Juanita.

"Cheers!" he said, feeling a little more confident now.

"Cheers." she replied, as they touched glasses. Then she leaned across 
closer to him until, from her superior height, her eyes gazed down into
his face from above. "I like you Honey" she purred, "You wanna fuck 
me?"

"Er, well..." started Denny, temporarily unsure of himself, 
"Maybe...let's have a few drinks and talk a bit first, okay?" He really
did fancy fucking her, but was wary of having sex with her in case 
she was HIV. Should be okay if he used a condom though, he thought, 
and he had brought a plentiful supply. He also really wanted to
wrestle her if she would agree.

"Okay baby, we fuck later!" came her husky reply. "What you wanna 
talk about?"

He nervously sipped his beer. "Well...er, I was interested in you.
Where do you come from?" he inquired.

"I'm from Brazil, but I came to this island about a year ago."

"What made you decide to come over here?"

"In Rio De-Janeiro, I couldn't make much money, but over here I can
make a lot more." she replied. 

Denny leaned across towards her slightly, "You look like a really big 
strong girl," he whispered. How tall are you? Are you a bodybuilder or 
something?"

"I'm 6 foot 1, 25 years old and I weigh 230 pounds" she answered 
softly. "I like to build up my muscles and I am VERY strong. You like
strong girls?"
                           
"Well, er...y-yes I do actually..." he stuttered, "and I like you a
lot, but I wouldn't fancy getting into an argument with you about 
anything. You look like you could slaughter me!"

"You wouldn't get into a fight with me, if you had any sense" she
responded, "I'd fucking kill you if you did. But I don't wanna fight
you - I do enough of that up at the Arena." Leaning closer, she
breathed, "I just wanna get your hard cock inside me, Baby!"

By now Denny was practically coming in his shorts. "W-whats the 
'Arena'?" he asked.

"Haven't you heard of it? It's the place on the hill in the jungle
where they have fights for money."

"What s-sort of fights...and you fight there as well?"

Juanita grimaced slightly. "Yeah, I've fought there a few times. 
Anything goes in those fights, kick-boxing, wrestling, fist-fighting,

whatever. They are fought to a finish. The spectators bet money on
the fighters. The fight is over when one person is either dead or
unable to continue."

"Y-you must have won all your fights then..." stammered Denny.

"I wouldn't be here now if I hadn't" she replied, "anyone who loses a
fight at the Arena doesn't usually fight again."

Denny made a mental note that he must try and pay a visit to the
Arena. "What did you do in Brazil? Did you fight there also?"

"Well, I did have a few street fights, bar-room brawls...you know...
but not many fights for money, 'cos there weren't many. I took part
in a few illegal bare-knuckle boxing matches for money...you know
...sometimes arranged in the backstreets, that's all." 

Denny's cock strained out of control. "How do you w-win your fights?
At...at the Arena I mean?" 

"I just snap their neck, usually. I like to get the fight over with
as quickly as possible, but not too quickly or the spectators would 

start getting pissed off." Juanita clenched a huge brown fist, 
attached to a wrist that was twice the thickness of Denny's and 
brandished it in front of him. "There were a coupla others that I
just beat the shit out of though."   

A shudder of fear suddenly swept over Denny, fear of what Juanita
could do to him, but he also still felt tremendously excited, and the
two feelings formed a heady mixture. "I wouldn't mind arm-wrestling 
you" he ventured.

She smiled. "You like my muscles? Sure, we can arm-wrestle. Look, 
let's go and sit over there" she motioned towards the row of straw
parasol-covered tables leading down to the beach. "Wanna smoke some 
grass? I've got some. We can smoke it down there. Let's order a
couple more beers and go down there."

"Okay." replied Denny. He wasn't averse to the occasional joint. He
ordered two more beers from the barman and asked to have them brought
to their new table. A carnival atmosphere was in the air, with the 
steel band merrily playing and people dancing and enjoying themselves, 
as they both stood up from their stools and started to make their way 
towards the beach. As they stood up, the contrast between Jaunita s 
huge, powerful, muscular frame, and Denny s puny, scrawny, pathetic one
was even more marked. She was wearing four-inch stilettos and she 
absolutely towered over him. They carried on walking until they came to
a round, wooden table at the edge of the beach. It was in semi-
darkness, placed in the shadow of a large palm tree that partially 
obscured it from the other tables. The sound of the steel band receded 
slightly in the distance and the gentle lapping of the waves washing up
on the beach could clearly be heard, as they seated themselves next to 
each other on a bench, next to the table and under the parasol. Juanita
produced a joint from her bag, and lit up.

Denny looked slightly concerned. "Is it okay to smoke that stuff
here? We won't get arrested or anything?"

"Oh sure it's okay" replied Juanita, "It's only hard drugs like 
cocaine and heroin that's banned here. You can more or less do 

whatever you like on this island."

"That's great then." said Denny. He was seated right next to Juanita 
on the bench, with their bodies and legs touching. His hard-on was as
rampant as ever in his thin shorts. They sipped their beer and passed
the joint between them in silence. The barman brought two more beers 
to the table and Denny paid him.

When they had finished smoking the joint, Juanita smiled, and placed 
her massive, brown, muscled right arm down on the table, with her large
hand outstretched. "Okay, Baby, armwrestle me. See if you can push my
arm down!"

"O-okay" he said, timidly bringing his own skinny, feeble-looking arm 
up on to the table and placing it alongside hers. They clasped their 
palms together and her great brown hand almost completely engulfed 
Denny s, as it was almost twice the size.

"Go on then - push! You're not trying!" taunted Jaunita.


He gripped her hand with his as hard as he could and pushed - to no 
avail! Her big strong arm would not budge. Bracing himself, he 
gathered all his energy and threw himself into a great, straining push 
using every last ounce of his strength, but it was still not enough. 
Jaunita's mighty black arm was as firm as a rock, totally immovable. He
continued to push as hard as he could and she easily held him firmly at
bay. 

Suddenly, with a surge of strength, she closed her huge hand around 
his, tightly, almost crushing it, and causing Denny to grimace in 

sudden pain. Her magnificent, rock-hard, ebony bicep bulged with 
power as, still gripping his hand rigidly, she sent jolts of power 
coursing through her arm and slammed Denny's own puny arm to the 
table easily, then continued to hold it there in a grip of iron. 
"There you are Baby - you can feel how strong I am now can't you...?"
Denny just nodded feebly. Now that he could feel this amazon 
negress's power it was just unbelievable, she was easily the 
strongest woman he had ever met.

Slowly she eased the pressure from her arm on his, eventually 
releasing it from her grasp but then, suddenly, she wrapped her other
log-like arm around his scrawny  neck and roughly yanked him towards 
her, forcing his face against hers with great strength and crushing 
their lips together. She then thrust her long wet tongue deep into his 
gaping mouth, and, using its tip, vigorously massaged his throat in a 
passionate, potent french kiss, whilst firmly holding his head in place
with the palm of her hand grasping the hair at the back of his head. 
Denny, unable to budge his mouth from hers, returned with his own 
tongue in her mouth as he hung helplessly in the iron grip of her arm, 
with his long bony legs sprawled along the bench and the bulge of his 
rock-hard dick very evident under his flimsy shorts.

Eventually, Jaunita pulled his head back by the hair, releasing his 
jaws from their erotic crush with her mouth. "You like to feel the 

power of a strong woman, don't you Denny Honey?" she purred huskily. 

"Y-y...yes!" he breathed. The marijuana and the beer were both 
beginning to affect him now, and he was becoming hypnotised by the 
sheer overwhelming power this mighty Brazilian amazon so easily held 
over him. She moved her other hand down to the front of his shorts 
and started massaging his swollen prick through the flimsy material. 
Denny could have easily shot his load there and then but just managed
to hold back. He wanted to save it for later.

"Lets go back to your room, Denny Baby, I'm gonna get you between my 
thighs with your hard dick in my pussy and we're gonna fuckin' screw 
all night!"

Denny shuddered. The very thought of being between Jaunita's enormous
black thighs was both thrilling and terrifying. He was quite certain 
that she could easily break his puny body in half between her legs if 
she wanted to. She rammed her mouth back onto his in another lustful 
kiss, lasting about thirty seconds, before disentangling him and 
releasing him completely from her powerful grip. She stood up, pulling 
him up by his hand as she did so. "Come on Baby...let's go!" 
    
"Yeah...er...okay..." mumbled Denny as he stood up shakily, Jaunita 
towering over him. He was hesitant for a moment about the idea of 
going back to his room with her, because her size and awesome strength 
were so overwhelming it was really beginning to frighten him. He knew 
she was quite capable of killing him with her bare hands and, 
remembering the warnings from the Internet web page, was afraid it 
might not be a very sensible idea. It didn't take long, however, for 
the throbbing of his rigid penis to take over from common sense and he
quickly found himself moving with her towards the poolside bar and, 
beyond that, the lifts to the rooms. "Er, how much money do you want 
from me for this?" he asked nervously.

"Don't worry, we can sort that out later, a coupla hundred bucks 
maybe...the money's not so important, I really fancy you like crazy
Baby, okay?"

"Sure." replied Denny. He had brought plenty of money with him for 
this vacation. As they made their way to his room, Denny eyed 
Jaunita's powerful black body continuously as she walked beside him, 
and became more and more both excited and scared. 

They arrived at his room on the fifth floor and Denny shakily fumbled
with the key in the lock. Jaunita, standing just behind him, snaked a
huge brown arm around him and grabbed his bloated dick through his 
shorts with her hand. "Come on Baby, get the fuckin' door open!" she 
urged.
 
Denny managed to get the fuckin' door open and they went in. The room
was in darkness now, so he turned on a couple of lamps near the bed 
and the bathroom light, while Jaunita continued to fondle his penis 
through his shorts. Then she gave it a final squeeze and pushed him 
into an armchair next to where he was standing. "Get those pants of 
yours off, Honey" she said, and went into the bathroom.
 
As Denny sat in the armchair, fumbling with the laces on his 
trainers, he was almost shaking with excitement. The thrill of 
encountering such a big, muscular negress as Jaunita and the scary 
uncertainty as to what she might do with him was almost overwhelming.
He yanked off his trainers and threw them to one side. Then he pulled
down his shorts, gently, because his dick was so erect he had to be 
careful not to hurt it. It sprang free and thumped into his 
bellybutton as he removed his shorts. He threw the shorts on top of
the trainers and then instinctively started to masturbate, relaxing 
himself into the armchair as he did so. 

He stopped masturbating when, moments later, Jaunita emerged from the
bathroom and stood in front of him, still dressed in her vest, cycle
shorts and high-heels. Denny was now just dressed in his tee-shirt 
and white sports socks, with his dick pressed hard against the 
outside of the bottom of his tee-shirt. He stood up and faced her. 
She looked very intimidating, with her height and the massive ebony 
muscles she displayed, but also incredibly alluring.

She smiled at him, then suddenly her expression changed to one of 
menace! Without warning, she grabbed hold of him by his tee-shirt in 
her left hand and yanked him off the floor, holding him suspended in 
the air with just one big, brawny black arm. Fear swept through him as 
his feet dangled helplessly six inches off the floor. Pushing him 
against a wall and holding him there, she clenched her huge, brown,
right fist and held it inches from his face.

"Okay you little wimp!" she snarled, "I want all your fuckin' money, 
or I'm gonna smash your fuckin' teeth in, understand?"

Denny, terrified, nodded urgently. "Y-yes..yes...w-whatever you 
want...take it...just p-p-please don't hurt me, that's all..."

Jaunita's menacing expression grew even harder and more intimidating.
Still holding Denny hanging in the air from her left hand, she drew 
back her great right fist as though about to smash him in the face, her
huge bicep bulging as she did so. "Well then Wimp, you d better 
fucking tell me where it is then," She raised her voice angrily. 
HADN'T YOU? THAT S IF YOU WANNA LIVE OF COURSE...!"

Denny was so frightened now, as he hung impotently from her hand, 
that he was practically speechless. "Er-um-er...er...well er...it-it-
it s..." he began, unable to get any coherent words out of his 
trembling mouth. He now knew he had made a serious error in bringing 
her back to his room.

"Oh fuck you!" Jaunita hissed impatiently, "I can t wait any longer!"
She suddenly moved her right hand down and grasped Denny tightly in 
the crotch, closing her massive palm over his exposed balls and still
hard dick, supporting his weight and almost crushing his sexual organs 
in the process. Then she moved her other great, strong hand upwards to
grip him around his throat and neck, almost strangling him. Denny
thrashed his puny legs about in the air helplessly as he almost died
of fright. He thought she was going to wring his neck like a chicken,
but she hoisted him in the air and extended her arms, pressing him high
over her head like a toy.

"W-W-WHAT? N-NO...N-N-NO...AAAARGHHH...!!!" Denny shouted in surprise
and terror, his skinny arms and legs waving uselessly in the air as 
he did so.

"I LL FUCKIN  FIND IT MYSELF!" Jaunita hurled him through the air for
a distance of about eight feet and he landed in a heap on the bed. 
She then marched across to the closet and started to rummage through 
his suitcases and clothes. Denny sat up on the bed, his whole body 
shaking with fear. "WHERE THE FUCK IS IT WIMP?" she yelled, as she 
threw his clothes and cases all over the floor.

Somehow Denny managed to compose himself slightly. He knew he had to 
do something quickly, or she would murder him for sure. "In...in that
j-jacket there..." he pointed "The m-m-money's in there..."

Jaunita spun around and marched angrily towards him. Denny cowered in
terror, shrinking back against the headboard of the bed. She reached 
out, grabbed him by his tee-shirt once more and yanked him roughly 
towards her. "No...NO!!" he cried. She suddenly slapped him hard in the
face, the palm of her big brown hand making a loud "SMACK!" as it 
connected with his cheek. The force of the slap sent him spinning back 
onto the bed. She then grabbed him with a fistful of hair and pulled it
hard, dragging him off the bed and across the floor towards the closet.
"OW-OW-OUCH...AAARRGHHH...!" he screamed in pain as it felt as if his 
hair was being torn out by its roots.

"WHICH FUCKING JACKET, YOU LITTLE TURD!" she shouted. "SHOW ME!"

"Th-th-th-that one there..." Denny stuttered urgently, "in the inside
p-pocket..."

She dropped him to the floor with a thud and thrust her hand into the
pocket that he had indicated. She pulled out a handful of notes and 
started counting through it. "Four-hundred and twenty bucks? WHERE'S 
THE REST OF IT YOU BASTARD?? YOU'RE TRYING TO CHEAT ME!"

Denny was now panicking, he knew that the rest of his money was 
locked up in the hotel safe downstairs. Jaunita would surely finish 
him off now. He was about to suggest that they get the money from the
safe, when she suddenly grabbed him by the hair again and yanked him 
to his feet. "NO-ONE CHEATS ME!!" she yelled. She then drew back her 
great fist and...CRACK!!! She punched him hard on the jaw, snapping 
his head back violently and sending his half-naked body flying through 
the air like a rag-doll, to land on the floor against the side of the 
bed. His eyes gazed unseeingly up at the ceiling and he was completely 
still, with his gangly arms and legs splayed out at absurd angles and 
blood oozing from the side of his mouth. He looked like he was dead.

When he regained consciousness about six hours later he was in the room
alone. There was a throbbing ache in his jaw. Slowly and painfully, he 
managed to pull himself into a sitting position. He rubbed his jaw with
his hand, trying to soothe the pain. Amazingly, it felt like his jaw 
was still intact. It was astonishing that Jaunita hadn't broken it with
her mighty punch. Looking down, he saw a large red bloodstain on his 
tee-shirt. Slowly he began to realise how lucky he was to still be
alive. 


As he sat there, propped against the bed, he thought about Jaunita, 
how big, muscular and sexy she was, and what she had done to him. In 
spite of the fact that his jaw was quite painful, or maybe because of
it, his cock sprang upwards again into a raging hard-on as he recalled 
his experiences with the massive black amazon. He began to wank himself
furiously and in just a few seconds a jet of sperm exploded from his 
dick, so forcefully that it almost hit the ceiling. He then crawled 
painfully into bed and almost immediately fell into a deep sleep.

When he awoke the time was about 9.30am. His jaw still ached as he 
dragged himself out of the bed and into the bathroom, where he ran a 
warm shower. He thought about his plans for the rest of his 
"holiday." He knew that not only was he extremely fortunate to still 
be alive but that he was lucky not to have lost all his money. It was
certainly a good thing that he had placed most of his money in the 
hotel safe! The money that Jaunita had taken was what he would have 
been prepared to pay her for her services in any case, had she 
fulfilled her promise to go to bed with him. He knew one thing for 
certain - from now on he was going to be extra careful about who he
invited back to his room.

He eventually emerged from the shower and, sorting through the 
clothes that Jaunita had scattered across the floor, dressed himself 
in a clean pair of shorts, tee-shirt and socks. He put a pair of 
sandals on his feet. Then he left the room, locked it behind him and 
rode the lift to the ground floor, where he signed for some more 
money from the safe at reception. Then he went to find a restaurant 
where he could eat some breakfast.

At the end of the corridor that led to the various nightclubs and 
bars that he had seen the night previously, he saw an entrance that 
he hadn t noticed before. The sign above the doorway said 
"GYMNASIUM." He thought he might as well take a quick look inside, 
and entered. He found himself in a reception area, beyond which was a
glass door, through which he could see various items of 
weight-training equipment.

When he noticed the receptionist, he couldn t believe his eyes. She 
was absolutely enormous, well over six feet tall and yet another black
amazon! She looked even bigger than Jaunita! She wore a red track-suit 
and had a name badge that read "Dellah."

To be continued...
    
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Hope you enjoyed Chapter 1. In the next chapter called, er, Chapter 2,
Denny's relationship with Dellah begins to develop. He also takes an 
interesting walk along the beach with Zulaya the waitress and Sonya, 
the muscular blonde security guard from the ferry terminal. Amongst 
other events, they meet a gang of muggers. Jaunita also makes another 
appearance! 

Stu Feb 1997 
Email stu99@mailcity.com

Email address amended Mar 1998