She-Warriors

By Fired Fighter

WARNING! This story contains language, violence, nudity and some other adult stuff. It's for MATURE viewing only!!! Do not read if you're easily shocked or offended.

The contest had not been held in many years. Queen Oriana had long ruled unchallenged – longer than anyone before her. And she had ruled well. Wise and courageous as she had always led from the front – be it in battle or in council. As a result, the Femmeans had flourished. The formidable, Amazon-like, multi-racial society had been living in the jungle for ages, but it was not until Oriana’s rule that they had truly made it their own and became, respected and even feared by their neighbors. Skilled hunters and powerful warriors, the fiercely independent women bowed down to no one, save for their deities, many of whom were thought to take the shape of jungle animals, and to their leader – the Queen. In a place where technology was nonexistent and the main weapons were the sword, the axe and the bow, the Femmean tribe was among the most powerful peoples.

Of an unambiguously matriarchal culture, they viewed men as inferior and mothers would usually swiftly dispose of their male offspring at birth, with only a few being reared up and kept for breathing purposes. Those, alongside selected prisoners of war, were the very few men that ever got to touch the Femmean women, whose beauty had become a thing of legend throughout the land. The men could hardly be called lucky ones, though, as the price they ended up paying for that fleeting pleasure was a steep one.

Such were the women that Queen Oriana had reigned over for near eighteen years. She had risen to power in her twenty-fifth summer, when the then reigning Queen had been killed in a war with another tribe. The only way one could become a Femmean Queen was to prove herself worthy in battle, and Oriana had done just that by defeating the one other pretender to the crown in an unarmed combat. Once on the throne, she had stayed there without equal, despite her youth. No one had even thought of challenging her rule. Physical prowess was among the most important things to the Femmeans and Oriana was acknowledged by all as the mightiest warrior among them, which alone would have been enough to keep her in power. But in addition to her fighting skills, Oriana was also a wise and just leader. Not once had she been known to try and abuse her power like so many other rulers. She had always had her people’ best interest at heart and that made her deeply respected and admired by nearly all of the Femmeans. She had never let them down and their thrust in her had been implicit as had been their loyalty. They wanted her to lead them and led them she had – right until the day she had been suddenly taken ill. What no human enemy could ever do had proven possible for the mysterious virus. Oriana had fought bravely as she did all her battles, but in the end she had succumbed to the illness, despite the efforts of all the tribe’s healers. The Queen was no more.

Oriana’s had been a burial like no one had ever seen and the Femmeans had mourned the loss of their beloved Queen deeply, but even as they grieved, they knew that life must go on. The tribe must move ahead and continue to thrive and for this a new Queen had to be chosen to lead them.

Two women wanted the crown more than anyone and were seen by the rest as the most worthy. Each saw herself as being fit to rule – more so than anybody else. And since neither one was willing to back down, everyone knew that there was only one way this could be settled. The two challengers had to face one another in a hand-to-hand battle to the finish. The winner would be Queen. The loser – if she survived – would have to obey, along with everybody else. That was the way it had always been done. That was the way it would always be done.

One of the women aspiring to be Queen was named Alanna. Found as a baby in the jungle, she had been adopted by a Femmean woman and in time had grown to be one of the tribe’s most prominent members, eventually becoming a clan leader and making it into the tribal council, despite her youth and the fact that she was born an outsider. At twenty-three, the tall, beautiful blonde was regarded among the best hunters and warriors in the tribe. Fast, powerful and skilled with all weapons as well as in unarmed combat, she was deadly to enemies and prey alike.

The other hopeful for the crown was Alanna’s life-long rival, Sauda. Twenty-two years old, possibly as good a hunter and warrior as Alanna and as physically attractive in her own right, the dark-skinned beauty had always been in open competition with Alanna on every level, ever since the two had been little girls. To her this fight was a double opportunity. Not only would she be crowned Queen if she won, but she would also get to finally prove the she was better than Alanna.

The contest was to be held on the third day after Queen Oriana’s burial, just after sundown. Having spent the day in their respective huts, preparing for combat, Alanna and Sauda arrived for their meeting with destiny, each accompanied by several members of her clan. The clearing in which the ritual combat for the throne always took place was brightly lit by a wide circle of torches in which the battle was to be fought. Outside the circle, the entire clearing was lined with the Femmean warriors, gathered to witness the fight and the emergence of their new Queen.

Entering the circle from opposite sides, the two rivals strode confidently towards each other and faced off, ready to begin. They were both completely naked, each wearing only thin bands of animal hide around her arms, just above the elbows. The bands – no more than two fingers wide – had the role of insignia; they were an indication of the clan each woman belonged to. Alanna belonged to the Tiger clan, having been adopted by its leader who had found her as a baby. The leader had been killed in battle several years ago and Alanna was now the head of the clan and this was signified by the tiger skin armbands she had on both arms (the rest of the clan members were only allowed to wear one armband). Sauda was the Black Panther clan’s joint leader, alongside her mother, and she wore armbands made from the pelt of that animal.

As the two naked women stood face to face, the physical contrast between them was startling in its severity. Alanna, the blonde, stood at 5’11” tall. A perfect physical specimen, she had the lean, well-muscled, sculpted body of a trained athlete. Broad shoulders and long, powerful limbs bespoke both strength and speed. Her stomach was flat and ridged, her waist was narrow and her chest was deep. Yet, for all her appearance of power, she was all woman. Her face was beautiful, with high cheek-bones, large, emerald-green eyes and a wide, sensual mouth above a resolute jaw. Her silky, golden hair was straight and hung freely to the middle of her back. Her skin had a bronze tone to it – the result of a lifetime in the open. She had taut, perfectly round buttocks and a very pronounced Mound of Venus – about the size of a lemon and completely hairless (as was customary for the Femmeans), which she displayed with pride. Her breasts were magnificent. Huge and firm, the two orbs, deeply tanned like the rest of Alanna’s body, stood high on her chest, defying gravity. They were slightly upturned and tipped with pink areolas in the middle of which the two erect, pink nipples jutted out, looking as big and as hard as hazelnuts.

Sauda was only a fraction shorter than Alanna. Her feminine, luxurious body didn’t have the muscle tone of the blonde’s. Covered by an exquisitely soft, very dark brown skin, it was lush and curvaceous, but it also looked sturdy and strong. And not only did it look that way; Sauda had proven on more than one occasion that there was plenty of power beneath those curves. She had a very attractive face, with big, brown eyes a small, almost straight nose and full, sumptuous lips. Her jet-black hair was pulled back in a long, thick braid, starting at the back of her head and reaching down to her waist. Like Alanna, she too had broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Her belly was flat, although it lacked the ridged appearance of her rival’s. Her hips flared generously above thick, lush thighs – thicker than Alanna’s, albeit somewhat softer-looking – and solid, well-shaped calves. True to her origin, her ass was very prominent – broad and at the same time firm and round; it stuck out provocatively behind her, moving around in a slow, enticing roll when she walked. Her Mound of Venus was as large as Alanna’s and it too was hairless. Below it, the pussy lips were thick and even darker than the rest of her skin. In fact they were practically black – as were her over two-inch wide areolas and thick, hard, cherry-sized nipples. Her breasts themselves were a match for Alanna’s magnificent pair in every respect. Just as big and as firm, the massive dark brown mounds were more oval in shape than the blonde’s upturned, pointier ones, but they sat just as high on her chest with the same gravity-challenging insolence. There stood, without a doubt, the two best pair of breasts in the tribe, facing each other in a contest of their own. In a society where Sapphic sexual relationships were the norm, the female body was revered and physical perfection was sought after. The breasts in particular had been elevated to an almost cult-like status as the ultimate symbol of femininity and fertility and therefore both Alanna’s and Sauda’s spectacular breasts (as well as the rest of their superb bodies) were the object of envy and desire by the entire tribe. But whose were better? Who was the better woman? That was the question every Femmean wanted answered. Now, at last, they were about to find out.

The tribe’s most eminent elder now took the stage, addressing the two fighters as well as the rest of the Femmeans. Her speech was long and windy and it was both a eulogy for the former Queen and an exhortation for the two pretenders to the throne. In a nutshell, she wanted them to fight with strength, honor and pride as befitting true Femmeans and to give it their all, so that the tribe could rest assured that they would have a worthy Queen in the victress. She ended up with the obligatory: “…and may the best woman win!” and then stepped back into the circle of women, signaling that the fight could begin.

Crouching low, Alanna and Sauda began to circle each other. They were both cautious, each aware of the other’s fighting prowess. And this wasn’t just any fight. This was literally the fight of both Alanna and Sauda’s lives. Not only would the winner be crowned Queen, but she would have proven beyond any doubt that she is the best – something both women had been striving towards for years now. The stakes could not be any higher and the tension of the moment was immense for the two opponents. Their hearts were pounding in their chests and they were already beginning to sweat, their bodies glistening in the light of the torches as they moved around gracefully.

“I’ve waited a long time for this, yellow-haired whore!” Sauda snarled, her teeth bared, her eyes burning as they locked with the other woman’s. “Now I finally get to show everybody who truly is the best and see you grovel at my feet! Then, once I’ve heard you beg for mercy, I’ll have the pleasure of ending your life with my bare hands and then I’ll rule as Queen forever! Get ready to die, bitch!”

Alanna’s reply was a lightning fast punch to her opponent’s face that sent the black woman reeling.

“Keep your delusions to yourself, Sauda!” Alanna said sternly. “You can’t defeat me; I’m better than you – always have been – and you know it! That’s why you’ve always hated me! You’ve always been trying to compete with me and have always come in second best! And today it will be no different! I shall defeat you, Sauda, and show you where you belong! You shall never be Queen! You’re not worthy!”

Sauda now sprang forward with an angry shout and tried to hit Alanna in the face. The blonde ducked under the blow and slammed a fist in the black woman’s belly. Sauda groaned and backed off, but quickly recovered and lunged at Alanna again. The two locked up and staggered around, grunting in effort as each did her best to bring the other down. Getting hold of Sauda’s hair with one hand, Alanna put her other hand to work, pumping raping punches into the ebony beauty’s belly. Groaning, Sauda responded by suddenly grabbing the blonde’s ripe tits and sinking her talons deep into them. Alanna screamed and her fists thudded repeatedly into Sauda’s solid body. The black woman snarled and squeezed and twisted her foe’s breasts with all her strength. Yanking Alanna to the side by her tits, Sauda tripped her and the blonde fighter went down. The ebony warrioress was quickly atop her foe, punching down into her face. Alanna fought back, though, and managed to roll over, reversing the positions. Once on top, the blonde gripped her opponent’s soft throat with one hand and began hitting her in the face with the other. Sauda thrashed and gurgled as the other woman’s steely fingers sank deep into her vulnerable throat, restricting her breathing. She wasn’t about to give up, though, and now drove her fingernails into Alanna’s eyes. As the blonde screamed and pulled back, the black woman heaved up and rolled her foe off, then pounced on her.

They rolled to and fro on the ground, their powerful bodies straining in a titanic struggle for supremacy. They were both expending enormous amounts of energy, but neither was willing to back off or quit. Each one was determined to win at any cost. The life-long rivalry had to end now. The superior woman had to prove herself and rule as Queen. Punching, clawing, biting, doing everything they could think of to hurt each other, the beautiful, powerful women kept rolling around in a writhing, heaving, screaming knot of sweaty limbs. On and on it went, back and forth, with each fighter getting the top position, but neither being able to retain it for long. Gathered around, the rest of the Femmeans watched the fast and furious battle between the two evenly-matched she-warriors intently. All of them proud and fierce fighters, they were finding the spectacle enthralling and exciting; their hearts raced in their heaving chests, their own fighting blood boiled and their groins stirred and tingled in arousal. They weren’t just watching the fight – they were living it, following every blow, every hold, every shift of positions with unwavering attention, analyzing the moves and the countermoves, evaluating strengths and weaknesses, trying to predict who would prevail; who would be their Queen.

Getting on top in yet another turnaround, Sauda somehow managed to free her legs from her rival’s and quickly straddled Alanna, grabbing her throat with both hands. Alanna instantly caught Sauda’s wrists and strained her muscles in an attempt to push her hands away, but failed. Sitting firmly on top, using her weight to hold her foe down, Sauda kept her death-grip on Alanna’s soft throat, pushing her thumbs deeper and deeper into the windpipe, constricting it. Unable to breathe, the blonde fighter thrashed around frantically, her athletic, toned body bucking wildly, as she struggled to throw her opponent off.

“Die, whore, die!” Sauda growled, sitting firmly on top. Baring her white teeth in a vicious grimace, the beautiful ebony warriorress squeezed her hated rival’s throat with all her strength, intent on finishing her once and for all. She pulled Alanna towards her, then slammed the back of her head into the ground. Then again…And again… And again…

Alanna’s face was now nearly purple from the lack of air. Her eyes bulging, her tongue sticking out of her gaping mouth, she was teetering on the brink of unconsciousness and was now literally fighting for her life. Dazed, almost blinded by the bright spots dancing before her eyes, she reached up with one hand and grabbed the flesh on Sauda’s right flank. Gripping tight, she dug her thumb in deep. There was softness there, a vulnerability which she attacked mercilessly.

Sauda’s entire body jerked convulsively and she bellowed in agony. Still, she refused to let go of other woman’s throat and continued to strangle her, determined to finish her. Just then, Alanna’s other hand came up, her sharp claws slashing at Sauda’s eyes. The black woman screeched and this time was forced to release her grip as she pulled back to protect her eyes. Instantly Alanna heaved up, throwing Sauda off of her. Sauda was quickly up, though, and went to pounce on her foe, who was lying on her back, wheezing and coughing. But, despite the horrible throttling she had just been subjected to, Alanna was far from done. She was just too powerful a fighter to be defeated like that. Demonstrating great presence of mind and lightning-quick reactions, she lashed out with her right foot, kicking Sauda in the head and sending her down.

The women got up and began circling each other, both looking a bit weary. Their breathing was quick and heavy, and their bodies were covered in sweat and shaking with tension after all the fierce fighting. Still, they weren’t about to quit. Each was as determined and confident as ever. Each one wanted to defeat her nemesis. Each one wanted the crown. Each one was willing to do anything to accomplish her goal.

After a number of feigned attacks on both sides, Alanna was the first to strike, finding Sauda’s head with a solid punch. Sauda groaned and staggered, but recovered quickly and fired a big punch of her own at the advancing opponent’s face. Agile as a cat, Alanna dodged the blow and moved in close, wrapping her arms around Sauda’s waist. A mighty heave of the blonde’s well-muscled frame, coupled with a quick, skillful twist and the black woman’s opulent body hit the ground, full length with a bone-jarring impact. As the winded Sauda struggled to catch her breath, Alanna dived on top. Quickly positioning her body across her opponent’s chest and shoulders, Alanna got hold of one of Sauda’s arms and forced it out wide, at the same time trapping the black woman’s other arm between her bronzed thighs.

Flat on her back with her arms spread wide and her rival lying across her upper body, weighing her down, Sauda struggled, grunting and squirming, her strong legs kicking wildly. She tried rolling over, but it was impossible with the other woman lying on top of her; all she could do was twist her broad hips from side to side with little effect. She groaned in frustration, heaving with all her might in attempts to bridge up and break free. Unimpressed, Alanna remained right where she was, stretching her opponent’s arms, her athletic body straining as she fought power with power, muscles rippling beneath the glistening skin, firm, round buttocks clenching and quivering with the effort she was putting into squeezing Sauda’s arm between her thighs.

There was a low murmur among the circle of Femmeans as they watched the struggle. They could see Suada was having trouble fighting out of the hold Alanna had her in and they were beginning to wonder whether this battle might be drawing to an end. The murmur got louder when they saw Sauda’s fat, black pussy-lips suddenly begin to spread open between her flailing legs, exposing a startlingly pink cunt and a long, thick clit. It was clear to them what was going on. They had all experienced this at some point. The heat, the tension, the physical effort, the closeness of the two hot, naked bodies – all of those combined to turn the dark-skinned warrioress on. Sexual arousal and domination were an integral part of fights between the Sapphic-oriented Femmeans and everyone present knew how dangerous it was for one to allow herself to be overcome by lust, how this weakened both body and mind. That’s what all the buzz was about. They could see the pink gash between the pinned black woman’s legs get wider and wider and her big clit grow further and further from beneath its hood and they knew Sauda was in real danger of losing the fight if she succumbed to her passion.

Alanna knew what was going on too. She knew the other woman was turned on; she could tell by the sudden increase of heat emanating from Sauda’s body and by her heavy breathing, which had suddenly become very uneven and harsh. She realized what a tremendous advantage this was for her and she was not one to miss an opportunity when it presented itself. As Sauda kicked and twisted underneath her, the golden-haired woman reached down with one hand and inserted her fingers in the ebony beauty’s gaping, already moist cunt. Sauda moaned and squirmed, twisting her hips around like crazy, but couldn’t escape her rival’s invading fingers as they entered deeper and deeper inside her. Having her opponent right where she wanted her, Alanna now began working her hand back and forth, with three of her fingers jammed in Sauda’s soaking wet cunt, while her thumb crushed and massaged the black woman’s clit, working the stiff, slippery knob expertly. Thrashing around wildly, her thick, luscious thighs jiggling all over, the helpless ebony beauty howled in both fury and pleasure as her hated rival masturbated her. She could sense herself losing control over her own body and knew that she needed to do something quick, or she would surely be overwhelmed and defeated. Fighting with all her might, she managed to wrench her right wrist free of Alanna’s now one-handed grip and instantly grabbed the blonde’s hair, pulling it as hard as she could. Alanna groaned as her neck was suddenly and brutally twisted backwards, her caressing fingers involuntarily turning into claws which sank deep into the tender flesh between Sauda’s legs. The black woman bellowed in pain, and suddenly let go of Alanna’s hair, driving her own claws into the blonde’s face, going for the eyes. Alanna shrieked in agony and rolled away, covering her smarting, teary eyes with her hands.

Getting up, Alanna and Sauda, came at each other, throwing caution to the wind. Screams and groans mixed with the sound of fists striking naked flesh echoed through the jungle as they traded brutal blows, each intent on destroying her enemy. Both women were staggered several times, but neither would go down. Realizing that this was getting them nowhere, they closed in and locked up. Their bodies straining, they rocked back and forth, each trying to take the other down, but they proved too evenly matched. The stalemate continued until Sauda suddenly rammed her knee into Alanna’s belly. The blonde grunted in surprise, but her hard, washboard-like abdominal muscles stood up to the blow well and she wasn’t hurt too much. Instantly, she returned the favor and the move was a successful one as the black woman’s softer belly proved much more vulnerable than her own. Sauda groaned and bent over, gasping for air. Shifting her body quickly, Alanna, hammered two powerful punches into Sauda’s kidneys. The ebony warrioress cried out and went down to her knees. Within an instant, Alanna was kneeling behind her foe, with her strong arms wrapped around Sauda’s neck, choking. Sauda gurgled, her arms waving frantically and her body jerking and twisting back and forth as she struggled to escape. Alanna’s green eyes were cold, her beautiful face a picture of concentration while she strangled her enemy.

“I’ve got you now, Sauda,” the woman from the Tiger clan said in her struggling rival’s ear, “You must submit to me! I don’t wish to kill you, but I shall, if I have to!”

The Black Panther clan’s leader, garbled out something in response, but it was clear that she was not submitting. Even though she was unable to breathe, she continued to struggle with all her might, clawing at the muscular arms around her throat.

“Last chance!” the blonde said, tightening her grip even more, “You’re finished, Sauda! I can feel you weakening! It’s over! Submit to me now, and accept me as your Queen or perish by my hand!”

Sauda was still struggling, but Alanna was right – she was weakening. Deprived of air, her body was slowing its movements and was now leaning backwards, her massive, glistening brown breasts pointing up at the sky, rolling and jiggling all over her chest. She was suffocating, but still, she battled on, her fighting spirit untamed. Amazingly, even at this tense moment, even while being in grave danger of losing not only the fight, but her very life, she was still turned on by the struggle. Almost subconsciously, her hips were thrusting forward repeatedly and thick strands of juices stretched from her once-more gaping cunt down to ground. Her large clit was fully erect and quivering at the top of her pink slit. All around, the Femmeans chattered excitedly, commenting on the toughness and vitality Sauda was showing.

Suddenly, Sauda reached up with both arms, getting hold of her opponent’s head. Gathering all her strength, the ebony warrioress heaved mightily, her voluptuous body leaning forward at the same instant in which she pulled with her arms, throwing the other woman over her shoulder. There was a collective gasp among the spectators as Alanna’s body tumbled head over heels and she landed hard on her back in front of Sauda, her feet pointing away from the black woman.

Stunned by the sudden reversal as well as by her heavy fall, Alanna remained motionless for a few moments, which was all the time Sauda needed. Not bothering to change her position, the ebony fighter smashed her fists down onto Alanna’s face a few times to further stun her and then grabbed her by the throat with both hands. Now, once again, it was the blonde who was being choked.

“Now we’ll see who’s got whom and who is finished, whore!” Sauda shouted, squeezing her enemy’s throat with all her strength.

“Ghnlkh!” replied Alanna, clawing desperately at the other woman’s wrists, fighting for air. As she thrashed around, it was clearly visible to all that she too was sexually aroused. Her pussy was as wet as Sauda’s; the swollen pink outer lips were parted wide, revealing a clit that equaling the black woman’s in size and was just as erect..

“You’re mine now, whore! Mine!” Sauda panted. There was an almost insane look in her brown eyes as she choked her rival cruelly. “I’ll –“

Just then, Alanna swung one long, well-shaped leg up and kicked Sauda right on top of the head and almost immediately repeated the treatment with her other foot. Startled and stunned, Sauda lost her grip on Alanna’s throat, and the blonde was now free. Still on her back, Alanna now bent her supple body almost double, swinging both legs at the same time and scissoring Sauda’s neck between her ankles. A powerful twist of the blonde’s hips brought the black woman down to the ground, her neck still trapped between Alanna’s legs. Instantly, Sauda showed her own tremendous agility and flexibility by twisting her body and jamming one heel right between Alanna’s legs. As Alanna yelped in pain, Sauda pressed with her leg, pushing the blonde away.

The two got to their feet and began circling each other slowly, eyes locked, teeth bared. Both were panting and sweating profusely, exhausted by the fighting, but they would not stop. Not yet. Not until one of them had been defeated. The prize for victory was simply too great for them to quit.

As they circled, each waiting for an opportunity to strike, Sauda proved the more impatient of the two. She really wanted this, wanted it badly. She wanted to defeat her hated foe and she wanted to be Queen. Not only did she want it, she was convinced it was her birthright. Her grandmother had been Queen of the Femmeans before Oriana and now Sauda believed it was her obligation and her destiny to restore her bloodline to the throne. Letting out a loud battle cry, the ebony warrioress attacked.

Alanna met Sauda’s charge with a kick to the stomach, doubling the black woman up and then sent her reeling with a punch to the head. As Sauda struggled to stay on her feet, Alanna moved in and punched her in the stomach. Sauda grunted in pain and replied with a similar punch, but once again the blonde’s taut abs absorbed the impact protecting her from damage. Now it was Alanna’s turn again and her fist sank deep into the black woman’s softer belly making Sauda cry out and back away. Having found her opponent’s weak spot, Alanna was quick to attack it, screaming angrily as she drilled a series of powerful blows into Sauda’s stomach, battering her innards to jelly. Gasping for air, eyes bulging, mouth hanging open Sauda sank to her knees, holding her belly and moaning. This is it! Alanna said to herself, crowing in triumph as she moved in for the kill, eyes blazing.

On her knees, Sauda fired a punch straight up between the blonde’s legs, her fist striking the tender flesh with a loud thump. Alanna gave a shrill cry and fell to her knees in turn. Sauda punched the blonde on the side of the head with all her strength. Alanna moaned and sprawled on the ground sideways. Snarling, Sauda pounced on her foe and pushed her down onto her stomach. Before Alanna could respond, Sauda drove a knee into the small of her back, pinning her down, then grabbed her left wrist and twisted her arm behind her back. Screaming, Alanna fought wildly, writhing and kicking on the ground. Sauda just kept twisting the blonde’s captured arm further and further, pushing the wrist high up between the shoulder-blades. Alanna was writhing and screeching in agony, her feet and free hand pounding the ground as the pain in her overloaded shoulder became utterly unbearable. Sauda showed very little sympathy for her opponent. She knew she had Alanna now and continued to apply more and more pressure to her victim’s bent limb. Another moment and Alanna’s arm would break – which was exactly what Sauda was aiming for. Tasting victory, the ebony warrioress yelled out her clan’s battle cry, loud and proud, as she readied herself for the inevitable moment when her foe’s arm would give and leave the blonde crippled and at her mercy.

All of a sudden, one of Alanna’s sculpted legs came up off the ground. Kicking backwards, the flexible blonde struck Sauda on the back of the head with her heel, stunning her and making her release her grip. Once her arm was free, the Tiger clan fighter rolled away, then got up to her knees and, flexing her aching shoulder, she faced her foe, who was also on her knees, shaking her head to clear the cobwebs.

They didn’t try to stand up; they just didn’t have the strength to do it. Battered and exhausted, pushed to the very edge by the grueling battle, the two fighting women collided on their knees, locking their hands together. This was to be their final clash, they both knew it. They were too worn out to continue this for much longer; they had to end it now. There was nothing elaborate, nothing skillful about this last, decisive stage of the battle. Too depleted both physically and mentally, the two combatants just leaned into each other, arms held up and to the sides, fingers intertwined. Each one had tried everything to outwit, outmaneuver and outfight the other and had failed. Each one had taken everything her rival had hit her with and come back for more. Now it had come to this, the most simple, most basic of contests: a test of strength – raw power to raw power, body to body, woman to woman, the winner to take all.

There was an eerie silence around the fighters now. The Femmeans had all fallen quiet – even those belonging to the Tiger and Black Panther clans, who had heretofore each been shouting encouragement to their respective representatives in the fight. As if transfixed by what they were seeing, the spectators just soaked in the incredible drama that was unfolding before them in the form of the extreme contest of strength between the tribe’s two strongest, most beautiful women.

Panting, gasping and grunting through gnashed teeth the two mighty warrioresses exerted all their remaining energy. Sweat, effort and hatred poured out of the two magnificent, glistening bodies, the golden-tanned one and the ebony one, as they pressed tightly together, pushing against each other, shaking with tension, every muscle, every fiber strained to the very limit in a titanic effort to overcome the other. The intensity of the struggle was maddening; both women were insane with fury and fear, fear of failure, fear of defeat, fear of having to pay the ultimate price for losing what was, in effect, a life-and-death struggle. Their eyes wild, their nostrils flaring like those of jungle beasts, their teeth bared, the battling beauties poured their last reserves into a final, muscle-tearing, tendon-snapping effort, both issuing forth deep, long groans, which seemed to come not from their throats, but from much deeper within: from their very souls. Their entire beings were now fighting a desperate, all-out war, a war that would result in utter destruction for the losing side.

The end began as a series of slight quivers in one woman’s legs, which travelled up her shapely frame, through her belly, torso and then her arms. The signs were almost imperceptible, but they were there; her energy was waning. Desperately, she tried to compensate, to will some more strength in her body, which was now starting to lean backwards under the steady pressure put on by her foe. She couldn’t do it. She had nothing more left in reserve and was fading fast, the brutal marathon battle having taken its toll on her powerful physique.

Sensing the weakness in her opponent, Sauda bellowed in savage triumph, the realization that she was winning giving her new strength, invigorating her tired, aching body. Gritting her teeth, the black woman forced her rival’s trembling arms back, bending her wrists painfully. Alanna groaned, her green eyes suddenly full of despair as she tried in vain to fight back against the ebony warrioress’ overwhelming strength. Wrenching her hands free of Alanna’s, Sauda now wrapped her arms around the blonde’s torso in a crushing bear hug. A low murmur went through the gathered crowd as Alanna gasped in pain, her back arching and her head hanging backwards listlessly. Aware that she was losing the fight, she desperately attempted to rally, but she just had no answer to Sauda’s might and was soon moaning continuously in anguish, while Sauda’s strong arms constrained her, squeezing the breath out of her. As the two women’s bodies struggled, their fabled breasts, so often thought and talked about, compared and desired, were mashing together and at this moment the difference between them became obvious to everyone. Alanna’s breasts were clearly smaller and not only that: Sauda’s bulging, round, ebony orbs were decidedly firmer than the blonde’s thrusting, pointy, golden mounds, pushing them back and flattening them completely. At long last, the question on everybody’s minds had been answered. The black woman had the stronger, better breasts. The black woman was the stronger, better woman.

Grunting in effort, Sauda now pushed forward, toppling Alanna over onto her back and getting on top of her. Shifting quickly, she scissored the blonde’s torso between her thick, powerful thighs.

“No… no… no…” Alanna moaned, her eyes wide and panicky. Frantic now, she struggled to free herself, but couldn’t. Her taut, well-defined muscles rippled under her tanned skin, but the effect was zero. For the first time in her life, her sculpted, fit body was failing her, completely overwhelmed by the ebony warriorress’ voluptuous, obviously stronger body. “Nooo!” she mewled, the word trailing into a groan on pain as Sauda’s sturdy, lush thighs unleashed their awesome power on her captured midsection. Soon, the beautiful blonde leader of the Tiger clan was whimpering constantly, her erstwhile feral growls of anger and effort turning into weak cries of distress.

“Yeeeeeessss!” Sauda roared proudly, her eyes shining brightly in jubilation as she felt her foe’s once rock-solid abs giving way and Alanna’s soft, vulnerable innards wriggling helplessly against the inside of her thigh. Baring her teeth, the black woman wrapped her glistening arms around her rival’s head, her mighty, sweat-slick breasts swallowing the blonde’s reddened face completely. Denied precious air, Alanna thrashed around, her long, shapely legs kicking wildly as her brawny, bronzed body heaved and twisted futilely in the fleshy trap of Sauda’s solid, ebony frame. It was the end, everyone could tell. The mighty tigress had fallen prey to the deadly black panther.

Unexpectedly, Alanna arched her back, bridging up and lifting her lower body off the ground along with Sauda’s, whose legs remained tightly clamped around the blonde’s middle. Alanna’s own legs were spread and it was clear that even now, exhausted and staved of oxygen as she was and being on the verge of losing the fight (and very likely her life), she was still massively aroused by the struggle. Juices leaked from her spread, swollen pussy and her erect clit looked bigger than ever. Her hips kept moving back and forth, thrusting her smooth, gleaming Mound of Venus high in the air. Moments later she began shuddering violently and cum gushed out of her spread cunt, again and again, more and more of it, as her trapped, defenseless body exploded in a massive orgasm, spending itself completely in a final show of helplessness. It was the ultimate surrender and everybody knew it. The Femmeans (all of them aroused by the awesome, heated battle) buzzed excitedly. They knew it was all over. There was no way out for Alanna, no way for her to recover from this. The orgasm had taken away the very last of what little energy she had left and she was no longer struggling, but just lay there, her enfeebled limbs twitching as the black woman smothered her with her naked, sweating breasts.

Gasping and shaking, Sauda now released her limp rival and climbed on top of her, pinning her arms to the sides with her knees. She was giddy with excitement. This was it! The moment she had been awaiting for so long; the moment she had been seeing in her dreams all these years. At last, it was all a reality. She had worked hard for it, she had schemed, she had fought, she had hurt, but in the end she had achieved her goal. She had beaten her nemesis, defeated her in a fair fight, naked, woman to woman, proving without a doubt that she was better than Alanna; that she was the best warrior in the tribe. It had not been an easy fight – in fact it was the hardest one she had ever fought – but she had prevailed, just like she always knew she would. Her greatest rival, the woman she had hated since childhood lay beaten beneath her, helpless and completely at her mercy. In a few seconds it would all be over. In a few seconds she would be Queen – unrivalled and unchallenged. Her exhilaration and anticipation were so great that she almost couldn’t breathe herself as she curled her fingers around Alanna’s exposed, soft throat.

“Look at me, whore!” Sauda said, her voice low and breathless. “I want you to look at me; I want my face to be the last thing you see as I wring the life out of you with my bare hands! I want you to die, knowing that I’m better than you – just like I’ve always known it! You tried your best, but that’s not enough! You’re weak; you’re no match for me – never were! Now it’s time for you to pay the price for challenging the Queen of the Femmeans!”

Alanna felt Sauda’s fingers wrap around her throat, but she could do nothing about it, exhausted and pinned down as she was. She knew she could not fight Sauda. She had tried it and she had failed, despite her best efforts. The black woman was just too strong for her. Feeling totally helpless and looking up into Sauda’s cold, hate-filled brown eyes, Alanna knew she was about to die. For the first time in her life, the powerful blonde warrioress knew real fear. It was like an ice-cold hand gripping her heart and squeezing it till it stopped. The terror was sudden, overwhelming and irreversible; there was no escaping or fighting it.

“Mercy!” the defeated woman croaked, as Sauda was about to sink a death grip into her exposed throat. “Mercy, my Queen, I beg of you, mercy!”

Sauda could no longer hold back. Already greatly aroused by the fight, she had tried to stave off the impending climax so that it would not weaken her, but now she was powerless to stop it. Defeating the other woman’s body with her own and winning the battle had turned the young ebony beauty on even more, and now, hearing her greatest rival actually begging her for mercy and acknowledging her rule as Queen was more than she could handle. The feeling of dominance, her total mastery of her life-long enemy, coupled with the realization that she was at long last Queen of the Femmeans for real, flooded her body with sensations she had never known and made her mind swirl. She shook uncontrollably all over, clutching her own breasts, kneading the massive mounds of supple flesh and pinching her stiff nipples between her fingers as wave after wave of pure orgasmic bliss washed over her. Her black pussy twitched and spasmed as cum erupted in torrents from between the thick, parted lips, splattering all over the blonde’s bronzed chest and face. The powerful climax gripped and shook her for what seemed an eternity and she thought for a moment that she might actually pass out from its intensity.

Trembling, struggling for breath, Sauda sat on Alanna’s chest, trying to recover. The statuesque, athletic blonde just lay there, drenched in sweat and cum, utterly defeated. Slowly, Sauda reached for Alanna’s throat again.

“No, please, no!” Alanna whispered, her green eyes wide and pleading.

“Finish her!” The shout came from a tall, black woman standing at the front of the gathered members of the Black Panther clan, her dark face lit up by satanic joy. It was Zalika, Sauda’s mother. The daughter of the Queen that had ruled before Oriana, Zalika was the very woman whom Oriana had defeated in battle for the throne and that defeat had resulted in a lifetime of agony, misery, hatred and plans for revenge. Now, at last, she was feeling vindicated and satisfied, seeing Sauda succeed where she herself had failed. Her eyes were burning with pride at her daughter’s accomplishment as she yelled: “The bitch is yours for the taking! Finish her now my daughter! She is dangerous! She could be a threat to you – to us! Deal with her now, while you have the chance! You are Queen now; you must rule with strength! Kill the yellow-haired whore; strangle her with your bare hands so she could never challenge you again! Do it, Sauda! End her life!”

“NO!” Sauda shouted, releasing her grip. “I won’t kill her! I’ve waited for this too long to let it end that quick! Let the bitch live, if she can bear the shame of defeat! She’s no threat to me now! She’s been beaten and she knows it! She’s seen I’m stronger than her; she won’t dare raise a hand against me ever again! I’m Queen now and she knows it; she knows what will happen to her if she ever disobeys me! Don’t you, bitch?” still sitting astride her fallen foe, Sauda raised her fist and drove it into the Alanna’s chest, making her groan. “Don’t you?” she asked again.

“Yes!” the once proud and confident blonde beauty said in a small, defeated voice.

“Look at the mighty Alanna now!” Sauda sneered. “Lying beneath me, shaking with fear, begging me for mercy! How pathetic! A real Femmean would die a thousand deaths before she asks for mercy! But, then again, you’re not a real Femmean, are you, Alanna? An outsider, a mere foundling is all you ever were! They should’ve let you die in the jungle as a child instead of bringing you here! There is no room for lowly, cowardly males and outsiders in this great tribe! Their only purpose is to serve us, the warriors of this land. And such is going to be your purpose from now on. You’re no Femmean! You’re not worthy of calling yourself a woman and a warrior! That makes you a servant, a slave! And you shall serve me, Queen Sauda, for the rest of your pathetic life! You shall be my personal slave, obeying my every order without delay! You can either accept this, or refuse and die by my hand right now! Now speak! Do you accept?”

“Yes.” Alanna said in a barely audible whisper.

“What was that, bitch? I can’t hear your pathetic whining! Speak up!” Sauda ordered, driving another hard punch straight down into Alanna’s breastbone.

“Yes, my Queen, I accept!” Alanna wailed. Tears welled up in her eyes, as she humiliated herself by accepting to serve Sauda, but she just couldn’t bring herself to refuse and be killed. She had faced death many times in battle, but this was different. This time, death was not a possibility – it was a certainty. There wasn’t a thing she could do to prevent it. For the first time she was defeated; for the first time she felt utterly helpless and it was more than she could cope with.

“Did you hear, that, my Femmean sisters? The great Alanna accepts to be my slave!” Sauda shouted, sarcastically stressing the word “great”.

The Femmeans whispered among each other, shaking their heads in disbelief. Most of them had thought that Alanna would actually win the fight. She’d always been considered the best warrior and hunter in the tribe, even with Sauda as her competition, and she had been loved and respected by most Femmeans, despite the fact that she was an “outsider”. To see her defeated by the cold, brooding and often brutal Sauda, who wasn’t too well-liked outside her own clan, was a real shock to all. Even more shocking was the fact that Alanna had shown herself as a coward by pleading for mercy and even accepting to serve Sauda as a slave after being beaten. Most fights for the Femmean throne were to the death. Seldom had mercy ever been offered by a victress and it had never been asked for. When Zalika had been defeated by Oriana, she had not pleaded. It had been Oriana’s natural kind-heartedness and magnanimity that had made her spare the loser’s life and allow her to retain her place in the tribe and even be a clan leader. Now, for the first time, a Femmean woman – even if she was not one by birth – was heard begging for her life and the proud she-warriors were both stunned and disgusted. It was clear by the looks on their faces that Alanna was neither liked nor respected any more – even by the members of her own Tiger clan, who now felt she had brought disgrace upon them.

“Looks like you’re no longer everybody’s darling, are you?” Sauda sneered at Alanna, sensing the tribe’s mood and rejoicing in the blonde’s fall from grace. “At last, you’ve been exposed as the worthless, cowardly weakling that you are! And I want you to always remember that it was I who exposed you; It was I who defeated you and put you in your place once and for all – just like I was destined to do! I told you I’ve waited a long, long time for this,” Sauda almost purred with pleasure, her piercing, blazing brown eyes drilling deep into Alanna’s green ones, “and now I shall make this worth every second of that wait! Welcome to hell, bitch!”

With this, Sauda got up and stood astride her foe. She was exhausted, her superb body was drenched in sweat, but there was the glow of victory around her. Her solid, shapely legs spread, her pussy still convulsed a little every now and again, small amounts of cum escaping from it, dripping onto the other woman. Her head was held high, her massive, firm ebony tits thrust forward, tall and proud, looking bigger and firmer than ever, the thick, black nipples erect and pointing up. By contrast, Alanna’s golden-tanned breasts, once so magnificent and believed to rival Sauda’s in every way, were now flat on the blonde’s sweaty chest, spilling to the sides of her body, the pink nipples soft and almost indistinguishable from the areolas, hardly sticking out of them at all. No longer were they the symbol of fertility and feminine power and perfection, the mighty mounds of firm, supple flesh that every Femmean lusted after. They were now the breasts of a beaten woman, overwhelmed and crushed into submission by a superior pair. That fact was now emphasized as Sauda put one foot right between those flattened, conquered boobs of Alanna’s and raised her arms in victory, her triumphant roar echoing through the jungle.

“Long live Queen Sauda!” yelled Zalika now as she dropped down to one knee and looked on with pride as the Femmeans began to kneel in acknowledgement of her daughter’s new stature. Some took longer than others – a clear indication of Sauda’s not-so-high popularity, but they all knelt down eventually. Whether they liked Sauda or not, she had won the ritual battle and proven herself the best warrior and they all had to accept her as Queen. If anyone else wished to challenge her rule, they had to do it right this instant and, although they were all brave, strong women, none dared step forward.

“I should make you kneel too,” Sauda said to Alanna, “but, since you’re not a Femmean warrior, I think you should show me your loyalty – or should I say your obedience – in a manner that’s better suited to you!” with that the ebony beauty stepped on the blonde’s face and ordered: “Lick my foot, you yellow-haired bitch! Show me you know who your Queen is!”

Beaten and broken, terrified of Sauda, Alanna didn’t even try to protest and licked the new Queen’s foot in a show of obedience.

Sauda laughed in wicked delight as she felt Alanna’s hot, slippery tongue caress her bare foot, signifying the end of their rivalry. And indeed, while both women were incredibly beautiful, they could no longer be called rivals. They had faced each other and had fought with all their might as equals, but now it was all over and equals they were no more. One was standing tall, the other was flat on her back. One was a victor, the other – vanquished. One was Queen, the other – her servant.

Hands on hips, Sauda looked at the blonde lying at her feet and then cast her gaze over the kneeling Femmeans – her subjects, all of them. She was Queen Sauda now and no one would take that away from her. Finally, she could put behind her the painful childhood memory of watching her mother be defeated by Oriana – a memory which had haunted her throughout her life. At last, her family’s pride and honor were restored. After a generation, her bloodline was once again on the throne, where she always believed it belonged. The feeling of accomplishment and power was so intense, so overwhelming, that she nearly had another orgasm. It was like the whole world belonged to her. And she was convinced that she deserved it, that she had earned it all. She had pursued her dream, even if it had seemed impossible at times, she had used thought, cunning, treachery, whatever had been necessary, until it had become possible for her to just go out there and take what she wanted by sheer brute force. She had known that she could never become Queen while Oriana was alive. She could not have simply challenged the respected and beloved ruler of the Femmeans – the one who had led the tribe to its greatest prosperity ever. Femmean laws were very strict ad very clear on that matter: The throne could only be contested if it was vacant. And it could only become vacant for one of three reasons. One: If the reigning Queen had died or had become physically or mentally unable to lead the tribe. Two: If that same reigning Queen had abdicated. And three: If she had been removed from power. For a Femmean Queen was anything but an autocrat. Albeit not elected by her people, she was still dependent on their favor to stay on the throne. If for some reason the public opinion turned against her, this could lead to a council of the elders, where, should she be deemed unworthy of the tribe’s thrust, she would be deposed. That same council would then select whomever they decided was the most suitable successor. Should there be more than one choice (as was nearly always the case), the future Queen would be decided through the old ritual contest of unarmed combat.

Sauda had been painfully aware of all this and had spent many a sleepless night both raging against the ridiculous (in her view) laws, which prevented her from claiming what she considered rightfully hers, and at the same time searching for a way around those laws. She had correctly recognized that there was no way Oriana would ever cede power; there simply had been no reason to. And there certainly hadn’t been any reason for her to be removed from power, nor had it been likely that there would ever be one. Not only had she been the most successful leader in Femmean history, she had also been the most respected and beloved one. There had been no way the tribe would ever turn against her. This had left Oriana’s death as the only reasonable hope Sauda could entertain, and even here the prospects of the young pretender had been dim at best. Oriana had been a mighty warrioress and had survived countless battles, so, while it had never been unrealistic that she might be killed in a potential conflict, it had always been far from likely, let alone certain. Especially considering that the Femmeans had not been at war for a good few years, their fearsome reputation effectively guarding their territory. This had meant that, in reality, Sauda would have to wait until eventually Oriana had become so advanced in years that she would be too weak and frail to ride into battle at the front of the tribe and would have to cede the crown and automatically take a place on the tribal council of elders. But this had been something that could – and would – take years, for the Queen had been a healthy and strong woman.

And Sauda had definitely not been willing to wait years. She had wanted to be Queen; she had wanted to rule and be respected and obeyed and even worshiped. She had dreamed about it in her sleep and thought about it nearly every waking moment of every day and she had not been willing to wait idly in the wings her whole life, waiting for something to happen, some miracle that would just hand her the crown. If you want things to happen – make them happen, her mother always said, and Sauda had done just that. With the help of Zalika herself and another woman from their clan, she had made things happen so that Oriana would no longer be an obstacle in her path to the throne.

She had not really wanted it to be that way. A proud and competitive woman, a true Femmean warrioress, she would have preferred to defeat Oriana in combat, but this had simply been impossible. Not because she couldn’t beat Oriana – she just knew she could – but because of sheer circumstance that had nothing to do with strength, skill, courage, wits, or any other thing that truly mattered. Because of an ancient law which she thought was both stupid and unjust, she could never get a chance to prove herself, prove her superiority over Oriana, over everybody, and take the Queen’s crown from her in a fair fight. Left with no choice, she had struggled with herself, knowing that what she was about to do was neither brave nor honorable, but the struggle had not lasted long. She had always believed that it was her destiny to ascend to the throne and so she had gone ahead and fulfilled that destiny. The manner in which she had done it may have been utterly abominable and contemptible, but she had always maintained that the end justifies the means. Still, even she couldn’t suppress a shudder of fear when she thought about what would happen if the Femmeans ever found out what she had done. She knew this wouldn’t happen, though. It just couldn’t. She had deliberately sought an unknown kind of poison, one that would not kill quickly, but would work over the course of many days, so that the effects of the poisoning would be mistaken for an illness. It had taken the old healer years to figure out a way to make such a poison, but she had been successful in the end. No one suspected a thing. Everybody was convinced that Oriana had died from an illness and Sauda was certain it would stay that way. Only she and two others had ever known about her plan. Her mother would never betray her, she knew that. And the healer who had prepared the poison had already been dealt with, her body resting somewhere at the bottom of Demon’s Gorge, where no Femmean ever set foot. No, no one could possibly find out, Queen Sauda, said to herself, the wicked smile once again on her face as she reveled in the glory of her victory and in her newly-found power – power which she intended to keep for life, no matter what the cost.