textfiles/sex/EROTICA/Z/zenobia.txt

Archive-name: Amazon/zenobia.txt
Archive-author: Emish
Archive-title: Passion Challenge


It's a place nobody seems to hear about, a private place, the kind of 
"in" spot that's purposely kept under wraps by those who go there. 
From the outside, it looks like any of a hundred run-down and 
abandoned warehouses that are found around the dock area. But one 
you are inside the backdoor, after you've walked up the creaky stairs 
to the big second floor loft, then you will find yourself in a lavishly 
fitted gymnasium. But this isn't your typical gym, there's something 
very unusual about this place! The first thing you notice is the circular 
pit, a sunken area which dominates the center of the main room. A 
raised section about three feet high all around the pit serves as seating 
for the onlookers as they observe the action that takes place below 
them. The pit itself is thickly padded with what appears to be a thick, 
firm, foam rubber surface. And inside this pit you'll usually find a 
couple of members engaged in a squirming, straining wrestling match. 
Most of the time there's also a crowd of spectators gathered around 
the rim of the pit, cheering the entwined wrestlers.In fact, that was 
exactly what was happening last night when I got to the gym about 
7:00PM. I eased my way through the crowd until I could see down 
into the pit. Had you been there with me, you may have been surprised 
to discover a pair of half-naked women wrestling like a pair of 
wildcats.Oh, I forgot to tell you that this very secret gymnasium was 
restricted to women members only. Men were not allowed! And if 
you're wondering how I happened to be there, well it's quite simple . . . 
I own the building. The women members get to use the space rent-
free, so long as I can come and go as I please, and this is a stipulation 
that I take advantage of as often as I possibly can.So there I was, the 
only man in that huge, private gymnasium full of fabulously fit females, 
most of them stripped down to the bare minimum in  of exercise gear, 
with several wearing only thong  bikinis. And almost everyone had 
stopped what ever they were doing to gather around the pit to watch a 
pair of even more scantily clad women wrestle in the pit. I immediately 
recognized one of the women as being Anita Burns, the gym's 
undisputed champion of the pit. But I couldn't make out who her 
opponent was, since she was smothered flat beneath Anita's  six-foot-
two of sleek, muscular weight in a full length body press. Anita was 
stretched out along the other woman's body with her long legs 
entwined around the other's thighs and calves in a grapevine leg lock. 
Both of Anita's solidly biceped arms were wrapped securely beneath 
the woman's moving as if in slow motion. And at this precise moment, 
it was obvious that Anita was in full control of the match, which wasn't 
that unusual. It always excites me to watch Anita wrestle. She has the 
intricately defined muscularity of a champion bodybuilder, and yet she 
retains the lush curvaceousness of an old Petty Girl or Varga pinup 
model. It is this rather bizarre juxtaposition of sculptured muscularity 
and dazzling feminine beauty that has always blown my mind. And 
Anita knows it, too. Anita is a shameless tease. But pity the poor guy 
who falls for her. Believe me, the strongest most self-assured man who 
ever lived would be mere putty in Anita's capable hands. You see, 
Anita is a card-carrying feminist. She deeply resents the dominant 
position of men in the world, and seems to work overtime at turning 
men on, just so she can shut them off when they least expect it. That's 
how Anita gets her kicks . . . that and wrestling in an erotic, nude-
muscled, sweat-slippery contest of strength with another woman. And 
that was what she was doing right now within that circle of cheering 
female gym members. And me!From the looks of things, I'd almost 
arrive too late. The two nearly naked bodies down there on the rubber 
mat were hardly moving at all, and it appeared that Anita was even 
now asking her opponent if she was ready to give up. Some of the 
onlookers were even moving away from the pit, wandering back to 
their exercise routines as if the battle was already over. I decided that 
they were right, and started to walk on back to my office. But for 
some reason I paused and gave a final glance over my shoulder. Good 
thing I did, else I'd have missed a startling sight. The woman locked 
beneath Anita had arched upward in a bridge, almost toppling Anita 
from her perch. Then the woman began bucking and heaving like a 
wild mare. Anita battled to stay locked in place atop her opponent's 
squirming, thrashing body, without too much success. The other 
woman, and I still couldn't make out who it was, was able to spring 
her legs free of Anita's punishing grapevine. Then she wrenched from 
side to side until she had wriggled free of Anita's hard locked bear hug. 
On hands and knees, the woman tried to scramble away across the 
mat. But Anita was too fast for her. She leaped back upon the woman, 
trying to regain the advantage. Anita was able to snake both muscular 
arms around the woman's waist, while at the same time her powerful 
thighs scissored her adversary's body in a vise of wrenching strength. 
A quick murmur of appreciation came from the crowd that remained 
around the pit, as they saw their champion smother her opponent one 
more time. This time the woman appeared to be trapped, unable to 
move even a finger. Once again it appeared that the match was soon to 
be over. There didn't seem to be a way in the world that the woman 
could escape the champion's clutches again. But just as I was thinking 
that thought, the woman dug her heels into the yielding surface of the 
mat, spreading her feet wide apart, and then heaved both of them 
across the sweat-slick mat in a tumbling roll. Out of that flurry of 
action, the two women wrestlers emerged in a new combination of 
holds and grips. And this time it was Anita who was on the bottom 
being pinned! The two women faced away from one another, head to 
foot, but still belly to belly as they lay there. Anita's opponent was half-
sitting and half-reclining on Anita. A split-second earlier, Anita had 
snaked her long, powerful legs around the other woman in a kind of 
reverse scissors. Anita lay back, holding herself off the mat by resting 
her supple weight on both elbows. Her adversary reached down with 
both hands to grab Anita's lithe hips, trying to wrench those python-
like thighs from around her waist. But Anita's strangling scissors 
held!And now, finally, I could get a clear view of that female wrestler 
on the mat with Anita. And I could hardly believe my eyes. The 
woman was absolutely gorgeous! She was also as perfectly muscled as 
Anita, and THAT was saying something. I continued staring at her 
with amazement, wondering how it was possible that I hadn't seen this 
beautiful woman in the gym before. I found myself wondering just 
where this new gym member had come by her wrestling ability, and 
how she had developed such incredible strength and feminine 
muscularity! At least from what I could see of her, Carla was as 
superbly built as her opponent. Anita or Carla could have tied for the 
championship in any heavy-weight class bodybuilding show they 
wanted to enter. Now I'd better admit to something right off the bat. I 
LOVE big, well-muscled women. By that I don't mean the huge, 
"butchy" , monstrous females with bulging muscles that take away all 
sense of their femininity. Today's body-builders, with their beautifully 
chiseled and self-sculpted muscularity are what I have in mind. I myself 
am  just a tad over six feet, so when a woman is close to my size (or 
even bigger) I'm in 7th heaven. And this newcomer to the gym fit right 
into my sexual predilection for women: beautiful, athletic, muscular 
body types who also liked to wrestle! Carla fit that predilection 
perfectly! This magnificent young Amazon was a complete stranger to 
me, but I certainly didn't intend that to be the case for long.So there I 
was, looking down into the pit at this stunning young Amazon, whom 
I'd not seen before. At that point I turned to one of the women 
standing next to me and asked her about the woman down there in the 
pit with Anita. Actually, I think my questions was something like: 
"WOW! So who's that chick wrestling with the Champ? "Yeah, she's 
really something, isn't she," the women beside me replied. "Hey, that's 
right . . . I don't think you've seen Carla before. She's a brand new 
member, joined only a couple of days ago."Well, that helped to explain 
why she was wrestling with Anita. Every new member was almost 
immediately given a challenge by Anita, just to make certain the new 
girl knew who was boss-lady of the gym. It was sort of like an 
initiation rite. But usually the newcomer lasted no longer than a couple 
of minutes and was then let loose, much the wiser as to who was the 
Queen Bee of the gymnasium."So how long have they been at it," I 
asked."You won't believe this, but they've been wrestling for a half-
hour, and I mean all out," replied the woman beside me. In fact, the 
new girl, Carla, dammed near had Anita pinned flat on her fanny in the 
first five minutes. I could hardly believe my ears.  Anita was the best 
I'd ever seen. I had even wrestled with her a few times, in some hot 
and heavy after-hour sessions when every one else had left the gym. 
Each time we'd gone at it, Anita had me tied up within five minutes or 
less. I would have given anything to have had the match last longer, 
and had fought with my best effort, but just couldn't even come close 
to defeating her. And maybe it was just my male ego, but I couldn't 
believe that anyone else, especially a woman, could wrestle Anita for 
half an hour without being yelling out an "uncle". But as I looked 
down into the wrestling pit, I could see why this new girl, Carla, had 
lasted so long. It was her speed, and the way in which she caught 
Anita in sinewy holds that I didn't even recognize. It was obvious that 
this Carla was a skilled wrestler. However, right now Carla wasn't able 
to use either her speed or tricky holds. She was being held prisoner 
within the hard-muscled vise of Anita's crushing scissors.Carla heaved 
and bucked within the grasp of Anita's powerful thighs, trying 
frantically to squirm free of that devilish hold. Had she not possessed 
such incredibly well-developed abdominals, those squeezing legs 
would have crushed her into sobbing defeat long ago. But every time 
Anita's legs levered inward another notch, Carla would tighten the 
silken bands of sinewy strength across her flat belly, and the 
washboard-like abs were able to resist the pressure. Anita's face 
mirrored the amazement she felt at Carla's unexpected ability to 
neutralize her most punishing hold, the crushing scissors. No one had 
ever lasted more than a couple of minutes in one of Anita's scissors. 
Yet Carla had battled Anita for almost three quarters of an hour now, 
without submitting to those strangling legs. What worried Anita was 
that those coiled, encircling python-like thighs were just beginning to 
cramp from the exertion of her hold. Her rippling thighs were 
beginning to ache, and her splendidly molded calves were bunched and 
quivering in spasms of ultra-flexed effort. Then, finally, with a growl 
of frustration, Anita was forced to release her scissors from around 
Carla's adversary in a kind of reverse head-lock. Then, in a display of 
amazing pure female strength, Anita slowly lifted both of them from  
off the mat. Carla's big sweat-slippery body was bent backward, taut 
as a bow. I was now able to see, for the first time really, Carla's upper 
torso in all of its breath-taking magnificence.Bent backward as she 
was, Carla's sinewy belly flattened out and became drum-hard. Carla's 
solidly formed breasts were arched upward,  nipples hard and erect 
from the friction of rubbing back and forth against the bare flesh of her 
opponent.Slowly, inexorably Carla was being brought up from the 
mat. Her legs, hard-flexed and straining to maintain balance, were 
beginning to quiver spasmodically. Actually, Anita never quite got 
Carla all the way up and onto her feet. Just as Carla reached the half-
way point, Carla seemed to do a quick backflip and went right on over 
Anita's broad shoulders. That acrobatic flip had released her from the 
bondage of Anita's tortuous headlock. They got back up to their 
feet.They were circling again.  The two half-naked women stalked one 
another, looking for just the right opening that would give one or the 
other an advantage. When they did finally leap forward to resume their 
wrestling, we could hear their sweaty bodies coming together with a 
resounding SPLAT of wet flesh. They stood there for a moment, their 
bodies locked together as they strove to master each other. The two 
women spun and twisted, each trying to off-balance the other. Then, 
finally, they tumbled back down to the thick mat.Carla had somehow 
managed to capture Anita in a strangely effective combination of 
holds, a body lock and head scissors. Anita was locked in an upside-
down position, leaving her head between Carla's muscular thighs. Both 
of Anita's legs were dangling down. Carla had wrapped her strongly 
biceped arms around her opponent's thighs, leaned back, and strained 
in her dual holds of torture as she rocked Anita back and forth. Carla 
took a deep breath, ballooning her naked breasts and sucking in her 
flat belly, as she squeezed a little harder. Anita somehow fought free of 
Carla's holds just enough to bring her own strong arms into play. The 
two naked Amazons lay tight-locked together, putting everything they 
could into their holds . . . Carla with her strangling scissors locked into 
place around Anita's head and upper shoulders, while her strong, 
muscular arms held Anita's  arms immobilized in a bear hug. Anita, on 
the other hand, had managed to hook one arm around Carla's head in a 
necklock, and tried to bring her own grappling thighs into play.Their 
bodies were by now steaming hot from the exertion, and sweat 
gleamed on their naked flesh. Their two muscular bodies slid back and 
forth against one another; breasts rubbing against satiny breast until 
their nipples were stiff and aching, smooth bellies slurping together, 
powerful thighs rippling and coiling like pythons around each other's 
straining bodies.There was a strange glazed look to Anita's eyes, and 
her breath was coming in hot, panting gasps against Carla's face. A 
low moan came from between Anita's parted lips, as she seemed to 
strain even more tightly against the slippery body of the woman who 
lay within her grappling limbs. It was not a moan of pain, but of erotic 
delight!I knew from experience just what was going on down there in 
the pit as Anita wrestled Carla. I'd discovered during one of our own 
late-night tussles on the mat that Anita was certainly no Lesbian. At 
least she had gotten just as turned-on as I did, particularly after a solid 
five minutes of sweat-slippery grappling in nearly naked combat. At 
first I'd figured that it was just the fact that she delighted in besting a 
man in physical strength that got her so aroused. Perhaps it was an 
overt reaction of her hard-core feminism, and her distaste of being 
dominated. But I had seen that same kind of arousal take place during 
particularly long wrestling bouts with women, too. But the fact that 
she was even now obviously in the throes of lusty eroticism  as her 
body ground against the nude-muscled torso of Carla wasn't absolute 
proof of her being bisexual. At least I was certain of one thing; Anita 
and Carla would not end their wrestle in the same was that the 
Amazon pit-champ and I had ended ours on two occasions! Hm-
mmmm, but then we had no spectators looking on during our late-
night battles down on the wrestling mat. Anita had taken me down into 
a body-smothering pin on the yielding surface of that rubbery mat 
twice. Once to win the bout, and once to make me yield to her 
passion! But this match with Carla was different. I could see that as I 
looked down at them now.For almost another twenty minutes they 
strained together. Anita used every wrestling trick she'd ever learned, 
but she could not seem to make her beautiful opponent give up her 
dual holds. And Carla was just as unable to pin Anita, despite her own 
tricky moves and devilish holds. None of us had ever seen  anything 
like this before! In fact, a couple of the bystanders were already 
suggesting that we climb down into the pit and stop this savage 
wrestle before someone really got hurt. But then, a moment later, we 
heard a muffled voice cry out: "Oh-hhhhhh God! Please . . .  I give up, 
I quit! Uncle!" The two women were so tightly enwrapped in each 
other's arms and legs that none of us could tell who had yielded. Then 
I saw that tears were streaming from Anita's eyes, as she once again 
cried out in surrender. For an instant, it appeared that Carla did not 
hear Anita's cries of pain and vanquishment. Carla's eyes were wide 
and staring, seeing nothing. She was so intent upon maintaining her 
holds that she had lost al idea of where she was or what she was 
doing. But then, slowly, her mighty muscles began to release their 
amazonish grip around Anita's body. And it was Carla who eventually 
climbed to her feet to stand victorious over Anita. There was a new 
champion of the pit! The gymnasium was rocking with the sound of 
applause and cheers. Not a single person at the gym had escaped 
humiliation at the hands of Anita, including myself. So we were all 
delighted with the unexpected turn of events.Carla staggered over to 
the edge of the pit, looking for a towel to wipe away some of the 
sweat that filmed her big body. Without even thinking, I grabbed a 
towel off a rack of weights and handed it to the blonde beauty. Her 
brown eyes met mine, and I saw a quick frown of surprise at the sight 
of a man in the all-woman gym. But then, just as quickly, she parted 
her lush lips in a dazzling smile of thanks . . . and I lost my heart as 
totally as Anita had just lost the wrestle!Needless to say, I got one of 
the girls to introduce Carlato me within a few days of that breathtaking 
wrestling bout in the pit. We hit if off from the very beginning. At first 
we dated a couple of times a week, but before long it was every single 
night. And before I really knew what hit me, I'd fallen hopelessly in 
love with this lovely, athletic young woman.Surprisingly enough, 
neither of us had ever talked about that incredible wrestling match 
between Carla and Anita. I discovered very quickly that Carla was 
terribly embarrassed about my having been a witness to that titanic 
battle between the two half-naked woman.  Carla told one of the 
other girls at the gym that she was sure I'd been shocked, even "put 
off" by the sight of watching two half-naked females locked in a 
sweaty, disheveled battle for supremacy. Oh yeah? Well she certainly 
forgot to ask me! As soon as I knew that she felt that way, I tried to 
talk to Carla and let her know how proud I was of her magnificent 
strength and wrestling ability. I tried, but each time it came up she 
immediately changed the subject. Finally, I came to the conclusion that 
for some reason, Carla was ultra-sensitive about her superbly 
developed muscularity and her Amazon strength. So I found myself 
playing this incredibly frustrating game with the woman I loved so 
much. I pretended not to be aware of the very thing that so excited me 
about her. But I knew that I couldn't keep my feelings hidden forever. 
All I could do was bide my time, and wait for the right opportunity to 
present itself so that I could really let Carla know how I felt about her. 
But that's ANOTHER story!

Copyright 1993 <20>  by Emish
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