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 ©  by Emish

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