I've been away for a while but I'm finally back!!! I hope you like this story! (I will finish the Wonder Woman story soon also! I lost the last part of it, but I was able to retrieve it again! Thanks for waiting)
Many years ago, when the world was thought to be flat, there
lived a great king that has been forgotten by historians. This
king's name was Ramos, king of a country that was also
forgotten; Pridon. Pridon was named by King Ramos' s
grandfather and other members of the community of elders
among the mountain people. The elders strived for years to rid
themselves of the hated people of Raden, who quite simply were
barbarians who raped and pillaged all of those that they could.
The Radenites were merciless and brutal and it took many long
years and many lost lives to finally defeat them. Montel,
grandfather of Ramos, was a key factor in defeating the
Radenites, and he became a very beloved man for his actions of
bravery and fortitude. Montel soon became known throughout the
land and the grateful people that he helped to save from their
oppression wanted to make him a king. The problem was, they
had no country to call their own. Montel and the elders discussed
forming a country and its boundaries for many months and they
finally had their own place, a kingdom that they could call home
and protect themselves from intruders. Next came the naming of
this country. After several days of debate, the elders and now
King Montel decided on the name of Pridon. It was so named
because of two very important words to the people of that time;
pride and honor. The people now called themselves Pridonians
and they were indeed a united and very proud country. Pridon
virtually became a mountain fortress over the next few decades
and no other countries dared to challenge them, at least on the
battle field. However, as word traveled about the olympic games
in Greece, other kingdoms devised games of sport for their
countrymen as well. King Montel had a fabulous arena built and
invited all neighboring nations to participate in a yearly harvest
celebration. Pridon became "Greece of the North" and soon
many nations challenged the Pridonians at sports every year at
harvest time.
King Montel died shortly after Pridon was firmly
established as a strong and soon to be powerful nation. The
throne was then occupied by his only son, Rance, who, to put it
bluntly, did not possess his father's vision nor his brains. Rather
fortunately for the Pridonians, King Rance died at the young age
of 34 and his only son became king. Prince Ramos, a lad at the
tender age of 16 was thrust into power and soon proved to his
strongest skeptics and critics to be a very wise and noble king.
King Ramos had a vision even greater than his grandfather and
in a few years, those used to be critics were now bragging that
he would be the greatest king to ever live. Ramos had idea after
idea about how to expand the treasures of Pridon, and while still
in his early 20's, Pridon became the richest nation known to their
world. Ramos knew that riches could buy power and he fortified
the perimeter of Pridon with the strongest and most weapon
ladened army known to exist. He weeded out those deemed too
greedy and promoted those who were faithful to him and his
realm. By the time Ramos was 35, he had his entire known
world at his beck and call, and if he called, you had better
answer swifty. No doubt that the Sicillian mafia had men of this
same vision when they came into power. With all of his affairs in
order and all of his enemies thoroughly thwarted, King Ramos
now had time to enjoy life. The great arena that was built by his
grandfather had been inactive for many years since business
had to take precedence over pleasure. However, now was the
time to again invite neighboring countries to participate in
contests of sport with the people of Pridon as King Montel meant
it to be many years ago. There was a fascination during this time
with the sport of wrestling and it seemed that everyone was
enthralled by the spectacle of watching two strong men engage
in hand to hand combat. But, unlike his grandfather, who also
liked the sport of wrestling, Ramos delighted in his own fantasy
of watching two women do battle on the sand of the arena floor.
Never had anyone entertained the idea of women wrestling until
Ramos brought it up. At first the elders scowled and balked but
when Ramos summoned two of his beautiful chamber maids to
give an exhibition in private, in the nude, they quickly changed
their minds and saw how wonderfully erotic it was to see two
beautiful women locked in mortal combat. Needless to say, it
didn't take long for the royal cabinet to construct a search for
strong and beautiful women far and wide to participate in this
most anticipated and exciting sport created by the great King
Ramos.The fascinating spectacle of female wrestling thrived in Pridon
and soon the great arena (named Montelion) became a legend
to all who knew of its existence. As the months and years
progressed, a few of the women excelled magnificently in the
sport of wrestling. None better than the female champion of
Pridon, Tula. Tula was the daughter of Londar, captain of the
guard, a very powerful and brave man who was killed 15 years
earlier ensuring Pridon's freedom. Tula never knew her mother
and she was virtually raised by the guardsmen who loved her
father as much as she did. Tula was taught how to fight and
think like a soldier at the very young age of 9. Now at 24, she was
one of the strongest and most beautiful women in the land.
Standing 5' 9" tall and weighing 140 lbs., Tula had a savage
beauty about her. Her hair was straight and long, falling almost
to her waist. Her radiant locks were so black, her hair seemed to
be streaked with dark blue highlights. Tula was very beautiful
and buxom. Many of the men thought that her best feature was
those magnificent breasts of hers. The Pridonian champion had
a luscious tan and full breasts adorned with enormous
brown areolas as large as a man's palm (which captivated every man who saw her).
Since she was 18, she had been wrestling at Montelion and she
was still undefeated after six years of competition. Her record
was an unprecendented and truly remarkable 137-0. Tula loved
performing naked in front of huge crowds as they cheered her to
glorious victory time and again. Ramos never got bored of his
wonderful creation and soon found ways to make the matches
even more exciting. Tula could virtually have any man she
wanted and Ramos knew it. Many times, Tula's challengers
brought along their lovers to watch them wrestle. The gorgeous
brunette loved humiliating her challengers and if one of their
lovers was handsome and strong, she would likely bed the
loser's man before they left the country to go back to their country
in shame. Ramos devised a different kind of match if indeed
Tula did have some sexual interest in her opponent's lover. This
type of match was called a "Stake Match", and it made for a very
frenzied atmosphere when one occurred. The idea was that if the
challenger beat Tula at wrestling, she would be entitled to her
entire fortune which was vast indeed. If Tula won, the loser
would be staked in the center of the arena and Tula would have
public sex with her man right next to the loser while she lay
spread-eagle for all to see. So far, four women tried, and all four
women got staked and had to endure listening to their men get
sexually devoured by the lusty vixen of Pridon. The losers would
close their eyes and scream as Tula had her way with each of
the men. The crowd would go crazy with various chants and wild
celebration as Tula sated herself and her partner. It had been
almost a year since Tula's last stake match because the women
simply stopped challenging her. They had too much to risk, and
Tula was far too good of a wrestler. However, challenges always
arise and soon, Tula will meet her toughest challenge yet. A well
trained blonde from the south of Cruldier with a reputation to be
as fierce and dominating in the sport of wrestling as Tula's. Her
name is Kimber and her lover's name is Bracht. Kimber is
willing to risk losing Bracht to Tula for a chance of winning the
champions money (in today's world, Tula's fortune would be
worth about 10 million dollars). Word of this match spread like wildfire, and soon, King
Ramos realized that he had to extend the viewing area of the
arena. Masses of Kimber's countrymen and women travelled to
Pridon to cheer on their female champion. Pridonians showed
equal enthusiasm in supporting their great champion, Tula.
When the big day finally arrived, the anxious crowd grew and
grew and filled Montelion like never before. The match between
Tula and Kimber was the most anticipated wrestling match
anyone could ever remember! Finally, the great arena swelled
with over 80,000 fans. The wrestling circle had been diminished
in size due to the enormous number of spectators, but the
women would have plenty of room to engage in battle. The circle
of combat was still almost 50 feet in diameter as it was
surrounded by onlookers and attainable by four aisle ways that
stretched to the corners of Montelion. At one aisle at the edge of
the circle was Tula's entire treasure, which was well guarded by
six infantry men of Pridon. Behind them was an entire brigade of
soldiers just in case anybody had any ideas of thievery. The aisle
to the right of that one stood two men with shackles and stakes,
prepared to act in the event Tula was victorious. Again to the
right, a giant gong with a striker at the ready. The fourth aisle was
occupied by a very naked and a very aroused man; Bracht.
Kimber's lover stood loosely bound, his mighty arms stretched
outward as if he were about to be flogged. Bracht was certainly
strong enough to break the ropes which held him, but this was
part of the rules of the match and he had to watch the entire
event from this position. The women howled and screamed
lusfully at Bracht, not only for his awesome muscular physique,
but for his massive manhood which stood out long and thick
from his lower body. The trumpets sounded at the signal of King
Ramos, which meant that the two combatants were about to
enter the arena. An eerie silence fell over the crowd as they waited for
the wrestlers to appear. Finally, out of the southeast tunnel a
figure was visible and soon it became clear that it was Kimber,
the challenger, approaching the center of the arena floor. Mixed
boos and cheers rained down on the blonde's entrance as she
seemed only to hear the cheers. Kimber was clad in a short tan
leather robe and had her arms raised to the massive crowd
before her. She turned to Bracht and released the belt of her
robe and flung it high into the air as the now naked blonde
raised her arms once again. This time she heard many more
cheers than boos! The blonde's full and firm white breasts were every bit as impressive as Tula's. Indeed, Kimber's massive pink areolas were even larger than those of the champion of Pridon. Kimber then stood with her hands on her hips and waited for her opponent. It was a short wait as Tula charged
out of the southwest tunnel on horseback. The stunning brunette
received a thunderous ovation as she halted the horse and
dismounted about 15 yards from her rival as Kimber just
glowered at her with hatred in her eyes. Tula was dressed in her
full combat gear from head to toe and she wielded a mighty
broad sword as she too acknowledged the crowd. The Pridonian
champion donned her war helmet, body armor and knee high
laced boots. Magically, in a matter of seconds, two servant girls
had her completely stripped naked as the crowd roared its
approval. Tula was naked now except for the large gold
medallion which hung by a chain from her neck and nestled
beautifully just below her magnificent cleavage. The
ever-confident brunette lustily looked at Kimber's lover and licked
her lips with pleasure as Bracht's hard cock screamed for
attention. Now Tula's personal servant came to remove the
medallion and place it next to the rest of her mistress's treasure.
Guards were assigned to remove all of the entrance props used
by the two combatants and the match was just moments away.
There would be no referee to stop the action, but there will be a
man hovering by the fighters to signal the gongman when to
strike. A tame, if I failed to mention before, is the eqivilent of a
modern day pin. When one of the wrestlers is pinned flat on her
back and her opponent is astride her, The man overseeing the
match will hold up his right arm and the gong will be struck for
as long as his arm is raised. The overseer counts as the gong is
struck. If the gong stikes 10, the woman being pinned is
pronounced tamed and the match is over. A 10 count gong takes
approximately 30 seconds to complete, so the loser will be quite
tamed indeed! King Ramos regarded each woman, noting that
Tula looked like the dangerous and beautiful predator that she
always was as Kimber nervously looked over at Bracht seeming
a little unsure of herself. The overseer waited for the king's
command then signaled for the match to begin. The two
luscious warriors charged each other and were soon grappling
on the ground like mad women. The crowd noise was deafening
as the busty rivals attacked each other relentlessly. The action
was too frenzied to give an accurate account of other than to say
that one was giving as good as she was getting. Along with
experienced wrestling holds, there was hair being yanked out,
wild flips, loud slaps, breast pulling, everything could been seen
if not heard. Tula attempted the first tame and the crowd chanted
wildly. The gong struck 4 times before the frantic blonde toppled
her brunette rival. Another flurry of action and soon Kimber had
Tula on her back, but only for a 3 count. Tula was truly being
tested this time and to the amazement of herself and the crowd,
Kimber soon had her in the tamed position again. The
Cruldierian kept the champion of Pridon on her back for 6... then
7... but Tula dislodged her rival before the gong struck 8. Tula
was furious at Kimber and herself for almost getting tamed and
the brunette started to show her warrior pride and mentality.
Kimber tried to match Tula's intensity but the brunette had the
blonde in her sights. Tula went for another tame and Kimber
writhed on her back for several minutes enduring counts of 5
then 6 then 4. Finally, Tula captured Kimber in what is now called
a grapevine pin (which is a full-body pin accompanied by a
strong leg lock preventing a kick-out). Kimber thrashed about
desperately under Tula as she tried to break the hold, but the
count reached 7...8...9. Finally, the blonde got off of her back but
she was exhausted and Tula knew it as she went for the kill.
Kimber cried out as she fought with all of her remaining strength
to keep Tula at bay, but alas, the Pridonian champ prevailed and
soon had her blonde foe in another agonizing grapevine pin. As Tula lowered her magnificent tits onto her opponent's face, the crowd counted along with the gong strikes as the brunette rode the busty
blonde out and completely tamed her for a count of 10. Tula
raised her own big tits out of Kimber's smothered face as the
blonde lay in total defeat before her rival and the huge crowd, but
most excruciating, before her lover who was watching in utter amazement. The overseer shouted, "Kimber of Cruldier has been tamed by Tula of Pridon!" Then he motioned
to the men with the shackles, "Stake her!" The two men knew all
to well what to expect from Tula. The champion released
Kimber's legs but not her wrists as the men fastened the
Blonde's ankles to the sandy floor of the arena first. Kimber
squealed and cried and begged for Tula to show her mercy. Tula
laughed viciously at her beaten rival as she enjoyed a few more
minutes of gloating over her before she gave the men the order
to stake her wrists. The crowd from Cruldier was shocked into
silence as the Pridonians chanted and celebrated irreverently
among them. With Kimber now spreadeagle on the floor of the
arena, Tula went to get her prize. Bracht looked like a dog in heat
and Tula was truly a bitch in heat at this moment. The busty
winner grabbed Bracht by his huge throbbing cock and brought
him over to where his ex-lover was staked. Tula straddled the
now pathetic blonde and dropped to her knees above Kimber's
torso. Bracht stood facing Tula as he stood directly over Kimber's
face as Tula proceeded to perform oral sex on him. Tula stopped
just before the mighty Bracht ejaculated and she laid down right
beside the staked blonde. Bracht wanted to touch Kimber, but
Tula would not let him. Bracht was not too disappointed, for what
lay beneath him was a gorgeous busty brunette goddess that
soon satisfied him beyond his wildest dreams! The beaten blonde wailed helplessly as her lover
mounted her conquerer and brought her to never before reached ecstacy!
THE END
