THE CLAN BY DAVY G

"Not bad for a grandfather," purred the woman as she lay in her husband's arms.

"Not bad yourself old woman!"

The old woman in question laughed out loud before adding, "Twice in one night and no little blue pills were needed!"

"A man has no need for stiffy pills when he is lucky enough to have such a sexy grandmother to inspire him," he replied as he refilled their glasses with some more wine.

"And you were even better the second time," she said as she took a generous mouth full of the dark red wine.

"Even the best pitcher has to warm up in the bull pen before he steps out to the mound."

"You mean this mound my husband," she teased as she guided his large hand between her legs.

"Stop that you wicked girl you!"

"Just trying to see if you were up for a triple header," she cooed back.

"The spirit may be willing, but I fear the flesh is all to weak, most of all when the flesh is half a century old!!"

"Guess I will have to find a younger stud to meet my challenged," she teased right back.

"Lucky for me you don't follow the tradition of your ancient mothers and beat me to death when I get to old to satisfy an Amazon warrior!"

The big woman sat up in bed and in a voice reserved for one of their married fights announced, "My fore-mothers never did that. Neither did we kill our male born children. Those are filthy lies told by the Greeks to ruin our reputation in the ancient world!"

She continued with her tirade, "Our ancient mothers lived a part from men, we lived free, we lived with out men to control our lives."

"So once a month your ancient mother's would raid the villages that surrounded the amazon nation and rape the men for pay back or was it simple procreation?"

"How can you call it rape, when Amazons would search out the same man over and over again? Would you call it rape when the few Amazons who reached old age would continue to seek out the same man for thirty years?"

She added, "Most marriage here in the twenty first century don't last that long!"

"That's true, "Her bemused husband agreed.

"As for that other lie. My ancient fore-mothers did not kill their male off spring, they stayed with their mother's until the age of five. Then they were given to their father's to raise."

"Lucky for our son," her husband replied as he kissed her large breast.

"It was lies such as this that led to the destruction of the amazon nation and the sisterhood being scattered to the four winds."

He was kissing his wife's neck when she was telling her story. He stopped long enough to tell her, "An yet the sisterhood survived."

"In secret and hidden across the world," she complained.

"Ever wonder why so many decedents of the ancient Amazons found their way here to America?"

"I often wondered about that myself," she replied.

"Maybe the fact that our country was built by people who did not like to bow and scrape to the nobility and had the courage and the will to leave their homes and start new lives here in the new world."

"Lucky for us there are so many Amazon decedents here in the United States, we are able to form clans and test ourselves in hand to hand combat against one another. Just as our ancient mothers did!"

"Well it's not every man lucky enough to share a bed with the clan champion of the east coast!" he told her as he gently fingered the faded scars on her breasts from her past combat.

"Four time champion she corrected him!"

"And to think it only took a mere male to force you to give up the championship three times!'

"You, a bottle of wine and a big belly," she complained with a sly smile.

"You might have been forced to surrender your title. But you did gain two daughters and a son to be proud of."

"True enough,' she answered back. She quickly added, "And I did have the fun of fighting to regain my right full place as clan champion three times. Twice against that Bitch kara, I did enjoy making that whore surrender to me in the middle of the ring!."

She wasn't that bad," her husband corrected her.

The way she was flirting and waving her fat ass in front of you, she was lucky I didn't rip her tits off in our last fight!"

"You tried hard enough to do just that," he corrected her.

Her memory raced back ten years to the night she became champion once more. She smiled as her minds eye recalled her rival screaming out her surrender as she worked her breasts over. She had held the championship ever since that night. Ten years of leaving broken and sobbing rivals at her feet and leaving her own blood there as well as the price she paid to remain champion..

Her husband interrupted her trip down memory lane when he asked, "Do you have to fight tomorrow?"

"It's in the blood," she replied. "The call of the warrior is heard by all of us. Our ancient mother's tested themselves against one another, can we their daughters deny that call? Do I have to remind you that our own daughters compete as well?'

"Clara on the west cost and Rima in Texas?"

I know, I know, I don't agree with it but married to you for the past thirty years I do my best to understand."

"And I love you even more for trying to understand." She leaned over and kissed him hard on the lips before adding, "Don't try and tell me you don't get turned on when you watch me fighting it out with another woman?"

"You never look sexier," he admitted.

"For the first time in a hundred years all the clan champions are coming together to crown a queen. I swear to you I will be that queen my love!"

He gently stroked her face before replying, "You will also be forty nine years old on your next birthday."

"What does that have to do with anything?'

"This southern champion is twenty three years old and by all accounts a real savage in the ring!"

"Do I have to remind you I defeated the Canadian champion only last month?"

"She was only eighteen years old and scared to death of you and she still hurt you before you finished her off!"

"She will be a good fighter one day and bring honor to her mother and clan as well."

"But you won't be facing her. This time you will be facing a woman twenty five years younger than you. At six feet two inches two inches taller then you."

"I will have fifteen pounds on her," his wife reminded him.

"One ninety to her one seventy five I know and that is another problem.'

"How so," she demanded to know.

"You're a big sexy powerful woman, strong and brave and I have and always will love you. But as hard as you work out you have been a mother three times. Your softer, rounder you no longer have a wash board for a stomach and gravity is testing that 42" bust line that I love so much. I don't want to see you really hurt!"

"Well this fat old woman knows many a trick and all cat fights come down to a moment when victory goes to the woman who wants it the most. Have no fear my love that woman will be me!"

"You could give up your crown and fight only women near your own age," he pleaded.

"No that is not honorable. To surrender a championship because you are pregnant is one thing, to simply surrender it another. If I am no longer to be champion then I will lose my championship in the ring in a pool of my own blood. At least that way I will still have my honor as a Amazon!"

"Diana please don't do it, I don't want you hurt," her husband pleaded with her.

"Don't worry so, I promise that I will be the one doing the hurting!' She noted the still worried look on her mates face and tried to relieve his worrying by laughing and telling him, "Nothing turns on a Amazon or their daughters more than combat. After I destroy this young bitch tomorrow I expect you to service me as I jump on you in a frenzy of battle lust!'

"Then I better make sure you get a good night sleep tonight and the best way I know is to show you just how much I love you!"

With that he kissed her throat and worked his way down to her bosom kissing each of her faded scars, Then sucking and gently bitting her nipples. He kissed her on the lips as his wife pushed her own tongue passed his teeth and into his mouth. He kneaded her breasts as he kissed her back. He sucked on her nipple as his wife's hands explored his body. She began to moan with pleasure and spread her legs all but begging for him to enter her. He waited concentrating on the fore play she loved so much. Each in turn did their best to pleasure their partner and in doing so brought pleasure to themselves.

A half hour latter Diana his wife was sound asleep with a big smile on her sleeping face. She always liked to make love before a fight. She told him it relaxed her and gave her a good night sleep. Her husband was not so lucky, he could not sleep. He was far to worried about his wife, his love, his big beautiful Amazon. Tomorrow she would be facing a bigger, younger stronger version of herself and he could not see how she could win. What worried him the most was he was not sure she could survive!

As was her habit before a fight Diana slept late. She showered reliving in her memory the love making she enjoyed the night before with her husband. They had breakfast together and as was their tradition being careful not to mention the up-coming battle. Their children were grown now and off on their own. They in turn missed them at times but they had each other and finally the time and privacy they once had. As Diana dressed she went over her strategy for the upcoming battle.

She knew full well she was not the woman she once was. If she was to continue her march to become queen of all the clans she had to defeat this young rival as soon as possible. She was wise enough to know that she could not hope match her stamina. She had to find a way to beat the woman, not her youth. The first five rounds would be the difference between victory or defeat. She knew full well that if the fight lasted more than five rounds she would be in big trouble.

Picking up her bag that was already packed she went down the stairs and sat in the car next to her husband. They drove to the Arena, In truth a mansion in the suburbs owned by a well to do member of the sisterhood. The long circular drive way was all ready filled with cars. Diana and her husband found the place reserved for them next to the basement entrance. Shutting off the car they looked at one another and smiled just before they leaned over and kissed.

There was no wishes of good luck, for by tradition that was the worst luck of all. Instead her husband her love whispered in her ear,"Show her who the boss is babe!"

"You got it lover," was her only reply before climbing out of the car and entering the basement.

The first thing Diana and her husband saw was the ring in the oversize basement. It was surrounded by a number of chairs so any member of Diana's clan could attend and bear witness. Also seats were reserved for the clan of the southern champion Helena. As mate to their champion a place was set a side for Diana's husband. He would be permitted to observe but take no part in the spectacle to follow. Diana and her husband were soon joined by two of Diana's seconds for the battle. The first was Cassandra a life long friend.

The other was a woman named Ruth. Ruth and Diana first met some eight years earlier in this very ring when Ruth earned the right to challenge Diana by defeating a number of the women in the clan. Ruth and Diana had fought tooth and nail for over two hours. Both women had shed blood that day until Diana finally defeated the brave challenger with her infamous groin claw in the eighth round.

Even as the defeated Ruth screamed out her surrender and Diana placed her foot on the naked breast of her rival in the ancient Amazon tradition. A mutual respect had already begun. A respect that in time blossomed into a true and close friendship.

After greeting one another Diana's husband asked both women, "Make sure you take good care of my girl!" "You have our word, we will take good care of your love," Ruth reassured the nervous husband.

They entered the private dressing room as a team. These two friends would prepare her for the up coming battle and act as her seconds in her corner during the fight. Between rounds they will sponge her down cool her off and do their best to stop any bleeding. Diana placed her bag down on a nearby chair and began to undress. When she was naked she lay down on top of a training table.

"Well who else will be fighting tonight?" Diana asked.

"Two youngsters are having their first fight tonight, their mothers will be in their corners." Ruth replied.

"That's a mistake," added Cassandra. "Any one else?" Diana asked.

Gloria and Betty will be going at it again," Ruth answered.

"Again, what will they be fighting over this time?" Diana asked.

Cassandra replied, "What else, a boy toy!"

The three friends broke out in loud laughter before Diana added, "I hope I will still be able to fight over a man when I'm sixty years old!"

"We should all be so lucky," Ruth agreed.

"Those two bring honor to us all!"

"And hope," added Diana.

More laughter followed as Ruth began massaging Diana with a ancient ointment past down from mother to daughter. Not only did the massage tone the muscles but the ancient ointment help cut down on scaring. As she turned over to have her front treated Diana asked, "So what can you tell me about this southern champion?"

"You never met her in person?" Cassandra asked.

"NO, never had the pleasure I've only seen her on tape."

"Well she is six feet two, one hundred and eighty pounds. Her measurements are 40 25 38 and hard bodied. Looks like you can roller skate on her!"

Diana mentally compared her own 42-30-40 measurements with her rival before telling her friend, "She won't be the first hard body I left down and out in the ring!"

"Both Cassandra and Ruth nodded their heads in agreement as Cassandra continued, "She likes to go after the breasts first to weaken her opponent. If she traps you in the corner she will use her fists on your middle. Then when your guard is down throw the knee into your groin."

"Nasty!' Diana then asked, "What type of breast attack does she like?"

"Fist, feet, knees, nails and..... " she waited for a moment before adding, "And teeth!"

"So she likes to bite does she?"

"She's good at it," Cassandra warned her friend.

A plan had begun to evolve in Diana's mind on how to turn that tactic against her rival. She was going over it in her mind when Cassandra asked, "How do you want your nails?"

"File them down to points and make sure there sharp!" was the reply. An hour later with her nails and massage done Diana was taking a nap when there came a knock on the door. Two officials walked in the room. They were here to inspect Diana's claws. They carefully measured and inspected her nails. Making sure they were not more than one quarter inch long and had nothing clued to them to increase there strength or sharpness. Satisfied with their inspection they wished Diana good luck and left.

A half hour later a knock on the door and a young voice announcing ,"Ten minutes champ!"

Ruth took out her suit a two piece black outfit and carried it back to Diana. "Forget the top, I'll just wear the bottoms tonight. Her two friends helped her on with the bottoms, making sure the knots were secure on the side. Diana looked at herself in the mirror. "Not bad for a woman pushing fifty!" she thought to herself.

She liked what she saw, no longer a hard body herself but fit enough. A little soft around the middle but her thick arms and legs still had a lot of muscle. And even if she had begun to sag on top a little, most women would envy her full figure.

Ruth helped her with her silk robe, making sure her red hair was tied back in a pony tail. Diana slammed her fist once into her palm and announced, "Let's go kick some ass!"

They stormed out of the room and into the basement arena They waited in a alcove waiting to be announced. As they waited Diana spied her opponent for tonight. She was impressive even under a long black robe that reached down to her ankle. But what caught her eye was the sight of her old rival Kara talking to the powerful young woman. They had finished talking then kara made her way to were Diana and her friends waited.

"Hello old friend!"

"We were never friends Kara only rivals," Diana answered back."

"Your right, we were never friends or rivals just enemies!"

"What do you want?' Ruth demanded.

"I just wanted to ask the champ here if she wants me to look after her husband for her, since she won't be in any condition to do anything for him after my baby girl gets done with her!'

"Girl?"

"Didn't you know Helena is my daughter?"

With that she walked away laughing.

"Leave it to that Bitch to bring a daughter into a personal matter," complained Cassandra.

"No matter, we have a fight to win!" Diana reminded her seconds.

A moment later she was announced. She entered the ring with the cheers of her clan ringing in her ears. She waved back to knowledge the welcome and blew a kiss to her husband. The referee brought the two women together and told them, "The first woman who wins two rounds will be the winner and clan champion of the whole east cost. She will then advance to meet the west cost clan champion. Each round is ten minutes long with five minutes rest between rounds. You win a round by knocking out your opponent or making her formally submit to me when I ask.

If one of you can not toe the mark after five minutes rest between rounds you lose." "Remember there is no eye gouging or biting anything off, every thing else goes. May the best woman win, when you hear the bell come out fighting!'

"Your going down old woman!" announced Helena as she refused to take Diana's hand.

Retreating to her corner Diana dropped her robe and waited for her young opponent to do the same.

Helena in turn dropped her robe but instead of being simply topless she stood there totally nude. She did have a most impressive body. Large breasts stood firm and high on her chest over a small waist with a wash board stomach and tight ass and hips.

Helena had decided to fight in the nude as a form of intimidation. Diana was to old a hand to fall for such an obvious ploy. She answered in the only way she could, by ordering Ruth to undo the ties of her bottom. A moment later she stood just as naked as her rival to the applause of the gathered clan members. She might not be able to match her younger rival's body, but in doing so she showed she had nothing to be ashamed of either.

Suddenly all that was forgotten as the bell rang and the woman advanced at one another. They showed each other their hands front and back as was the custom. By this they proved to each other the only weapons they had were the ones provided by mother nature.

Slowly the two big women circled one another fists held high looking for an opening. Helena struck first launching a jab that caught the champ high on the head. 'Damn she's quick,' thought Diana as she shook off the blow.

Diana faked a over hand right to her rival's breast. When Helena raised her arm to block the blow Diana came in low with a left hook to the pit of her stomach. Wash board or not her breath exploded from her lips, but she still managed to dance out of harms way before Diana could follow up with a second blow.

The older woman rushed in hoping to land a knock out blow. But the younger woman was to fast for her as she ducked out of the way. Off balance now Diana paid for her gamble when Helena slashed her breast with her sharp nails as she went by. When she recovered Diana kept her eyes on her rival, she didn't need to look down at her self to know the big brunet had opened her right breast from top to tip. She was in pain and bleeding but she had worst injuries in other fights.

Slowly she circled waiting for an opening for some payback of her own, but the young woman was just to fast for her. Diana rushed forward using her extra weight to force the younger woman against the ropes. As she leaned backward Diana threw an over hand right that landed flush On Helena's left breast. Hard knuckles damaged the soft tissue beneath as Helena groaned in pain.

Diana didn't wait for her younger opponent to recover as she launched a cruel left hook catching Helena's right breast flush on it's side. She fought back a scream of pain as she thought her breast was about to be ripped off her chest by the terrible punch.

Diana took a double hand full of her black hair and holding her in place brought her knee up into her wash board stomach.

Helena was able at the last moment to tense her stomach muscles and avoid the worst affects of the blow. Still she faked a moan as if she was shot. Diana thinking she was injured worst than she was brought back her fist for the knock out blow. But in doing so she left her self open to Helena's own punch that landed flush on the nipple of her already bleeding breast. Helena's rock hard fist dug deep into the soft pillow of flesh almost to the wrist.

Diana groaned in agony as she turned and fell to one knee clutching her wounded mammary gland convinced it would fall off if she did not do so. Helena was hurting herself and it prevented her from following up her terrible punch with another attack. Still she was younger and recovered faster than her older rival. Catching her breath she bent over took two hand fulls of Diana's red locks and lifting her by the hair threw her into the corner of the ring.

Bouncing off the corner post Diana was met with a knee to her stomach driving her back once agin. A forearm smash caught the older woman across her bountiful breasts. Driven back into the corner Diana had to hold on to the top rope to remain standing. But in doing so she was an easy target for Helena's finishing blow. Holding her victim steady by her shoulders Helena brought her knee up into the injured champs groin.

Hard knee bone landed flush on public bone as Diana staggered forward clutching herself in agony. She fell forward in a heap clutching at her self trying to rub the pain away from her love nest. She could no longer breath, she couldn't talk. Even thinking seemed to much for her at the moment. She could only lay there rocking back and forth trying to catch her breath.

But Helena was not about to wait for her to recover. She launched a kick that caught her flush in her kidney. She followed that up with a stomp on Diana's still hurting breast. Diana could do nothing but scream in pain. Stepping back Helena waved the referee in to begin the count. She began to count as Cassandra and Ruth urged their friend to get up before the count of thirty.

At ten she began to stir, at twenty Diana reached the ropes and began to pull herself up. Slowly painfully she pulled herself back to her feet just managing to beat the count. Stepping back the referee waved Helena forward to renew her attack. She rushed forward to finish Diana off but was a little to aggressive.

Diana latched out with her foot catching Helena in the knee knocking her down in pain. As she held her knee Diana dove on top of her. The two women began to roll around the ring, pulling hair and punching were ever they could find an opening. Diana brought her own claws into play now as she raked the breasts of the younger woman, leaving long bleeding welts behind. They continued to battle even as the bell sounded to end the round. It took the referee and the two warriors seconds to finally pull them apart.

As they were dragged back to their corners the two Amazon descendants looked at one another with a mixture of hate and new found respect.

Diana was happy to be able to finally sit down and catch her breath. As Ruth and Cassandra sponged her off and tried to stem the flow of blood from her bleeding breast Diana remarked, "Damn that girl is quick!"

"Yes her mother has taught her well," Ruth added.

"In the next round she is going to learn a lesson she will never forget and I will be her teacher!"

Helena was being looked after by her seconds as she remarked, "Damn that old woman is strong. I thought she ripped my tit off with that left hook!"

Her second answered back, "In her younger days she might have knocked you out with that punch!"

"You fought her?" Helena asked.

"I fought her and lost, she's was a great champion once. I only hope your worthy of her."

Helena did not fully understand what her second meant. She had other thoughts on her mind as she stood up and prepared to renew the battle once again. As the bell sounded the two woman rushed forward. There would be no feeling out this time, this time both women were determined to crushed the other. They banged together like a pair of wildcats spiting and scratching, punching and mauling. Faces were punched, breasts mauled and ravaged, hair both high and low was pulled out.

And so it went round after bloody round and still they fought on. It was in the seventh round that Helena found her opening. Diana was growing more and more worried, she had come to believe that if she didn't finish the young bitch with in five rounds she would be in big trouble. But now it was the seventh round and she was no nearer to finishing the young woman than she was in the first. She decided to stand toe to toe with the youngster and gamble on hurting her so badly she could not answer the call to scratch.

They met in the center of the ring and began to throw punches in bunches. Head breasts, belly and pussy nothing was off target, nothing spared as the two women went at each other with a vengeance. "I'll kill you, you dried up old cunt, screamed Helena as she began banging away at the older woman's body.

Diana's answer was to ram her knee into the young woman's groin, not once, not twice but three power full blows that forced the pain racked younger woman into the corner of the ring. Tears ran down her face from the pain between her legs. Diana stepped back for a moment to observe the results of her attack. Much to her surprise the young woman still stood. Her own massive chest heaved with in pain and fatigue. But once more Diana stepped forward to renew her attack.

She threw a barrage of punches into the swelling bosom of her younger opponent who began to weep from the pain. "Please no more, no more," Helena pleaded.

The ref stepped forward and formally asked the young woman, Do you yield?"

The answer came when Helena shook her head no. The ref waved Diana to renew her assault. She jumped forward pumping punch after punch into the body of the young woman. Even the finest toned body must crumble under such punishment and Helena was near that point. Then suddenly Diana was no longer beating on her young foe. Instead she leaned on her now. Her own breasts heaving in pain and near complete fatigue.

Helena spun her tired attacker into the corner, drove a knee deep into her stomach twice then leaned on her with all her weight. Resting for a moment Helena caught her breath then launched an attack of her own. Lifting one of Diana's ponderous breasts up to her own mouth she sunk her teeth into it with a growl. Diana screamed in shock and pain as Helena's teeth did their deadly work.

Blood trickled from the corner's of her mouth as she chewed the sensitive tissue. "God please stop, " Diana begged.

The referee came closer and asked, "Do you yield Diana?"

"No damn it no," she screamed as Helena sunk her teeth into the other breast.

Helena paused in her bitting attack to ask, "Do you give up old woman?"

Diana didn't know what sight was worst. The blood running down her breasts or the sight of her own blood staining the mouth of the woman who did the damage. "Never," she moaned.

"You asked for it you old cow, I'm going to tear those udders you call tits off your chest and hang them on my wall."

"Fuck you, " was Diana's only answer.

"Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck you" Helena screamed in her face as she brought her knee crushing upward into her pussy! Again and again she sent her knee into the blubbering champion. Until she fell forward all but dead to the world.

Helena leaned on the corner ropes as she stood over her foe. More then one spectator thought their champion was dead. But a savage kick from her young opponent rolled the unconscious older woman on to her back. Many there were relieved to see the rise and fall of Diana's big breasts.

A brutal stomp to Diana's groin made the older woman sit up with a scream of agony. A moment later she fell on to her back dead to the world. Helena waved the referee to begin her count

She did not stir until the count of ten and then only to groan in pain. At twenty she raised her head off the mat. Her big body shook as she willed herself to get up. But finally she fell back, her body to damaged to go on. At the count of thirty Helena raised her hand in victory even as Cassandra and Ruth rushed to their friend's side.

They were dragging their injured friend back to their own corner to work on her even as Helena sat down on her stool. "Well that's one down one to go, "her second commented as she sponged her off.

"The old whore will never be able to answer the bell," Helena answered back.

"I wouldn't count on it," warned her second.

Smelling salts and expertly applied sponge revived Diana.

But it didn't stop her husband from coming down to her corner and telling her," No more babe you did your best, but your finished. You can't go back out there!"

"Listen to your husband,"Ruth urged her.

"No," she replied. "I promised him I would win and I will!"

The bell sounded and Diana's seconds helped her to her feet. She stumbled forward and straight into the waiting arms of her tormenter. "Back for some more pain you old Bitch?"

She didn't wait for an answer as she kneed Diana in the stomach doubling her over. A upper cut to her jaw knocked Diana onto her back. A heart beat later and Helena dove on top of her. Stretching the older woman's arms over her head. Helena held them in place with her left hand and took hold of Diana's left breast with her right. Then holding it steady she sunk her teeth into Diana's left orb.

Diana screamed once more and stomped het feet in pain trying to buck off her torturer. A full minute had past and still Diana refused to surrender under the savage attack to her left breast. Tears ran down her face as she cried and screamed but the word surrender never past her lips.

Letting go of Diana's arms Helena now used both her hands to squeeze Diana's right orb. The breast had by now swelled to twice it's size matching the left one. Still that was not enough for the young savage. She squeezed the right one as hard as she could. The flesh bulged under her strong fingers as she prepared to sink her teeth into it's tender flesh. Satisfied that the teat meat was tenderized enough Helena prepared to sink her teeth into the injured orb once more.

But not before she asked, "For the last time do you give up?"

"I, I can't," moaned Diana.

"Then let it be on your head," she replied just before sinking her teeth into the soft flesh.

Diana screamed in pain and terror only to have Helena sink her face deeper into the soft tissue. It was at that moment Diana struck back. Wrapping her arms around the back of Helena's head she shoved her face even deeper into her imposing bosom. This what her plan was back in the changing room while she waited for the contest to begin. Helena scratched at the arms that held her head in place. But Diana would not let go. The breast smother prevented her from breathing, her only escape left to her was to bite and keep on biting. It was a contest now on who could stand it more, The pain as Helena savaged Diana's breast or would Helena pass out from lack of air.

The referee knelt down to listen to Diana's formal surrender or to confirm Helena had passed out. In time Helena had grown limp. The referee raised Helena's hand only to see it fall to the floor. She did the same twice more, when there was still no reaction she tapped Diana on the shoulder and told her," you won this round!"

She pushed the young challenger off her and with the help of her friends made her way to her corner. They in turn worked feverishly trying to stop the bleeding.

Meanwhile a healthy dose of salts had brought the challenger back to the world of the living. The first words out of her mouth when she awoke was, "What happened?"

"She caught you in a breast smother!"

"Did I lose the round?"

"What do you think?" Her second then added, "I warned you she was tough and tricky. She waited for you to sink your teeth into her tit. Then pushed your face into her pillow and held your head in place."

"She's tough all right, a lot tougher than I thought she could ever be," admitted Helena.

"Now your learning girl," her second replied.

The bell rang and the two women staggered out to the middle of the ring. Both were hurting, but it was Diana who was suffering the most. She was sore all over and bleeding from both of her breasts. The pain from her pussy brought tears to her eyes with every step.

But it was Helena who was surprised when Diana launched a standing drop kick that caught the big youngster square in the chest knocking her down. She landed with a thud in the middle of the ring, flat on her back staring bleary eyed up at the ceiling.

Diana rushed forward and launched herself at the young woman in a big splash to end the fight. But instead of landing on Helena's chest and stomach. Diana impaled herself on Helena's up turned knee.

Rolling on the mat clutching her stomach in agony she was a easy target for the double axe handle that landed between her legs. She was convulsing on the mat when Helena stood over her as she straddled her body. Slowly Helena bent over and seizing a breast in each hand dug in her nails into the soft tit flesh and squeezing as hard as she could bent at the knee and lifted Diana off the floor by her ample bosom.

She let the screaming woman hang there for a moment before letting her go to fall back onto her back. Diana could do nothing but sob and rub her injured udders. Once again Helena bent over and taking a double handful of teat flesh lifted the sobbing woman off the floor once again. Diana scratched at Helena's arms, but she would not let go. It was only when Helena hands grew tired did she finally release her.

Diana was finished and she was the first one know it. If Helena lifted her off the floor by her breasts once more, she would be forced to surrender or simply pass out from the pain and be counted out.

Bending over Helena showed her victim her claws telling her, "lights out baby!"

She plunged her claws into Diana's breasts twisted the breast meat and lifted her off the floor. She let her hang there as Diana screamed and screamed.

Helena had her eyes closed tight as she refused to let go with her numb fingers. Her legs were spread wide for better balance as she continued to squeeze with all the strength in her hands. The sound of Diana's screams of pain spurned her on. Then suddenly it happened.

Diana ignoring the agony in her chest and struck back. She launched her famous pussy claw into the unprotected groin of the twenty three old woman. She stood there with her mouth open and her now lifeless arms hanging weakly at her side. Slowly she fell backward onto her well muscled back side.

"Your mine now Bitch!" Diana announced her voice rising in triumph.

Helena raised herself with the help of one arm. Raising her other arm she stuck out her hand and pleaded, "Please not this!"

"Then quit!"

Helena began to blubber as tears rolled down her face. "Your killing me!" she screamed. Diana's only answer was to squeeze all the harder.

"Mercy, Diana Mercy!" she pleaded.

"Did you show me mercy when you all but ruined my teats or when you tried to destroy my pussy you bitch. Well the shoe in on the other foot now and either you surrender or pass out from the pain!"

Helena's legs began to convulse, she was near her breaking point. She begged once more, "Please Diana I beg you Mercy please your killing me!"

"Then die bitch!"

The referee asked, "Do you wish to formally to surrender Helena?"

Weakly Helena shook her head no, even as she let out a ear splitting scream of agony.

It was then the referee announced,"Thirty seconds to the end of the round!"

Diana grew frantic as she began to punch Helena's pussy with her left hand as she continued to lay waste with her right hand to Helena's groin.

"Give it up you cunt or I swear before I'm done with you , you won't be able to walk for a week or fuck for a month!"

Just as Helena was sure she was about to die the bell rang ending the round.

The ref broke Diana's hold a sent the combatants back to their corner. Diana made it back to her own and collapsed in a heap on her stool. Helena had to be carried back to her stool. As she sat there her seconds worked frantically to revive her. She was sponged all over her body , but when her second was about to use the sponge on her groin. Helena told her second, "Not there, I don't want that old bitch to know how bad she hurt me!"

"Her second told her, "She knows already. Maybe it was the begging or your screams of pain, but believe me she already knows how bad she hurt you with that hold."

The young woman hung her head only to have her face slapped. Turning to face her second she was surprised to hear, "Diana also knows one other thing!"

"What?" asked Helena.

"She knows you're the first woman who ever stood up to her pussy claw with out surrendering or passing out from the pain!"

"Look at her, " her second ordered.

Helena looked across the ring at her foe. "She's finished, what ever she had left she spent it in that last round. Ten even five years ago, and she would have moped the floor with you. But not today and not now. She has turned into an old women right before my eyes. Even if you don't know it, you broke her that last round."

Helena did look and she saw an old woman across the ring from her. Her breasts battered and bleeding hung low. She was having trouble breathing and she sounded like a broken tea kettle.

"She was a great champion wasn't she?" Helena asked.

"Yes she was and you would do good be half the woman she is. Now do the right thing and put her out of her misery. Let her go out as the champion that she is."

Helena asked, "What should I do?"

"Don't let her rest, pound her body and when she goes down finish her off!"

Helena nodded her head in understanding and waited for the bell to ring. Soon as it did she rushed across the ring and landed a straight right to Diana's face. As she reeled backward Helena launched a kick square between Diana's legs. She fell back into the corner holding her pussy. Helena rushed forward to finish her but the old champ would not go down with out a fight

She caught Helena coming in with a knee to the groin, then spun her around and pushed her into the corner. Bending low Diana sunk her teeth into the tender and very sensitive underside of Helena's breasts drawing blood. First the right then the left, Diana continued to bite down hard until Helena boxed her ears. Free at last she pushed Diana into the ropes were the two women traded punches. Suddenly Helena did a leg split and launched a right hand punch straight from the shoulder with everything she had. Right into the furry V between her legs.

It was the V for victory as Diana clutched at herself took two steps forward and fell in a heap in the fetal position. Helena crawled after her turned Diana over on to her back and spreading her legs raised her hand into a claw for every one to see. Then she drove her three middle fingers straight into her love canal and began to work the tender walls of her pussy with her sharp nails. Diana was beside her self in pain. She screamed, she pounded the mat and pulled her own hair but she would not surrender. She reached between her legs and tried to pull the claw out of her pussy but she was now to weak.

"Surrender,:" Helena demanded.

"Never I would rather die first!"

More and more of the gathered women called for the fight to be stopped.

"Please give up I don't want to hurt you anymore!"

"Go to hell," was her reply.

Helena's answer was to send her free left hand smashing down into Diana's clit. With a sudden scream of pain the brave amazon descendent passed out. The referee didn't even bother to count out the former champ as the new champ of the whole east coast stood up. As was the tradition she placed her foot on the battered breast of her fallen foe and raised her hand in victory.

It was a hard fought battle an yet she now took no pride in it. She help carry Diana to her corner were she was revived by her seconds. As the now ex-champion awoke her victor looked down and told her, "You're a great fighter and I'm glad I didn't have to face you when you were a few years younger!'

The new champion made her way out of the ring with the cheers of the two clans ringing in her ears. As Diana was helped back to her dressing room a cheer went up from the gathered women as a sign of respect for a great fighter and a game champion!

Cassandra and Ruth worked for two hours tending to their friends wounds. She was a mess and it took them that long to clean her up and see to her injuries. When they finished her husband came to see her. He found his wife with her face facing the wall and weeping,

"Go away I don't want you to see me like this," she pleaded.

He forced her to turn his way and kissed her battered face. I promised you I would become the new Amazon queen. Now I'm not even champion of my own clan!"

He told her, "You will always be my queen and my champion!"

She kissed his lips then said, "Take me home."

He picked her up and carried her out to the car. As he got behind the wheel she told him, "I want a rematch with that bitch. I will ruin her the next time we meet."

He turned off the engine turned to her and said, "Get that idea out of your head this very minute. If you have to fight, from now on it will be with some one closer to your own age. Your days slugging it out with female cement mixtures half your age is over here and now!"

She was about to argue but the look on his face told her he would not back down, not this time. "I lose my championship and I am forced to take orders from a man all on the same day. This is a dark day for this daughter of the Amazons."

"Any day I am with you is a good day," her corrected her.

She smiled back and rested her head on his shoulder as he started the car and drove back home.