The Amazon Combat Arena Story

"Are you going to be good?"

Mike nodded his head emphatically indicating that he would. So she carefully reached into his mouth and pulled out the damp smelly sock.

"Thank you," Mike whispered.

"You can thank me by getting that tongue of yours working; I need to cum."

She moved back over his mouth. Mike attacked her pussy with a sense of urgency. He sensed that his captors would treat him a lot better if he pleased them, and that was what he planned to do.

The more he worked his tongue, the more she gyrated over his face. Just when his mouth began to ache, she grabbed hold of his hair with both hands and cried out as a torrent of fluid poured from her covering his face.

When she finally recovered, she released his head, which landed on the mat with a thud.

"Oh Gringo, where have you been all my life?" she said with a low laugh. "I hope you're as good with your cock as you are with your tongue."

"Release me and I'll show you just how good I can be."

"Sorry, no can do. You might run away before my sisters get back and I'll never hear the end of it."

Moving backwards until she could grab him with her hand, she placed his cock at her entrance and, slowly and carefully, took him in, an inch or two at a time, until she had him all.

"Oh, my God! I feel it all the way into my stomach," she gasped. "I've never had one so big before."

She began bouncing up and down, slowly at first, but as she became more excited she began to piston her body harder and harder slamming into his body as if she were trying to drive him through the mat.

Her pussy was so tight that Mike feared she would tear his cock from his body. As her orgasm rushed through her body, she let out a blood-curdling scream and collapsed onto his chest. Mike could still feel the tremors all long his cock as her internal muscles clenched rhythmically around him. He had never felt anything like it; before he knew what was happening, his own orgasm hit sending spurt after spurt of jism into her comatose body.

When she regained consciousness, she moved up his body until she was looking into his eyes.

"That was wonderful. It's been quite a while since we've had one of you guys in here at night;

I guess you're new around here."

Before he had a chance to reply she continued.

"You're not finished yet; you still have to clean me."

Not giving him a chance to react, she scurried up his chest until she placed had her dripping pussy directly over his face. With her knees locked alongside his head, he looked up helplessly as their combined fluids dripped out of her landing on his face.

"Stick your tongue in there and get it all; clean me good." She ordered as she dropped down once again.

She stayed over him, enjoying the sensation of his gloriously long tongue as it working in and around her opening until she heard the voices of her sisters.

"Come on, Consuela; that's enough, it's our turn now."

Reluctantly, Consuela rolled off of his body on to her back, saying, "I'm not sure I can walk right now. I'll just rest over here, while you guys have your fun."

Mike looked up just in time to see her sisters walk out of the shadows and stand on either side of his head. Looking at one and then the other he decided that he couldn't tell them apart.

They laughed as they responded to his unasked question,

"Yes, that's right we're identical twins; I'm Maria; and I'm Anita; and you haven't experienced it all until you've gotten it from a set of identical twins."

For nearly an hour they used his body for their pleasure. Not that he was complaining, it was just that his pleasure was merely a bi-product of their insatiable lust. It seemed like he was in a never-ending cycle. First one of them would ride his cock and the other would ride his face. When each had an orgasm, one would yell switch, and they would start again. He came at least three more times until - was it Maria, or Anita - proudly proclaimed,

"He's done; we've fucked him dry. Let's wake Consuela; it's nearly five thirty, and we have to get out of here before they open the gym at six."

"What should we do with him?"

"Just leave him; they'll release him when they find him."

As Consuela got to her feet, she walked over to Mike, dropped to one knee, leaned forward, and whispered in his ear, even though she knew he was sleeping. "You were very good, Gringo; why don't you come by and visit us again real soon. The four of us can have a real good time together. I'll send Karla an e-mail telling her where to find you."

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Karla couldn't help but laugh as she read the e-mail from Consuela.

Ms. Karla,

We caught a prowler last night in the gym. We took extra good care of him. You'll find him tied up in ring number 2. I hope my sisters and I weren't too rough on him. He seemed to enjoy himself; I know we did. Sorry about leaving him such a mess, but we didn't have time to clean him up.

Thank You,

Consuela, Maria, and Anita Menendez

'I'd better get down there before Linda gets in or I'll have a full-fledged orgy on my hands. I hope the new security cameras that Cathy installed were triggered by the movement in there. I'd love to have that on video.'

She hurried down to the gym and proceeded directly to ring number 2. There was Mike, naked, spread eagle, tied to the ring posts completely helpless. She could tell he was still alive by the light snoring coming from his prone body. She climbed into the ring and stood over him.

'It really is a shame to have to wake him; I could do so much with that body of his; but I just don't have the time right now. Maybe we'll revisit this situation again sometime in the future."

Kneeling by his head, she gently tapped his cheek, while calling his name. "Mike, Mike, time to get up."

His face glistened and his body reeked of sex. 'Oh please, if there is a God, we'll have this on video.'

Mike's eyes slowly opened. Once again it took a couple of minutes before he realized where he was and what had happened to him.

"Karla, it wasn't my fault, honest," he croaked out. "It all started after the fight..."

"Don't worry I know the whole story," she said as she untied his arms. "I'm not mad at you, in fact I find it sort of enlightening."

Mike didn't quite understand what she meant until he followed her gaze down his body realizing that he was still naked and totally exposed.

"I'll let you finish up here. Afterwards, grab a shower and join us for breakfast," Karla said as she left the ring and headed back towards the exit.

After a long hot shower, Mike finally made it back to his locker, which had been his original destination nearly fifteen hours earlier after his fight with Cathy. He dressed and made his way up to the house.

When he entered the dining room he received a standing ovation. The whole management team was there, in addition to Cathy, who sat at the end of the table with her laptop on the table in front of her. As he took a chair and looked around the room, he sensed that something was up. Min, Donna and even Cathy were looking at him as if he were a piece of center-cut fillet mignon.

With a nod from Karla, Cathy turned the lap-top around so he could watch.

To his horror, there he was spread eagle in the center of the ring, two females riding him hard and a third lying motionless on her back off to the side. The video was a little grainy, but there was little doubt as to the identity of the participants.

Mike fell into his seat, turned scarlet, and brought his hands to his face as the room filled with laughter and cat calls at his expense.

"Mike, don't take it so hard. Cathy assures me that she can clean up the video; we'll be able to put it into our library in a couple of days."

Debbie reached across the table and, pulling his hands away from his face, offered him a very sincere apology.

"On behalf of myself, and I'm sure Beth as well, I'm so sorry that we left you like that. Had we known that something like this was going to happen we'd have never left you in that room. Please forgive us."

Mike looked into her hypnotic brown eyes; he couldn't be mad at her. "You're forgiven; you couldn't have known."

Looking over at Karla, Mike began, "Is there any chance that..."

Karla shook her head, "None at all."

"I didn't think so but it couldn't hurt to ask."

"I'll tell you what I will do, however; since you're the only one in the video, I'll double your commission rate.'

"What about the sisters?"

"They'll each get the referee's share. I can't pay them too much or I'll have to hire a new maintenance company.

"While I've got you all here, I just want to remind you that Anastasia will be here today for her 4 o'clock match."

A collective groan filled the room as all the women voiced their displeasure.

"I want you all to be civil to her. It's in all of our best interests to keep her happy. The company makes a lot of money from her videos which allows me to provide you people with a great benefit package and a lot of hidden perks."

After breakfast, everyone left the table headed for the gym. Just before Mike left the room, Karla called out to him, "Not you Mike; get yourself up to bed and get a couple of hours sleep. You've got the day off today. Set your alarm; I'd like you to come to my office at 3 o'clock; I'd like to introduce you to Anastasia."

"Okay, Boss. Thanks."

Chapter Six:

Mike's alarm went off at 2 p.m. With a moan, he got out of bed and made his way into the bathroom. After splashing some cold water on his face he finally felt wide awake. Remembering that Karla was going to introduce him to the mysterious Anastasia, he took a little more care in how he dressed for the day. Wearing a freshly cleaned and pressed pair of Khakis and a matching golf shirt, which showed off his now, thanks to Truda, extremely buff body, he walked confidently over to the gym.

He entered the offices, gave his best smile and afternoon greetings to Linda and Cathy and a nod to Ira.

"Is she available, she wanted to see me at three?"

"Go right in Mike, she's expecting you."

With a quiet knock on the door, Mike opened it and stuck his head in.

"Hi Boss, You wanted to see me."

"Come on in Mike; I want to go over a few things with you before she gets here."

Mike took a seat in the furthest of the two guest chairs as Karla began to speak.

"First of all I just wanted to add my apology for what happened last night. I should have known something was up when Truda told me you hadn't returned to your room after the fight with Cathy. I could have gone over there and gotten you out before anything happened to you. If you want, I'll keep the video off the website. But let me tell you, if Cathy can clean it up, I'm sure it's going to be one of our best sellers for a long time to come. As far as the fight yesterday, you did a great job."

"Come on Karla, she beat me like a drum. And look at her; she's sixty pounds lighter than me and half a foot shorter. I should have been able to win that fight easily."

"Don't be too hard on yourself. I got you two together on purpose, because after your fight with Truda I wanted to prove a point. It's not about how much bigger you are or how much stronger you are than your opponent that really matters; it's about how much skill you have and how much heart you show that's important. Sure, in both cases I took it to the extreme; in the real world you would never be matched up against either of them. Truda is a freak of nature; she's just too big and strong to go up against anyone other than another heavyweight."

"What about Cathy, according to that logic she had no business being in the same ring with me and yet you saw the results."

"Pound for pound, Cathy is the best pure boxer that I have ever seen. Her reaction time is so fast that she appears to know what her opponent is going to do before he does it. I can't get her to take boxing seriously. For her it's only a game. She just loves it. If I could just get her to train seriously, to have Truda work with her to develop her upper body strength there's no telling how far she could go. When I try to talk with her, all she tells me is that her husband wouldn't approve of her fighting for real, so she doesn't tell him. Instead she tells him that she's teaching aerobic boxing to some of the office staff. She loves him so much that she's afraid that if he ever found out the truth that he would leave her."

"That doesn't make any sense. What about the videos? Sooner or later her husband is going to see one of those."

"Not really; we have an arrangement with her. We edit the video so that for the most part the viewer is seeing it through her eyes. When her face does come up on the screen it's shielded from view."

Mike nodded that he understood.

"So you see losing to her is nothing to be ashamed of. I tossed in that extra incentive because I knew it would make for a better video. Also, tomorrow is her husband's birthday and I figured she'd want to use the money to make his day extra special. Just to let you know, because she loves her husband so much, she does not claim any of her opponents under our spoils system; she always asks one of the other ladies to take her place."

Just then her phone rang. When she hung up, Karla smiled. "Anastasia is here."

Moments later the door opened and she entered the room. In a business-like manner, she said "You wanted to see me, Karla."

"I want to introduce you to our new boxing instructor, Mike Wilson"

Mike was already on his feet, trying hard not to stare. Crossing the room was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her features were perfect. She had long, nearly jet-black hair that framed her oval face, offsetting her flawless light-colored skin. Her eyes were dark, almost almond shaped, and her lips were full and inviting, but it was her height and her manner of dress that immediately caught his attention.

She had to bend slightly in order to clear the door-frame as she entered the room; meaning that she had to be at least six feet eight inches tall. Mike's eyes glanced down at her feet, noting that at least four inches of that height came from her stiletto-heeled open-toe shoes. Clad in a little black dress with spaghetti straps, she looked like she was dressed for a night on the town rather than a trip to the gym.

Mike immediately pegged Anastasia as a sexual predator; every fiber of her being screamed "Worship me!" 'No wonder none of the women like her,' Mike thought as she extended her hand in greeting.

"My name is Anastasia; I'm very pleased to meet you, Mikhail," she said with a very noticeable Russian accent. Mike was momentarily mesmerized by the sultriness of her voice. When he finally found his voice all he could say was "Hello."

Anastasia moved closer to Mike, closer than he felt comfortable with.

"So you are a boxer. I don't do boxing; it is too violent for me. I much prefer wrestling; it's so much more intimate. Do you know what I mean?"

All Mike could do was nod his head. He felt intimidated by this woman. Standing this close to him, he was overwhelmed by her size. Not just her height, but the width of her shoulders and the length and thickness of her arms; not to mention her sheer sexuality. As she talked to him he felt her hand caressing his chest.

"Do you wrestle, Mikhail? I would love to set up a match with you sometime."

Mike nearly missed the almost imperceptible shaking of Karla's head.

"No, wrestling is not my thing. Sorry."

"That's a pity," she said as she took a step backwards and turned back towards Karla abruptly dismissing him.

"Is my opponent here yet?"

"Yes, I understand he got here about an hour ago. He's probably in the locker room getting ready, which is probably what you should be doing as well."

Glancing at her gold watch she replied, "You're right of course. I'll see you in the room at 4."

Without even acknowledging his presence she turned and headed for the door. Mike took note of her incredibly long and sculpted legs, and the sensual swing of her firm-looking ass as she exited the room.

"Okay Tiger, you can stop drooling now," Karla said with more than a hint of annoyance in her voice.

Without hesitation Mike replied, "No thanks; not my type. She thinks entirely too highly of herself and would definitely be way too high-maintenance for me. I won't be anybody's lap dog."

"Well, I can assure you that you're not her type, either. She's not into men at all as far as I can tell. However, before you judge her too harshly let me give you a little bit of her background.

"Anastasia grew up on a small ranch in Siberia, near the Mongolian border. She lived there with her father and two older brothers. At some time in her early childhood, her mother vanished from her life. She was never told the reason why.

"Up until the age of twelve, she took care of the domestic duties of the household; cooking, cleaning and doing the men's laundry. From that age forward she experienced an unusually long period of rapid growth. By the age of fourteen she was over six feet tall. Her father made her work in the fields alongside her brothers in addition to her household duties. It was soon after that that the sexual abuse began. Soon her father, and then her brothers all were taking regular turns with her. For two years she accepted their abuse... until the beatings began.

"One night, after the three of them had consumed a bottle of vodka; her father came to her bed with the intention of taking his sexual pleasure with her. He apparently was unaware of how strong she had become from her field work. According to Anastasia, she killed him with her bare hands. Then she calmly walked to each of her brothers' rooms and killed them as well. In the morning she packed a bag and began the long dangerous trek eastward to the port city of Vladivostok.

"Because of her natural beauty, she had little trouble exchanging sex for passage to the United States on board a cargo ship heading to Long Beach, California. She was smuggled into the country, and at the age of sixteen once again used her body - to get herself a new ID and make a living.

"About two years ago, she came to me and presented her idea for a new form of video entertainment. She called it "Light Switch Matches." I was intrigued by the idea and struck a deal with her. We would split the net proceeds of any video revenue equally, in exchange for exclusive rights of her services. It's been a very lucrative arrangement for both of us.

"So, don't judge her too harshly; she's had a rough life."

After several moments of contemplation, Mike responded. "Okay, I understand that she's had a rough life and I'll cut her some slack. But that doesn't give her a license to be such a stuck up bitch. I have one question; what's a Light Switch Match?"

Karla replied at length. "A light switch match is between a man and a woman and can best be described as a form of sexual combat. Since Anastasia created the rules, they are written from the female point of view. The object for the female is to turn the man on sexually, giving him an erection, and then, by any means available to her, making him loose it; thus the name "Light Switch". She must do this ten times in the course of the match, which has a one hour time limit. Since this is a wrestling match, she accomplishes this feat by placing him in various holds. There is a limit of how many light switches she can accomplish in any one type of hold. This makes for a better video. Anastasia is very skilled at getting guys hard, so we've had no problem in that area. The referee is the judge as to when her opponent is hard and when she has made him soft. By the way, she will only allow me to be the referee. Both combatants wear a suit made of an extremely lightweight stretchy material that clings like a layer of skin, revealing every contour underneath. The male's is made like the swimsuit that a male stripper wears where he's not allowed to show his genitalia. It has a pocket in the front for his penis, which makes it almost impossible to miss an erection.