West meets East - Part 3 by parthianstories@yahoo.com this is my third attempt at writing. i would be curious as to the reader's thoughts. questions and comments are welcome. You can visit my page for my stories : sites.google.com/site/thelittlemanandtheamazon Hans made eye contact with Mengran, and walked to the center of the arena unarmed. Mengran did the same, and once she was there, Hans extended out his arm for a handshake. Mengran extended out her arm and shook Hans' hand. hans noticed that mengran wasn't as nervous as he thought she should have been, but he didn't give it much thought. Having lived among the nomads for 30 days and observed them, she had gotten the feeling that they were not as deadly once they were off their horses, and in an enclosed space in a one on one combat situation. that had helped her come up with a collective game plan for her battle, and to pick out he contents of her trunk accordingly. She had had a month to think things through. When Mengran had walked into the arena, she had noticed that in the northern corner of the fighting area, two 10 foot high wooden poles had been planted into the ground 20 feet from each other, and that two long pieces of rope hanged from the top of the poles. She asked Hans what their purpose was, and Hans replied that given that she was going to be a sacrifice, after she had been killed, her body was to be cut in half and hung from the ropes so that the vultures could feed on her carcass. Mengran had also noticed a full length mirror in the southern corner of the arena, and she also asked about its purpose. Hans replied that it was for him to enjoy seeing his own reflection holding her severed head after she had been defeated and killed. Hans told Mengran that he would try and kill her as swiftly as possible, to minimize her suffering. Having answered mengran's questions and shaken her hand, Hans informed her that it was time to start fighting and they went to their respective corners. Hans decided to start the battle with his sword. It was medium and light-weight and razor sharp. Hans started to go through a warm-up routine with it. Mengran had meanwhile reached into the chest and produced two large sheilds, holding one tightly in each of her hands. After around five minutes Hans confidently approached Mengran. Hans attacked swiftly and with determination, aiming for her neck and swinging his sword around in a 360 degree circle, determined to decapitate her instantly. However, given that mengran was 20 inches taller than hans, she had a considerable reach advantage, and she easily blocked him with her right shield. Hans backed up, and charged at her once again, this time bringing his sword around in the opposite direction. Mengran successfully blocked him again this time with her left shield. This cycle repeated itself another four times, until Hans decided it was time for another strategy. After resting for about five mintues, Hans approached mengran once again with his sword, this time aiming and thrusting the sword directly at her abdomen withthe goal of disembowling her. But once again, mengran's reach advantage proved decisive and she blocked his thrust with one of her shields. Hans backed up and charged once again, but mengran successfully blocked him once more. Hans spent the next 10 minutes attacking savagely and mercilessly, trying to either decapitate or disembowel her, but it all proved to be futile. Finally, Hans decided that he needed another strategy. He returned to his corner, put down his sword, and started to contemplate his next move. After about five minutes, Hans picked up his mace and attacked. Once again, Hans attacked swiftly and with determination. Swiftness had always been one of his advantages in battle. Hans had reasoned mengran had survived their last encounter because of the shields, so the sheilds had to be destroyed. Hans obviously knew that a mace would deliver a stronger impact than a sword. This time his strategy was simple. He would hit the sheilds until they were destroyed, or until mengran dropped them from the force of the impact. Hans spent the next 10 minutes relentlessly attacking. The sheilds were however made of very thick wood, and the impact from Hans' blows simply wasn't strong enough. Hans' predominant strong point in battle had always been speed, and not brute strength. Also, mengran never dropped either of the shields as hans had hoped that she might. After another five minutes with no results, realizing the futility of its strategy, Hans went back to his corner, dropped his mace to contemplate his next move. By now, hans had been completely surprised at the level of mengran's first display of strength, with her carrying two of their largest shields. He himself had always carried one shield, which was of medium size, and he had found it somewhat heavy. And here was mengran carrying two of their largest shields, without the slightest show of fatigue or exhaustion. But he brushed it off, believing in the concept of male superiority. Given the level of determination and speed with which Hans had attacked mengran with, he was now beginning to experience fatigue in his right arm. His remaining two weapons were now a lance and a bow and arrow. He spent the next 10 minutes messaging his right arm, and then approached mengran with the bow and arrow. He started shooting the arrows at mengran. Mengran however, had picked two shields that were 30 inches in diameter each. When placed side by side they literally formed a 5 foot wall of defense. Hans fired a volley of arrows at mengran, but with the surface area provided by her two large shields, mengran blocked all the arrows successfully. After resting, with his only remaining weapon being a lance, hans picked up that weapon and approached her. Once again, mengran's height and reach advantage, and the surface area of her shields saved her life. Mengran successfully blocked each of Hans' thrusts with the lance. Finally, Hans threw the lance towards Mengran with all his stength as a last effort. The lance hit the shield as expected, and this time stayed stuck in the shield. Out of weapons, and more importantly frustrated, Hans returned to his own corner to contemplate his next move. This gave mengran a chance to stretch and message her arms, as they had cramped up a little, given that the shields had been very heavy and they had also received all the impacts from hans. As far as mengran was concerned the most dangerous part of their confrontation was now over. She knew that Hans was now out of weapons, and he hadn't brought anything else with him. She had had a feeling that Hans' ideal battle would happen on horseback in an open field, and she had also sensed that he was used to lightning quick fights. At this point mengran decided to change her clothes. Mengran took off her white cotton long sleeve shirt, her long white cotton pants, and her white cotton underwear. She also took off her socks and shoes, until she was completely nude. She reached into her trunk and pulled out a one-piece see-through silk lace article of clothing that would cover her entire body except her hands. It had a very fine zipper in the front, two extremely small heart shaped pieces of pink silk fabric that would cover her nipples, and a small heart shaped piece of pink silk fabric to cover her pubic region. Mengran opened the zipper, and slipped on the article of clothing, and zipped herself up. It fit her like a second skin, and even covered the sole of her feet. Ideally she would have worn it from the beginning, but it had been a birthday gift from her mother, and she didn't want to risk getting it torn. If someone had been looking at mengran from far-away, she would have seemed almost naked, with only her nipples and pubic region covered by very small pink silk hearts. By now, Hans concluded that they were down to hand-to-hand combat. He approached mengran with his clenched fists. He was momentarily startled by her change in appearance. Hans thought about punching mengran in her face, but her 20 inch height advantage made that seem very impractical. Instead, he concentrated on her abdomen. Numerous times he tried punching her there, but each time she would lift her thigh and block him. Finally, completely frustrated by now, he tried punching her breasts, first with his right hand and then with his left. Each time, mengran successfully grabbed his wrists. For some reason, mengran took this very personally, and tripped him backwards, landing on top of him with her full weight. Hans was momentarily stunned. Still very angry at him, while he was still stunned, mengran lifted him up slightly, placed one of her hands on his sternum, and another hand on the inside of his thigh, lifted him up above her head, jumped into the air with him, and they came back down together, with mengran on top of hans, their bodies hitting the ground together at the same time. hans felt the full impact of mengran's weight from that height in a classic power slam. That power slam competely knocked the wind out of hans. Judging by the look on Hans' face, mengran knew that she now had the opportunity to try a few moves on him. But she decided that it would be best if she first took off his light-blue silk clothing and his light chain-linked armor. That proved to be very easy, as his light chain-linked armor wasn't fastened to anything. It had just been put-on on top of his regular silk clothing. Mengran soon relieved Hans of his chain-linked light armor, his silk long-sleeve shirt and pants, and his shoes and socks. By the time she was done with him, he was down to just a pair of white cotton boxers. By now, Hans was beginning to recover from the power slam. Mengran picked up Hans' right leg, stepped over it, wrapped it with one of her own legs, and applied a figure-four leg lock to hans. She laid on her back to complete the move. From her lying position she looked up at Hans who had by now regained his senses. hans tried to stand up, but soon realized that he couldn't. he looked at his legs, and saw that they were intertwined with Mengrans'. mengran also looked at their legs and saw that hans had tensed his calves and thighs, to try and get free. she had hardly felt his struggles. hans continued to struggle, but to no avial. mengran knew then and there that she had him trapped, and that he wasn't going anywhere. She started to slowly increase the pressure in her buttocks, calves, and thighs, tensing them and looking into his eyes the entire time. Hans responded by increasing the tension in his own legs to counteract the pressure. mengran in turn increased the pressure again. Hans had no choice but to increase the pressure. soon a rhythm and pattern was established, with mengran initiating and hans responding. Hans' muscles started to cramp up though, forcing hans to decrease the tension and consequently the resistance in his legs. To this, mengran would obviously respond by increasing the pressure even more, slowly, surely and methodically. Soon, the most important difference turned out to be their reserves in leg strength. While mengran had only used a fraction of her power, Hans had tapped into a good portion of his strength. This soon became evident however, as Hans' legs cramped up completely, and their resistance collapsed. Mengran took this opportunity to compare their legs, her own thick and shapely feminine calves and thighs, solid mammoth buttocks and thick waist versus his thin yet masculine calves and thighs, small buttocks and thin waist. she had known all along that there was just so much more of her than there was of him. Mengran decided to increase the pressure once more, and inform hans that she had applied only a fraction of the true power of her legs, just to see what kind of response she would get from him. Tensing her magnificant legs and buttocks once more, Mengran told Hans how much she had truly held back when applying pressure, and how little effort it had taken on her part to completely drain his leg strength. Hearing this from Mengran not only made Hans' earn burn, but it also severely bruised his ego. Most important and urgent of all, he felt as if his knee was going to snap into two or shatter altogether. All that he actually did however was to gasp and moan in pain, the pain becoming completely unbearable. He refused to ask for mercy from mengran however. What ultimately prevented him was the sense of honor and pride that had developed in him over the years as the leader of the nomads. it was that fragile egg-shell ego of his, and other men in general, and the belief in male superiority. this was not the way hans had imagined the fight would progress. mengran's muscular calves, and thick thighs and hamstrings were killing him. why did she have to be so feminine and powerful at the same time, and be inflicting so much pain on him ? She almost acted like he wasn't even there, and she barely felt his struggles. hans felt that she could do anything that she wanted to with him. In reality, that is exactly how mengran was now feeling. At this point, mengran decided to release Hans from her figure four leglock. She was curious to see how he would respond. Once she had released him, Hans responded by massaging his tortured knee. He tried to instinctively back away from her, and instantly realized that he couldn't place any pressure on his tortured leg. All he could do now was to hop away from her back to his own corner. Mengran also walked to her own corner. Mengran spent the next fifteen minutes resting, and thinking about the next stage of her batttle with Hans. Hans meanwhile continued to massage his tortured knee. That is all he had time for, as soon the fifteen minutes was up. Looking towards mengran's direction. hans saw that mengran was walking towards him, looking intently in his direction the entire time. Hans' hadn't come up with a game-plan in these fifteen minutes, contrary to mengran. Mengran continued walking towards him, until she got to the center of the arena. At the point, she stopped, but continued looking towards him. Hans knew that she was now openly challenging him, for the first time during their match. With all the nomads intently watching him, Hans knew that his only choice was to go towards mengran and face her. Unable to put any pressure on his injured knee, Hans' only option was to hop towards Mengran. At the beginning of the match, anytime Hans initiated an attack, the nomads cheered him on. But by now the nomads had grown silent. Once he was face to face with Mengran, hans decided that his only option now was to use his fists. To his surprise, mengran did not try to initiate any offense. Hans responded by trying to punch her in the ribs, abdomen, upper body, or face. Mengran responded by successfully blocking his punches every time. On his second to last punch, mengran grabbed his fist in the palm of her hand. She also did the same with his last punch. Hans struggled to break free, but he was now completely trapped. Mengran responded by tripping him backwards and landing on top of him. Just like last time, the impact of the fall dazed him just long enough for mengran to follow through with a devastating power slam. With the breath once again knocked completely out of him, Mengran placed his left leg in a figure four leglock this time. she was patient, methodical and relentless with the onslaught on his left leg this time, using a fraction of the awesome power of her magnificent legs to render his left leg and knee completely useless. Once again, she continued to apply pressure even after all his resistance was gone, just to see if hans would respond in the same way. Once again, Hans responded by gasping and moaning in pain. He refused to beg for mercy once again, choosing to just absorb and internalize the horrific pain that was being inflicted upon him by the awesome power of her legs. By now, mengran was feeling strong tingling sensations in her nipples, and in her crotch. Ever since he had struggled in her figure four leglock, mengran could feel his thin masculine hairly legs through the silk lacy material of her pink dress and she relished the feel of his legs. The feel of the silky lace material of her dress also amplified her feelings. He in turn was arounsed by the feel of the silky smoothness of her thick legs. Mengran finally decided to release hans from her figure four leg lock. She released him, and walked back to her own corner to rest. Hans meanwhile cleared the cobwebs from his head, sat up and started to massage his knees. After fifteen minutes, he tried to stand, but it proved to be an exercise in futility, as both knees completely gave out from under him. His only choice at this point was to try and crawl back to his corner, but he saw that as pointless, and decided to stay in the center of the arena. Since releasing hans from her figure four, mengran had done some stretching exercises. Finally she walked back towards Hans at the center of the ring. Hans thought of crawling away from her, but decided against it. Hans looked up at her from his position not knowing what to expect. Mengran responded by placing the sole of her foot on his chest and pressing down, forcing Hans to the ground on his back. Next she forced Hans onto his stomach. Next she placed both of her feet on his small buttocks, standing on them. Next mengran reached down and caught hold of his arms by the wrists. She stood up straight again, forcing his upper body off the ground, while his lower body was still pinned down. She leaned back, bending his body in a way it wasn't meant to bend. She began to twist his arms by the wrists, as she continued to pull back on them. He tried to break free, but he could not. Mengran was standing on his buttocks with his upper body lifted off the ground, and she held his arms firmly in this position. After a while, when she felt that the tension and resistance in his arms were all but gone, she let his arms go and they fell limply to his sides. To be continued ...