The Amazon Throne

Year 2123: The balance of power has shifted, Women have become stronger. It was a gradual change that upset the very tranquility of  society, government confines are no more; technology has plummeted back to the dark ages; men are scattered and afraid, for a new age has dawned upon earth. The Age of the Amazons......


Deep in the heart of Venezuela is the official home to the Amazon Throne, it
is the stronghold of power for the mighty Amazons, and residence of the Queen.
The Queen of the Amazons is the most powerful, muscular, and often the most
beautiful female of them all. Once a year any Amazon may challenge the Queen
for the Throne in one on one combat, if victorious the spoils and the Throne
are theirs, however should fail they would become slaves along with the men.
The current Queen, Jasmine is 39 and has ruled for the last 2 decades, she is
a golden bronze goddess with looks and muscles to match. Standing 5'11 at
212lbs of enormous, rippling, maturing muscles she reins supreme. Queen
Jasmine was simply the perfect Amazon with one significant difference; she
possessed a hefty, burly, meaty cock. When Queen Jasmine was born, she was
like any ordinary girl of that time, however during her teenage years, (as her
body began developing); her muscles weren't the only things that grew big and
muscular ... ... In the previous 5 years no Amazon has dared to challenge her,
partly because of the memory of her last match. Her opponent was my mother,
Victoria, an attractive middle aged Amazon that finally amassed the amount
courage needed to confront the Queen, to put it bluntly, it was an absolute
slaughter. The still physically superior Jasmine obliterated her rival right
in front of me, Victoria's ten year old daughter. After the match was over
Queen Jasmine slid her 12" erect cock into my mother's lifeless body,
literally fucking her brains out until every ounce of steamy cum was drained
out of that monster between her legs. To put it lightly, it was a painfully
tragic death that I still feel to this day, but in time I would have my
vengeance on Queen Jasmine.

My name is Starla, now I am 15 years of age, and maturing physically;
supporting an hour glass figure with huge, encompassing breasts that stand out
prominently, dark tan, and unparallel facial beauty. Despite the lack of a
muscular physique I still strike passion from all the man slaves and some of
the Amazons as well. One of my admirers is Queen Jasmine herself, she has kept
a watchful eye on me threw the years, as my hormones began to erupt during my
pre teen's I would often be taken to the Royal Chamber were I was commanded to
message the Queen's gigantic muscles while I was stripped naked. Queen Jasmine
adored my massive breasts, as time passed by she loved watching them enlarge,
becoming bigger, rounder and firmer. I despised the Queen, haunting dreams of
my mother still cloud my thoughts every time I'm forced to rub the Queen's
broad back, muscle inflated quads, and bloated gluteus. Near the end of her
massage session I would run my hands along the crevices of her shredded abs,
on occasion the nipples on my oversized tits would graze the Queens inner
thighs which makes her moan with unimaginable pleasure, soon after her eyes
will flicker, grabbing her cock she'd stroke it until she hit her climax. This
routine gives Jasmine much enjoyment as she always had an excitement for young
developing Amazons.

One evening I was home lying in bed, my hands cupped my boobs, squeezing with
delight, they swelled in response, (Smiling to myself I said "God aren't you
two growing, your almost bigger than the Queens now!"""38DD). On that thought
I started to wonder if my breasts could get larger than the Queens, why
couldn't my muscles? I always assumed it was all but impossible to become as
strong as the Queen, (thinking to myself); "If I can just build myself up I
could dethrone her!!" However I was no fool, knowing that no Amazon in recent
memory would dare opposed the Queen due to her monstrous muscles. I also knew
the time and devotion it would take to become so physically powerful, but I
was completely possessed with infuriation over the Queen. I remembered mom's
weights, the hours she grinded out in solitude pumping iron, the perspiration
pouring from her pumped body. I wanted to look like that, I wanted those
MUSCLES! I heard tales of when the balance started to shift some females
didn't like the changes that were occurring, as they preferred their slender
physiques instead; this never made any sense to me, I always found muscles on
a girl awfully sexy. My mother's weight set has been idle since her death, but
from that moment on I vowed to do whatever it took to extract my revenge. The
next morning I rose at the crack of dawn, entering the weight room, I gazed
upon the weights and myself, 5'2 112lbs wasn't exactly the Amazon Queen
credentials, the amount of work it would take would be immense, but it didn't
matter to me, not anymore. Thus, my quest began.

Time passed, weeks turned to months, and months to a full year. All the while
I was lifting with raging desire, spending up to 6 hours a day working out.
Soon, an entire year had passed since I started lifting weights and the
results were evident, I was now 5'4" tall, 136lbs; I had lean, sizeable,
shapely muscles all over my budding physique. As my muscles grew so did my
chest, with plump pectoral muscles enhancing my already magnificent breasts
even further, they now proudly measure a hefty 40E. During this period my new
body was beginning to rouse attention from the others. Quite frequently, I
would catch the scrawny male slaves, along with some of the fully matured
Amazons ogling at my figure. Queen Jasmine had also begun to notice the
changes that were occurring with my body as well, during our recent massage
sessions she has commented consistently about how large my muscles and tits,
(which by now are the same size as hers), were becoming. Entirely for her
enjoyment, she regularly asked me to flex my naked muscles, until they were
fully pumped. Her personal favorite were my sprouting pec's, I would retrieve
my top, (consisting of nothing more than a slender loin cloth), then I would
began to slowly, erotically flex; with every movement my chest began to
inflate. Gradually my already ridiculously tight top filled up muscular "tit"
flesh, rippling veins and bulging slabs of meaty muscle tore threw my tethered
top, simultaneously as Queen Jasmine jacked-off to an overly-satisfying
culmination, her moans of ecstasy could be heard throughout the palace.

These frequent masturbation sessions did not contain Queen Jasmine's lust for
long however, the bigger my muscles and breasts became, the more Jasmine
craved my body. It was an insatiable hunger that could only be contained by
letting Jasmine thrust her now monstrous 14" brute into my vise. Soon the
Queen would relentlessly pound me hour after hour, with every thrust I felt
her member harden and balloon. I must admit, as much as I hate that evil
bicth, her cock is simply incredible! For a young Amazon there is no better
feeling than a lengthy, broad, beefy cock being plunged inside of you at a
rapid pace; making you simply burst out with cum in the process.

Late in my 16th year my Amazonian genes were in full bloom, and thanks to my
intensive training, both my muscles and breasts exploded with size and density
beyond any Amazon of my age before. I now stood 5'6 at a rippling 181lbs with
an even larger bust line of 44EE, my body commanded attention from all who
gazed upon it. At this point Queen Jasmine and I were regular lovers, fucking
every night to the point of utter exhaustion. In this period my body wasn't
the only one that is going through some changes; from the combination of her
escalating age and obvious lack of training, Queen Jasmine has acquired a
substantial layer of fat over her once infallible physique. Her fall off has
become evident to all of the Amazons as well, at 212lbs with about 15% body
fat her stomach is no longer rigid and lean, it is now flat and smooth with a
faint outline of her 2 remaining abs . Her muscles have shrunk and rounded off
to form a plump bulked physique not worthy of the Amazon Throne. Whispers of
ascension have flourished, as the entire race of Amazons looked to take
advantage of the Queen's weakened state. With the annual challenge set to take
place 11 months from now all of the hopeful heiresses began fanatically
lifting with visions of the throne on their mind. Now I could almost taste my
revenge, with every passing day, with every weight I lifted; I was coming
closer to avenging my mother's death. Let it be known that the Queen is not
unaware of the state of her Empire and has arousing suspicion about my
intentions as well.

Over the course of the next 11 months the Amazonian Empire was indeed a site
to behold. Thousands of sweaty, pumped youthful Amazons lifting weights until
all hours of the night, grappling to prefect their wrestling skills, and for
the unfortunate (or fortunate?) male slaves a good raping was in order after
the girls workouts were complete. As previously stated, Queen Jasmine was not
at all a fool, after realizing her situation she again began training
furiously; cutting all ties to the outside world in the process. The Queen
slowly started gaining back all the lean muscle she lost during the time of
her reckless neglect. Fat receded, muscles expanded, striations of vascularity
emerged; however, and with her recent devotion the Queen was able to surpass
her old physique. By the time the challenge was set to begin the Queen stood
5'11 217lbs of shredded Amazon mass.

Like Queen Jasmine I've used these past 11 months to my advantage as well,
training far from the Throne, my fully ripened Amazonian genes developed my
body further than I ever though possible. At exactly 18 years old I measured
6'0" tall at an absolutely bugling 220lbs of thick, ripped Amazon muscle. In
three years my body transformed from a skinny girl of 15, to a full Amazon
infused with enormous muscles larger than anyone before me. A week before the
trail was about to commence I retreated to the lagoon on the Amazonian
Empire's southern tip, I remember it from my childhood, as my mother would
often take me there in the heat of the summer months. While sulking my
pulsating muscles I saw very pregnant village girl no more than 14 were a
cloth dress and walking along the shores of the lake. Sobbing and in an
obvious state of diary, she encircled her hands around her swollen womb, and
muttered the phrases: "God, why couldn't I just be a normal girl?"--- "Why did
it have to get so fucking big?". With my curiosity peaked, I came out of the
water and approached her only to engage in conversation:

Me: Hey there, what's all the crying about, your baby is gonna need you to be
strong

Girl: (staring in awe of my build) Mmmm ... ..my Babby?? (she looked down at
the bulge protruding out of her midsection) smirking she said "O you mean
this?" (Cupping her hands around the bulge)

Me: "Yes, of course when are you going to deliver?"

Girl: "Whenever the fuck you want gorgeous!!!" (With that she lifted her
garments to reveal a monstrously huge 22" hard-on engrossed with protruding
muscular veins and a thickness of a barrel. As her brawny cock continued to
solidify she said, "My name is Sylvie and I want to fuck you senseless" ...
... ... ... And how can a young Amazon refuse? Returning to Sylvie's home we
made love for 6 straight hours, with each passing hour becoming more
satisfying than the next; by the end of our embracing her cock swelled to a
ridiculous 24.7" and felt even harder than my rigid 8 pac abs. We stopped not
because we were tired, but because each of us had run out of cum to release
into each other.

After my sexual encounter I went directly to the throne for the challenge
would soon take place. Below a great raised platform thousands of beefy, cut
Amazons awaited for the trail to begin. I took my place among them, and by the
stares I received I'm sure my presence did not go unnoticed. Ranging from
5'6"-6'9" in height, I was not the tallest girl there, but I was certainly the
most muscular, weighing in at a shredded 225lbs of Amazon meat I was ready to
take my revenge. Seconds later, Queen Jasmine emerged from the royal palace.
She wore a full length scarlet red robe, open wide down the middle displaying
her well defined pec's beneath the warmth of 38E breasts. The crowd grew
deathly silent, even beneath the fabric of her garments each of the on looking
Amazons knew that they were still physically no match for the mighty Queen
Jasmine. Judging from the crowd's reaction a cocky grin appeared across the
Queens face as she knew that at 42; her matured muscles had reached the
absolute pinnacle of their development (and from this moment on she would
never look like she does now ever again-slowly, inevitably shrinking). While
the rest of the Amazon Empire trembled, I defiantly looked at the Queen's
body, then at my own""saying to myself"""Starla you little slut you did it!
Your bigger than she is now!!". While the Queen is strong, she is now getting
older and weaker, and I am young, strong and getting stronger. Queen Jasmine
stood in the center of the raised area, suddenly she let her robe fall to the
floor, revealing a muscle packed physique only trumped by my own; gasps
filtered threw the air as her subjects gawked at her body, and her now even
larger (semi-limp) womanhood of 16 punishing inches. Laughing, visibly mocking
the crowd she asked: "Well what's wrong? Aren't there any challengers for the
Throne of the Amazons?" Rebelliously I raised my hand, in the process I felt
the powerful muscles in my young body begin to flex; I knew I was going to
become the Queen. As my fellow Amazons stepped aside a path to the platform
was made; I then strode confidently until I reached the Queen, face to face,
Amazon to Amazon. We then conversed quietly enough so only the two of us could
hear:

Queen Jasmine: That face ... ... .Starla? Can that be you? How my beautiful
sex puppet has grown. (her cock is rapidly stiffening to its full length and
thickness)

Me: Yes things have changed you evil bicth! For one I'm 18 years old and
second I've found these things called ... umm ... weights. Perhaps you've
heard of them? See for the last three years all I've done is eat and pump iron
to prepare myself for this day. (I bounced my thick pec's as I stared into
Jasmine's eyes, each twitch made them swell bigger, and stick out even further
than hers).

Queen Jasmine: (in a state of erotic terror she began to offer a compromise)
Starla ... .my dear, we don't have to fight; lets rule the empire together,
side by side, muscle by muscle, Amazon by Amazon! (now whispering in my ear
... seductively ... ..sexy ... ) And of course you know how I can please you,
don't you Starla. (rubbing her massive 18" granite hard erction on my tree
trunk thighs) You know you liked it, didn't you?

Me: (pretending to accept, smiling, giggling, I moved to her ear and
whispered) That sounds unbelievable, but I just have one question ... ...
..When you fucked my mothers lifeless body 8 years ago, did you ever imagine
being crushed by her skinny 10 year old daughter?

Jasmines face turned white with panic, and quicker than a blink of an eye, I
curled up my muscular leg and rammed my knee into her abs; without having time
to tense them, they were as soft and thus vulnerable. Her eyes nearly popped
out of their sockets I hit her so hard, dropping to the ground, blood streamed
down her chin as I wrapped my massive, vascular thighs around her core and
began to squeeze the life out of the once untouchable Queen of the Amazons. I
enjoyed killing her so much; I didn't use all of my strength to prolong her
death, so that she could really suffer as my mother once did. Not surprisingly
Jasmines muscular frame between my legs gave me much pleasure as I came all
over her broken body ... ... ... ... .

End of Part 1.