From Valkyrie@diana.announce.com Tue May 20 20:20:51 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!news.magicnet.net!nntp.newsfirst.com!nntp.crosslink.net!not-for-mail From: Diana the Valkyrie <Valkyrie@diana.announce.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Stories from Kandor legs_v_1.txt Date: Tue, 20 May 1997 20:20:51 Organization: Diana the Valkyrie's web site Lines: 268 Message-ID: <5lqpl7$nng$5@kronos.crosslink.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: 204.117.94.3 NNTP-Posting-User: webserve X-Newsreader: Postwoman Pat Kandor writes stories that might be too violent for some tastes. If that includes you, stop reading now. They might also be too sexy for some tastes. Again, if that sort of thing upsets and disturbs you, stop reading now. Kandor has been writing stories for a long time; he's a professional writer, and has stories for sale, and he writes custom stories for people. All these stories are from my web site, and although there aren't any more free Kandor stories there, there are a lot of other stories, some less violent (some more) some less sexy (some more), but all stories are in the free zone. By the way, I've completely redone my news software, because it was making too great a load on the server. Now the software is faster, slicker, nicer, decodes pictures better, but is only available to members. Non members can get free access to news via their normal ISP. Diana the Valkyrie, email me at Valkyrie@diana.announce.com Web site: http://diana.announce.com News: alt.amazon-women.admirers A hard man is good to beat LEATHER vs LEGS By Kandor The butterflies swam in Kelly's stomach as she glared across the ring. She welcomed them, they made her feel ready, as she watched Jan steel herself for battle only a few feet away. "C'mon, Kel, loosen up, will ya?" said an irritated Mike, her trainer, as he knelt at her feet and rubbed down Kelly's thick, muscled thighs. "Jesus, these things are tight as hell, get 'em loose, girl, they're your stock in trade." Kelly's glare riveted on Mike now as she clamped his hand tight in those thighs, pinching the inner muscle on his fingers until she squeezed the feeling from them. Mike looked up and smiled at her. "That's more like it," he said admiringly, trying to ignore the pins and needles in his hand as he vainly tried to yank it from the fleshy clamp of Kelly's big thighs. "Uh, save it for the match, Kel." Kelly shot him a smile and let go. She was ready now, never more so in her fighting life. Across the ring, Jan, the 6-foot blonde, blue-eyed beauty, shot daggers at Kelly as her trainer stood behind her and rubbed her shoulders and long, powerful arms. Jan sat still as she traded icy glances with her opponent and slapped the thick leather mounds of her boxing gloves together, trying to focus the sound from her hands to Kelly's ears. If the gorgeous brunette across the way was rattled, she wasn't showing it. The ref gave the signal and the two girls sprinted to the center of the ring, standing practically nose to nose with each other. As Kelly stood on her tiptoes to stare into the eyes of her taller opponent, the thick tubes of muscle that were her calves balled up into rolling steel above her low wrestling boots. Mike, standing behind his corner post, smiled and silently praised himself for pushing her to do so many calf raises in her workouts. "Ladies, you know the rules but here they are again anyway," the ref said, a tired older man who'd seen many battles in his day, but none like he was about to see. "The way it was told to me is this: You, the wrestler, are allowed any hold. You, the boxer, can hit her anywhere you want. The only way to win is by knockout, and that goes for both of you. God only knows why they need me for this, but the people out there paid good dough to see you girls fight and a ref is part of the deal. And what the hell, they pay me, I put on the shirt." The girls couldn't help but crack a smile at that, but their eyes remained locked on each other. He smiled back and put his callused hands on their bare shoulders. "Ladies, good luck and may the best, uh, fighter win," he said and backed away. The bell rang. All hell then broke loose. ++++++++++++++++++++ It had begun two months earlier, in the dark, dingy office of Delancey, the owner of the bar where Kelly and Jan worked. The two girls began their life at the dive as cocktail waitresses and progressed steadily into the ranks of wrestler and boxer when Delancey realized he could make a few bucks putting good-looking, scantily-clad women in a ring and letting them have at it for the leering collection of drunks and perves who usually frequented his establishment. And Kelly and Jan quickly shaped up as two of his best. Jan, the tall, rugged blonde, was a street girl, fast and wise and possessed of the longest arms Delancey had ever seen on a woman, with a stinging jab and devastating uppercut. He toyed with the idea of making her a bouncer when one night, she dispatched a man twice her size with a blurry-fast combination that left the guy bloodied and battered on the floor. Kelly was his prime wrestler, a shorter girl, but thickly built, with icy green eyes, dark, supple skin and a pair of the most muscular, deadliest legs a woman could ever have. She won every one of her matches by wrapping those python legs around her opponent's head or body and squeezing for dear life, which her opponents always feared losing. They would submit to Kelly's crushing scissors in seconds; if they weren't fast enough, they'd just pass out. It was Delancey's idea to pit the two girls against each other, wrestler versus boxer, but it was the girls who ate it up when he pitched the plan to them that night in his office, with the girls splitting 30 percent of the gate to his 70 percent. They never liked each other and their competitive juices flowed at the mere mention of a brutal fight the likes of which Delancey was proposing. "You're on, boss," Kelly snapped, her eyes glued to Jan. "Name the date and time, baby, I'll punch your ears off!" Jan shot back. Delancey smiled and little dollar signs flashed in his eyes. He knew a gold mine when he saw one, even as his two best miners were silently vowing to kill each other. The date was set and the girls doubled the frequency and intensity of their workouts right up until fight time. ++++++++++++++++++++++ The capacity crowd in the arena Delancey had rented for the battle howled as Jan lunged forward on giant legs to lash out a vicious right hook at the ducking Kelly, who was too slow to avoid it. Leather slapped face and Kelly staggered back to bounce off the ropes - and right back at the evily smiling Jan. As the shorter girl came in close, Jan went low, sending three looping punches to Kelly's belly and sides. Her green eyes scrunched shut against the pain and she fought to keep what little air she had left inside her lungs. But the punches landed with too much power and accuracy and Kelly flopped to her knees before the big woman. Jan's eyes lit up and she cocked a muscled arm back, uncorking a right roundhouse squarely into Kelly's jaw. The brunette splattered to the mat, ears ringing and stars dancing before her closed eyes. She barely heard the crowd roar its approval. Struggling to her hands and knees, Kelly tried desperately to shake the cobwebs from her numbed brain. Sweat poured down her face and stung the rapidly rising bruise on the side of it. Through blurry eyes she noticed Jan dancing around the far end of the ring, arms upraised in what she thought was a sure, quick victory. The ref stood off to the side, shaking his head. He'd seen this mistake before. So had Kelly and she moved like lightening to capitalize on it. Jan heard only the thunder of footsteps and had barely turned when Kelly launched herself from mid- ring, sailing feet first through the air and landing a flying dropkick dead center into the blonde's heaving chest. Jan flew backwards and sprang off the ropes to where the amazingly quick Kelly had already returned to her feet and stood waiting to slap on a fast side headlock, her thick, strong arm lacing tight around the side of her opponent's head. The brunette worked the hold, rocking her arm and pounding down with her entire upper body, crushing her bulging bicep into the side of Jan's moaning skull. But the big girl still had her own arms free and began to flail away with one of them, landing painful punches to Kelly's unprotected belly and even worse, to her lower regions. Kelly tried to hang on but she felt Jan's head start to slide from her headlock. Quickly, Kelly let go of the hold and slid around behind Jan to trip her up and take her down just where she wanted her - between her thickly muscled and waiting thighs. Kelly slamlocked the bruising hold on tight, locking up her ankles and twisting to the side, taking Jan down to her back. Kelly's crushing thighs were wound securely around Jan's slender belly, the thick ribs of inner muscle tearing brutally into her guts and lower back as she leaned up on her hands to pour on the titanic bodyscissor pressure. "You're mine now, girl," Kelly growled, hooking her ankles anew and forcing every ounce of energy she had into her thunderous thighs. "You're goin' under!!" Jan feared she would as she felt the big legs rip into her midsection and squeeze away any hope of breathing. But again, her long arms were free and she started to pound at Kelly's sweating face with one hand. Kelly managed to armbar the offending limb behind her, but forgot about the other. Jan grimaced as Kelly pounded down with a crushing scissor snap, summoning up just enough energy to loop her other hand over from the far side and connect with a crunching overhand to Kelly's surprised face. The leather slapping against her nose and lips forced a collective "Ooooo" from the crowd as the brunette went limp and her deadly legs popped open, freeing the big blonde who crawled away sucking in desperate lungfuls of air. Jan was the first to get up and as Kelly struggled to stand, the big blonde smiled and tore into her opponent with renewed determination. A fast left jab stung Kelly's right ear and a quick roundhouse right straightened her up to stand on wobbly feet. Jan sprung out of her fighter's crouch when she saw Kelly's defenses drop and let fly with all she had A pair of vicious left jabs snapped the brunette's head back at a frightening angle and was followed up by a dangerous pop to the solar plexus that exploded the air and nearly the life from its victim. Jan was dancing around the staggering Kelly now, lashing out with flying fists and stinging the bleeding brunette's bruised and battered face. Jan raced in close to her opponent and whispered into her ringing ear. "Lights out, hag-bag," she said and then stepped back to deliver a nasty belly punch that doubled Kelly over. "Perfect," Jan growled to herself and let fly with a 360-degree uppercut that crashed into Kelly's chin and sent the brunette flipping over backwards to land with a thud on her belly at Jan's feet. The ref rushed over and checked the fallen wrestler and was just about to count her out when Kelly miraculously struggled to her feet. Even Jan couldn't believe the girl's resolve and waited until she stood to cock her right arm back and piledrive a straight-on jab to the face that would've decapitated a lesser opponent. But Kelly just spun around and slammed into the corner post face first, hanging off the ropes with both arms. "That's it, this is over right freaking now!" Jan roared and raced toward her sagging opponent. Kelly's timing had to be perfect - and it was. As Jan stepped closer in a blind rage, Kelly grabbed the ropes and jumped up backwards, legs open, to slam her brutally muscled calves closed around the surprised blonde's neck. Kelly locked up her ankles and scrunched down with everything she had, powering the deadly, rolling columns of calf muscle deep into the bulk scissored between them. But Jan, just before going under from the scissors that was preventing blood flow to the brain, pulled back in desperation and yanked Kelly from her perch. The brunette hung on just long enough to spin around and take the big blonde with her, flipping her over and slamming her to her back. Both girls rose to shaky feet and stared each other down, knowing whoever made the first move would win. Kelly let out a primal scream and barreled across the ring at Jan, launching herself at her legs first and executing a perfect - and deadly - flying headscissors. The brunette crashed back to the mat on her side, her thighs sliced into the neck of the choking blonde, who was flat on her back. Kelly grunted and folded her legs up in a modified figure-four scissors, her monstrous calf pinching up against one side of Jan's face, which pushed the other side into the back of her thickly muscled hamstring. She hooked her other calf around the foot and poured on the pressure, squeezing with a maniacal intensity that forced Jan's Nordic facial features into a screaming, unrecognizable ribbon of crushed flesh. Kelly focused her squeezing power into the ropy cords of muscle in her calf and thigh, tightening them with deadly force into the sides of Jan's neck, again pinching off the blood flow to the brain. The brunette smiled down at her scissored victim. "Nighty-night," Kelly said in a growling sing-song tone and then punched the hold with all she had. Seconds later, stars swam before Jan's closed eyes. She gagged once and her long, lean, muscled body was tense with power and fear no longer as she passed out cold in Kelly's crushing scissor hold. The ref knelt down and declared Jan out and then had to pry her head free from Kelly's muscle-swollen and all-engulfing legs. The brunette stood, battered and bloodied, and let the ref raise her arm in victory. The crowd went insane, even those who had bet against the wrestler. Kelly's trainer rushed to her side but she pushed him away to check on her fallen opponent, who was just starting to come around. She knelt beside her and extended a hand. "Helluva fight, girl," Kelly said as she took a boxing glove in her hand and shook it. "Kinda makes you think it was worth more than a crappy 30 percent, doesn't it?" Jan sat up and tried to rub the life back into her squeezed jaws and face as she thought about it. She smiled and nodded toward the back room - where Delancey was. The girls filled the doorway as they punched the door open to confront their surprised boss who was sitting at a desk counting thick piles of greenbacks. "We got some renegotiating to do, boss man," Jan said, pounding her leather gloves together, smiling at Kelly, who was slapping at her meaty, muscle-pumped thighs with both palms. Delancey fearfully backed himself into a corner as the girls closed the door behind them....