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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
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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.... 



