DIVA,QUEEN OF THE AMAZONS
by SleepWalker
Diva peered cautiously from behind the bole of a thick, ancient tree. The rainforest was still hot and humid, even now, hours after the sun had set, so she was still wearing her tiny leather thong and the matching bra which covered only the nipples of her full, firm breasts. The other girls, also hidden nearby, were similarly clad in miniscule bikini thongs. Their smooth skin glistened as they awaited instructions from the queen.
Diva whistled softly and motioned to them. Crouching behind the cover of the trees, they crept stealthily forward to get a better look at their quarry. Six men were hunched around a campfire, drinking and carousing loudly. Occasionally, one would throw an empty bottle into the surrounding forest, then open another.
Diva cursed to herself. They would pay for their thoughtless littering. They would also pay for trespassing on the ancestral territory of Diva’s all-female tribe. Worst of all, they worked for a timber company scouting the area for new tracts to log. They would be punished, she vowed. They would also make excellent additions to her harem of male foot slaves.
She pointed silently to Phoenix, the kickboxer, who was close at hand, then to the guy in the firelight with the short, bleached hair known as Drago. Phoenix nodded, acknowledging that she understood her assignment. She signaled Chanel, the long-legged one, then pointed to the wiry guy called Tony, who seemed to be permanently pouting. Adriana, the gymnast, would take out the baby-faced guy with the funny moustache, Frankie. Tiny but deadly Loni would knock out the big bald guy named Leo. Fiery, unpredictable Mercedes would take Jeff. Queen Diva would take the last one, a rather nondescript, wimpy-looking guy named Dave.
They charged the men without warning and fell upon them; the poor males never knew what hit them. Drago reached for his handgun when he realized they were under attack, but Phoenix was already within a leg’s reach. She swept her sexy thigh up and around, deftly knocking the gun from Drago’s hand. Then she launched a high frontal kick which caught Drago under the jaw. His whole body arched backward for an instant, then he staggered, but kept his balance. Next, she swept her sexy leg in from the side; the instep of her foot connected directly with his right temple. Drago let out a grunt, collapsed at her feet and lay still. Just to make sure, Phoenix kicked him again hard, her foot slapping the side of his face with an audible smack. His head twisted to one side and remained there. He was out cold.
Chanel decided to use her hands instead, even though her slender, supermodel’s legs were her favorite weapon. They proved to an effective distraction, if nothing else: Tony couldn’t seem to take his eyes off her upper thighs. She took advantage of his hesitation and landed a powerful karate chop on the side of his neck. He groaned and winced in pain, then clamped a hand over the bruised tendons. She delivered a backhand chop to the other side of his neck. Tony moaned and fell forward into her, burying his face in the cleavage between her pert breasts. He grasped her shoulders, trying to hold himself up, but she raised both her hands over her head, flattened them and brought them both down simultaneously, a stunning double chop which caused Tony’s whole body to stiffen and convulse momentarily. He sank against her willowy body and she felt him suddenly relax completely as he slid down. He slid down against her hard, flat abdomen, moist with sweat; over her inviting crotch, also moist; down past her sculpted thighs and calves until he fell in a heap at her feet. She nudged him a few times with the ball of her foot, but he didn’t respond.
Satisfied that Tony was thoroughly unconscious, Chanel turned to check on her friends. Adriana was executing a series of handstand flips in Frankie’s direction. Frankie stood dumbly as the gymnast flipped herself over and over. At the last minute she extended her right foot which came whipping down toward Frankie’s upturned face. The sole of her bare foot smashed into him, catching him on the bridge of his nose. He staggered, but remained standing. Adriana executed a stationary handstand right in front of the stunned man, inverting herself and clamping her sensuous inner thighs around his neck. Then she wrenched him suddenly to the side, hurling him to the ground with her legs. Frankie lay on his back, moaning, then lifted his head and propped himself up on his elbows. That was as far as he got. Adriana turned a cartwheel, whirling toward him. Her leg descended in an arc and smashed into his forehead. He fell back to the ground, arms outstretched above his head. He groaned once and passed out.
Loni, the tiny Filipina, had managed to sneak quietly up behind her victim, Leo. She swiftly wrapped one arm under his chin, cinching his throat and neck tightly. Then she extended her other arm up along the side of his head and pressed it into the crook of her elbow, closing off his carotid artery. Leo reached up and tried to pry her forearm away from his throat, but to no avail. Desperate to grab onto something, he reached behind and felt the smooth contours of her thighs and ass, slippery with sweat. He managed to loop two fingers inside the narrow elastic band of her sexy black thong and pulled, yanking the thong uncomfortably up the crack of her ass. She responded by cinching her sleeperhold even tighter and within seconds, Leo’s grip relaxed and his hands fell limply to his sides. They swung uselessly at the ends of his rubbery arms, swaying slightly from side to side. His eyelids fluttered and began to close. He drooled slightly and the saliva ran in a narrow rivulet from the corner of his mouth onto the arm she had wrapped around his throat. He let out a long sigh as he sank into unconsciousness, still cradled in her arms. She squeezed him again for good measure, then let him drop senselessly to the ground.
Meanwhile, the man called Jeff watched the girl in the red thong approach him and extended his arms, trying to wave her off. “No, don’t,” he pleaded. Then he raised his arms. “I give up. I surrender.”
“I don’t take submissions,” Mercedes said in an evil, seductive tone. “What’s the fun in that? I want to have the pleasure of watching you succumb. I want to feel your strength ebbing away as put you to sleep. Besides, I have something special for you.” From behind her back she produced a white cloth and a small brown bottle. She unscrewed the lid, doused the cloth liberally with the liquid and replaced the cap. She laid the bottle carefully down on the ground and stepped toward Jeff.
“No, don’t. Really, I’ll go quietly,” he begged.
“Oh, you certainly will,” Mercedes said. “I’ll make sure of that.” She lunged at the man, clamping the cloth over his nose in one deft, lightning-quick motion. She grabbed the back of his head with one hand and pulled him toward her, forcing his face deep into the cloth.
“No!” Jeff protested in a muffled voice. He tried to push himself back away from the girl, but it was too late: he had taken a whiff of the chloroform and it was already sapping his strength.
Without removing the rag for even a nano-second, Mercedes moved around behind the man and pulled him back into her. He lost his balance and they both tumbled backward to the ground. She scooted up into a sitting position, still behind him, holding his head in her lap as he lay on the ground, flailing uselessly in an attempt to break free.
“Just relax, baby,” she cooed, holding the cloth tightly against his face. His struggles were slowing. His movements were becoming sluggish. He moaned faintly, his cries muted by the cloth. Then he surrendered to the cloth and the drug. He fell back into the softness of the girl’s body and passed out. Mercedes extricated herself from the sleeping man, then stood and looked down at his unconscious form with a wry smile on her lips.
At the same moment, several meters away, Dave looked around and surveyed the situation. His friends were lying on the ground in various prone positions, sound asleep. Young women in high-cut string bikinis were standing victorious over their unconscious victims. When he saw that he was the only one left standing, he did the most sensible thing: he turned and ran. Diva immediately reached for the tranquilizer gun strapped to her hip. She raised the weapon, drew a bead on the fleeing man and pulled the trigger. There was a dull metallic twang, almost inaudible as the gun fired. It was a perfect shot: the dart lodged in the soft flesh on the side of his neck, perhaps even pricking the carotid. It wouldn’t take long, Diva knew.
She was right. Dave stopped in mid-stride and raised a hand to his neck. He located the offending dart and extracted it, examining it with glassy eyes and a dull look on his face, not quite comprehending what had happened as the drug invaded his brain and clouded his reasoning. The dart slipped from his fingers, the world began to spin and he suddenly felt very sleepy. His head rolled back, too heavy to support any longer. Then he toppled like a falling tree, landing with a thud on his back. He tried to raise his head, but the effort was too much. He fell back heavily onto the earth and let the rising tide of unconsciousness take him. The last thing he saw was the girl with the gun striding up and standing over him to examine her handiwork. He noticed her legs towering above him: they had a nice shape and looked very smooth and soft. Then he slipped into a deep, drugged sleep, dreaming of the girl with the sexy legs and the long-barreled gun.
“Tie them up and get them back to the village, girls,” Diva commanded. “Bring the one with the dark hair and the pouting lips to my quarters. You can divvy up the rest among yourselves.” To the victors went the spoils of battle, as usual. Diva looked at the forms of the sleeping men and thought, “Not a bad haul for one night.” Then she mused upon the future of her new slaves. Back at the village the girls would have their way with their victims. The men would wake up at some point, only to be put back to sleep by their captors. Undoubtedly, some would try to escape, only to be knocked out again until they realized there was no escape from Diva, Queen of the Amazons.
