Once upon a time, in a far away land, there lived a princessnamed Katun. She went to war with her people and fought like a She-Devil. Her people, unruly shepherds and hunters, lived in a steppe between two powerful and rich kingdoms. Quite often, they preyed on the merchants who did commerce between these two kingdoms. Katuns people were not really a nation, but rather a collection of motley, warlike gangs where the women fought as well as the men. Princess Katun, tall, blond, beautiful and very, very strong was the best fighter of them all. Also, she was a proud andambitious woman, with the morals of analley cat. She did not really want to marry.Too much of a woman for any oneman, she was much happier exhaustinghundreds of temporary lovers. But shefound it an exciting game to issuechallenges to her suitors.

Gunnar, the rich king ofone of the neighboring kingdoms,heard about her and her challenges.For him, Katuns people were a major nuisance with their robberies,they prevented his merchants havingfruitful exchanges with the other king-dom. He and his ancestors tried manytimes to bring order to the intervening wild-erness, but to not avail. The quick, guerilla-like tactics of Katuns horsemen in theirdesolate steppes thoroughly defeated the best-organized armies, and when it came to fightingKatun herself, well ! So King Gunnar thought,Why not marry the princess andunite our two realms? He asked his most trusted and strongestknight, Aymanis to travel to Katunsland and spy in on some of her chall-enges. Aymanis came back and re-ported: Princess Katun wields a sword that four ordinary men cannot lift. Sherides a horse that no man has yet rode. She says to her suitors: IF YOU CANWIELD MY SWORD, AND IF YOU CAN MOUNT MY HORSE, THEN YOUWILL WRESTLE WITH ME BAREHANDED, AND IF YOU WIN, I WILLACCEPT YOU AS MY HUSBAND. But, no man has yet succeeded with thefirst two. Katun wrestles with them neverthe less. All of them she overpowered and strangled with her bare hands or crushed between her steely thighs. Do you think I have a chance against her? asked Gunnar. Frankly, none sire. answered Aymanis. I have seen the sword, and herhorse, and I have seen Katun wrestle. You would be defeated and killed. But, Ihave a chance. Under a disquise, I can impersonate you and answer Katunschallenge. If I succeed, she will be yours. Since we have the same size, and same hair and eye color - well, we probably have the same father - she may notnotice the difference if you are careful to make love to her in the dark. The same father? asked Gunnar puzzled. Yes, the late king was known to have slept with my mother on occasion. answered Aymanis. But, then how come you are so much stronger than I? asked Gunnar.

Well, while you were learning what becomes a future king - law, history, lan-guages, and what not - I was outdoors exer-cising with weapons, taming wild horses and wrestling with other noblemen. Furthermore, my mother was an Amazon. said Aymanis. So they exchanged their clothes and rode to Katuns castle. Not much of a castle, rather a big house, surrounded by tents and smaller houses. The yard in front was full of boisterous men and women, together with neighing horses. Seeing the sumptuous garb of the travelers, Katun came to greet them. Learning who they were and that king Gunnar came as a suitor to answer her chal-lenge delighted her all the more. Gunnar controlled his shock on seeing the woman this close, but it took considerable effort. Aymanis was again shaken on seeing he this closely for the first time. The woman stood nearly a head taller than them, her arms and torso rippling with sun bronzed muscles. Her loose, red silken trousers did little to hid her thick, powerful legs. Her incredibly beautiful face on the blond head atop that body was truly an oddity for them, but still a highly attractive one.

Katun shook Aymanis hand with a bone-crushing grip. He resisted as well as he could. But Gunnars hand was not so sturdy and the pressure was so great that it drove him to his knees. Katun finally released his crushed hand as drops of blood dripped from between his nails and skin. She invited her visitors to drink at her table, a very strong native drink, a mixture of alcohol and goat milk. She made Aymanis sit on her right and Gunnar on her left. After the toasts, she gulped down her large drink and asked her servants for sec-onds. Aymanis followed suit, but Gunnar choked. Excitedly, she put her big feet on the booted feet of her seated neighbors and pressed down with all her might. Aymanis stood the pressure but, in spite of his sturdy boot, Gunnar suffered.

Then she rose and gave orders to prepare for the tests. With Aymanis at her side, she walked toward the lush grass field. Gunnar followed far behind, bleeding and limping. Had he taken the tests, he would have already lost. How come, asked the princess, Your assistant is such a weakling? Any girl in my guard could beat him in a fight easy. He is a learned man, and a shrewd advisor. replied Aymanis. Six sturdy servants brought Katuns sword to the field. She lifted it single handed, twirled it about several times, then walking over to a big oak tree cut it down with a single blow. With considerably more effort, Aymanis did the same. Though severing a much smaller tree than Katun did.

Then came the terrible wild horse, barely restrained by another six servants. Katun jumped on his back without a saddle, grasping his mane with one hand and squeezing his flanks between her massive thighs. Try as he might, the horse could not unseat her. Soon, she gripped the horse with her muscular legs only! Eventually, he began to trot obedi-ently about the yard to the cheers of all those gathered. When Katun came back Aymanis was ready for his turn. When he jumped on the horses back, the beast immediately felt that this was a new rider, perhaps not so good a horse tamer. Thus, he neighed and pranced endlessly, but to no avail. Aymanis set his teeth and did not fall. Mastered a second time, the horse began to trot around the field. Ayma-nis never once letting go of his flow-ing mane.

Now the third test, a wrestling match, could begin. Barefoot, in her see-thru trousers and tunic, Katun was ready for it. Her huge chest swelling with excitement. She asked Aymanis to remove his boots, which he did, giving his royal cloak to its actual owner Gunnar to carry. A loud mouthed servant yelled out, Ho, Princess! Why dont you wrestle him in the raw? You are so beautiful a sight when you do! Well, answered Katun with a laugh, I could do so, but my suitor could be a bashful prude and I do not want to embarrass him. It would be unfair, as it would distract his concentration as well. No, this is a fair contest, as only fair contest are worth winning. Aymanis? He was readying himself by moving his arms and legs to limber them. Then the two fighters walked toward one another, interlocked hands and began a push pull battle. For half of an hour they exchanged holds and counter-holds. Never had Aymanis met so strong and skillful an opponent. Neither had Katun.

Finally, Katun succeeded in manoeuvring Aymanis into a leg scissor hold and she pressed his body between her steel-like thighs. The pressure was like nothing Aymanis had ever experienced. He could not escape and his ability to hold back the crushing inward force of her powerful thighs was fading fast. Katun thought, He is weakening, panting & sweating like an over-taxed horse. I am as fresh as a rose, ready to fight until sunset. My victory is now sure. But, then, I do not become the queen of his rich kingdom, I miss ruling it, and him. So she released her pressure a bit, and with a powerful last-ditch effort Aymaniz unlocked her hold. Somersaulting, he was soon on his feet and jumped upon Katun, still on the ground. With a token resistance, she let him push her broad shoul-ders into the grass. Now, you are mine, Katun, and soon to be my wife! he pro- claimed breathlessly.

Describing the wedding would be pointless. Katun was shrewd enough to act as a lady, to hide her free-wheeling, panther-like manners. The outward resemblance between Aymanis and Gunnar was so great that she did not notice that she had the latter at her side during the ceremonies. But the wedding night came and, there, in the privacy of the bed chamber, she was pretty sure to win. From what she had felt during the wrestling bout in which she had let her opponent win, she knew she was the strongest. And also, she knew many erotic tricks, sure to give her the upper hand. So to bed she went, awaiting her husband to come. He arrived, careful not to bring a candle. She acted so bashful, so quiet, so much like a young virgin But suddenly, the scene changed. Katun locked her steely legs on his back and squeezed. Meanwhile, her powerful, well-trained inner, love-channel muscles began an infernal round on his member. Unable to stand such treatment he came within a few seconds, but she would not let him get out of her. What are you doing? cried Gunnar. Oh, I am so happy to become a real woman. I feel good everywhere! All my body vibrates. As you know, I am a strong, red-blooded girl. What I do just reflects my enthusiasm. I cannot control myself. Please, remain! So, Katun began again, so powerfully that he again came in a matter of minutes. She too came, so violently that the exhausted Gunnar fainted!

But then she began to wonder, How was it that the man who was able to wield her sword, to tame her horse, and to fight a protracted match against her, loses conscio