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A month later preparations were well underway for the Amazon tribe to reveal itself to the world. Florida had explained her plans to the tribe at great length and in great detail in the week following the coronation. They had all approved, collectively and individually. The awesome archaeologist had met them all and, thanks to her new mental skills, could perfectly recall the details of each of her one thousand and twelve friends. Florida felt that they were all genuine in their support of her, despite the fact that it would mean massive upheaval to their way of life. Not only did this comfort her, it substantially increased the chances of the plan working.

The first thing that Florida had organised was a group of women to make clothes. Clothing was not generally considered a necessity in the Amazonian world. Except for ceremonial robes, every tribe member spent her time as naked as the day she was born. Unsurprisingly, the Amazonians would not wear ceremonial robes for anything other than the ceremonies for which they were intended, so Florida had had to produce designs for new clothes.

Many of the women in the tribe were wearing them as a matter of course now. As Florida strode through the main chamber, most of the girls she passed were wearing the bras and skirts she had helped create. The garments were all made of animal hide but they did the job of covering what the world felt should be covered. The Queen felt herself slightly guilty that the innocence of her tribe had been eroded slightly. She comforted herself with the thought that the clothes were going to be vital to the tribe's future acceptance. She nodded and smiled to each woman as she went past, the multi-coloured headdress flashing and flickering atop her head.

The second part of her plan involved short and private discussions with Nefla and her apprentice priestesses. Teleportation was going to play a huge role in the gentle giantess's plan; as such, she had some fundamental questions about the process. Florida began the discussion with her most important question. "How many women can be teleported at once?" Nefla replied for all of them. "I can transport up to eight women, not including myself; these girls," said Nefla, gesturing to her twelve acolytes, "can transport up to two each, again not including themselves."

"Does the mass of a woman affect how many can be transported? It seems to me that if this were the case, the priestess who takes me may have an extra load." She smiled coyly at each of the girls as she said this, who giggled politely. "No, mistress," Nefla replied, shaking her head. "When we perform a transportation spell, we think only in terms of souls. Your soul is no lighter, no heavier than any other."

"There are one thousand and thirteen women in this tribe. If my calculations are correct, and each of you worked equally on the transportation, it would take thirty-two journeys to move all of the tribe to the location we discussed earlier." A pause. "Would it be possible to transport the whole of the tribe there in one day?"

"Mistress, transportation magic is difficult and tiring for these girls. At this stage in their magical development, even the most powerful can only manage three such spells in one day. I myself can only perform nine such spells in one day." The royal beauty thought for a moment. "Is remote transportation possible?" Nefla shook her head sadly. "To transport a being, a priestess must form a circle with those she wishes to transport. Without the priestess being in the same place, no transportation can occur."

"Then I believe it will take fourteen days of working flat-out to transport the entire tribe. Is that possible?" There was no accusation in her voice, only honest enquiry. Happily, Nefla nodded in response. "Yes, mistress, that will be possible."

Florida nodded happily. "Thank you, Nefla, girls." She bowed as she left them. That information would involve a small restructuring of the plan, which had already taken place in the superintelligent woman's mind. Later in the day she went back to Nefla and talked about a new location for the first transportation spell. The attendant cocked her head to one side as the Queen revealed the new place to her, trying to visualise it in her mind's eye. Even though it was thousands of miles away, she saw it clearly with the help of Florida's descriptions. "I see it!" she gasped and paused as her eyes flickered around the room, taking in every detail. "I will be able to transport us there safely." Florida smiled widely and nodded at her chief priestess. Nefla returned the smile, nodding herself. The pair separated to continue their preparations.

Two days afterwards, Queen Florida called a meeting of the tribe in the temple's main chamber. The hordes of women packed into the huge room and waited expectantly whilst their Queen stood on the altar to address them. "My friends!" she boomed, spreading her arms wide and turning to look at them all. "The preparations for our plans are complete. Today we begin to change the world – for the better!" The women cheered deafeningly, much as they had always done. "Spreading our ideals to all!" Another raucous cheer went up. "I have chosen," she continued, when the roars had died down, "nine women to act as envoys. Nine women to prepare the way for the others to join them. We must leave without delay!" The loudest roar Florida had ever heard from the tribe burst into the sky, causing dust to rain on them from the temple's roof. The tremendous titaness giggled as some of the dirt landed on he nose.

Within moments the chosen few were in a circle as Nefla intoned the words of the transportation spell. They were all wearing clothes that Florida had designed. The Queen had chosen three trainee priestesses named Stelia, Kyoza and Dwarassa, who would serve as back-up to Nefla if she became unable to perform the spell. The best of the young sorceresses, Everatsa, stayed behind to act as chief priestess in Nefla's absence. The rest of the team consisted of Runea and Falbla, who had borne witness to Florida's successful completion of the second test*; Tanza, who had argued with Belleria over their ownership of the baby for the third test#, and Lakita, an expert archer. Belleria had been put in charge of the tribe.

Most of the women in the circle were standing, but Florida lay on the floor. Before she finished chanting the words, Nefla stole a glance at her mistress. Queen Florida lay perfectly still on the temple's freezing cold floor, radiating a strong aura of complete calm and relaxation. She caught Nefla looking at her and her smile intensified. The familiar vortex swept over them, the usual bright flash of light surrounded them. Then there was nothing.

When Florida next opened her eyes, she was not lying on the cold stone of the temple. Instead, she was lying on a thick and warm red carpet. "Fitting," she thought and smiled. The huge historian did not get up off the floor; instead she scanned around the room for her companions. The three priestesses were looking around excitedly, seemingly having handled the trip well. Nefla looked slightly drained but still managed a beaming smile at Florida, which the enormous Queen returned. Runea and Falbla too were looking around at the room, the first chance any of them had had to understand more about their Queen's past. Tanza, though, looked as if she were about to vomit and Lakita already had.

The recument royal wanted nothing more than to comfort her warriors properly; however, she knew that if she stood on this surface, the pressure she would exert would cause her to fall through the floor to the room below. She would also hit her head on the ceiling. Instead, as a half-measure, she carefully sat up, making sure to spread her weight throughout her legs. Her enormous breasts rested on her gigantic cut legs. "Lakita, Tanza, I can get you something that will make you feel better again," Florida whispered. "Please wait a moment, if you can." The miserable-looking pair nodded.

The room was, fortunately, huge. Three of the walls were covered with bookshelves, each one filled with large, intimidating books. The fourth wall was dominated by a huge window which lead out onto a massive garden that spread as far as the eye could see. In front of the window sat a large wooden desk, with a monitor, mouse and keyboard perched on top. The rest of the desk was littered with pieces of paper, pens, pencils and a telephone. A small plastic chair took up position with its back to the window; two of its fellows stood on the other side of the desk, facing the window. There was no indication of who used the room inside it, though if you went outside you would find a plaque on the door reading "Dr. Florida S. Crane". Many weeks ago, she had stuck a Post-It note underneath which read "Gone exploring in the Amazon. Will be back soon!"

Carefully Florida inched over to her desk and opened the bottom draw. Inside lay a packet of pills that she had used to calm her stomach before giving lectures; she broke two out of the casing and handed them to her needy friends. "Here," she said, "swallow these and you will begin to feel better." The wretched girls looked at the small yellow pills. "What is this magic, Mistress?" asked Lakita. Florida smiled. "It is not magic, Lakita Of The Bow, it is science. Swallow it." Both girls did so, albeit hesitantly. Florida nodded, satisfied, and went to the computer, which was still humming in power-save mode. Unable to sit on the chair, she moved it out of the way and tried to sit in front of the machine but her bountiful bosom prevented her from reaching the keyboard. The Queen had anticipated this and switched position.

She faced the window and stretched her arms out behind her. Now able to reach the keyboard and mouse unencumbered, Florida typed in her username and password with lightning speed. She fired up Internet Explorer and looked for hotels in the Washington DC area. Within minutes she had made three-week-long reservations for half of the tribe, all without looking at the screen. Tanza gasped in surprise. "Mistress!" she said, joy on her lips. "I feel better!" Florida paused and turned to face her friend. "You look it, too," she replied, grinning widely, checking Lakita to make sure she felt the benefits too. Judging by her smile, she had.

Barely ten seconds after she started typing again, there was a knock at the door. The room fell silent. It was Florida who called out in English. "Who is it?" The reply came in a man's voice, a voice that was used to being obeyed. "Campus Security, Ma'am," he said. "Open up." Florida licked her lips and removed her headdress, deciding how best to handle the situation. The door was unlocked so the officer, or officers, could get in easily. It would look best all round if the door was opened. She nodded to Tanza, who was closest to the door. "Open the door, please," she said. "Gently grab the knob, twist it to the left and pull it towards you slowly." Tanza did as she had been instructed. "When the man, or men, comes in, let me speak to him. Do not do anything."

A man in a dark blue uniform walked in. He was roughly six foot three and his large muscles could be seen clearly through his shirt. He had a crew-cut and narrow brown eyes, which were quickly taking in the situation inside the room. He found eight of the tallest, strongest women he had ever seen standing there. Each of them wore some kind of bikini which did nothing to hide the fact that they were the most feminine and sexy creatures he had ever laid eyes on. Their huge cut six-packs looked filled with power. Eight pairs of biceps, though relaxed, bulged threateningly from their arms. Eight massive pairs of legs rippled lusciously, covered in the largest muscle the officer had ever seen. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "Oh, hi, Marlon!" a voice called from the desk. The officer span on the spot. A ninth woman was sitting facing the window, her arms stretched out behind her.

"H-how do you know my name?" he spluttered, his composure lost. "It's me!" the woman said, "Florida Crane. It is my office, after all." Marlon tried to regain the advantage, although he was frozen to the spot and couldn't properly see who was addressing him. "Wh-who are these women?" Florida smiled to herself. "Did you read the note on my door? The one that says 'exploring the Amazon'?" Marlon nodded. "Yeah." "Well, I found these girls and thought I'd bring them back for study." She paused. "Is that OK with you?" Marlon could only nod. Florida laughed delightedly. "OK! So, as you can see, there's no cause for alarm. I was just eager to start writing my paper on what I found!" Marlon said nothing. "Thanks for your concern, though." "Sure," Marlon replied dazedly. "Any time." He left as quickly as he could. Tanza shut the door behind him.

"Thank you Tanza," Florida said, switching back to the Amazonian language with ease. "He will not bother us again." The priestesses were giggling. "What has amused you so, girls?" Florida enquired. "Please, Mistress," Kyoza spluttered, "I think he may have spilled his seed!" Florida couldn't help but grin. She began to search for hotels again, the smile stuck on her beautiful face. Barely five minutes later, Florida had completed her task. She turned around slowly, her legs still spread out on the floor, and inched across the floor to the middle of the room, where she lay back down. "My friends," she began, "we have done well tonight. I suggest that we rest here until morning comes and we can begin to transport the tribe to Washington." The girls all lay on the floor and wriggled into comfortable positions. Florida was the last to fall asleep.

However, she was the first to wake. The amazing Amazonian immediately sensed something was wrong. She quickly sat upright, scanning the room for the cause of her concern. She found nothing and frowned. "If the problem is not in the room, then it must be outside the room," the humungous historian thought. Carefully, she picked her way amongst her sleeping friends and looked out of the window. Arranged on the lawn were a convoy of sixteen tanks, all with their cannons trained on the gentle giantess's office window. Behind them stood hundreds of soldiers, all with odd-looking rifles and strange armour that Florida had never seen. A voice, enhanced by a megaphone, shouted up to the massive musclewoman: "SURRENDER, OR BE BLOWN TO PIECES!"

— To Be Continued —

* See Florida Crane And The Temple Of The Amazons Part 5.
# See Florida Crane And The Temple Of The Amazons Part 6.

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As the Goddess's words were echoing, Florida felt the rent in her back knit together and heal perfectly, as if her treacherous attendant had never plunged a six-inch blade into her body at all. She breathed a small sigh of relief: now she just had to contend with the fact that she was about to fight to the death with an insane woman fourteen inches taller than her, around a hundred and twenty pounds heavier, as well as far, far stronger and smarter, with the only escape route being plunging to certain death on the rocks a thousand feet below.

Initially the two circled each other, like cats fighting for territory. "Think, Crane!" the gorgeous goliath urged herself. "How can you change this situation to your advantage? What do you have that she doesn't?" A smartass part of her brain replied: "Sanity." Whilst these thoughts were running through her mind, Nefla spoke. "So, it has come to this, little mouse," she drawled. "I had hoped to murder you in your bed before the third test. It would certainly have saved me a lot of trouble," she continued reflectively. "However, this way is going to be so much more fun for both of us." The madwoman took a step towards Florida, who carefully stepped back to keep the distance between them.

"Ha!" Nefla crowed. "Here you are, more powerful than you could ever have dreamed of being, and yet you are afraid of me." She lowered her voice to a menacing growl: "You are right to be afraid, little mouse. I am going to tear you limb from limb and I – will – enjoy – it." Florida couldn't suppress a shudder, and it was then that Nefla launched her attack. With blinding speed, she charged the would-be Queen and grabbed her around the waist. Florida was caught totally unawares; Nefla lifted her off her feet and, in a move straight out of a wrestling match, lifted Florida over her shoulder and threw her onto the floor. The ravishing researcher recovered enough to land a blow with her mighty right fist on Nefla's back as she arced through the air, forcing the other woman to her knees. That bought Florida some vital recovery time.

In a flash, both women were up on their feet and circling each other again. Their bodies recovered within seconds. "It looks like I underestimated you, old hag," Florida taunted, attempting to get her psychology in first this time. Nefla, though, merely laughed. "Ha! Is that the best you can do, little mouse? If your fighting is anything like your bantering, this will not take anywhere near as long as I thought." She paused for effect. "And I do not think that you will last another minute."

Florida rolled her eyes and tried again. "You would be nothing without me," she whispered. "A servant's name, rotting in the dust. You cheated me out of the prize that I earned. I created you." Nefla stared directly into Florida's eyes for a moment. Florida returned the glare unflinchingly. "Earned?!" her opponent spat. "You lifted a pebble, flashed your ugly fat tits and settled a staged argument that even a child could have figured out. You may indeed have created me," Nefla conceded, "but I will destroy you."

The mad musclewoman hurtled toward Florida again, but the huge heroine anticipated the move and side-stepped. She launched a roundhouse kick at Nefla but, having missed, the twisted titaness kept on running and Florida's kick did not find its target. In the split-second it took the awesome Amazon to land and readjust herself, Nefla was on her, a muscle-packed arm wrapped around her throat. "Servant, am I?" she hissed in her enemy's ear as she forced the huge historian to her knees. Nefla began to squeeze mercilessly, her prodigious muscles swelling with the effort. Florida's right hand clawed at Nefla's immovable arm whilst her left battered the priestess's body repeatedly down the abdomen. Though punching Nefla's stomach was like hitting thick concrete, Florida kept up her assault, which only made her foe squeeze harder. Florida's blows gradually weakened, ending up as light taps on Nefla's mid-section. Within a minute she had stopped moving altogether and gone limp.

Instantly Nefla's mouth curled into an evil-looking grin of triumph. She released her prey, watching gleefully as the defeated doctor slumped to the floor. The priestess laughed, putting her hands on her hips. "Well, little mouse, looks like the eagle has swallowed you whole," she gloated. She stepped over Florida's fallen yet flawless body. "I promised to tear you limb from limb, did I not?" The insane strongwoman licked her lips at the prospect. As she leaned over to pick Florida up by the foot, the apparently beaten beauty's eyes opened and she swept the traitor's feet clean away. Nefla fell forward and Florida punched upwards with her left, connecting with her opponent's massive right breast. The blow knocked Nefla onto her butt ten feet away.

As Nefla flew through the air, Florida righted herself and moved quickly to the spot at which she predicted her enemy would land. Nefla landed face-up in a spray of dirt, an ugly bruise forming on her boob. Before she could react, Florida was on her, literally – she straddled the priestess' stomach, pinning her in place. Florida began to punch Nefla hard in the face before she had a chance to free herself. Twin towering fists slammed repeatedly into her foe's head with astounding speed, blurring through the air. Within a couple of seconds, the academic Amazonian had hit her opponent eight times; however, Nefla had started to land some blows of her own onto Florida's stomach. The fallen Amazon began to get into an attacking rhythm, keeping pace with her enemy's attacks.

The sky darkened as four arms worked tirelessly, both women trying to cause the most pain to her rival. Nefla's face had erupted into a series of blackening bruises under Florida's onslaught, but this had not distracted her. In turn, the madwoman's punches had turned the would-be Queen's stomach into a sea of pain, but Florida kept to her task. After five minutes and the trading of well over two thousand blows, neither woman had gained the upper hand. What Florida did not realise was that, although Nefla appeared to be using a lot of energy, she was in fact not working at her maximum. She was using the time to recuperate. On the five-minute mark Nefla put all her remaining strength into one tremendous upper-cut – as much as it was possible, given her position – to Florida's abdomen. The gorgeous goliath was lifted into the air with the power of the punch and fell on her back a few feet away.

Immediately Nefla stood up and strutted toward her enemy, who was staying down. Dr. Florida Crane lay, dazed and winded, on the rough ground. Cliché would suggest that she should say something like "Did anyone get the number of that bus?" but she stayed silent as Nefla towered over her. Florida looked up into her opponent's face. It was a black, yellow and green mess: she had beaten all the beauty out of it. Nefla looked as angry as Hell, her gorgeous mask having slipped to reveal the geyser of insane anger that bubbled underneath. The priestess spat blood into Florida's face and then, quick as lightning, punched the beaten babe in the face with such force that her head sank five inches into the dirt. She repeated the feat with the rest of Florida's frame, until the whole of her foe's body had been imprinted on the dirt. Bruises bloomed where her fists had landed.

"You tricked me, little mouse," Nefla growled. "I will make sure that it is the last thing that you ever do." Pride stopped Florida from replying. "Looks like this is the end, Crane," the delectable doctor said to herself. "It's been fun." Then Florida's determination rose like a phoenix in her mind. "No. I will not be beaten by her. I just need to think of…" And then the plan came. It was so simple that she gasped in surprise. As Florida formed and refined her idea, Nefla dug out a massive boulder from the ground ten metres away. When she had finished her task, she lifted it easily over her head in both hands with a grunt and turned to Florida. "I am going to crush you now," the victorious vixen growled.

As Nefla prepared to throw the rock onto Florida's beaten body, the latter began to put her own plan into action. The Amazonian academic threw a handful of dirt into Nefla's eyes. The powerful priestess let out a gasp of rage and let go of the boulder to wipe her eyes. Ordinarily, Nefla would have suspended the laws of physics to do this; however, deprived of her magic powers, the rock fell onto her head and broke into pieces. The attendant fall to the ground, stunned. Florida grinned. "Phase One complete," she said to herself. "Now to put Phase Two into action."

Nefla roared with impotent rage as she picked herself up. "Do not think that you have defeated me, little mouse!" she screamed, the insanity all too evident in her voice. "I will still crush you!" She was tottering blindly towards where she had left Florida, still trying to remove the dust from her eyes. The massive musclewoman was no longer there and Nefla tripped over the hole she had left. In fact, Florida was running at her top speed for the edge of the mountain-top, fists and legs pumping in perfect time. She didn't make any reply, despite a burning desire to do so, as she reached the edge and jumped over the side of the cliff.

— To Be Continued —

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