The British were already making known their dream a colonial empire that stretched along the entire Eastern and Southern shores of the dark continent, and had announced plans for a railway running from Cape Town to Cairo, the entire length of Africa! For that, they'd eventually have to wrest control of Transvaal and the Orange Free State from the Afrikaners. Many Boers saw the coming struggle and were prepared to defend their land at all costs. But one Afrikaner in particular wondered just why her people should sit and wait for an attack when it would be far wiser - she reasoned - for the Boers to strengthen their position to the point they'd be invulnerable...perhaps even strong enough to drive the British from South Africa!

Anli Uys was a most unconventional woman for her day; stunningly beautiful and cunningly intelligent, a third generation Afrikaner, born and raised in the hardscrabble outback of Transvaal. She'd learned to survive in an unforgiving environment and she hunted and fought as well as any man. Indeed, she was a genuine leader of men, possessing the guile and charisma to draw them to her side. She was perhaps the only female European native in Africa...or Europe itself, for that matter...to command her own militia! And with that small army at her command, she set out to fulfill her audacious plot to make the Boers the absolute rules of the South Africa. To accomplish her goal, her people needed to carve an inland empire for themselves but the land to the north was ruled by the Zulu nation; and although this native tribe was not as powerful as it had been under the rule of the legendary Shaka decades before, it was still a formidable force. More importantly, the Zulu lands were rich in minerals - and perfectly situated as a major trading post.

Anli concluded that a force of 200 well-armed men, striking with surprise and without mercy, could capture the Zulu capital and, once that was accomplished, she could consolidate the newly won territory with the existing Boer regions to create a new nation - and a base from which to one day sweep out and control of the entire lower third of the continent. So she led her army northward into the jungle. Her success hinged on stealth for if they were discovered before they were prepared to attack, the small force would undoubtedly be annihilated by the assembled Zulu’s. Anli selected a route which she believed would avoid possible detection, if they were lucky. But her luck ran out!

The band literally ran into a native hunting party of a dozen or so Zulu's. Now such a small number of warriors ordinarily wouldn't be of much concern, but this was no ordinary party...it was led by Nala, a Zulu Princess, and she had a larger retinue of warriors nearby. If Anli held Nala captive, or killed her, the rest of her warriors would come searching for her, and they may spot the invading Boers and warn the capital. But releasing the sepia-skinned Princess would be just as disastrous for the expedition. No, if Anli Uys was to succeed in her bold scheme, she had to come to reach an agreement with Nala, one that gave the blonde Afrikaner everything she wanted. She knew Nala wouldn't willingly grant her such a boon; she would have to force it on the Zulu Princess. Her solution was as simple as it was bold. Citing a revered Zulu custom, Anli challenged Nala to personal combat. If Nala won, she and her retinue would be free to go; but if Anli won, the Princess would surrender her warriors to the Boers and become their prisoners. Suffice to say, the blonde had every intention of winning!

No time was wasted and a clearing with long, soft grass would become their arena and they'd use no weapons but their own bodies. As the warriors from both sides arrayed themselves around the edges of the clearing they sized up the two combatants. Both were statuesque, with firm, sculpted bodies. Nala wore a leopard skin covering over her breasts and loins, her long bare legs displaying every perfect muscle. Anli had worn men's pants (far more functional in the jungle than a skirt), but knowing she needed better mobility, she used a knife to cut away the legs of her trousers to bare her own powerful gams. Then she tied her sleeveless shirt at the midriff, displaying her body in a way the good women of Europe would have found scandalous - but then elegant women of Europe never had to carve out an existence in the jungle, so to hell with their notions of proper fashion Anli concluded!

The two women began to cautiously circle, each clearly expert at hand to hand fighting. When they finally locked up, their magnificent bodies strained against one another, a sheen of perspiration from the jungle heat already making their body glisten in the sunlight which broke through the canopy of leaves above the clearing. Suddenly, Anli caught the Princess in a headlock and before Nala could react, the blonde had twisted her upper body, sending both women to the ground with the Zulu taking the brunt of the impact! Landing atop her, Anli used her body to keep Nala pinned as she converted the headlock to a choke! Nala gasped for air, but the Princess didn't panic and once she managed to free an arm, connecting with a palm strike to Anli's jaw, snapping the Boer's head back and in the process, forcing her to lose her stranglehold!

But Anli was far from helpless and as Nala scrambled to her knees facing he, the kneeling blonde hit her with a powerful backhanded slap that was meant to stun the Zulu. Nala seemed dazed by the blow for an instant, then retaliated with a hard, cuffing, slap of her own. They began trading slaps and punches to each angelic face until, with an animalistic growl, Nala flung herself on the blonde, tackled her to the grassy ground where the warrioresses rolled back and forth in the lush grass.

Then, suddenly, they stopped rolling with the blonde on top. But as she tried to spread her legs to straddle the Black Princess, Nala snapped her leg up, driving her knee into the blond Boer’s groin. With a pained grunt, Anli was knocked forward over Nala’s head, her face plowing a furrow in the grass as she crashed down with her hips on the Black girl’s face. Nala grabbed Anli’s hips as she swung her legs upward, twisting her body up and back, landing straddling the blonde’s waist facing her feet. As Anli pulled her knees up and got them under her, she began pushing her hips up and Nala’s body tilted back toward Anli’s head. Desperate to retain her position, the Princess grabbed the leather belt around Anli’s waist and hung on grimly like riding a horse! Then Nala leaned over and drove her hand down between Anli’s ass cheeks, pounding her clenched fist into the same tender spot she’d already kneed! Anli’s upraised hips dropped back as her legs snapped together and she fell flat with a loud groan.

Control became the Princesses as she turned around behind Anli and clamped her powerful legs around the blonde's waist. The Boer's eyes went wide as she felt her ribs crushed in the powerful vice. She tried to pry the Zulu's legs apart, but Nala had her ankles locked too securely. Failing in her first attempt to free herself, Anli tried a more desperate tactic...she slowly began to turn her body around between Nala's scissoring thighs. Pain registered on the blonde's face as it contorted in agony but finally, she managed to twist herself far enough that she had enough leverage to try and push herself to her feet.

It was a magnificent display of raw power and sheer determination as Anli slowly, painfully straightened her legs and raised her torso until she was standing up, bent over at the waist as Nala still firmly persisted with her vice-like leg scissors even though she was almost upside down with her back on the ground and her legs in the air around Anli's waist. Then, with a roar, the blonde began to spin around and around until the Princess's body lifted off the ground from the centrifugal force. Finally, the spinning became too much and the Princesses legs lost her hold on the blonde. She went sailing through the air, crashing to the ground with a heavy THUD!

Like a jungle cat, the blond Boer pounced and once more the two women snarled like jungle cats as they writhed in tight embrace on the ground, hands tearing and clawing at one another’s clothing, flimsy tops quickly torn away to expose four fine breasts which then became their targets. Soon, mewls of pain filled the humid air, yet neither dared even contemplate surrender. Still, they couldn't maintain the inhuman pace forever and, inevitably, they pulled apart and rolled away, each panting heavily as they rested on their knees facing each other, taking stock of her wounds. Nala touched her aching chin and felt a trickle of blood from a split lip, squinting to see through her rapidly swelling shut right eye thanks to the blondes flashing fist. Across from her Anli cupped her groin in one hand, still throbbing from blows by Nala’s knee and fist while her other hand supported her aching bare right breast upon which a dark bruise was already forming where Nala’s sharp elbow had pancaked the precious small, but firm mound of sensitive flesh.

Hatred lit their eyes as they glared across the distance separating them, then as if spurred by some silent signal, they lunged, their half-naked bodies colliding in the center of the clearing with a sweaty THWAP as their hands clasped in a savage test of strength. They struggled evenly for a few moments, each grunting and groaning as they strained, their hips pressed tightly together like lovers, firm young breasts flattening under the pressure of their torsos as they leaned into one another. So evenly matched were they at first, that neither was able to budge her opponent but then slowly, almost imperctibly at first, the tide of battle began to turn in Nala's favor and she began to force the blonde to her knees.

A brief look of fear swept across Anli's face, yet it seemed to steele her resolve as, with a growl from between her tightly clenched teeth, she poured on all of the considerable power in her legs and slowly began reversing her predicament. As Anly began to slowly come upright, she was forcing the proud Zulu back and then it was Nala who was forced to HER knees. It was a spectacular effort by the blonde, one which drew respect even from the startled Princess!

But what Nala didn't respect, was the foot Anli drove into her stomach as she knelt! Nala uttered a loud grunt as Anli’s boot slammed into her solar plexus, then the grinning blonde released her hands and allowed Nala’s body to fold forward, her gaping mouth sucking air...just as the cruel, haughty Afrikaner wanted! Now was Anli's opportunity to repay Nala for the body scissors! Grabbing a handful of black hair, the blonde wrenched the Zulu's head down, pulling it between her thighs and locking her ankles, trapping Nala in a standing headscissors!

As her hands clawed the back of the blonde's quivering thighs in desperation, the Zulu Princess groaned; her head felt like it was being crushed by Anli's steely thighs. A smug grin creased the icy blonde's face. Anli knew Nala couldn't take this kind of pressure for long and with her defeat the Boers would be free to resume their trek north. Anli savored the idea of making Nala her slave once the blonde had established her own kingdom and her mind filled with thoughts of the pleasure the voluptuous Black vixen would give her as her slave; performing every demeaning task for her. Perhaps it was Anli indulging in wanton dreams of libidinous hedonism, or maybe it was only a brief moment of inattention caused by the sensation caused by Nala’s smooth, flawless skin at the back of her neck rubbing on the tight V at the top of her thighs as she struggled; but whatever the cause, Anli's concentration slipped every so briefly and in that instant Nala seemed to sense it! With a guttural roar, the Zulu Princess marshaled her battered body and hauled herself to her feet, catching the day-dreaming Anli by surprise, leaving her helpless as she was taken off her feet and send tumbling headfirst over Nala’s back. Her forehead hit the ground at an awkward angle, nearly snapping her neck and her long body telescoped into a heap.

The tall, wiry blonde lay stunned as Nala, pained and exhausted - wanting desperately to rest yet she daren’t waste a second lest the blonde recover - called upon her ancestors for strength and the blood of warriors coarsed through Nala’s throbbing veins. She swore years later she could feel her forebearers adding their strength to hers, giving her the ability to finish this titanic struggle. Reaching down, Nala grabbed the dazed Anli’s golden mane and dragged the Boer roughly to her feet.

As Anli swayed unsteadily, her long arms hung limp at her sides. Nala bent and scooped up the blondes half-naked bodily, lifted her in the air and then draped Anli's tight, pale body across her shoulders in a backbreaker. With one fist clamped tight over the still-throbbing mound between the blondes open legs and the other hand gripping onto her throat as Anli’s head lolled, Nala spead her legs and slowly began to pull down on both halves of Anli's sharply bent body. The blonde screamed as her spine was violently twisted and bent at an increasingly sharp angle until tears filled her blue-green eyes from the blinding pain.

A lesser woman would have submitted then and there, but for Anli, surrender was never a possibility. Still, her stubborn defiance couldn't avoid the inevitable and, as Nala's quivering muscles exerted ever-increasing force, the blondes body shuddered….one leg raised until it was parallel with the ground, then with a soft moan Anli went limp as she passed out from the sheer pain of the Black beauty’s backbreaker! Sensing her battle was won at last, Nala called upon her last vestiges of strength to give one final display of her superiority! With her arm muscles bulging, the Zulu Princess slowly raised her arms, lifting the limp and unmoving body of the beaten blonde off her shoulders until she held it high above her head. Then Princess Nala slowly turned in a full circle, displaying the limp blonde like a trophy of war!

The spectacular tableau drew gasps of amazement from Boers and Zulu's alike. Then the Princess stepped back, slammed the blondes body to the ground at her feet, then firmly planted one foot on Anli's heaving, small firm breasts and gave the Zulu warrior's cry of triumph! The Boers still outnumbered the Zulu's, and they were better-armed, but seeing their leader defeated had broken their fighting spirit and, silently, the Afrikaners turned and trudged back South, toward the Transvaal, never again to dare challenge the Zulu nation.

Anli, the woman who’d dared to dream of her own private kingdom in the mysterious jungles of Africa was, only half awake when she was stripped naked by Princess Nala and had her unresisting hands securely bound behind her back. Her one-time supporters and followers, knowing their cause was lost, had already turned their backs on their one-time leader and departed. As she watched them go, Nala began to savor the fruits of her hard-earned victory. Kicking Anli onto her back, Nala straddled the blonde, grabbed a fistful of sweaty blonde hair and yanked the trembling white girls flushed face hard up into the dense thatch of kinky black hair that grew in the deep valley between her glistening black thighs.

Anli, with no previous experience at loving a woman, needed less-than-gentle coaxing from the more experienced Zulu Princess, but after many slaps, pinches, pulls and kicks to various sensitive parts of her anatomy, she eventually began to figure out what was required of her and how to perform her ‘duty.’ As the blonde’s pink tongue fluttered and whipped back and forth in the dark cavern behind Nala’s engorged labia, the tawny Princess threw back her head and let out a loud, satisfied cry as she had the first of several orgasms. It was almost dark before the satisfied Nala and her tongue-weary white slave grew too exhausted to continue. While the Zulu’s made camp and as her warriors celebrated their princesses triumph, Nala began the long and arduous task of ‘reorientating’ her new slave in the performance of her new duties.

Early the following morning, a subdued and humbled Anli was marched, naked and barefoot with her hands still tightly bound behind her back, all the way to Nala’s village where she would spend the remaining thirty years of her life as a pawn of the Zulu Royal Court as the personal body slave of Princess Nala; catering to her every whim and fulfilling her every desire, no matter how twisted or debased. Unlike the other Zulu Royal Princesses, Nala married - but only long enough to bear three daughters - two male offspring were killed at birth! Once she had borne her ‘little princesses’ Nala’s husband met an untimely death in a ‘hunting accident’ when - apparently - Nala and her retinue of attendants had failed to notice a lion stalking her husband or hear his cries for help until it was too late. Besides, he had fulfilled his ‘duty’ fathering her daughters and it was Anli who satisfied the Princesses needs far better than any mere man - plus a slave required far less of Nala’s attention yet provided for all her needs!

A Zulu legend says that Anli’s pale skinned sisters still continue to serve Princess Nala’s Royal bloodline to this very day in many counties around the world....several of them at the infamous “Porn Star Fight Club” in downtown Los Angeles, California, USA. Perhaps it's only a myth, perhaps not, but it's an interesting one nonetheless and at least this is one legend where you can at least see confirmation when you visit the club….but only if you’re a woman!