The Dominated Barbarian King
by Eddy - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest



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There is an interesting story I would like to share today. A story that takes
place in a fantasy world. A world of warriors and wizards. Of swords and
sorcery. A world where strength is power and reason is secondary. In this
world, society is split in warrior clans. Some are called barbarians, since
their defining feat is their brutality. Their entire culture based on the idea
that the strength equals rights and the strongest, toughest warrior deserves
to be the ruler. In such a society, one would expect that men would rule and
women would be considered as the weaker sex. And they would be right. Or so it
would be for most cases. This story is about one of the few exceptions. And
perhaps the most spectacular of exceptions.

The barbarian clan of Orgral inhabited a small village by the same name. They
were ruled by their strongest and most feared warrior, King Onen. King Onen
was a barbarian as big as they came. Standing 7 feet tall and weighing 350
lbs, this giant wall of muscle had earned his spot as ruler after numerous
victories on the battlefield as soldier, and finally one decisive victory in a
one on one death-match against the previous ruler of the clan.

As can be expected, such a position in society required that Onen took a wife.
And so far, Onen had had several women. All of them now claiming for his
affections and the position of queen as well. So Onen had a difficult decision
before him. to choose one wife among several women. So he did what could be
expected from a man in his position. One by one, he fucked them all. He wanted
a wife who would be savage in bed. After days of having sex with over 20
women, he narrowed down his search to the last 8.

And then Onen did something completely unthought of. To sort out who would be
crowned his queen, he hosted a hand to hand combat tournament among all 8
final contestants. All fighters were to engage in their combats dressed in
minimal leather clothing, covering only their private parts and exposing their
warrioress physiques for the spectators to wonder at them. And being barbarian
women, they all agreed to take part in it. All of them welcomed the
opportunity to prove that they could be as tough as the men in their society.
And some of them were. The shortest of the contestants stood 5' 7" feet tall
and weighed 190 lbs. with her body being pure solid muscle. It was clear what
type of woman king Onen was after.

After some well fought matches, the winner was determined. Alya stood 6 feet
tall and weighed 200 lbs. Her body was slim, fit, all muscle, every muscle
clearly defined and popping out of her body. Such an impressive body completed
with a gorgeous womanly face and long, red hair, made for an exquisite
specimen of a woman. She was a hunter in the village, the most successful one,
actually. And now, she had become queen. Every woman's dream. Or so she
thought.

It wasn't long before queen Alya visited an old lady who lived in a hut close
to the village. This old lady was said to be a great shaman and witch. The
queen went in there alone, shrouded under a long cape and a cloak, as she felt
her needs were private. Upon entry, she encountered just what she expected to
see. A small fire in the middle, skulls and corpses of different animals
hanging from the ceiling, shelves with flasks containing different potions and
liquids of different colors. Also in other shelves there were stones of shiny
colors and other flasks containing dirt and dusts of different colors. And of
course, the old lady shaman. A woman that seemed to have reached her 70s in
age, covered in a long cloak. She was a tall old woman with an arched back and
thick arm fat. That was the standard for the women who reached old age in the
barbarian society. Tall and strong young women would devolve into old ladies
with arched backs and fat bags hanging from their limbs.

"Welcome, my dear." the old lady greeted the queen.

"Greetings, lady shaman." the queen greeted her back. "I've been told you are
quite skilful with potions and medicines. And also, that you can keep a secret
when needed."

"Look around you, dear." the old lady replied with a smirk. "All you can see
is potions and dead animal parts. There is no one around to share any
secrets."

"Good. Then let me introduce myself. I am Queen Alya of the Clan Orgral. My
husband is King Onen." she said. "And I come to you asking for your help, your
confidence, and your discretion in this matter."

"Really, the Orgral Queen, here?" the old witch said in awe. "Why, this is
such an unexpected honor, my dear. I mean, your Majesty! Please tell me how I
can be of service to you. And know that you can count on my absolute
discretion."

"Good. Then let me show you what I need." the Queen said as she dropped her
cowl, revealing herself.

Beneath the cape and cloak, she was dressed in her fighting garments, all
complete with gloves and boots. She wore no ornaments nor jewellery giving
away her position and status. Her body was as fit and impressive as always,
although now, it was ruined by bruises and scars. Her beautiful face was also
bruised and battered. Clearly she was beaten badly, several times. Her once
proud look was now one of shame, with her sight looking downwards. The old
lady shaman was badly shocked upon this sight. She truly wasn't expecting to
see a barbarian queen like that.

"As you can see, lady shaman, I will need some of your potions and medicine."
queen Alya explained. "I need something to heal my bruises and scars. And
then, I need a potion to numb my body from pain."

"Your majesty! Of course I can provide such medicine, but may I ask how a
woman as impressively built as yourself ended up in this state?" the old witch
replied in curiosity. "Were you attacked by a horde from another clan?"

"Heh! If only ... " the queen replied sarcastically. "These are the result of
the loving affections and caresses of my husband, King Onen. He likes his
women strong. Which all men should. But he likes them strong so that they
don't bruise so easily when he beats them mercilessly. And as much as it hurts
me to say this, even though I am strong and tough and can take some
punishment,... He is just too much for me. He is too strong and too brutal for
me to handle. Even when I yield he continues pound me. And then, after he's
beaten me almost senseless, he takes me by force. And that is how he gets off
in the end. That is why I also need a medicine that can numb me from the
pain."

"I'm very sorry to hear this, your majesty." the old witch said. "And such
medicines I do have and I'm happy to provide." she added as she handed over a
flask containing a thick dough. "This here, will heal your bruises and close
those scars if you just spread it over your skin. And this ... " the witch
added as she reached inside a wooden chest and pulled out a flask of glowing
red color.

"What is that, lady shaman?"

"This, your majesty, is a special potion which I believe will help you much
more than any other medicine. This potion will not make you numb to the pain,
but it will give you enough strength to teach that king of yours what real
pain feels like." the witch spoke proudly.

"So this will make me stronger?" the queen asked doubtfully as she held the
glowing flask in her hands.

"Yes. That will make you the strongest woman in the world." the witch
explained. "That contains part of the lifeforce of Queen Sela. She lived more
than a hundred years ago. And during her reign, she was the strongest, most
undefeated warrior of her time. No other woman, man or beast could match her
strength and warrior skills. It is said that she could crush a man's skull in
her hand. That her punches and kicks could smash shields and bones. That she
could carry a live, raging bull on her shoulders, and that she could wrestle a
bear and emerge victorious. With this raw strength and your already impressive
fighting skills, that king of yours wouldn't stand a chance. You would own him
and rule Onen, instead of being the other way around."

"Yes, I've heard the tales. She is an inspiration to all barbarian women. A
heroine to idolize and imitate. Too bad she didn't leave any heirs to this
female power. It was said that no man dared to lay with her. And those she
took by force were never able to satisfy her." the queen replied now with deep
interest. "And this will make me as strong as her? This sounds too good to be
true."

"The effect will wear off with time. But you can extend the effect by training
your body as hard as you can. If your muscles can get used to the level of
physical power, then you will have earned that strength for yourself. And
then, you could consider yourself Queen Sela's heiress." the old witch
explained.

The queen thought about it. For just a second. She opened the flask and drank
the entire potion in one sip. Immediately after that, she began feeling
different. Every muscle in her body, that was aching from the last beating she
had taken, began beating, like a muscle spasm all over her body. She felt a
rush of heat coursing through her entire being. It felt almost orgasmic. She
began caressing her own body to fully grasp the sensation. It was an almost
sexual pleasure she was experiencing. She moaned slightly as the warmth and
the spasms increased their pace. Finally, after two exhilarating minutes, it
was over. And as Queen Alya stared back at her own body, she noticed the
change. Her muscles were pumped up significantly. Each muscle in her body was
almost twice its size from before. She couldn't believe her own eyes.

"Surprised, yes?" the witch boasted. "Don't forget the ointment for the
bruises, your majesty."

"This is unbelievable!" the queen screamed ecstatically. "I feel so strong! So
powerful! So alive! Thank you! Here! Take it all!" Queen Alya said as she
handed the old witch a bag full of coins, containing all the money she had on
her.

As she was applying the ointment on her bruises, she walked towards her horse,
and as she got back on her horse, ready to ride back to the village, she had
an interesting thought. "A horse can't be nearly as heavy as a bull." she
thought to herself. And so, she got off the horse and proceeded to caress her
gently to calm her down. She then took a deep breath, ducked beneath her horse
and raised her over on her shoulders as if she was carrying some dead weight.
The horse did move a lot at first, but Alya was strong enough to keep her
contained while keeping her balance stable.

She actually couldn't believe it herself. She was carrying the horse on her
shoulders like it were a sack of vegetables. She hardly felt the weight. She
was so ecstatic with this new strength she had acquired, she tried taking a
step further and did some squats with her horse on her shoulders. And she had
no trouble at all. In fact she began taking some steps forward and walking
with her horse still up on her shoulders. As she did, she looked down at her
massive thigh muscles stretching and popping out like none she had ever seen
before. With each step, she could see and feel her powerful leg muscles
working and she loved it.

After taking several steps, she realized that even though she wanted to see
how far she could walk with such weight upon her shoulders, it would take her
considerable time to return to the village in such condition. Therefore, she
decided to ride back to the village on her horse, like any other human being.
However, she had one final test before she began her return to her village.
She tried to raise the horse above her head using her arms. It was difficult.
A strenuous task. It required every ounce of her strength, but slowly, she was
able to barely raise the horse above her shoulders. But after putting her
every will and determination, and giving out some much necessary sweat running
down her entire body, she was able to extend her arms and hold the beast up
high. She immediately put it down and rested her sore muscles. As she breathed
heavily after such effort, she realized she had never felt so good in her
entire life. She loved feeling so strong and looking so muscular.

She got back on her horse and rushed back to town. A million thoughts flowed
through her mind. What was she going to do when she got back? How was she
going to use her new powerful muscles to teach her husband a lesson? How far
was she willing to go with him? How bad should he be punished? No, he should
be made an example. An example of what happens to men who mistreat women,
especially strong women. What steps should she take to make him such an
example? Alya was unsure about that. So the best thing to do first was
practice on other men. And also, get a drink, perhaps two. She knew just the
place to stop by.

The largest canteen in the village was the one meant for soldiers, raiders and
warriors of all sorts. It had booze, women and of course, a large, loyal mass
clientèle. As soon as she entered, all eyes were on her. Staring, gazing,
wondered at the sight of the most amazing woman they had ever laid eyes on.
And feeling so proud of her looks and her physique, she approached the bar
with a confident attitude and slamming her arm against the marble bar,
demanded a drink shouting "A drink for your Queen!", which she finished up in
mere three seconds. She then turned towards the staring crowd. She had spotted
upon her arrival two fierce looking barbarians engaged in an arm wrestling
bout. A bout which ceased to gaze at her. Good, so then those two had a small
break to recover their strength.

"Now, who of you dares to challenge your Queen to an arm-wrestling match?!"
she yelled out while flexing her right arm, making her softly round shaped
bicep pop out.

The men looked at each other. Some of them didn't want to challenge the Queen
for fear of King Onen, while others just didn't want to look bad arm-wrestling
a woman, even one such as largely muscular as Alya.

"None? Really? Even after gazing for so long at these muscles?" she teased as
she flexed her arms and posed for the men showcasing her back muscles. "You
still don't want to waste your breaths arm-wrestling a woman? Perhaps you need
some proper motivation." she added.

She gallantly walked towards an empty table and sat on one side. She placed
her right elbow on the table and extended her hand, waiting for some
challenger to grab it. Once again she looked around at all the men. Whispering
between each other. Doubting themselves. None dared to step up and take the
challenge.

"Alright then. Five pieces of gold to whoever can beat me." she said out loud.
"That should be enough motivation for at least one of you to---"

Suddenly, her hand was grabbed by one of the men who happened to be
arm-wrestling when she entered the bar. He had a strong grip and a smirk on
his face. His arm was bigger than Alya's. And overall, he was bigger than most
men in the canteen. So it was understandable he felt comfortable arm-wrestling
anyone, especially a woman. But that confidence would soon be broken, along
with his ego.

"I saw you arm-wrestling when I came in. Wouldn't you be a little tired?
Perhaps you would like to rest while I finish off some of the other men in
here." Alya mentioned before starting to push.

"You're too kind, your highness. But I don't believe I need a rest." he
replied. "I mean no disrespect but I believe I'm in sufficient conditions to
defeat you and earn those pieces of gold." he added.

"Hmm. Good." Alya answered as she felt her challenger's grip and rearranged
her fingers. "Then ... Go!" she yelled, signalling the start of the match.

The barbarian challenger began pushing right away. And Alya was holding him in
place. At first, the challenger began pushing with only a fraction of his full
strength, but then, as he noticed he couldn't even bulge Alya's arm, he
started pushing harder and harder. And that was noticeable on his face. As he
started pushing with a smirk still on his face, but slowly, he began putting
on a frown that properly reflected the effort he was making. The useless
efforts he was making. Finally, Alya decided she had had enough fun and gave
it one powerful push, that slammed her challenger's hand against the table
violently and swiftly.

"Well, that was interesting. I was hoping you'd be stronger. But perhaps you
were in fact a little tired. You should have rested your arm." Alya boasted as
she stretched her arm and caressed her bicep.

The challenger didn't utter a word. He simply got up from his seat, rubbing
his sore wrist and making way for the next challenger. This next challenger
was also a large man. Not as large and muscular as the previous challenger,
but still larger than Alya. She welcomed him with a smile and her open hand
that locked firmly against his challenger's. Once again, Alya gave the GO and
the match played out exactly the same, only this time the challenger began
pushing with all his might. But just as before, Alya's arm remained in its
spot until she got bored and slammed her opponent's arm down. If all men had
this level of arm strength, arm-wrestling them was going to be boring. The
third challenger however, was bigger, more muscular than the two previous
ones. A towering pile of muscle and hair. A standard for barbarian men.
Nothing she couldn't handle with her new strength and muscles. But he had
something else about him. She recognized. He was someone she had met before.
Although she couldn't figure it out.

"I know you from somewhere, don't I?" Alya asked the challenger grasping her
hand.

"Well, we haven't been introduced properly." the challenger replied. "But I am
one of King Onen's generals. My name is Ragon. I have just returned after six
months away from the village and my, how you have changed!"

"Thank you General. You're too kind." Alya replied as she glanced at her own
arms in comparison to his. "But you are also right. I am not the same woman as
I was before."

"Indeed you are not. I recall last time I saw you was in the tournament to
decide which lucky warrior woman was strong enough to marry Onen." General
Ragon explained. "I actually bet against you in most of your fights. So I'm
hoping that if I slam your arm against the table, I will get at least some of
my money back."

"Well, General Ragon, you were wrong back then and I have a feeling that you
will continue being wrong again." Alya replied as she clenched her fist around
Ragon's hand and gave the GO.

General Ragon had seen the previous matches and already knew Alya was damn
strong. So he wasn't going to start easy. He thought he could win the match if
he gave it his all in one shocking push at the very start of the match, but
even that wasn't enough. Alya was caught off guard, true. And Ragon's arm was
able to push Alya's arm halfway back, true as well. But as soon as Alya began
providing an opposing force, both arms slowly returned to their starting
position. And seeing as Ragon was struggling with all he had, she thought
she'd take the time for some trash talk.

"All you men are the same, it seems." Alya boasted. "You can get your arms and
chests so big and muscular without any effort. Your muscles are half strength
and half show. But us women? We have to work twice as hard as men to grow
muscles like these." she continued as she raised her other arm, flexed her
bicep and kissed it. "So our muscles are pure strength. Even if yours are
bigger, ours are stronger. Now, I'm going to show what raw female strength can
do to muscular men like you."

And as she said that, she pushed Ragon's arm down with all her might. But not
only did she push Ragon's arm down, but she also twisted Ragon's wrist with
all of her strength in the same move. Even in spite of the crowd's yelling and
roaring at the witness of the match, they all heard that loud Snap. It was
Ragon's wrist, who got up from his seat yelling and cursing from the pain.

Queen Alya then, proud of her achievements, proceeded to flex and pose in
victory. Making her glorious and clearly traced muscles stand out for everyone
to gaze at. Big muscles and a big smile crowned this great woman. However, her
posing was soon interrupted by a sore loser. General Ragon came at her with a
knife and a rabid look on his face. However, Alya wasn't just any strong woman
who might've been intimidated by a mad soldier wielding a blade. She was
actually the world's strongest woman, who also happened to be an experienced
and skilled brawler. And she knew just how to respond to such a... "threat".

As the angry and violent general came at her, holding a knife in his only
working hand, Alya could've reacted in several forms. She could've either
sidestepped and trip him over, or grab him by his good arm and twist it to
force him to lay on the floor, or even grab his arm and toss him over her back
with the force of his own attack. But instead, she chose an option that she
found much more amusing and that would better reflect her new level of
strength. She grabbed the table at her side by one of its legs and simply
smacked the angry general Ragon away with it. To the spectators, it was as if
she had swatted away a fly with a piece of cloth or a stick. General Ragon was
tossed against a wall and dropped to the floor unconscious and bleeding from
his head. Was he dead? Alya didn't really care. She was thrilled and
experiencing her biggest adrenaline rush ever after seeing how easily she had
solved that bar fight.

Others who didn't care, or at least didn't bother to check on the seemingly
dead general, were his men. His men, who took a few seconds to come to the
realization that a woman had just humiliated their brave and strong leader.
Those four barbarian warriors jumped in to avenge their fallen and humiliated
leader. The first of them to jump into the fray was foolish enough to think he
could take on Alya on his own, with his fists. He lunged towards the muscular
queen throwing a punch aimed at her beautiful and confident face. A punch that
was swatted away easily by Alya, who retaliated not with a punch, but with a
powerful slap to the soldier's face that threw him spinning sideways and
crashing against another table. Alya herself, still couldn't believe how
strong she had become.

"Haha!" Alya laughed manically. "Is that all it takes to take you down? I
don't even have to punch you. I can show you your place with ONE SLAP!" she
added, further encouraging the other soldiers to come at her.

And so they did. One of the three still standing soldiers grabbed Alya from
behind, trying to hold her for his companion to attack her freely. But Alya
began trying to shake her attacker off. And her attacker was being swung from
side to side, about to be sent off flying away from the towering muscular
woman until his partner also grabbed her from behind, making it harder for
Alya to shake so freely as before. Still, she could've shaken those two off
quite easily, but the remaining soldier was about to attack her from the front
with a blade.

"Four men against a woman, huh?" Alya said as she was being held by the two
men. "This isn't fair. You should've brought more men."

Now, this was feeling like a true bar fight. Like those she would constantly
hear other fierce and tough men engaging in. Alya was finally in one and was
completely owning it. As the attacker with the blade attempted to stab Alya in
the stomach while her arms were being held by his two fellow soldiers, Alya
delivered a powerful circling kick that struck the attacker's arms and shoved
them sideways. Immediately after, she delivered an equally powerful front kick
that pushed the attacker backwards crashing into a chair and falling on his
back.

Having freed herself from that attacker, she still had to deal with the two
men holding her from behind, one holding each of her arms. So she once again,
took advantage of her immensely strong legs and leaped forward and up. As she
was in the air, she rolled forward while the two helpless men still couldn't
believe she had enough power in those monstrous legs of hers to launch the
three of them so high in the air. With the fall, Alya landed comfortably on
top of the two soldiers, who released their grip on her after hitting the
floor so hard. As a finishing touch, Alya elbowed both of them in their guts
before standing back up. As she stood up again, the two men holding her were
still twisting on the ground, grabbing their stomachs and trying to catch
their breaths back. The other two attackers, who wielded blades were
recovering from the blows received.

"You remember when I said you should've brought more men?" she teased them. "I
think I misspoke. You should've brought an army. Or just stayed home."

The two blade wielders came at her from opposing sides, hoping that one of
them might get a clean shot when she dealt with the other one, but once again,
Alya outsmarted them before outmuscling them. As both blades were going in for
the kill, Alya grabbed onto each blade. One with each hand. Her hands
entrapping the soldiers' hands with an unbreakable grip. She spun them around
playfully, and both soldiers had no choice but to move as she willed. Even if
they did their best not to be pulled by her indescribable strength, her hold
on their hands, and the handles of their blades, was too much for them to
break free. So she spun them around playfully and briefly, before forcing
their hands to stab each other in the stomach. As she let them loose, both
soldiers fell, grabbing their wounded stomachs.

"Anyone else?" Alya said as she took one more look around the bar.

As she expected, no one dared to take a single step forward. The remaining
spectators realized that there was no way they could even hope to lay a finger
on her. And even if they could, she could kill them all with her bare hands
before even breaking a sweat. She was too strong. To see a woman that big and
that strong was something completely unheard of for any barbarian man. Alya
felt so proud and so powerful. She was ready to take her new muscles and her
new strength to her husband, the king. But first, as a fair queen she
considered herself, she would help the canteen owner to clean up a bit.

"Thank you for your hospitality." she said to the canteen owner. "I will be
back tomorrow with gold to cover the damages. But for now, I will help you
take out the garbage quickly, since I have important matters to attend to at
home."

Having said this, she picked up one of the attackers that were still laying on
the floor and, as if it were a small object, tossed him outside of the
canteen. She then did the same with the other three attackers and General
Ragon, who she confirmed to still be breathing. After having tossed the five
bodies away like they weighed nothing, she walked out of the canteen as
confidently as she had walked in. And once again, with all eyes on her and her
powerful body.

Brief minutes later, she was home. Back in the largest house in the town. Home
of the regent king and queen of Orgral. As she was about to walk through that
door, to teach her husband the lesson he so hardly deserved, she stopped for a
moment to think of what she was going to do to him. She then breathed in
deeply, kissed her biceps, smiled and went in. As she entered, she decided to
start mocking her husband by talking like him.

"I'm home, my darling!" she said as she walked through the main hall. "Come
and greet your loving wife!"

"About time, woman!" he yelled from another end of the house.

Immediately, King Onen appeared. In his full barbarian splendor. Wearing
nothing but his leather underwear and boots. The towering pile of male muscles
didn't take a second in noticing the change in his wife's body. As soon as he
spotted her, he began circling around her, grunting and mumbling. Completely
speechless and amazed. As he circled her, he touched her muscles, feeling them
thoroughly, making sure he wasn't hallucinating. As he rubbed his hands along
Alya's muscular arms, she flexed them for him. Her biceps peaked, her chest
expanded, and her back muscles took shape. Onen was still speechless. He
continued caressing those muscles, exploring what his wife had become and
trying to cope with it.

"Go on, darling. Squeeze them. You know you want to." Alya said smiling.

And so, King Onen squeezed Queen Alya's biceps. Applying considerable pressure
to confirm what his eyes were telling him. Those muscles were hard as steel,
but still covered in a woman's soft and desirable skin. He then moved onto her
shoulders, that stood out from her arms like she was wearing armor under her
freckled skin. Onto her back, Onen even discovered new shapes and new muscles
like no other human being he had ever encountered. As his hands rubbed her
muscles downwards, towards her ample and finely toned ass, Alya stretched out
one of her legs and began twisting it, making her thigh muscles pop out.

Onen looked back at Alya. She winked as she smirked confidently. And with
that, King Onen's hands continued exploring her new muscle structure.
Caressing and groping her ass. Feeling and rubbing her muscular thighs. Trying
to entrap such large quadriceps in his large hands, but still being unable to.
The massive muscles couldn't be contained by any man's hands, not even a man
as large as Onen. He then moved downwards, his hands running across the leg,
as the quadriceps thinned out as he reached the knees and then broadened out
again as he reached her finely shaped and hardened calves.

"Don't get that enthusiastic." Alya whispered seductively. "These muscles are
not just for caressing. And these legs will soon have you on the floor begging
for mercy."

"What ... What happened to you?" Onen said stuttering as he stood in front of
Alya, towering above her, with his arms still feeling hers.

"This?" Alya said shyly as she flexed her muscular arms again. "This is just
me looking the way I feel. See, I feel beautiful and strong, stronger than
anyone. But until today my body had never reflected that. And now ... here I
am. A whole new woman."

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