BRETA - THE STRONGEST VIKING
by Eddy - Written for DTM / Amy's Conquest

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Loram approached the cabin at the base of the mountain. His heart beat fast
with anticipation. Only one single woman in the entire village. A village
populated by old men and wimps, weaklings. None of them had dared to stand
against him.

When he arrived at the village, after months of pillaging and sailing, he had
only one thing in mind. He needed women. His primal needs were at their peak.
He had eaten and drunk enough, but his thirst for a woman's flesh was
unquenchable. And when he came to the village demanding the most beautiful
women they had, the villagers all said the same thing.

"There is only one woman here: Breta. But don't worry. She's insatiable. It
takes several of us to keep her satisfied. She'll be more than enough for
you."

Loram had difficulty believing that. It was him who could satisfy several
women at the same time and during entire nights. A man as big as him, who
stood as tall as a young bear and whose brute strength could snap thick wooden
shields and even swords in his hands.

Still he had curiosity about this woman. Breta. Could she be woman enough to
withstand his rampaging desire? Either way, she was his only option. She would
have to do. And if not, at least he'd have his fun.

As he approached the cabin, he began spotting a figure close to the cabin. A
large figure. Axing the trunk of a nearby pine tree. Around, there were
several remains of chopped trees sticking out of the ground. Clearly that was
the cabin of a lumberjack.

But as he approached, he slowly noticed the feminine shape of the figure. The
figure was almost as tall as him. Her back was covered in several furs and
leather. So were her waist and legs. However, whenever she would deliver an
axe blow to the tree trunk, the furs that covered her legs as a skirt would
swing revealing her thick muscular thighs and calves. And her arms would
momentarily lose the cover of the furs she wore as a cape revealing her
bulging muscular arms.

Could it be a man? No. Clearly a woman. A woman with long red hair, combed
into a ponytail. A tall viking woman. With the strength of a lumberjack in her
arms and legs that looked strong enough to carry a family of goats on her back
without effort.

Loram smirked. "What a woman!" he thought. He hoped for the greatest woman he
had ever known. He was getting even more. As he approached, suddenly Breta
stopped axing the tree trunk. She was halfway done through cutting the
pinetree's trunk. She wiped the sweat from her forehead. And then, to Loram's
shock, she started pushing the tree trunk. Her thick muscular arms were
revealed once again as she pushed and pushed with incredible strength until
the tree finally dropped to the ground.

Loram approached as quickly as he could. Once he was close enough, he could
verify what he noticed earlier. Breta was almost as tall him. Her breast were
beautifully round shaped and concealed beneath a steel bra. Her arms were
bulging with muscle. Almost as big as his. Her legs were also bulging from the
effort she had just made. Her thighs seemed even bigger than his own. And to
crown it all, her face was gorgeous. A beautiful, tall, muscular and strong
woman. Breathing heavily and sweating from the effort.

"You must be Breta." said Loram, while trying to catch his breath. "I'm Loram,
a mighty adventurer. I have sailed the seas and I have fought many battles.
But you are something I've never seen before."

"Ha!" Breta replied while her eyes scouted every visible inch of Loram's body.
"I wasn't expecting such words from such a... built man."

Loram took a step closer and wrapped his arms around Breta's arms. He took the
chance to feel them. Hard and sweaty. He had never felt such arms on a woman.
But Breta didn't just allow him to touch her without her doing some feeling of
her own. She also took the chance to feel Loram's arms.

"I believe we can find great pleasure with one another." Loram said.

"Perhaps we may, Loram." Breta answered with a smile. "I find you interesting.
And perhaps you may be worth my time."

Breta now started feeling Loram's pecs. Loram saw the opportunity and closed
in to steal a kiss from the viking woman. But Breta pushed him back. Loram was
not ready for Breta's push. Her hands on his chest sent him back with enough
force to make him take two steps back.

"But before I decide if you are worth my time, you will have to prove yourself
to me. Prove that you are man enough for me." Breta teased.

"Prove myself? So I shall." Loram replied confidently. "I will prove to you
how much of a man I am."

Breta giggled. Loram could almost see what was coming. Breta was going to
challenge him to take her by force. To prove her he could handle her. He
couldn't contain himself at the thought of it. It was always more enticing to
have to take a woman by force. He had done it several times before. Women
eventually would enjoy the experience almost as much as him. The rush and the
feeling of overpowering the other just made the experience even more
interesting.

Breta guided Loram inside the cabin. There, she took off the furs that covered
her back and her legs. She was left only with the steel bra that covered her
breasts, her boots and a small piece of cloth that covered her groin. She then
pointed at Loram and winked.

"Now you" she said.

Then Loram proceeded to strip down to his cloth underwear and boots. Both
muscular giants stood in front of each other, admiring their muscles. Breta
began posing, showing off all the muscles on her body.

"Come on, show me your muscles, adventurer! Show me you're worthy of me!"
Breta yelled at Loram.

As both of them began their pose-off, their blood started boiling in
anticipation. Clearly they both desired each other. Both enjoyed showing a
sample of the power they would soon feel against them.

"Good. You're big and you look so strong." Breta spoke seductively. "I've seen
enough! Now you prove yourself."

Breta then sat at a small table and placed her elbow on it, extending her hand
to Loram. She was challenging him to an armwrestling match. Loram smiled as he
sat across the table. He locked hands with Breta and felt her strong grip.
Loram had been in several armwrestling matches and had never lost any since he
was a teenager.

"Go!" said Breta.

Both of them began pushing. Their hands remained in the middle, shaking. Both
of them were smiling. None of them was giving their all.

"You're very strong, Breta. And very beautiful." said Loram confidently as he
gazed at Breta. His eyes scouted her from her face to her cleevage to her
bulging and muscular strong arm.

"You are strong too. But let's both push with all our strength now, shall we?"
she replied. "Now!"

Breta pushed with more strength suddenly. Loram was not ready. His hand got
slammed against the table with unbelievable ease.

As Loram grabbed his aching wrist, he looked back at Breta. He wasn't
expecting her to be that strong. As Breta pushed harder, Loram felt an
overwhelming force pushing his hand down so fast. He barely had time to react.
Let alone understand Breta's strength. Her muscles were big. Almost as big as
his. Huge for any woman he had ever met. And he had met some tough broads
before. But never as impressive, as strong or as appealing as Breta.

"You weren't ready." Breta interrupted. "I hope, at least. Come. We'll go
again and this time, give it everything you have."

They both locked hands again. This time Loram knew what kind of power he was
up against. He was going to slam Breta's hand down quickly. With a wink of the
eye, Breta gave Loram the signal and he pushed with all his strength. Breta's
hand almost touched the table this time, but she stopped. Loram was still
giving it all he had.

"Much better." Breta said while smiling. "But still not strong enough."

Breta's hand began pushing Loram's hand back slowly. She was enjoying toying
with him. Finally, Loram's hand touched the table once more. Loram couldn't
believe it. This woman was so strong. Stronger than him. Even after the
incredible effort of chopping wood and pushing down a tree, she still had
enough power in her arm to defeat him. This was something unheard of.

"You want to try one more with the other hand?" Breta suggested. "This time
you just start to push. Don't give me any signal."

"You don't toy with me, woman." Loram said changing his hand on the table.

Breta locked her hand with Loram's. As son as she did, Loram began pushing. He
planned to slam down Breta's hand before she had the chance of pushing back.
But Breta's hand was barely moved half way this time. Same as before, she
slowly pushed back Loram's hand to the table. Breta then smiled as Loram got
up from his seat, all agitated.

"Don't be ashamed, my big hunk." she said. "I've never lost an armwrestling
match. I can beat any man or woman. There's no shame in losing to a woman if
it's me."

"So you are very strong. Stronger than any man or woman I ever met. But
armwrestling involves technique as much as strength. I'm sure you beat me
because you're better at the technique than me. But I'm sure that I am
stronger than you and I can prove it in other ways." Loram said, determined to
prove himself.

Breta stood up and moved to the side of the table. Stretching her muscles, she
looked back Loram and seductively posed again for him.

"Then this is my challenge to you. Show me your strength, however you want.
And if you beat me, I'm all yours." she said.

Loram took a deep breath. Stretched his arms. And charged at her with his
hands extended and palms open. Breta understood what he wanted and charged
back, locking fingers with Loram and they both began struggling in their test
of strength. Loram was giving it all he had but couldn't even make Breta
flinch even one inch. She used only the necessary force to keep herself
grounded as she smiled.

"You're insanely strong, woman. But in the end, you'll get tired. I'm stronger
and have more endurance. My arms are bigger tan yours. You're not going to
win." Loram uttered with difficulty from the effort he was making.

"Ha!" Breta boasted. "Your muscles may be bigger. Not by much though. But mine
are a lot stronger. Let me show you."

Breta then started pushing Loram's arms back. But Loram refused to take a step
back. So Breta took a step forward. As Breta's powerful and muscular leg
landed closer, Loram's back began bending backwards as he continued to resist
taking a step back. Breta poured on with more strength. Loram's arms were
pushed back and down. Loram had no choice but to kneel to prevent Breta from
breaking his arms.

Loram's struggle was suddenly broken when Breta pushed him fiercely down.
Loram fell flat on his back. Breta quickly jumped on top of him. Secured his
legs with her own. Same for his arms. Loram continued struggling. But his
struggle was broken again. This time with an unexpected kiss. Breta kissed
Loram fiercely. With passion. Their kiss was as fierce as their struggle as
both their tongues wrestled as they intertwined. Finally, after brief
passionate seconds, Breta removed her mouth form Loram's.

"Come on! Give me more! I'm enjoying this!" Breta encouraged him as she got up
and on her feet.

Loram also got up. His arms were starting to ache. He was tired. He had been
struggling with all of his strength and still he couldn't even rival this
woman's strength.

"Show me all of your strength and I'll show you mine. Muscle against muscle.
Man against woman. Who is stronger?! This is exhilarating!" Breta said while
breathing hastily.

Loram then pulled all the strength he had left in him and charged towards
Breta with his arms open wide. Breta once again saw Loram's intention and
rested her arms at the sides of her body. Loram trapped her in a bearhug and
began squeezing with all of his might. Breta never stopped smiling. She was
enjoying it.

"Yes! Harder! Squeeze harder! I want to feel your strength. I want to feel
your muscles against mine!" she shouted.

Loram tried as hard as he could, but his arms started to grow tired. He was at
the end of his strength. He couldn't keep up the pace. He had been squeezing
Breta with all of his might. He could feel his straining muscles pressed
against hers, but he knew he wasn't hurting her at all. As hard as his arms
squeezed, Breta's arm strength and muscular complexion kept her safe from his
grip. And this showed in Breta's smile. She wasn't hurting. She was enjoying
it. She liked being trapped in Loram's bearhug; or perhaps she liked knowing
that as big and strong as Loram was, she was far stronger and more powerful.

Finally, Loram's strength gave in and his hold on Breta began weakening.
Slowly his arms began to loosen and his struggle became weaker and weaker
until it was no more fun for Breta. So Breta opened her arms wide and broke
Loram's bearhug with a relatively small effort. Loram staggered back. His arms
felt heavy. He could barely put them up for a standing guard. Loram now stared
at Breta. He was exhausted, shocked, afraid and also anxious. To see what this
strength goddess was about to do to him.

Breta smiled and stretched. She stretched arms, legs, abs and never stopped
smiling. She didn't say anything. She was planning what to do next. She flexed
her arms once again. She continued posing. She looked at Loram until she could
see that his exhaustion did not get in the way of him being aroused.

"Don't worry, you big hunk." she told him while posing. "You are the best
challenger I've met so far. You're still getting a reward. But first, one last
test."

"A-anything." Loram mumbled. "I'm ready for you, woman."

"I'm glad to hear that. Because so far we've proved that you can't hold me.
But I think that I can hold YOU. For as long as I want to."

Then Breta moved fast. She pushed Loram backwards. Loram fell flat on the
ground. Then, with speed that matched her strength, Breta went behind Loram
and wrapped her legs around his waist, trapping his thick, weary arms as well.
She began squeezing. Not so hard. She didn't want to kill him, after all.

"Now, if you get out of this hold, if you can break my grip with your
strength, I'll become your sex slave. I shall forever recognise your
superiority and bow to you and please you in every way that you like." Breta
said as Loram struggled against her grip. "But if not, I will own you,
adventurer. You will be mine for as long as you can entertain me."

Loram struggled with all his might but there was no use. His arms were tired.
His stiff and hard abs were starting to feel the pressure. And Breta's squeeze
kept getting stronger little by little. It wouldn't be long before his ribs
would begin to crack.

"Oh, I forgot. This only ends when you give up." Breta added. "Or when you
break loose, but I don't think that will happen. I can hardly feel your power
as before. Are you tired? You want to surrender now?"

Loram shook his head sideways as he ground his teeth together. He couldn't
surrender that easily. Her strength seemed godlike, but she was still a woman
and he was a man. He couldn't show weakness even when he knew he was defeated.
When she saw this, Breta began to laugh.

"No?!" she yelled in surprise. "That's my man! A man who can take half my
strength. But let's increase the pressure a bit, shall we?"

Breta increased her pressure on Loram. Loram's arms felt numb. Like no blood
was flowing. And they were also about to pierce his torso. He could hardly
breathe.This was it. His body and mind couldn't take it any longer.

"I yield!!" he screamed with his last breath.

"Yes!" Breta said gladly as she let loose of her scissors. "I win again.

"I have always loved these strength contests. And I love to be challenged by
big strong men like you. Because I love crushing you. Overpowering you.
Proving myself superior in strength and raw power."

Loram dropped flat on his back on the floor. He was coughing and slowly
getting his breath back. When suddenly he felt Breta's strong, powerful arms
slide beneath him. Breta picked up her conquered man and carried him a few
steps. She kept smiling. That same smile that had put grace on her muscular
body the entire time. She stopped a few steps away from her bed. From there,
she looked at Loram, winked and tossed him to the bed. Loram landed and had
barely a second to get his bearings before Breta jumped on top of him. Her
legs trapping his waist, one of her arms trapping both of Loram's arms by the
wrists, and her other arm flexing in victory.

"Now. There is one more muscle in your body I want to test. And it seems like
it is also craving battle as much as you did." she said wickedly. "And I hope
it's as strong as the rest of you. Because you're mine now. And forever. And I
know you won't escape like the other men before you. I can see it in your eyes
and feel it in your cock. That until now you had never met a woman who could
please you they way you desired. And that you will never leave my side.
Because you both fear me and desire me."

"Yes!" said Loram. "I'm yours. Yours to please you and entertain you. Now take
me! Fuck me till you drop dead of exhaustion. I can take it!"

"Ha!" said Breta. "Well put, my strong hunk. But first let's see if you last
the night with me."

Breta slowly began caressing Loram's groin. She could feel his pounding
erection. As she did this, she began kissing Lora's sweaty, muscular body
seductively. She would land some passionate kisses all over his body and then,
take a more savage bite. Loram was still immobilized by Breta's hold. As she
began boiling with excitement, she started rubbing her groin against Loram's.
A taste of things to come.

Then Breta got up and out of the bed, pulling Loram back on his feet with the
hand she was using to keep his arms under control. Now they were both standing
in front of each other, almost naked. They kissed passionately. Loram grabbing
Breta's face. Breta stroking through Loram's hair. They were still sweaty from
their struggle. As they continued kissing, they caressed themselves. Each of
them stroking their lover's muscles. Loram then removed Breta's metal
brassier. Breta then placed her hands on Loram's back and hugged him with
considerable strength, pressing his muscular and hard chest against her
perfectly shaped breasts. As she felt more aroused, her hug on Loram was
becoming stronger and stronger. Loram's face constantly turned from an
expression of pleasure to an expression of pleasurable pain.

Then Breta finally let go of Loram. She kneeled down, kissing his chest, then
his abs until she reached his groin and removed Loram's underwear. This
revealed Loram's big, fully erect, ready to burst, cock. Breta smiled as she
grabbed it with one hand. It was as hard as the rest of Loram's body. And hot,
almost boiling. Breta squeezed it a bit just for the feel of it. Loram
suddenly looked worried.

"Don't worry, my hunk" said Breta seductively. "I know my strength. And I know
yours."

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