Druktur, The Groom of the Amazon
By: Nadiablack - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest



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Drusilla was holding me tightly, as she usually did. Her hands were enormous
in both size and strength, her large body had required a new bed to be
inserted into my room, her long hair almost serving as another sheet under her
body, it was nearly to her waist at this point in time, although her maids
were telling me she may shave it again soon.

I had to struggle a bit just to breathe, feeling her enormous arms around me,
the way that they almost squeezed the life from me every second, she was like
a blonde force of nature and I remembered once again that I was married to
her. I grunted as I struggled some more in her arms, but it was useless. I was
among the foremost warriors of my kingdom, a duke of a massive land, an
athlete of supreme prowess. But even in her sleep, this supremely muscular
amazon was able to hold me in place, barely even bothered when I tried to
break free.

She shifts again, sweetly muttering something as she brought my face closer to
her colossal breasts. Even after several hours of sleep she had a sweet smell
and sound to her voice, seeming almost like an innocent maiden. If I had not
known she was twice my age or been so close to her enormous body, I may have
believed that. I had to look at her body to confirm, finding that her
shoulders were as defined as anything, her biceps looked incredible even when
she wasn't flexing, and her long neck corded with lithe muscles.

"Huh" she said, looking generally down at me, her eyes flickering open over
her perfect freckled cheeks "Oh, hello there, my love," she said, her smile
increasing "are we having another grumpy morning? You seem to want to break
out"

Well I did, of course, but there was no reason for her to be so...patronizing
with me when she addressed me. She loved lording her strength over me, showing
off her superiority, making me feel like I was somehow less than she was. "The
position we got in was a bit uncomfortable" which wasn't entirely true, she
had her arms around me, but was only gripping tight enough to keep me in
place. I was always surprised by how she could just hold onto me all night
long with my entire weight on the inside of her elbow without her limb ever
going to sleep.

"Oh sorry, my sweet little one" she said as she moved her face in
uncomfortably close, rubbing her nose right against mine, giggling some more,
and then suddenly letting me loose. I breathed in a bit, but suddenly her
hands went tight to my behind. She grabbed each glute with enough force that I
could tell she enjoyed it, then pulled me up, resting me on her upper body and
hugging me quite hard, but this time across my thighs and bottom rather than
my midsection.

"You have such a nice body, lover" she whispered in my ear, taking a nibble on
it as her strong hands kneaded my ass again, I groaned in pain and she
delivered a light smack, making me shout in a surprised pain, and making her
press me harder against her. The abdominals on this woman were insane, I could
feel every protrusion of her body as she kept me pressed in, going against her
body with so much force I thought I was going to explode.

"Well aren't we excited this morning?" she asked as she started rolling her
abs, stimulating me between her and my own body, making her giggle again, and
kissing me on the ear.

"It's just...morning," I said, slapping against her just a bit. I hate how
easily she could always manhandle me, like I was nothing and she was
everything, but she could do that kind of thing consistently enough that I had
no option but to let her have her way. I mean, there were also some political
ties that kept me from in any way resisting her, at least in a meaningful way.

"Oh of course, dearest" she said, flipping me onto my back and pressing her
entire colossal weight against my body, her arm going behind my neck and
gripping it tightly, her thumb against the joint of my jaw as she pressed in
even harder, her body weighing me down so hard that I was having just a bit of
trouble breathing.

"Hey, Drusilla...could we not?" I tried to suggest, trying my best to keep her
wilder lusts at bay this morning. Yes, I had an erection, as I did most
mornings, but that was no reason for the woman to take advantage of my body
the way she always seemed to wish to, pressing against me and using my body as
her personal plaything.

"But dearest, we are man and wife" she reminded me "and I think it's very
natural that we should lust after each other. We did the tests" she was so
interested in her nation's mystic matchmaking it could drive me mad, probably
would before all was said and done "and it turns out that I am your soul-mate.
Which makes me think you like me more than you let on" she said starting to
rub her abs more aggressively against my dick, her large breasts floating
across my chest as she did her little erotic dance.

"If it really is just a morning erection, surely you won't get too excited and
um early, will you?" she said, kissing my face some more, holding my neck even
harder, her other hand going to my shoulder and holding it tightly "Surely you
won't just explode all over me simply because I played with you a bit."

"NNNNNo" I said, already dripping pre-cum all over her "Please...no, not like
this" I was almost whining, not wanting the humiliation of having her do
whatever she wanted with my body like that, but also realizing that I had
essentially no power to stop her no matter what I did.

"Well, since you asked nicely" she started, kissing at my shoulders and upper
chest a few times "Maybe we could just...have sex? I know that the unnatural
position with the man on top is very uncomfortable to you, but if your pride
demands it...I could go for it again" her curtains of hair shook as she
shrugged her mammoth shoulders.

I looked to the side, feeling her warm breath all over me and my own body
begins to betray me, demanding that I make love to her. I didn't really want
to very much at that moment, but looked up anyway, seeing her big green eyes
beaming down at me, a huge smile on her face. "You have very handsome eyes"
she cooed at me, moving in closely and breathing her hot breath on my neck
weighing down on me again. She weighed about 650 pounds, which I can carry,
but doing so can be difficult when all of it is bearing down on you at the
same time.

"Please, not this morning?" I asked, even though everything on my body was
making literally the exact opposite demand, perhaps most noticeably my
genitalia pressing against her torso. "You know how it is for me"

"It's amazing" she said as her hands finally clamped down on my wrists, her
monstrous arms finally flexing in plain sight. She always did flex them for
me, and I must admit that she had some decent mass. She saw me look, too, and
giggled afterwards, flexing her pecs so as to make her breasts jiggle, slowly
moving down on top of me, letting her heavy white tits mesmerize me just a bit
"My sweet boy deserves pleasure this morning" she explained, lifting herself
up with her thighs and slowly placing herself on top of me.

"NNNNNo!" I shouted, trying to break from her grip, only to find that she
could easily keep me down, and her face dropped to my level to deliver a few
tactical kisses across my face. For all her great power, she was a very
affectionate woman. Every time she covered me like that was like it was
nothing more than a feather against my face.

She impaled herself with a mighty "ugggh" and sort of soaked upon my genitalia
for a few seconds, slowly releasing a moan as she started rocking her colossal
body on top of me, her hands exploring around my body. She groped muscles,
hair, anything she could get her hands on as she repeatedly slammed herself on
top of me, every muscle in her body working in unison so that we could share
in pleasure.

"Wait" I started, the intense feelings made it hard for me to talk. I wanted
to say no, and I think she knew that, but she didn't even slow down. The woman
wrapped her arms around me and leaned in closely, her face against mine, cheek
to cheek. We were both very hot, but her body was totally unlike anything else
I had ever felt.

Her skin was strangely soft given her great hardness, her muscles were like
colossal orbs of living steel that wrapped around me, invincibly flexing and
making me squirm and cuddle just the ways he wanted to. Her body could
stimulate me, move me, push me, or force me any way she wanted with the
slightest twitch, and she knew it.

"I know you want to deny yourself" she whispered in my ear "But I know better"
she said, pounding her hips down so hard that I'm sure the entire duchy heard
the bed shake "I know that you love me more than anything. I know that you are
my sweet, sweet boy, and a wonderful husband, even if your pride makes you
deny it" she said as she subtly nibbled on the outside of my ear, making me
convulse.

She pulled me in even tighter than, her arms feeling like they could crush me
at any time, her thighs feeling like they could powder my hips any second "I
can feel your excitement, lover" she explained to me, "I'm excited too," she
said as she started kissing across the side of my head, suddenly using her
upper body to squeeze me even harder, painfully hard. I was moving as fast as
she wanted me too, my muscles in agony but unable to even budge her body as
she collided her genitalia against mine, forcing our lovemaking in a manner
fairly typical of her ways "You are almost there" she announced, speeding her
tempo just a bit and moaning in pleasure, taking me beyond the edge.

I came inside of her, she came around me, and both of us moaned out loudly. I
felt a strong anger toward her for using my body like that, like she usually
does, but said nothing and she just rolled over and placed me on top of her,
my head between her massive breasts as she placed her arms over my chest and
wrapped her thighs around my midsection, basking in the afterglow and giving
me a few quick squeezes, even going so far as to compress my head in the
cleavage of her bosom.

"Mmmmm, that was amazing, honey. Maybe next time you could be on top. Or maybe
you could resist harder, that may be fun" her thighs started to press on my
midsection as her breasts started to crush down upon my head, feeling like a
vice grip as her limbs were working to cuddle me well beyond my ability to
breath, my clawing hands doing nothing to slow her down.

"You are a very pleasant lay. But I believe my handsome husband could go with
a bit more sleep" she squeezed even harder on my torso, knocking me out on the
spot, leaving me to dream in her arms as my exhausted body slowly prodded
toward consciousness. I relieved a few memories while I was out on top of her.

I remembered our first meeting for the marriage, how amazed I was that this
fifty-year-old woman hardly looked a day older than me, the way she flaunts
her body and expressed such attraction toward mine. I had known other women
before her, but none were so obsessed with my appearance, nor had such
compliments for my personality as what the Amazonian woman had come up with.
She pinched my bottom, kneaded my chest, offered to kiss me wherever I thought
her lips would go, forced me to kiss her where she thought my lips would go,
and completely dominated me for the entire day. And every day since then, for
around a month. My time in her Duchy taught me quite a bit about her culture,
most notably how intractable it can be.

The circumstances of our marriage were not entirely dignified for my kingdom.
The war between my people and hers was one of contentious beginning, although
I think we have a more satisfying reasoning for why it was their fault.
Suffice to say that our own troops were overwhelmed by our Amazonian
opponents, routed at most battles and at an immense disadvantage in
hand-to-hand combat.

The peace treaty was not especially conciliatory toward my kingdom, and in the
great tradition of our people it was assumed that there would be a marriage
between princes and princesses to seal the deal. That didn't happen, allegedly
because the high priestess deemed that none of our royal families met the
signs of a great marriage, although gossip said it was because the great
empress's sons all found the princesses of my kingdom disgustingly weak and
passive. I can't say I see the problem, necessarily.

I was ashamed to take my spot as a marriage to an Amazon, and told myself
repeatedly to see it as more of a hostage situation than any kind of family
building. I was a famous warrior in my land, the winner of a hundred great
battles and achiever of a thousand mighty deeds. I had killed everything from
manticores to dragons with everything from my own hands to full armies of my
fellow dukes. But there I was to be used as nothing but a bargaining chip
between two powers.

I know that my betrothed was a general, and a noblewoman. Everybody had heard
of the tactical genius of Drusilla, and many more had tales of her own
physical prowess. I had overestimated the toll that age took upon their
bodies, however, and ignorantly assumed they even if she were to have done all
the deeds I had heard of then she would be an elderly, weak woman by the time
I would have met her. I was wrong on many levels.

I had to go through a lot before I met her. I refused to wear a loincloth, as
the royal dressers who handled my body before the first ceremonies had
demanded, but eventually they settled on some outrageously tight chain-mail
for my shirt and some greaves for my legs, giving me a look I found somewhat
ridiculous, but after they gave me a cape, I felt like it looked at least
mildly formidable.

"You truly are among the most beautiful men who I have ever seen," she said as
she began to stroke my hair. I looked up at her, she was wearing a blue dress,
one that exposed her arms as well as a decent bit of her cleavage. She looked
pretty good in it if I'm being honest, but she also looked like a complete
monster of a woman.

I let her keep stroking as she eyed me up and down, and I eye-balled her. She
looked like she was a woman of my age, maybe a bit younger, her face had no
signs of wrinkling at all. Her breasts were perky, too, each one about the
size of my head. Her exposed arms were flexing so much that I had to watch the
enormous muscles dance beneath her skin. She had a bit of vascularity, I would
have to guess that it was more pronounced when she was really straining
herself.

I looked up at her face, realizing she was towering completely over me. I
stand at least a head above most knights in my kingdom, but my own scalp was
barely on the level of her clavicle. I looked down, trying to assure myself
that she was merely wearing some elaborate torture device of a show that kept
her artificially higher than she should have been, but found no such luck. She
was simply that enormous of a person, her hulking body outdoing even the other
amazons that I had seen during the war.

"You seem distracted by something, my beloved" she said gently, sultrily,
seductively. She could be so many different things at once it was enough to
drive me wild, but I was at least able to shake my head free, looking at her
and opening my mouth wordlessly.

"You are a very beautiful man. I think I will make a good wife for you. I am
not a brute like many of the others are, and I am not enormously threatened by
your own prowess" she moved her arms while she spoke, using her hands to
represent the emotions of the situation, her arm muscles exploding each time.
She took a step toward me. "I like your straight black hair, it feels very
nice, and I think it would match a panoply of outfits we could select
together" she suggested to me.

I looked down, watching as her humongous thighs exposed themselves from under
her dress. When she walked toward me, I could see just how huge they really
were, they could probably beat my torso in pure thickness, not even mentioning
the insane definition on them. I bit my bottom lip, however, not wishing to
gravely offend her or something that would be highly inappropriate.

"Are you doing alright, my dear?" she said, looking down at me. I realized
that it was my time to speak, and from my mouth came the first compliment that
I could contrive.

"You have...nice arms" I said, looking up at my wife in her wedding dress. She
immediately flexed for me, showing off how truly massive those limbs were.
They weren't grossly disproportionate or anything, but were far thicker than
even my thighs, looking so great that she would rend a tree from the earth
without breaking a sweat, or stop a team of draft horses simply by flexing a
bicep. She showed them off a bit more before grabbing at mine through my
chain-mail.

"Mmmmm, seems like we have a solid base down there" she said before picking me
up, her hand vulgarly feeling up my bottom as she brought me in closely "the
legends do not exaggerate. You are a very hard bodied man. I think that will
be useful when we make love" she pulled me in even tighter, familiarizing me
with the alluring, confusing, and unforgiving flesh that would consume me so
many more times.

The chain-mail rattled and everybody turned their heads to look at us, many
seeing it as romantic, at least they would seem to judging by the noises they
made in reaction, and all were waiting for her to bring me in and start the
ceremony. 'Are you ready to be wed?" she whispered in my ear, but it was
rhetorical.

The ceremony itself was nice enough, I suppose. A high priestess who was
closer to my height, but still a few inches taller, was there to officiate
everything. I barely had to do anything besides say a few "I do's" and accept
a rather aggressive kiss when the ceremony was over. After that there was
eating and drinking, although the people's strange customs left me less than
merry with the entire event.

We danced, and as I was taught, I tore her dress from her body at a particular
note. She smiled, letting me tear at it more and more until she was stripped
to her undergarments, and then she let me tear off her sort of brassiere as
well. She pulled me close 'What a strong boy" she whispered before pushing me
off.

I remember thinking that I shouldn't have worn chain-mail, there was no way
she could tear it off of me. I tried to raise that concern to her, but she
just blinked at me, a big smile on her face as she reached out her powerful
hands and wrapped them right around my garment, grunting only slightly as she
started flexing, her pecs bounding a bit as her arms remained entirely still,
her face giving a look of intense concentration.

The steel that would defend against sword or spear was nothing to her own
strength of arm. I had seen chain-mail torn in battle, certainly, but to her
it was as if she were tearing apart a mere spider's web, so great was her
strength that the tall, curvy, and muscular redhead in front of me tore
through my armor as if it provided no resistance at all. It would occur to me
later that I was likely dressed in such purely to allow her to show off her
strength in such a public fashion during the wedding ceremony.

Ringlets flew everywhere, and in an instant, I was standing before her in
nothing but my gambeson, but where the chain-mail provided little protection
from her prying fingers, the leather stuffed with fur provided none, and soon
enough her colossal strength had me shirtless before her. She pulled my body
into hers, feeling my heat and craning her head down to shove her nose into my
scalp "Oh yes, you are mine" she said to herself as much as the crowd, causing
an applause so uproarious I expected myself to go deaf simply by being present
for it.

We cuddled like that for a while, and in my concern, I soon tried for the
first time to snap away from her arms. She was beyond the strength of any bear
that had ever handled me, tucking my body into hers with such a colossal force
that nothing I did had any effect whatever on her personal posture or her
position of arms, she merely tucked me in deeper, eventually whispering "Do
you want to be free, my dear?"

I was quite stuck in her arms as everyone else looked upon us, cheering or
clapping as I struggled vainly in her arms, seeing no end in sight. I sighed
as I dug myself further into her, feeling her enviable might. "May I please?"
I muttered, whining softly as she let me free, but not before making sure to
kiss me on the forehead "We will have such fun tonight," she said to me,
before walking away.

She wrestled with a bull the size of a hippopotamus when we had finished our
ceremony of stripping and hugging, while she certainly sued some degree of
technique, I was amazed by how she could use her brute strength against the
creature. Her muscular body, clothed in nothing but a loin cloth, looking
defined and massive beyond anything in my experience. Her bright skin
excellently showed off her muscles. They were cut far deeper than any statue I
had seen, and apparently were not for show at all.

She threw the beast around with complete ease. She would grab its horns and
throw it into the ground, she would wrap her legs around its midsection and
make to shout in pain and surprise, and she would end the match by grabbing it
under the neck and midsection, then making her entire upper body explode in
enormity, lifting it from the ground and over her head, then throwing it on
the floor. The exhausted bull was then dragged off by other amazons, rejoined
with its cow and a new sense of weakness, while the amazon herself approached
me, her loincloth soaked in sweat and perhaps a few other fluids as she licked
her lips and suddenly mounted herself on my chest, her thighs wrapping right
around me as she flexed her arms "You really like how they look, huh?"

"Yes" I said from down there, although I think she could tell I was staring at
her breasts more than her limbs. She may not have cared all that much, the
woman could be, at times, most difficult to properly read. But it was apparent
that she was willing to grab me by the shoulders and pick herself up, slowly
going back until she felt herself over me.

"I think it's time" She said, slowly lowering herself over my crotch, grinding
into my erection, she grabbed my biceps "Your arms are quite nice too" she
pointed out, smiling as she made genital contact through our clothing.

I made some vaguely affirmative sound as she started to dip herself onto me
even more deeply, the cold hard ground behind my back trapping me as her soft
breasts started to squish against my chest, possessing much less give than a
pair of tits should have. Her mother came next, going all over my neck,
covering it with kisses and hickeys as her breath heated me up.

Her thighs wrapped around my own, trapping moles in a prison of warm flesh
that I couldn't budge the smallest bit. So powerful that I realized she could
have snapped me in half with them, had she the desire. But instead she merely
kept them in place, holding me to be her little love slave. The thighs
themselves did feel rather ilk, somewhat alluring, very nice on my own legs.
Her bare skin was always something else.

She kissed my ear, licked my face, and made sure to do everything she could to
bring me an immense pleasure as she repeatedly went down further and further,
suddenly wrapping her arms around my chest and tearing off my loincloth. "Not
in front of everybody" I muttered into her ear.

"Ohh, but they must witness our fantastic love" she whispered back, squeezing
me even harder with her thighs before she removed her own loincloth, forcing
me into a sexual intercourse to which I had never consented.

I could feel myself stimulated, timelessly, the memory becoming more and more
real as my erection was pulled and tugged, handled with the utmost skill and
turned around repeatedly "Do you like that?" a voice came from the wrong
direction, and suddenly I was awake again, held firm in my wife's arms as she
played with my cock, almost absent minded in her handling of me "Are we waking
up now, dearest?"

"Drusilla" I moaned at her, she merely pulled me in even more tightly,
smirking at me, kissing me on my face and squeezing me so tightly that I
thought I would explode again.

"I knocked you out, honey. But you slept quite soundly after I put you to bed"
she kissed my forehead again, then threw me off of her, onto the far side of
the enormous bed, and stretched her limbs out "Unfortunately, I have things to
do today, and I can't spend the whole time watching over you" she said before
pinching me on the cheek, smiling at me "Find something to have fun with, my
little man? Perhaps I will see you around midday?"

I just sort of nodded at her, having nothing much else to say as I slowly got
up from the bed and tried to regain my bearings, quickly walking to the
closet, finding some clothes, and adorning them while my wife simply giggled
at me, before I knew it she was pinching my bottom "I need to get you a new
wardrobe" she said to me, reaching forward and grabbing me by the crotch "You
look so ... well, dated in that outfit" she said before she pushed me into the
wall. Once again, her strength stunned me, and I had to dust myself off for a
few minutes after taking that terrific blow.

Once I was free of her, I went to the courtyard, adorned my armor, and engaged
in some swordplay with my small entourage from my homeland. The men were all
skilled, and perhaps more importantly all sympathetic and understanding of my
plight, how strange and frustrating the nation was. We may have talked as much
as we fought, but we did a lot of each and found ourselves rather
self-satisfied after a few minutes.

Suddenly, she showed up. Drusilla was wearing a white toga, her left nipple
not quite exposed by the diagonal cloth, although her huge traps were perhaps
more vulgar as she flexed them in the wind. Her colossal arms were on full
display, golden bracelets covering a few inches of forearm and a golden clasp
on her head, keeping her red hair in a single stream going down her back. She
approached the pin with a surprising speed for her size, and I sheathed my
sword, approaching her as she came toward me, unrelenting.

"Are things going alright today" I asked, making no effort to remove my armor,
but she surprised me thoroughly by ignoring my request and merely barrelling
toward me at a tremendous speed, going through the grass as if it were nothing
at all before suddenly grabbing me around my body and shoving her bare
shoulder into me. "Did my favorite little boy get all sweaty when he was
playing with his friends?" she asked as she wrapped her mighty arms around my
body.

She was picking me up, squeezing my body so hard that my armor was creaking.
Was she actually going to deform it simply by hugging me? I knew she was
strong, but this armor has held up against horses trampling on it and blows
form hundred-pound ogre hammers "Ahh, has my baby boy gotten all sweaty
playing with his friends" she said in that terribly patronizing force, opening
up my helmet and sniffing at the top of my scalp "Your sweat smells so nice"
she said as she started unstrapping my helmet. I tried to resist but my arms
were pinned to my side with just one of her limbs hugging me, my breastplate
already dented inward.

"Stop" I mumbled, trying not to make a scene in front of my friend, who was
currently giggling at me. "Just ... " she tore my helmet from my face,
smashing her nose into my messy wet hair and sniffing deeply, giggling loudly
afterwards.

"Wow! You really do smell good. I can get into this" she said before kissing
my left cheek with a loud "Mwah!" and suddenly doing the same to my right. I
was let down slowly, and she grabbed me by my codpiece, feeling the cold
metal, she murmured "That's no fun" and tore it from the rest of the armor,
the rivets keeping it in place, doing nothing to stop her hand from achieving
the goal she had in her heart.

I still had some clothing under it, but I was naturally surprised and offended
as I took a few steps back in my dented and torn armor "That was a valuable
suit" I said as I placed my hand on the handle of my sword "I think you need
to apologize for vandalizing it!"

She looked at me, and then looked back at a few Amazonian friends, turning
toward my body and smiling from ear to ear, her freckled cheeks looking
positively smug as she lowered her towering body so that her face was on the
same level as mine, her arms clasped behind her back "I'm sorry I was so
strong that I tore apart your armor with my bare hands. I'm sure you needed
such a useless suit for some set you're not just finding a reason to be mad at
me"

Her friends cheered, and I just sort of stood there in stunned silence.
Surely, she knew how badly she was offending me, why was she being so
transgressive with no apparent goal? My own anger overtook me, and I drew my
sword, wilding it at her "You shouldn't offend a man with a blade so severely,
nor should you bully within your own family"

She chuckled "Oh, I have nothing to fear from you," she said, cracking her
neck and then snapping her fingers, causing one of her friends to toss a sword
at her, one which she easily caught "You have neither the strength nor the
speed to face me. You are, after all, a mere man" she said as she licked her
lips "And the battlefield has demonstrated your lot cannot stand up against
mine. So, drop the subject, dearest husband, before I teach you a lesson that
you will regret ever having learned in such a painful manner"

Her sword was quite different than the ancestral blade in my hand. While mine
was heavy, her weighed nearly thirty pounds. Which is not an unimaginable
weight, by any means, but when you saw the ease with which she would fling it
at the end of her arm, sometimes so swiftly that I could hardly even see the
movements, you would understand the colossal strength that it took to use such
a blade.

I was angered, however, so I merely stood my ground against her "Maybe you
would need to learn a few lessons in swordplay from me. You seem to understand
that it needs to be held, but you are untested in battle, cocky beyond
usefulness, and generally just a bimbo with a blade" the words were coming
quickly and thoughtlessly, but it felt so good to say them.

She didn't respond, just came toward me and threw a few practice swings in my
general direction. She smiled at me, I smiled at her. Suddenly I had no idea
if we were fighting or playing, and I didn't think anybody else did either. I
swung at her legs and she blocked effortlessly, stepping forward and going on
the offensive.

Her sword was coming in with such tremendous force that I could hardly believe
it was from a human. Worse, she was barely putting her body into it at all,
her colossal shoulder and arm were providing nearly all of the thrust behind
the great blade and I was having to put in an unimaginable effort simply to
keep up with her colossal strength. But an effort I put up, and slowly but
surely it started to look like things may have been going the other way, but
she backed up and held her sword with two hands "How much do you trust that
blade of yours?"

"With my life"

"Shame. But I suppose men have a tendency to put too much trust in worthless
rods. I shall have to free you from your illusions" she said as she brought
her sword up with both hands, giving me plenty of time to prepare myself,
backing up from her and looking at her green, determined eyes while I defended
myself with my very life.

She brought her sword down upon mine with such a tremendous force that I had
to block the blow overhead, placing one hand on the handle and the other on
the end of the blade so as to give myself maximum stability when trying to
block. I admit that, perhaps, it could have been easier to deflect or dodge.
And that, on some level, I may have simply wanted to test myself against the
mettle of my lady.

There was the slightest clink as her sword travelled through mine like a hot
knife through butter, travelling through the sword itself almost like there
was nothing at all to defend against her onslaught, cutting so easily that I
had to look up to confirm that any sort of thing had truly taken place.

Her stroke fell roof of my shoulder, the wind from the blade hit me with a
noticeable force, but I remained uncut, holding each half of my now bisected
blade as she just placed her sword against the ground and leaned smugly
forward, kissing at me.

"Yu...you" I said, anger clouding my ability to speak. It was one of very few
possessions that I have taken with me, and she had just destroyed it. Worse
yet, she had shown a disregard for my life with that devastating swipe. I
looked up at her, my face, I am sure, showing a tremendous anger as I took a
step toward her "I wasn't...You didn't have to do that!"

She looked at me for a few seconds, apparently upset at having upset me so,
her face turned from snug to understanding, her attitude shifted as she
approached me with an air of quality "I could have it reformed!" she
suggested, making an intimate contact of vision. I must admit that her large,
green, expressive eyes did at times begin to sway me in whatever direction she
wished my emotions to go. She was something of a bewitching force.

I looked down at my feet, then up at her, my face clearly showing a sort of
confused confidence as I considered all of the various ways such an issue
could be tackled. I was angry, that was at least obvious.

"You show a lot of disrespect for me," I said, turning around and walking away
from her. I took a walk around the castle, trying to avoid contact with her.

She did nothing to follow me, so I merely went into a chamber of books and
began to read, engrossing myself with some of their strange myths and
histories as I brooded about my wife's inability to respect me or anything
about me. Surely, she knew all of the way she had offended me. Surely, she
knew the sort of pain she caused me when she disrespected me so. I just
brooded, saying to myself that I would do this or that or the other on some
future date, while having no plans whatsoever to leave her. Or face her. How
could one even hope to fight such an enemy?

It was late in the evening, perhaps early in the night, when I heard her
returning toward me. She was wearing heels, I knew that she would be so tall
compared to me that I would seem almost as a child against her, but I walked
forward anyway, meeting her in the halfway. She had a goblet of wine in her
hand.

"You should be more respectful of me in public," she said, bringing the ornate
glass to her lips and taking another sip "I was merely playing the game that
you started" she looked over my body, seeing that I had discarded my armor,
her face became even brighter as she took a step forward. She was in a purple
dress, one with a very short skirt that showed off her colossal legs, limbs
that only looked all the more ferocious as she strode in her high heels that
forced her muscles to flex in certain patterns. There were bands of silk
around her thighs, they threatened to burst free from her with every single
step she took. "I want an apology from you. And more"

I was dumbfounded by how she had approached me. Surely, she knew that she had
done much to offend me, that I was raped on nearly a daily basis and she just
pretended she was doing me a favor by such an act. My teeth set and I began to
see red as I walked up to her, pointing a hand at her chest as if it were a
dagger, noticing how the purple dress had a cut in the bottom of her cleavage,
showing her breasts for people of my height "You are incorrect, my dear. You
have acted in a manner disrespectful of me on a consistent basis. Ever since
we have wed, you did nothing but attempt to undermine me as a human being. I
have nothing to apologize for, and I expect you to understand that soon"

She placed her goblet of wine on a ledge, flexing her entire body and shaking
her hair free, the red curls going everywhere as she stepped toward me again,
lifting me from the ground and smiling "You know, I enjoy punishing males more
than you could ever understand. This is a difficult curse, because my station
demands I demonstrate mercy on a regular basis. But you...you have offered me
an opportunity that I can so rarely encounter, one that I plan on taking full
advantage of, little one"

I grasped at her forearm with both hands, the iron muscles beneath her
wondrous skin gave not a smallest mote as she pulled me in, cutting off my
breath, and folded me in half with my boots against my forehead. Suddenly the
hand was off of my neck and I was tucked underneath her arm, my face and feet
pointing behind her as my backside pointed with her front.

There it was. "I was so excited when I first saw you from behind," she said as
her hand went all over my ass "You were such a little tease, but I could tell
you had it back there. So firm, so round, so jiggly. Not as good as my own
rear, of course, but still something that I could play with" she suddenly
gasped at it with a powerful force, causing me to whine out as she let go,
giggling as she patted it "Such a little toy of a man, unable to take the
punishment his wife dished out. But take it you shall I am afraid" she said,
and with that she tore the garments from my body.

"I can feel you squirming down there. Fight with everything you have, you know
my own arm can overpower your entire body. Do you feel how hard it gets when I
squeeze you? How my bicep is like a hundred of your backs, how it could smash
you into paste if I so desired? But I would rather have a husband in need of
punishment than none at all, even when I have had a few too many cases of
wine" she said before she tore the clothing from my body, leaving me naked in
her exposed arm as she handled my bottom with her other hand.

"This is a very effective way to discipline boys, but don't think it shall be
the end of your punishment, little one" she said as she wound her hand far
back and suddenly slapped right into my ass, making me howl in pain she made
contact, jiggling me so badly that I tried once again, fruitlessly, to escape
from her body. She merely laughed, bringing her hand down a second time, once
more making me shout in my unimaginable pain, caring not for how much pain I
had clearly been in.

"Feel the utter stings when my hand comes down, my pet. Know that there is
nothing you can do to stop it" she evilly commanded, repeatedly striking me
with such force that I had no option but to scream out in pain again and again
and again and again. She held me tightly under her arm far longer than I would
have wished making sure to abuse me as much as possible as she evilly
controlled me.

My ass was soon nearly completely sore, tears were streaming down my face in a
totally undignified manner, but all I could do was whimper there in her mighty
grip as she decided to punish me, waiting for her to decide that I was
finished, something she would obviously not be deciding in favor of for quite
some time. I am sure that many others in the castle could hear how I was
screaming as she did so, and they would probably have, largely, found it
entertaining to know the haughty foreign lord was being smacked and crying out
in pain.

She suddenly stopped, fondling my red rear "Such a sexy little behind you
have. It jiggled so beautifully when I slapped it. Perhaps I need to slap it
more often, lover. You know I only do this because I love you, do you not?
That you will never be happy when so openly disrespectful toward your master.
I am making you a better person with this" she slapped again, and although I
thought I was numbed, the sting still made me audibly yelp at her strike.

"You enjoy that?" she asked, but before I could answer she struck again "Oh,
you foolish man. You have no idea how good you have it" she squeezed me in her
arms, my knees pressed against my shoulders, a scream escaped me as the air
left my body, but I could get no coherent message past my lips "You think that
you can escape, my love" she said, disappointed, before striking my rear once
again.

I could barely manage a whimper after that, but my relative silence did not
stop her from striking three more times, each one progressively more painful
on my pitiful backside, before she finally pulled away and inspected my
behind, poking at it slightly "Perhaps that was enough pain for the time
being," she mused before she pulled me away, holding me by my underarms and
inspecting my distressed face "Oh yes" she started, licking her lips "I think
you learned your lesson. Haven't you?"

All I could do was cry, but she took that as she wanted to, fondling my body
just a bit as she considered what to do to me, but before too long I could see
the spark of an idea in her head, as she turned me upside-down, then made my
hang with my face toward the ground, before placing me between her thighs. I
could feel them tighten more and more, until she started taking her hands away
and left me to hang from her legs, the pressure on my thighs keeping me
suspended as I dumbly looked at the ground, no plan or plot in mind beside a
pitiful attempt at staying alive. "N-no" I barely muttered before I felt a
light slap against my cheek.

"I may have been wrong, my husband," she said as her hands started going
through my hair again "I think my handsome lover may need more pain before he
learns not to disrespect me" and she tightened her legs a bit more. They were
like trees falling toward one another, with my body in-between. But that
wasn't quite right, they were hard as trees or pillars of stone, certainly,
but possessed a certain alluring warmness, a command that brought my body into
them, call for me to obediently trap myself between their bumpy warm faces.

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