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Conquered Lands (The Shrinkman x Duxt)

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The lands of Alphina were odd amongst the various human kingdoms throughout the world. It was not for the lands themselves, the geography was fairly standard, temperate climate, forested with a lot of rivers spread throughout, making the land prosperous. Nor was it the lands prowess, having little in the way of notable military, no world renowned order of elites, but still a respected military in its own right. No, instead what made the land special was the gender imbalance, while most having close to an even split, here women were the dominant numbers.

Legends tell, that their Goddess, Alphine, settled this land herself and blessed her daughters to spread throughout. True or not, the results were clear for all to see, all the women of the land gave birth to far more females, two out of every three births. As such, women dominated the land, from its government to its military. Men were hardly forbidden, but it was always far easier for powerful women to rise throughout the world. The firstborn woman, being higher than the first son in inheritance. Thus, the Queen was the absolute authority a royal bloodline of women stretching back to the founding of this land.

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Queen Cara, Princess Gabi andLady Evelyn all sat from the private booth, overlooking the arena. The fighting pits were one of the cities main source of entertainment, for upper and lower classes alike. There were two main types of fighter, those who signed up willingly for glory and those who risk death otherwise. Prisoners with no prospect of being released, could always choose to fight, earn some comfort in their life, all the while risking death.

Here they watched a Barbarian, a captured warlord, an enemy of the realm. They'd caught him and his band off guard. Now they watched the man as a cockatrice was forced from its pen, hissing and spreading its clipped wings out as it approached its would be victim. Its very breath, a deadly gas that could render most humans petrified and dead, quite the foe indeed for a warrior who had beaten everything else thrown at him from man to beast.
 
Ulfrid was a big heavy hulk of a man. Towering at 8 foot 3, his people were born with lots of testosterone so they grew incredibly big. His hand was grasped around the handle of pretty heavy looking sword. What was nice about this arena is they allowed criminals to keep and fight with the weapons they were captured with.

His weapon of choice of course was a big old great sword that was about his height and almost as wide. He would stalk out from his holding cell once it opened. "LADIES AND GENTLEMAN!" The Fight Crier shouted out, her voice bellowing out loud across the arena. "We are proud to announce today's Man vs Beast fight is about to begin." The crowd erupted in a roar. The heavy set northman stood there his brown hair braided and hung like dreadlocks, his body a copper tone and hardened with a wall of muscle upon muscle. He hefts that big blade as if it were a toy in one hand.

Then in a swift moment once the bell was rung the sudden he moved the fight was over, the Cockatrices head goes flying and lands with a splat on the ground. The beast hadn't even a few seconds to fight with and the barbarian raised his blade towards the crowd showing the blood of the beast sliding off it like a waterfall.

His gaze lifted to the Queen's personal Pet Knight. "I challenge the queen's knight, to a fight to the death... these beasts prove me no challenge and if she has the skills to end me then she will be the perfect choice of executioner..." He was looking at Lady Evelyn and wagering the Knight Lordess wouldn't turn down a chance to end him after what he and his band did before they had been captured.
 
Lady Evelyn, the Queen's Blade watched with a glare the show, normally not caring for it, but not this time. How long had it been, a month, more? A month that this brute mocked their traditions and their laws, not having the good grace to die when desired. She had been there when his men had raided the border towns, she had been there when her sisters in battle were ambushed and like a good loyal knight, had been there to reverse and ambush and capture the blasted man. However as this was a lawful land, death was not the only option and he had chosen the arena.

Each fight, herself and her Queen had watched, waiting till the Barbarian would fall. They pushed him, as much as the rules allowed and every time he would come out on top. They were simply running out of beasts, ones they could safely capture anyway and they couldn't just throw more criminals at him. Her thoughts however were interrupted as the man made his challenge, directly to her and her Queen.

Queen Cara similar to her knight, had been awaiting this man's death. Although some would call him a simple brute, the Queen knew better, knew there was more to him. He was a dangerous man, while he was free, the realm was far from safe. Alive he was problem enough, a risk even in his gilded cage. So she too was disappointed by another failed beast. Yet, there was a new opportunity, a challenged issued by Ulfrid, clear in public... an intriguing one.

Slowly, she nodded, gripping her seat as she let her voice carry. "Very well, I will allow this challenge. May the Goddess bless this fight and let the worthy win." Turning the Queen looked to Evelyn. "Finish him..."

"Aye m'lady." The Knight's grin was wide as she settled her half helm into place. Stalking down the steps into the arena she dropped out of sight. Soon, from one of the tunnels, the gate opened and the Lady Knight prowled forward, her intent to kill.

Lady Evelyn was a tall woman, 6 foot 5 at least, able to look over most foes. Her frame was a slender one, lithe, wiry muscle running across her whole body. Compared to a normal man, she was an amazon of a woman, to Ulfrid though? Might as well be a skinny whore. She was confident though, her armour the best in the land, heavy steel and ornate with winged patterns. In her hands were two items, a large kite shield, also ornate, but sturdy to take a good many blows. Her other hand carried a sword, long and slender. The length and the hilt showed it to be a sort of Longsword, far shorter than his Greatsword.
 
Ulfrid watched the 'Queen's Loyal Pet Bitch', make her way to the center of the arena. The Cockatrices corpse not even cold yet, and already the fight was allowed to happen with out pause. The Arena crier looked shocked, and made her way to the Queen and whispered to her majesty. "My lady are you certain.... you know he has a pension...for, ya know raping his female prey..." However it was unlikely that once Lady Evelyn was ready to finish him after waiting 3 months to watch him fall after what he'd done to her sisters in arms in the boarder town. She was not likely to back down now.

Ulfrid watched her take her place, and flash around her pretty, but uninteresting toys. It didn't look like Ulfrid was impressed by her at all, his stalwart face still worn in a stony uninterested look. He was clean shaven for a barbarian strong squared facial features and a gaze that was made to intimidate. The mourge for the criminals they threw at him even said that the corpses of the men he'd been the executioner for had a look of abject terror stricken into their dead lips... the ones that still had faces anyways.

"So, the Queen's Loyal Dog is willing to take my challenge...excellent." He stabs his blade into the ground he had no need for it against a woman. The sheer fact he only saw her as a woman, and not a warrior showed how much respect he had for her. The fight bell would ring soon enough and Ulfrid would stand there waiting for her pride to get the better of her, and try and attack him.

He didn't move away from his blade however he didn't make any move to attack her, despite his bulk he was a true predator he toyed with victims when he saw fit to, and she was no more likely to win against him then the arena dogs, which met the same fate as the cockatrice, all 120 arena dogs to be infact...all at once he slew them.
 
Queen Cara regarded the crier briefly before her gaze returned to the arena herself. She didn't need to be reminded of the brutes crimes, she trusted the reports and Evelyn was more aware than most. "I know what that man does. Lady Evelyn is my best fighter trained and with the best armour and weapons we have to offer. If she can't, then I have only a couple desperate actions left, none of which I readily wish to resort to."

Evelyn ignored the comment, called far worse than a dog in her time, nor was she intimidated by the man. She had faced him in battle before and won, all be it with far more support on both sides and the element of surprise. Last time was a battle heavily stacked in Eveyln's favour and it still wasn't easy. Now it was more or less a fair fight, the brilliant knight against a savage.

What got her attention however was the man stabbing his giant sword into the ground. What she thought would be his great advantage, his reach with that oversized hunk of iron, was now gone. Was it a trick, it had to be one surely, he couldn't intend to fight her bare handed. No, he must be baiting her, ready to close a trap in when she drew close, she would not fall for it. However, she would not simply wait for him to find an opening in her defence, she would not be intimidated.

Raising her shield, she took a quick few steps forward, light on her feet. Diving just into her own reach, she stabbed out, shield raised to keep a surprise strike at bay. She then darted back, content to dive him and use her currently superior reach to bleed the man to death. That was the plan anyway, those rarely survived the first engagement.
 
The brute watched her. He stood arms folded waiting for her to make her move. The crowd was alive with cheers for the Knight Captain to gut the giant brute. However, though she may have bested him once, with much more numbers and the element of surprise on him. However they had fought once before and he was still alive, a mistake on her part to be sure cause he had learned her fighting style from that moment.

Thus when she lunged for him he took the initiative to move around behind her lunge and would go behind her sword and shield and then hook his arms around her slender waist. Then the crowd gasped in surprise as their favorite knights world was turned upside down in an instant.

His strong arms about her waist he would rear back and pretty much suplex the knight down hard on the hard dirt of the arena, her upper body forced with his own to crash down over head, then land hard on her upper back with hard impact. The crowd would watch the knight get suplexed like some amateur. "What the hell was that!" A man in the crowd called out as if infuriated by the fact the brute was able to get the upper hand on the Knight Captain.
 
Evelyn was what one might expect from a Knight, skilled, stalwart, unfaltering. However pride was also a common trait and the good captain was no different. She was supremely confident in her abilities and as such blind to her faults. So of course she did not figure out the flaw in her plans until it was far, far too late.

The knight was momentarily stunned by both the man's boldness and his speed. He had grabbed her before she could take a swing at his approach, nor could she effectively struggle. Instead she slammed to the ground, hard, hard enough to knock the wind out of her and send her weapon and shield bouncing free of her grip.

She lay there a moment, confused in the sand as the metal clang of her shield coming to rest rang through the air. It didn't last long and Eveyln was quick to rise to her feet again, the move having stunned her for sure, but wasn't enough to keep her down for more than a few seconds. Quickly she reached for her blade, just a few feet away, spinning round to face him defensively again as she grasped her weapon.
 
The man grabbed up her shield and tossed it to the far side of the arena. Then took a stand before her. Waiting for her to attack him he moved back to stand by his weapon. Giving her time to recover, and grab her sword. He was toying with her.

The defensive pose she took up would be for not, as he stood there waiting for her to attack him. His large hand outstretched he made a wiggle of his finger as if beckoning her, and in humiliating fashion, he whistled to her like she was a dog.

If she moved to try and recover her shield, it would be to late to stop him from taking advantage of her opening, and if she tried to keep up the defensive, the stalemate would go nowhere, and he doubted she could simply let her pride and desire to kill him dwindle out. "Well, bitch...attack, stand there posing all you like, but my head still remains on my neck.... you'd do well to come at me.."
 
Evelyn grit her teeth as she watched the man, clearly toying with her. She knew it, it was obvious, but that knowledge did nothing to sate the anger that was quickly building up. She couldn't play into his hands, nor could she just stand around and wait. Her eyes darted to her shield, considering it momentarily, but was quick to dismiss it. This man already demonstrated that he moved far faster than a man his size should.

Evelyn turned her full attention back to Ulfrid, fully regretting not slitting his throat back when they captured in. Instead it was the right thing to bring him back for trial, sometime she hated the laws. Taking hold of her Longsword tighter, she gripped the pommel with her now free hand, ready to strike once more. She was not going to be treated so but some brute. Taking a few paces to advance, she quickly dashed forward, moving fast and delivering a downward swing, but only a short one. She cut it off mid way to switch her grip, taking a side ward swing in whichever the direction he moved to avoid her initial feint.
 
Suddenly in a flash of a moment his sword was drawn out and he would use his reach to swing it outwards and then slam the flat of the thick heavy blade into her side. The fact she had come at him for a swing with her sword gave her less balance and his blade and arms having more reach then her. Easily won out in the contest of swords.

His blade came into contact with hers after she had been sent flying the blade out of her hand was clipped by the heavy sword and shattered like fine glass. Before the woman was sent hurling into one of the stone walls of the arena. The crowd was in awe, this man was playing with the knight captain like a toy, her prized sword, was merely a trinket in the barbarian's eyes it shattered.

Then he walked towards where he had flung her his slow advance was enough to reach her grabbing her by the face and then sending one large fist into her armored stomach the impact dented in the light mail. Before his fingers closed hard around her face the giant hand squeezing down. If the fight wasn't called he could easily crush her head like a melon. But in that moment before the crier called the victem he slams her down hard onto the ground and then gazes at her. Stomping a foot down onto her back to follow up. "You are a pathetic welp, is this all you can muster...?"
 
Evelyn's eyes widened as the sword was drawn, the sheer impossibility of how fast he performed this feat running through her head. Not only was this man impossibly fast, but impossibly strong, strong like some sort of God. Before she knew it, she'd been sent tumbling head over heels into the arena side, grunting at each impact, the one from the blade and the one when she finally met the wall.

Stunned once more, her vision blurred as she looked on at Ulfrid. She caught sight of him smashing his sword against her own, a contest of enormous strength. In a contest such as that, something had to give and the massive blade won out against her own finely crafted steel. She did not have the wits to really register it right now, not giving a reaction as the man approached. Only when his titanic hand was wrapped around her face did she react and that panic was broken by the cry of pain when his fist met her gut.

Queen Cara sighed and looked to the crier. "Call the fight, I'd rather talk this out with him. Rather than continue to watch her be brutalised." She was cursing inwardly, hoping this situation could still be salvaged.

Before it was called, Evelyn got the chance at one last act of defiance. Panting as she looked up at him, his foot pressed to her chest, she tried to knock him off balance. reaching up, she gripped both hands against his foot and shoved hard, hoping to make him trip and fall. It wasn't much but was all the fight she could manage right now.
 
Ulfrid lifted back his foot there was hardly any strength she had to push him over. So he simply regained his balance and stood there then reached down grabbing her up by the hair then swung her up into the air as soon as her body left the ground she was sent hurtling upwards. Then in that swift sudden moment his fist collides with her stomach upon the travel back down to earth. The shear strength tested her armor to the last. Then sure enough her body armor would buckle and shatter against his fist. Then he would let the warrior flop to the ground.

Then moved to look towards the wall the Queen sat. His gaze upon her and a smirk on his lips. Before he moved back to the knight a moment and dragged her and lifted her up by her hair to gaze up at her queen and the crowd in her inevitable obvious defeat. "Your little dog has been bested queen, and as my right as victor, she will be warming my bed this eve and all the rest of the nights to come."

He called up to the Queen, despite how much the Queen would like to deny him, as a victor she was his prize to do with as he pleased as was the right of the Victors Clause which she herself signed into law over the arena, trapping her own Knight in this brutes bedding chambers.
 
Evelyn was a strong and tough woman, but the human body had its limits. By the time he was done with her, she was beaten, broken and unconscious. Her armour lay scattered across the arena from when he dragged her into full view, blood trickling from her lip. She would live, he hadn't done enough to see to that, but she certainly was no threat.

Queen Cara glared, somewhat disturbed by all this. Ulfrid has shown great knowledge about their laws and customs, at his trial he demanded his death would be by arena, an option that all criminals get but the judge had avoided telling him. Now he showed more knowledge of rights he should be in the dark about. It left her in an impossible position, unable to break her own law in public like this. She was silent for a long moment, trying to think of a way out of this.

"It is your right as the victor to do so..." The Queen spoke through clenched teeth, visibly annoyed that this man had bested her again. "Until such a time as you release her, win another or make her pregnant, she is yours till death takes you." The way she nearly spat the word, he'd know she was hoping for his death soon, possibly might even try and arrange it harder now. "Of course, your obligation to keep her alive and healthy during this time..." The one upside to this right as victor, providing the loser an alternative to death.
 
After being given the okay to keep Lady Evelyn the warrior smirked. Then looked to the Queen's daughter who sat right beside her. Gazing at the sweet innocent young princess. Then he would slam down Evelyn and drag her by her leg back into the holding room for him. The inside of the arena was bustling with Gladiators gearing up to go out and fight their battles. His day of fighting was up seeing as nothing was left to challenge him.

For all his hate as a criminal. He was actually so well liked by the arena staff they gave him private quarters, ones that were fully stocked and furnished you'd never think he was a wretch the Queen wanted dead. "So, my day is done, and yet still I live..." He said tossing the unconscious knight to the straw mat bed.

Then began stripping her down till she was completely naked, stripping the scraps of armor and other metals. Till he was down to the leather underarmor or rather her underwear at this point. His strong hand runs over her body softly, and he grins. "Such, a pity your a fighter, your body could very well please the finest of my warriors."

He said stripping out of that leather loincloth standing naked with his massive spear of flesh jutting upwards as he put himself up against her unconcious form, and slid the head of his cock upon her landing strip of a pussy. "Such a nice fitting end to a day." He grinned as his cock was reared back and shoved into the pussy of the unconcious warrior.
 
Gabi watched in fear as Evelyn was dragged off, her eyes wide as she regarded the warrior. She'd heard stories of brutes such as him and his performances. While her mother had kept the young girl away from the arena to start with, she had insisted on coming this time, wanting to see the beast of a man for herself. Now seeing him take the Knight, her eyes were a mix of fright and awe maybe?

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Evelyn for a warrior had a fairly good body. Besides the bruises he inflicted, she had no real major marks or scars. Her skin was fairly soft and her body muscled and toned. Her breasts were a fair size, not as large as either the Queen's or the Princess', but enough he could get a good grip. She was neatly trimmed just by her pussy, likely trying to keep clean.

Evelyn herself had been unresponsive as he dragged her, even when her face had met the hard cobblestone path of the arena. She had started to stir though, enough where she gave low groans of pain as he stripped her. When she finally did wake however, it was too late, far too late to save herself. The event that woke her stirring body was a sharp shock of sensation bellow her waist. At first she was confused, blinking her blurry eyes open. Then, she felt it, her womanhood, not a virgins, but hardly very used, taken by his cock. She cried out in surprise and horror, starting to weakly squirm away.
 
The barbarian took her pussy. Used it as if he owned it, the thrusting of his hips causing the straw mattress bed to shake and rock hard. His heavy brutal frame rocking her body when she became conscious her body seized up and the tightness was where it should be. "Ah, your awake." He said gripping her by her hair and forcing a kiss out of her so, nonchalantly as his huge hips thrust that club of man meat up inside her.

Stretching her out to an almost painful degree, his cock had been going in her for a good few seconds before she was fully aware of what was happening. If she tried to struggle, he simply pinned her back and continued the deed. Despite this all clearly being rape, her body would almost surely betray her.

After all women rarely had the pleasure of a real cock in this part of the realm, where women were so predominant, that very rarely had any of these women seen a real cock. In truth, the knights virginity could very explain-ably been lost on horse back simply due to how often she traveled by it. Her body being rocked violently without pause since her eyes opened and her bodies control returned to her. His brutal grunts and the sound of his cock smacking wetly deep inside her were all to real.
 
Evelyn was still so shocked by what was happening, she didn't even really think to fight against the kiss. When her wits returned she tried to push away, pressing her arms against his chest, but stopped when pain shot through her scalp, his grip tight on her hair. Her legs began kicking, though all they hit was mattress, too far past him to get a hit on him. "Stop... Stop!" Her tone pleading surprise, much change from how she was less than an hour ago.

Her womanhood was sadly uncaring for her plight, her body quick to betray her. All it knew was the primal pleasure that it sorely lacked the feel of real flesh. A woman, even in Evelyn's position, was hard pressed to find a man, most saved for those in positions of power. A warrior like her would have a better chance when retired, as a lady of some note. Her tunnel, still tight, began warming too him, juices flowing to ease the passage. Whether she wanted it or not, it was still a blessing to the woman, making the ordeal far less painful.
 
Ulfric cared none for her pleas and sobs for mercy. His hips thrust down upon her hard and relentless a hand freed from her hair he lifted her hips up and curls her up. Legs and hips up while her upper body was kept forced down. Each strike of his hips into her pelvis like a hammer. The only security keeping much of the pain of this violation. Was the juices her body secreted each time he thrusted down. No matter how proud or strong she was, she would always be just a woman despite her position. His hard club of meat buried in her repeatedly, no rest nor mercy was given only sharp powerful thrusts.
 
Evelyn's whimpering did not cease, even if it did lessen as the sounds of their bodies took over. The room quickly filled with a wet slapping sound as flesh met flesh, her juices adding to it all. Many of the guards, ones that had been friendly with him as they were assigned to him, were more than happy to listen as the sounds began building, mocking the knight now slave.

Eveyln's arms collapsed to the bed, even as her body continued to give in, her nipples hardening next. Looking away from his face, her hands gripped the fabric beneath her, balling into fists. Her pleas reduced to sobs, she closed her eyes as she tried to deny any pleasure her body was feeling, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.
 
The meeting of their bodies continued. Even as she grew tired. The fight to contain her sounds of pleasure still held. His hips crash down hard into her pelvis her rolled up form becoming dishelved and worked over. "That princess of this kingdom will make a fine concubine I should think....her and her mother failed monarchs with more value at my cock then ruling this land any longer." He'd talk while in the process of ravaging her. Hands reached out cupping her breasts rolling them in his palm. His gaze cruel upon her.
 
At the mention of the princess, all the fight that the knight thought she lost came surging back. Evelyn shot the man a glare, only becoming more heated as he threatened to make the royal family into little more than slaves. The moans of unwanted pleasure that were threatening to surface were bitten back and overwhelmed with what could almost be called a growl from the woman. "You wouldn't dare... Your throat has remained uncut thanks to her grace, be content with the gilded cage." She spat out, about only having the energy for this defiance. Even with her focus on this, he noticed her body began to betray her as he played with her handful's of breasts.
 
"And you live to spout bile by my good graces while your own grace has a law allowing me to keep you till I grow bored... Its almost shocking to think your highness the Queen's own law would allow me to plough her greatest of Knights like a common whore because I was the victor." The man's thrusting and molesting of her body didn't seice for second. Her juices flowing allowing that club of man meat to slam into her deeper.
 
"Technica...AH!" Her focus broke as the brute began slamming deeper and harder. Her body betrayed her and the first audible sounds of pleasure broke. She tried to bite it all down of course, suppress it, but none of it work, none of her training worked at all. Here she was a novice a rookie who could do nothing but be overwhelmed by human nature, her body gripping the brute tightly, eager for more despite herself.
 
The brute smirked. He folded her up lifted her off the bed. Then began thrusting up inside her. Her legs over his shoulders, her wrists grasped tight. The power of each thrust sending her body upwards. The head of his cock bopping her g-spot with such force. The woman was gushing, her fighting not to submit only drew more pleasure from the barbarian. "Your resistance, makes this all the more enjoyable...." He laughed grunting and thrusting into her. "I feel the throbbing don't you? Its almost here." He laughed as he fucked her like a common prostitute.
 
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