Treyna attention went to the frighten citizens looking at her from a safe distance, people she used to bump into when she was a petty rogue.
Before she had been the bottom of the barrel, an outcast and complete loser that everyone would step on, but now in mere minutes she had surged in the power hierarchy, going from poor to the largest and strongest woman in Onyx, becoming the one who stepped on others instead, and that, if she wasn’t mistaking, would make her the queen around here.
She looked down on the rabble from her throne of muscle, beginning to smile at the realization of the situation.
As a test she raised her left foot high into the air, getting higher than the houses in Onyx city, which caused people’s eyes to widen, before slamming it back down with an earthshaking boom, making people back up even further by the power Treyna displayed. Their reaction was evidence enough for Treyna that the city folk were indeed scared of her, and wild possibilities began dancing in her mind.
“THINGS ARE GOING TO CHANGE AROUND HERE!!” bellowed Treyna, stomping around like she owned the place: “FROM NOW ON… I’M THE FIRST GETTING SERVED HERE!! MY NEEDS THE HIGHEST PRIORITY!! ANYONE OF YOU BUGS WHO DISAGREES WILL BE CRUSHED LIKE THE GNATS YOU ARE!!”
She did a threating pose, flexing her muscles in a fighting stance, then pummeled her fists into a nearby house to get the point across, breaking it in half completely.
“BRING ME SOMETHING TO DRINK!!” Taray roared at the crowd.
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Few hours later under Treyna’s rule.
The town square had been cleared to make room for Treyna’s titanic, beefy body, sitting on heaps of pillows from the citizens’ bedrooms, and seeing how squashed and flatten they were beneath Treyna’s massive ass, they were happy it wasn’t a throne of skulls she had demanded from them. The city’s new ruler sat relaxed with her back up against the town hall, spreading and stretching her limbs out to give room as much as possible to her bulging muscles, proudly naked and displayed her glory to the world.
Around her neck was a necklace made of iron chain, holding a crow’s cage where captain Dara was imprisoned inside, Treyna shaking or poking it from time to time to annoy her.
From hastily build wooden platforms, The enslaved people came and poured golden coins and trinkets over her massive body, gotten from the people’s own pockets and the city’s treasury, making Treyna’s feel like a dragon nestled in her hoard, especially with the tiny little crown she had on her head.
As Treyna fished up some golden coins from her navel that had rolled down across her bumpy landscape of bulging abs and glided down into her deep hole of a belly button, a cart rolled into the square, carrying a giant, wooden mug made of ship planks, containing an entire tavern’s supply of booze.
“ABOUT TIME!” Treyna scuffed, grabbing the mug before greedily gulping down the entire content in one go, spilling some of the liquid down her chin and massive tits in the haste. She wiped her mouth with her other hand and threw the mug away: “ANOTHER!”
As the mug got rolled away with difficulty, Treyna had some other urges:
“MY FEET ARE SORE, MASSAGE THEM, SLAVES!”
Quickly people piled up to Treyna’s city wall sized feet, her soles leathery and wrinkly from all her walking and running as a thief, now able to rest as she didn’t have to worry anymore about being chased. They reeked of sweat and foot gunk, having been stuffed in her boots for so very long, finally getting their deserved treatment, as plenty of hands rubbed and stroked them good.
Treyna burped happily, pleased with the sensation she was getting, lightly rubbing her queen-sized womanhood as she flexed her muscles some more, enjoying herself while she waited for another drink, playing with herself and Dara's cage.
This was the reality of Onyx city now; ruled by a criminal who unbelievably had managed to grow larger than humanly possible, gaining the body of a warrior goddess that made her capable in destroying an entire army on her own. Under her thumb they would now toil and sweat, just to satisfy her urges. She could eat entire granaries now, drinking up wells of water, forcing them to cultivate more land and dig deeper for liquid, and that was only her basic requirements...
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