The God Emperor Ch. 03

"Thank the Holy Emperor!" Valanepa exclaimed, rushing forward. She touched Ochi's translucent cheek with a finger. "She is still visible and tangible. Her soul may yet be saved!"

"We shall see to it," I said.

Queen Ypsili took a deep breath as I stepped past her daughter. "You may have defeated my forces, Tyrant," she proclaimed in a lofty, regal voice. "But you will never break my-"

I turned around, facing back down the hill. "Just a moment."

The proud Queen of Wundaria sputtered angrily. "Why you-"

"Silence." I put my Masculine Authority into my voice as I spoke the command. Ypsili's voice cut off instantly as her vocal cords acted in obedience to me, strangling her words before she could speak. Her eyes bulged in shock as she repeatedly tried to vocalize and failed.

Raising my voice I called for Brawm to bring the first princess to the top of the hill. Then all three daughters of the Gynaika Royal house stood before me. Ischyri's eyes still smoldered with a hint of defiance. Ochi had stopped trying to attack but her whole body quivered with hatred. Mikri's eyes were downcast. It was time to divvy up the spoils.

"Brawm!" I roared, loud enough to be heard throughout the valley. "You have proven yourself the greatest of mortal warriors this day! For your heroism, I confirm your ownership of Ischyri Gynaika, First Princess of Wundaria, whom you claimed with your own might in fulfillment of your boast! Take her and do with her as you will!"

Ischyri glared at Brawm as he swaggered toward her. A moment passed as Brawm met her glare with a cocky grin. Then the first princess seemed to wilt, her face falling, color flushing her cheeks. "Though it pains me to admit it, you have defeated me fairly, Warrior." She hesitantly met his eyes. "I shall serve you however you require."

Brawm wrapped an arm around her. "And you will like it, bitch. Never fear, I shall complete my boast: Before the sun rises tomorrow, Ischyri, you will be unable to live without my touch." She blushed and a trickle of wetness ran down her inner thigh.

"Porozdatus Thousand-Father," I intoned. "All have seen your courage and skill this day. You rode your chariot into the heart of the enemy wherever the fight was at its thickest, your clan at your back. For your prowess, I grant you the Second Princess, Ochi Gynaika, though you will first need to save her soul."

"She's pretty enough," the old man grumbled. "But I have plenty of personal sluts already. Instead, this little princess can be a common use cumslut for my whole clan. Boys! Come and get her."

Cheering, the Thousand-Father's brood surged up the hill to take hold of the struggling Void Priestess. Within moments her robes were torn from her translucent body, her flailing limbs held tight in strong, masculine hands. "Away, vile males, away! She cried. "My body is sacrosanct! A temple to Holy Mother Void! Keep those disgusting penises away-" The first cock plunged into her pussy. An inhuman shriek tore from Ochi's throat at the penetration. It was not a sound a woman, or indeed a human could make, but rather the chilling howl of the Void itself, cold and cruel and inhospitable as the darkness between the stars. The shriek was cut off moments later by another cock stuffed down her throat. A third of the clan of Porozdatus managed to wriggle beneath the ghostly, see through woman and ram his cock up her ass. The gang bang began in earnest then. With each thrust the second princess's body seemed to become less translucent, lest ghostly, and more real.

"Harder! Faster!" Cried Valanepa, egging on the gang-rape of the void priestess. "Fill up her body and soul with Cock! Drive the void from her! Your cocks are the righteous sword of the Emperor, destroy the Great Enemy that possesses this poor woman!" The men redoubled their efforts, crowding around Ochi's restrained body. They shoved their cocks into her mouth, pussy, and ass, between her sizable round breasts, rubbed them against her belly and slapped them against her face. Every inch of her body was seized, violated and used.

"As for me," said Porozdatus, "I'm going to go see to my Centauresses. I rode them hard today, so the least I can do is put them away wet." He walked down the hill toward his chariot.

"Dispegadax," I said. "Your timely intervention protected our battle line and ensured victory for our forces. For your cunning and might, I grant you Mikri Gynaika, third princess of Wundaria. She's your type, isn't she?"

"I don't have a type," Dax spat. "All women are worthless."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, very well," grumbled the Hammer of Bitches. "I suppose I might be able to put the girl to some use. C'mere, bitch."

Mikri glared daggers at her new master, eyes filled with tears. "You killed my Anoitos," She said venomously. "I will never forgive you."

"No," replied Dispegadax,You killed him, remember? You slit his throat on the Altar of Chaos. And why? What for?". His voice was filled with infinite scorn. "Freedom. Freedom from male dominance. And so you reduced your lover to an Undead slave who could do nothing but obey your commands, for that was the only way to achieve 'equality'. Because ultimately that is what you are: a stupid little object with no agency, no different from the puppet you made of your lover!"

Each word hit the young princess like a slap across the face. Her eyes widened further and further as the bitter truth flew from Dax's tongue and sliced into her soul. When he was done she sat quivering, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Ugh. Cmere, bitch," he said, sitting down and pulling her across his lap. With one hand he roughly grabbed her hair, and with the other he pulled her linen skirt up around her waist, baring her perky rump to the cool evening air. Then his open hand crashed down on her exposed butt cheeks, leaving an angry red handprint across her pale flesh, making her squeal in pain. "Apologize," he commanded.

Mikri looked at her new master incredulously. "To you? What for?" But then she quailed before the intensity of his glower, submitting to the righteous fire of his misogyny. "I'm sorry," she mumbled.

Dax's hand came down on her backside again, making the young woman howl in pain. "Again!" he roared.

"I'm sorry!" cried Mikri.

*SLAP!*

"I'm sorry!"

*SLAP!*

With the three princesses in the hands of their new masters, the time had finally come to claim the Queen of Wundaria herself. I turned back toward her. For the first time I closely examined the woman who ruled the sole nation that still defied me. Ypsili Gynaika was indeed a treasure, proud and regal to the core. From a distance I had seen her waist-length black hair hanging behind her freely, but up close I saw that her ebon locks were actually intricately done up in tiny braids that were themselves braided together to form still more and more complex braids, criss-crossing and zig-zagging down the length of her back to her waist, where at the ends were tied to tiny metal ornaments that clinked softly whenever she moved. Her face and body were quite similar to her daughters, butripened, carrying a bit of extra weight around her hips and thighs. Her bust wasfantastic, a pair of massive mounds of feminine flesh mountainous in their magnitude. Her bodice contained them tightly but could not prevent them from swaying and jiggling slightly with even her slightest shift. Atop her lovely head sat a small but intricate circlet of bronze- the mark of her station. Although Ypsili had been shaken by my ability to command her to silence earlier, she had recovered her composure, acting now as if I were beneath her notice, and as if the enslavement of her three daughters was of no significance.

"You may continue your final defiant speech if you wish, Queen of Wundaria," I allowed.

She raised her chin. Her first word was hesitant but she quickly gained confidence once she realized that my command to remain silent was no longer upon her. "Imperial Tyrant, who falsely declares himself to be a god, I acknowledge your defeat of my army. I acknowledge that I cannot protect either my daughters or myself from your vile and cruel lusts. But know this: though you may by force claim my body, you shall never have my soul!"

"You say Ifalsely claim to be a god?" I asked.

"Yes," she said with calm, noble assurance. "You are a false god."

I pulled off my loincloth and tossed it aside.

Ypsili Gynaika fell to her knees. For several long minutes, she knelt in the dirt, mouth agape, staring at the Divine Rod that hangs at the junction of my legs. Then she slowly reached a trembling hand up toward it, religious awe and womanly lust shining in her eyes. She had beheld the Truth of my divinity, for I am not merely a god, but THE God.

Jeanne knelt beside Ypsili, gently intercepting the Wundarian Queen's hand just before her fingers could brush my shaft. "Not yet," said the former Queen of Francess. "There are things you must do first."

Xiee Cuanwei knelt on Ypsili's other side, wrapping an arm around her shoulders in a companionable way. "Its overwhelming the first time you see It, isn't It?"

Ypsili nodded dumbly.

"Well, before you can worship Him properly, you have to foreswear your sovereignty and swear an Oath of Servitude." Explained Xiee.

"First, take off your crown and offer it up to His Cock," added Jeanne.

As Ypsili fumbled with her bronze circlet, I willed my cock to harden. It arced over the three queens, casting a long phallic shadow across them. I had to wait another few minutes as Ypsili gaped in awe once more. Finally Xiee gave her a little poke, bringing her back to her senses. Her hands shook as she pushed the bronze circlet past the blunt tip of my meat monolith. She struggled for a moment to push the crown over the broad ridge of the head. Once the circlet had passed that obstacle, the Crown of Wundaria slid easily up my shaft, forming a perfect cock-ring around the base of my Divine Manhood. Of course, I had deliberately sized my cock so that the crown would fit around it... just barely."

Ypsili sat back on her heels.

"Now for the oath," said Xiee.

"I... I do not know the words," Ypsili hesitantly admitted.

Jeanne took Ypsili's hand gently. "Look upon His Cock, and then look deep into your heart. The words will be there."

Ypsili took a deep breath, then closed her eyes. After a moment, she opened them again and spoke. "'I, Ypsili Gainaika, by right of goddess's judgement Queen of Wundaria, do surrender myself wholeheartedly to this Man's will and Cock. My kingdom shall be His to rule, my holes His to fuck, and my womb His to impregnate, from now until my death."

"I accept your oath, slut," I said solemnly. "And now as your Master, Ruler and God I command you: suck my balls!" I lifted my shaft, indicating the heavy sack that hung beneath.

The slave-queen scrambled forward eagerly, shoving her face into my sack without hesitation. The women of Wundaria watched as their former ruler, their beloved Queen slurped eagerly and with abandon on the nutsack of the Great Tyrant they had reviled for generations. Within moments her face was covered in her own spit and my musky ball sweat as she fervently worshiped her new God, tongue dancing across my testes, lips frantically kissing and sucking on my scrotum. Her kingdom and subjects were far from her mind at that moment. She could feel and almosttaste the torrent of Divine Seed packed in my balls. As she slurped on my nuts she was imagining that Seed flooding into her, filling her up, impregnating her. She imagined herself ripening with fecundity, belly swelling with my Divine Offspring until she finally gave birth. Her juices ran in rivulets down her legs.

For several minutes I enjoyed the oral attention, tea bagging the last Queen ever to defy my rule with glee. Finally I reached down and pushed Ypsili's head away from my groin, shoving the slave-queen onto her back. I raised my arms in a gesture of victory and roared, "LET THE RAPE OF WUNDARIA COMENCE!"

My men had been eagerly awaiting my command. The women of Wundaria, already stripped and humiliated, were now seized, pinned, and penetrated. Feminine cries of fear, anger, lust and pleasure resounded through the valley as an entire nation of women was taken by force. Futilely they tried to deny the sexual ecstasy that was forced upon their defeated, horny, fertile bodies by the cocks of their conquerors. Their divinely ordained place as women was shown to them, seared into their minds with pulse-pounding orgasmic pleasure.

I ordered that the banner of Wundaria be cut down and spread on the earth before me, and then dragged Ypsili onto it. Anwe produced a knife from somewhere and knelt astride the defeated queen, slicing at her fine gown, peeling her like an onion. Ypsili offered no resistance, her queenly bosom exploding forth as Anwe's blade sliced open her bodice. Soon she was naked before me, nearly hyperventilating with desire. She eagerly spread her legs wide, shoving her hips upward and moaning piteously. Her pussy twitched and dripped continuously as I lowered myself, bringing my cock to bear against her once regal womanhood.

At the last second, I pulled the blunt tip lower, pushing it against the tight rosebud of the Queen's virgin asshole. A rivulet of pussy juices ran down onto my Divine Rod as mere contact nearly forced Ypsili over the edge into orgasm, but she nevertheless sputtered in wordless, terrified protest. Jeanne, speaking my will, proclaimed "Wundaria's sins are great. For more than One thousand two hundred and fifty four years, the women of Wundaria have failed to acknowledge our Emperor as Lord and God of all Creation, failed to offer their devotion and prayer to Him, and blasphemed most grievously against Him. As Queen of a sinful people you must atone for the sins of your land with your body. It is the will of the Holy Emperor, Ruler of All Orifices and Rapist of the Universe, that you endure a single thrust of the God Cock with your asshole for each year Wundaria defied His Glory and Power." Then she grimaced, saying, "Speaking personally, I find this to be an absurdly merciful punishment, but far be it from me to question the will of my God."

"Have you any objections, Queen of Wundaria?" I asked, smirking. "Do you dispute the justice of your punishment?"

Ypsili bit her lip, staring down in awe and terror at the battering ram of divine justice lodged firmly against her anal virginity. "No, Emperor, I do not." Her voice quavered as she spoke but her tone was firm enough.

I drove my hips forward with exquisite slowness, but irresistible force. The once-defiant Queen's ample posterior resisted for a brief moment before inevitably giving way. She shrieked in agony and ecstasy as the Divine Cock filled her, dominated her, and stretched her asshole around it's monumental girth. The spiritual pain inflicted upon women by the Divine Sodomy of the God Cock is beyond measure. She is filled with its power, judged by its Supreme Authority and inevitably found wanting. Ypsili writhed in this infinite torture as inch after inch of all-powerful rod forced it's way into her ass. Her pussy gushed and clenched continuously, envious of her lower orifice. To her it seemed an eternity before the cold metal of her own crown (which still encircled the base of my cock) pressed firmly against her matronly behind. I leaned down to whisper in her ear. "That's one."

The following 1253 thrusts were delivered with quite a bit more dispatch and a lot less consideration for the defeated queen's comfort. I smashed her royal tush with the full fury of victorious conquest. Her entire body shook and shivered beneath my fury. By the final thrust Ypsili couldn't truly be considered conscious. The parts of her brain responsible for thought and memory had been temporarily hijacked by the parts that experience pleasure and pain.

Finally, on the 1254th thrust, I allowed my Divine Seed to pour forth into the submissive slut on the end of my cock. A gallon of thick, nearly-scalding white goop blasted into her body, deep into her intestines.

With a powerful heave I wrenched my Divine Instrument from Ypsili's ass, my semen still spurting. I liberally coated her magnificent heaving bosom and her gasping, flushed face with a thick, sticky mask of Seed. When at last my orgasm waned, I pulled the bronze crown of Wundaria up and off of my slightly softened cock and tossed it down onto the admonished monarch. The dull metal circlet landed with a soft splat on her heaving, jizz coated left tit.

"Ypsili Gainaika, I hereby induct you into my harem of queens," I declared. Then I turned my back on the defeated queen. Jeanne and Xiee had been engaged in intense sapphic sex as they beheld the spectacle of my punishment of Ypsili, and they now fell on their newest harem sister with zeal, eagerly licking my Seed from her heaving breasts, her still face, and her gaping asshole.

I strode out into the night, walking alone up the mountain. Behind me sounded the lusty cries of fifty thousand women. None resisted their conquerors any longer. By this time all were subjugated by lust and pleasure, for my soldiers were as mighty and skilled in flesh as they were in steel.

I reached the top of the mountain before the moon reached its zenith. At the very peek, an open air temple was carved into the rock. A stone altar upon a plinth overlooked the now deserted kingdom of Wundaria, a land that had sacrificed all its men for victory and had still been defeated. It was a small kingdom, and megre, and now it was ended.

Around the altar stood six tall, supernaturally beautiful feminine figures. They were goddesses all. First among them was golden-haired Hera, dressed in rich purple robes and carrying herself with the authority of the Queen of Goddesses. Demeter stood to her left, the archetypal MILF. The fertility goddess wore a crown of flowers on her head and nothing else. Beside her was Athena, proud, young, armored and grey-eyed. Next in the circle stood Artemis, mother of monsters. Her athletic body was clad in a rude garment made from animal hide, and a crown made from antlers adorned her head. Her eyes flashed dangerously in the dim light. The Wild Goddess was nearly as volatile as Eris. Next was Calypso, dusky-skinned Lady of the Seas. Skin-tight leggings of fish scales covered her from ankles to waist. Her upper body was obscured only by a multitude of strings of bright, white pearls. Standing to the right of Hera and completing the circle stood Aphrodite most beautiful, the luscious curves of her naked body obscured only barely by a fine mist she keeps about herself. Around the neck of each goddess glinted a green metallic band of adamantium, a symbol and enforcement of her submission to my will.

Only one goddess present lacked the collar. Eris, Goddess of Chaos, knelt in the center of the circle before the altar that was dedicated to her. Her head was thrown back, her gaze defiant, her eyes shining with alluring madness. Her red hair defied the call of gravity, floating about her head as if she were under water.

"Welcome, oh God," said Hera. "Your Harem of Goddesses awaits Your pleasure."

Nodding, I said "We are gathered here for the collaring, discipline, and induction of the final defiant Goddess, your wayward sister Eris."

A most momentous occasion, Lord," replied Hera. With Your permission I should like to say a few words to remind we sinful goddesses of the true context of this auspicious day. As Queen of Goddesses it is my ordained responsibility to see to it that all of Your Divine subjects are properly respectful, submissive and dutiful to Your will."

Hera had a fondness for long speeches but her voice was quite pleasant. I nodded, granting my permission for her to speak, noting the undisguised irritation on the face of the defeated goddess who knelt in the center of the circle.