Harem Country Ch. 07

This story is a work of fiction. There are no connections to real people or events. All characters in this story are age 18 or older.

EXTRA WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VIOLENCE AGAINST INNOCENT PEOPLE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

This chapter contains: BDSM, bondage, whipping, riding crop, punishment, sexual slavery, maledom, oral, deep throat, doggy position, choking, creampie, impregnation, manipulation, sloppy seconds, and rampant misogyny. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

THIS WILL BE THE FINAL POSTED CHAPTER. I apologize to everyone who enjoyed this story and wanted it to continue. I cannot write this anymore due to mental and life situations. Thank you for reading this and I hope you read other stories that I post. Once again, I apologize and thank you for your attention to this story and your reviews.

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Seth knocked on the door of Dotan's room before entering. The god wasn't in his mother's gilded bedroom, although mostly because he wanted all of her stuff thrown out or melted down before he even attempted to sleep there. Instead the king and god of his country was sleeping in one of the guest rooms. When Seth entered, however, Dotan wasn't sleeping. He standing and reading something on a nearby desk.

"Already awake, my lord?" Seth asked as he approached.

"Didn't sleep," the god replied wryly.

"Is that wise?"

"Gods don't have to sleep very often."

Seth paused a moment, furrowing his brow. "Really?"

Dotan glanced up, his lips pressed together. "Let me guess, Zophiel slept every night?"

"Yes, my lord," his high priest confirmed.

"I guess we'll add "lazy" to her list of faults. Gods don't have to sleep but a few hours a week. We also don't have to eat if we don't want to, although we'll have more power if we do. How do you think I survived for over 800 years being sealed away?"

"Gods sure are amazing, my lord," Seth replied.

Dotan scoffed and waved off the conversation. He didn't really want to be flattered at the moment. The high priest looked over what his god was examining. It was a large map of the city of Starminster. Zophiel used it for building projects. Dotan was circling and crossing out sections.

"What is this your highness?" Seth asked.

"Districts that will remain and districts that will be removed."

"Removed?"

"Destroyed." Dotan explained. "This city is a symbol of Zophiel's power. It will be torn down and remade. Her legacy must be erased as much as possible."

Seth cut his eyes to the side. He wondered how much of this was truly about planning for the future and not just Dotan's anger at his mother for rejecting him. That was not a thought Seth should say out loud, however.

"How are the officers?" Dotan asked, changing the subject.

"They're still sleeping it off," Seth explained. "The courtyard is... quite filthy."

"Have the women slaves clean it up, and clean up our future soldiers," Dotan ordered. "Women have had it too easy for too long. It's time for them to do some work."

"As you wish, my lord," Seth replied. "Anything else you need this morning?"

"Check on General Haynes. I heard last night went quite well. I want to see how receptive he is now, so schedule a meeting with him. Send your fastest messenger to go retrieve his daughter as well. I have a feeling he'll ask for that anyway."

There was another knock at the door. The two of them turned as the door opened. Meia entered, bowing respectfully as she did so.

"My lord," she began. "We have a new visitor."

"Oh? Who would that be?" Dotan asked.

The platinum blonde woman grinned from ear to ear. "Our previous lord, Count Draymond, has arrived. He wishes to speak to you."

"The one who trained you two?" the god asked. "Wow, we sent a messenger yesterday and he's here already?"

"He was staying in an estate outside the city for the wedding so he was nearby. He's also heard that you promised him a dukedom."

"Ah! I see. That explains his speed. We'll let's go see him then."

A short time later, Dotan entered the throne room, Meia and Seth following behind. Standing in the middle of the room was a man wearing fine robes. He appeared to be in his forties with dark hair, peppered gray on the sides of his head, and dark eyes. He still moved as if he were spry and healthy, however. Seth had never heard of him, so the count must have been very minor nobility. The moment Draymond spotted Dotan he quickly dashed over and knelt.

"My lord!" he cried. "I have long knew the dark gods would return! I am so glad to live in this era where I could meet you! Welcome!"

Dotan narrowed his eyes. He supposed if he were a human who was promised a high noble title he would do quite a bit of grovelling too.

"You may rise," Dotan said. "Meia and Leia, such wonderful women, have told me you trained them. Is this true?"

The count bounced back onto his feet, a wide grin on his face. "It is true, my lord. I raised them to the best of my ability set down in the Slave Codes of Seralas!"

"Did you brink that book?"

There was a twinkle in Draymond's eye. "Of course, my lord!" He reached into a pack he had slung around his shoulder. He quickly removed an ancient-looking book. Now it was Dotan's eyes that lit up as he took the tome. He opened it to scan a few pages.

"Marvelous!" the god said. "This will aid us in training other women properly."

"Just the women?" Draymond asked. Dotan cut his eyes back to the count. For a second, the pretense between them was dropped. The god knew what he was getting at. Each dark god had their own rules and wants. The count was attempting to find what the limits are.

"Yes," Dotan began. "Women are to be subservient to men. They are property for men's wills. I am a god of masculinity and war. We will have a strong army and a nation of subservient women as slaves."

Draymond quickly bowed. "As you will it, my lord. I am your humble servant."

"I'm a bit surprised," Dotan said, closing the book. "There have been no dark gods on this world for a thousand years, yet there are still people who would worship them?"

"Following the War of the Gods an order was founded to help dark gods flee this world. Once that was done, we formed a tight group that kept their works and artifacts hidden. We all believed the dark gods would one day return. Since many light gods have been leaving this world due to Zophiel hogging all the power to herself, there are fewer gods than ever. I assumed this would be ripe territory for the dark gods to invade. That's why I sent my pride and joy, Leia and Meia, to work at this castle. I assumed that if the dark gods did return, we would need spies. I didn't suspect this place would be conquered quite so quickly! You impress me Lord Dotan, and I am honored you appreciate my gift of the slaves Leia and Meia!"

Dotan narrowed his eyes again. "Gift" was quite a word to use here. The ladies surrendered to Dotan willingly and agreed to do his work. It wasn't like Draymond signed them over or anything. He wasn't even involved. The count certainly wanted to be compensated, didn't he? Oh well, Dotan appreciated people who took a little initiative.

"Yes, they are quite the specimens," the god explained. "I've had them training what women we have captured. I suppose I should reward you for your work. I will find a dukedom for you to take."

Count Draymond grinned widely. Dukes were the highest nobility and had huge swaths of land. It was certainly a giant step up from what he was now.

"I am delighted my lord," the count said. "If I might make a suggestion as to which..."

"I promised you a dukedom. I didn't promise you your CHOICE of a dukedom."

"As you wish! It was merely a suggestion. Do you want other works by dark gods?"

"You have more? Which?"

Draymond reached into his pack again, removing a much smaller book. "Since you are an enemy of Zophiel I brought the Dirge of Sybelleth. I figured you would enjoy it."

Dotan's face fell and he snatched the book. As he quickly scanned the pages as a smile broke out across his face.

"You know what?" the god said, looking back up. "You might get your choice of dukedom after all."

Draymond returned the smile and bowed. "I live to serve."

Seth watched the scene with increasing confusion. They kept mentioning dark gods and their relation to Zophiel. Naturally the goddess forbid any mention of such things and the context behind it all was lost on him. He remembered Dotan mentioning that Dirge of Sybelleth before and saying he would explain it later... and then never did. Then again, they had been busy. Seth leaned over to Meia, who was watching the unfolding scene with growing pride.

"Who are Seralas and Sybelleth?" he asked. Meia glanced at him like he were a worm. She would have ignored him, but Dotan's ideology put males above females. She was determined to follow it.

"Seralas was the leader of the dark gods on this planet," she explained flatly. "He took great pride in enslaving and breaking his subjects. He was the one who invented those power sealing collars and the mind control magic. He was sadly slain during the War of the Gods. Sybelleth was his daughter. Zophiel hated her because she was also a goddess of beauty and Zophiel personally killed her during the war. Following Sybelleth's death someone who adored wrote a dirge in her honor. It was spread widely before Zophiel banned. She hates it when people sing it."

"I see," Seth said, still thinking. This was sounding more and more like a family feud than it already was, just one that was a thousand years old. The gods sure were petty sometimes.

Dotan closed the Dirge of Sybelleth. "Well it looks like I'll have to do more remolding of this country than I was already planning. I need to make room for two dukes."

"Two, my lord?" Draymond asked.

"I intend to make General Haynes a duke," the god explained. "He has long suffered for this nation and Zophiel intended to reward him by disbanding the army. Once he joins us, I will give him proper payment for his services."

"Yes, I saw the officers on the way in," Draymond began. "as well as Lyfillia. I am most impressed. Have you turned the general as well?"

"He's tasted our hospitality," Dotan explained. "I think he'll be much more amenable to what I can offer. Seth, would you go see to our dear general?"

"Yes, my lord," Seth said, bowing before leaving.

"Meia, would you show the future Duke Draymond to a guest room? I'm sure you two have much to discuss. Where is your sister?"

"She is training that other demigoddess my lord," the sister explained. "Our work is never done."

"Oh, right, her," Dotan said as an afterthought. He turned back to Draymond. "You're going to be a duke and wealthy. Do you like redheads?"

"I love all kinds of women!" the future duke replied.

"Good, I have a redheaded demigoddess who surrendered. I promised those that surrendered I would give them to good masters. Since you're going to be wealthy and you obviously know how to treat women, I can think of no better master for her than you. Her name is..." Dotan paused, his eyes darting from side to side. "Shit, I didn't get her name."

"I'll give her a new one," Draymond replied. "It's traditional for them to get a new one during training anyway. It closes the door on their past life."

"That would be something Seralas did, no doubt?"

"Of course!"

"Well, once you get situated I will have Meia bring her to you. Now, I must prepare to meet General Haynes. I think he'll be VERY open to what I have to offer now."

*

Some time later, Haynes stood in front of the doors to the throne room. He stared at them for a long time. What he experienced last night, both from Dotan was capable of and the woman in his bed was... something else. He had tasted what was possible, especially in regards to his daughter. Every moral fiber of his being told him it was wrong. Dark gods, however, determined what was right and wrong on their own. If Dotan changed the entire country then what Haynes was doing now wouldn't be considered abhorrent, at least he hoped it did. The general took a deep breath and pushed the doors open.

Dotan wasn't sitting on the throne, but standing in the middle of the room. He had a large book in his hands and was reading intently. Haynes approached him, saying nothing. Once Dotan had finished his passage, he closed the book and turned to the general.

"General Haynes," the god began. "I trust you had a good night?"

"That's one way of putting it," the general began. He alternated between tightening his fists and stretching out his fingers. His heart was pounding in his ears. His mind told him this was insane, but Dotan had already done the insane. If he defied Dotan, and provided the god didn't kill him, he would be dismissed. Even if Zophiel took power again she would just disband the army. This was the only way he could keep the army, and have control of his daughter. His legacy would be in his hands again.

"I am... willing to follow you," Haynes finally said. "Provided you can do what you say."

"I am delighted to hear that," Dotan replied. "Your support is the one I really want above all. However, there are some caveats I want you to be aware of."

"Caveats?" Haynes felt a knot in his stomach. Here it comes. Dark gods were always twisted. Dotan was going to do something horrible. Could the general stomach it?

"I am a god of darkness," Dotan began. "As such, we do things differently than light gods. I am going to remake this nation, but such a thing will not be easy. The people will naturally resist. So I have one of two options. I can stretch the change over generations. This will result in decades if not centuries of suffering on the part of the people. Rebellions, resistance, and unrest will continue for a long time. I think getting a handle on this quickly is better than letting the suffering last. So, we need to change the country quickly and decisively. In order to do that, I'm going to ask you and the army to do things you would previously consider... bad."

Haynes gulped. "Such as?"

"We must sack Starminster," the god replied flatly.

"What!? Starminster is the second largest city! There are over 500,000 people in it!"

"Yes, and it is a symbol of Zophiel's power. I've looked over the city map. There are entire districts dedicated to things like fashion, luxuries, printing, literature, art, and even female education. All of these, I'm willing to bet, revolve culturally around Zophiel. They must be destroyed. It is cruelty, to be sure, but cruelty quick and well-used. Certain sections will, obviously, be left untouched. I will not touch the nobility's property, the banks, or the blacksmiths. Such people will be highly necessary going forward and are not, shall we say, superfluous industries like the others."

"But the people..." Haynes tried to say.

"These people are going to be the future problems," Dotan interrupted. "Do you want an era of peace spent with your daughter or do you want to spend the rest of your life putting out fires? I'm doing this for your sake as well."

The general closed his mouth and clenched his jaw.

"Listen," Dotan continued. "obviously people will suffer and it is not their fault. It's Zophiel's for creating the world such as it is. It is an unfortunate reality. When you came across a village of orc raiders did you let it stand or did you burn it down?"

Haynes thought for a moment. It was true. His soldiers often needed to blow off steam after seeing people slaughtered by orcs. He let them destroy villages and do whatever they wanted with the inhabitants. Such were the rules of war. It was the orcs that attacked the country in the first place, no one made them do it. They brought it on themselves. Turning such fury on the people of the country however...

"General," Dotan said, interrupting his thoughts. "should there be many generations of cruelty or just one? Society as it stands is on the brink. Zophiel was going to end this country as you know it. She was going to tear it apart and sell it off. Even if I were to be miraculously stopped and she came back, that is the future that is awaiting you. I offer you an army, your daughter and even nobility."

"Nobility?" Haynes asked.

"It's a reward you deserve. You have dedicated your life to this country while suffering abuse under Zophiel. Such loyalty should be rewarded. I will help you and save this country. Yes, Altea will be different, but it will still exist. Once this is all over you will be hailed as a hero Gregory. No one will even consider where your descendants come from. You will have a legacy that will last forever."

Haynes listened to it all. He still had a voice in his head telling him this was wrong. Doing what this dark god asked was a violation of everything he had ever been told. However, the other option was no better. Even if Zophiel returned, all he had was unemployment and his daughter lost forever, a tool for elves. Sophie could not be thrown away like trash. She should be at his side, securing their legacy together.

"I want my daughter safe here with me," Haynes said.

"I already sent a messenger to recall her," Dotan replied.

"I want my men taken care of."

"You have my word. The army of this nation shall be sacred."

"I want your solemn word that this... cruelty, as you put it, will be quick."

"It will be done as quickly as is possible."

"Then I suppose I will follow you."

Dotan finally brightened. "Excellent! Now, normally I'm not one for formalities, but in this case I'm going to insist." The god produced a small knife and held it out to Haynes. The general paused. He knew what Dotan wanted. The god expected Haynes to take the blood oath and worship him. Seth had done it the first night he met Dotan. For his loyalty Dotan made him his high priest. This act wasn't something one could take back. With this, Haynes officially crossed over. Then again, that's what Dotan had in mind in the first place. In for a penny, in for a pound.

Haynes took the knife. Dotan had a dark smile during the whole ritual.

*

Seth had a hell of time cleaning up the courtyard. He didn't actually lift a finger, but he had to shepherd a bunch of broken women and horny officers. The soldiers were little help. Some were still horny from the previous night. Some were freaking out at what happened. Others didn't seemingly had no will to wake up. Getting the exhausted, tortured women to work was another thing entirely. Lyfillia was a lost cause so he just had some of the guards drag her back to where they kept the soldier whores tied up. The remaining women struggled to move, much less work. Plus the second Seth turned his back one of the horny officers would grab one and start fucking. In the end, Seth lost his patience and had the guards start whacking people with the butt of spears. Finally, it all started moving. Sensing he had little time, Seth had them simply pile rubbish in a far corner of the courtyard and made the women scrub the cobblestone ground free of... fluids. Finally, after a few hours, he got everyone cleaned, dressed and in order. Honestly it was the hardest Seth had worked since following Dotan. Right when all the officers lined up, Dotan sent the message that Haynes and himself were coming. Seth breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully Dotan would deal with them instead of the high priest.

Dotan emerged though the doors of the castle, General Haynes following behind. Seth took his place beside the god, standing respectfully. Dotan's amber eyes scanned each of the men. Some of them shivered a little, their natural instinct when a god stared at them.

"Allow me to reintroduce myself," the god began. "I am Dotan, the god of masculinity and war. My mother Zophiel sealed me away, knowing what threat I posed to her rule. I am now free and I have seized this kingdom from her. Our society is on the brink. Zophiel saw fit to sell this kingdom off, piece of piece. She allowed other goddesses to set up their own courts as if they owned the place. She whittled her own military down to near annihilation. She allowed women to proliferate in positions traditionally held by men. And why?"

The god held up his hand. In it he held a proclamation, signed and sealed by his mother.

"My mother was going to disband the army!"

Almost instantly, all the officers began talking. Some were shocked, some didn't believe it, others were completely confused. Dotan gazed back at Haynes. This was the moment the human needed back up his new god. The general took a deep breath and stepped forward.

"What he is saying is true," the general admitted. This caused even more talking, but Dotan raised his hand for silence.

"My mother was attempting to abandon this kingdom for her own comforts. She wanted to retire from rule. She was weakening it on purpose, just so Lyfillia couldn't have it. Our entire civilization was to be torn to shreds because one sister was too lazy to do her duty and the other was too hateful to rule. These goddesses played with your lives as if you were pawns that could be thrown away. Men all across this country are left unemployed, disaffected, and without hope. The women of this country were elevated to positions above their station and they have destroyed every foundation upon which Altea was built. The scorn these women have put onto you for serving your country will not be tolerated. Zophile would leave this country in ruinous pieces, it's proud history ground to dust! My grandfather fought tooth and nail to build this mighty nation. His daughters would see its end. This I will not allow!"

Dotan put his hands behind his back and began pacing up and down the lines of men. "Though my grandfather was a god of light, he has my respect. He built this army into a mighty force and it marched proudly with him into battle against other gods. Such a rich history of brave men laying down their lives for their nation, for their god, could be swept away in an instant by Zophiel. I say no! I say we rebuild this army to what it needs to be. I say we restore the strength of this nation to what it should be! I say that those who deserve the power should wield it! Increasing your pay and giving you worldly pleasures is what you deserve, and it is only the beginning. Your jobs as officers of this army are not to be temporary or looked upon. You are the lifeblood of this nation. You are what built this country. You are what will build it again."

Dotan stopped pacing and now stood directly in front of them. "The old order is gone! Zophiel is imprisoned and cannot escape. Lyfillia has fallen and will forever serve the army she so scornfully hated. In the new order, MY new order, you shall ascend to the rightful place you deserve. You will be honored as soldiers of this nation, as heroes to the people, and as the rightful head of society. Last night was a taste of what I could offer. It was a simple reward for all the hardships Zophiel and Lyfillia put you through. The rewards for service to me will be more than you could ever imagine. Just as your ancestors fought proudly at the side of my grandfather, I ask that you fight at my side now."

Dotan raised his fist. "For too long, this society has treated you like garbage. For too long, you, the lifeblood of this nation, were bled until you were dry. No longer will this country sit by while its soldiers are reduced to poverty. No longer will the women of this country abuse those who should rule over them. No longer will the goddesses you loyally serve cast you away like you are worthless. I know your worth. I know what you are capable of. Join me, and we shall sweep away the old and bring in the new. We shall destroy that which sought your destruction. We shall burn the vestiges of the system that ground you into the dust and we will build upon it a new one which richly rewards you as it should. Women shall learn their place beneath you. Wealth shall be yours in great measure. Adulation will be heaped upon you as the bringers of a new age. On this day I will guide you into a glorious future you can only imagine, if you but follow me into it."

Silence hung over the courtyard. Many of the officers were glancing to one another, as if thinking. Dotan read their expressions. These weren't the stares of outrage or confusion, they were ones that were checking if they all agreed. Everything Dotan said was appealing. They suffered from terrible wages, ambivalence from the population, disloyalty from their leaders, and denial of advancement. If Zophiel was going to throw them away, then Dotan seemed ready to pick them up. Even if his ideas about enslaving women made some of them pause, the rewards were too great to ignore. Lyfillia had fallen, Zophiel was nowhere to be seen, and this god seemed ready to shower them with everything they wanted. Their minds were set.

Dotan smiled and turned back to General Haynes. The general stepped forward, standing at attention.

"All hail Dotan," he said. "King of Altea."

"All hail Dotan! All hail Dotan!" the officers repeated. Dotan seemed to finally relax, heaving a sigh and putting his hands behind his back.

"I cannot tell you how happy your loyalty has made me," the new king said. "I would reward you again, but there is much work to be done. We must sweep away the old order as fast as possible and it starts right here in this city. Each of you officers will be given an assignment for your men. They must be armored and ready for battle as soon as possible. We will sweep through this city and erase that which Zophiel has built. The people that have proliferated this degenerate culture that disrespected you must be done away with. Allowing them to remain will only risk this new order. I want you to think of them the same way you thought of the savage orcs, for they are no better. They too want to destroy this country and must be erased. Barricade the gates of the city. No one leaves and no one enters until our work is finished. What we do here today will be seen as necessary in the future and will be a footnote in history. A single stone in the pillar of our new, better society. Destroy and loot everywhere I tell you to. Leave nothing behind."

*

The officers cooperated with shocking efficiency. Dotan was happy to see the military still had good order. They left the city to go inform the army outside. Dotan worried that they might mutiny or leave, but they didn't. Apparently his words moved not only the officers, but the common soldiers through second-hand accounts. They general feeling of being underpaid, overworked, and disrespected ran deep in all ranks. As the morning went on, very few noticed that the gates of the city were shut tight and fortifications were built around them. Turned-over carts and debris provided a handy wall to prevent all escape. Any who asked were told it was a military exercise and to go about their business. Soon, the whole army streamed into the city, and Dotan's glorious revolution began.

Dotan was not a foolish god, as such certain parts of the city were left intact and surrounded. The first of which was the banking district. The god casually sauntered into the largest bank in the city, Seth and several soldiers in tow. Many of the patrons and staff gawked at him as he stood in the middle of the foyer, gazing around.

"Who is in charge of this bank?" he asked loudly. There was silence for several moments. Dotan's amber eyes glowed with anger before he pointed his finger. A bolt of lightning lashed out and struck a stone column, sending chunks flying. After a few screams, the god spoke again. "WHO IS IN CHARGE OF THIS BANK!?"

"Get the president!" someone finally shouted. Some people scrambled across the room and up some stairs. Dotan crossed his arms and waited while people huddled in corners. This bank was the largest in the country, so he was told. It had branches in nearly every town and city. Rather foolishly, it was not under the direct control of Zophiel. It was independent, running its own business without oversight. Dotan considered this appalling. Money was simply moving in and out of the city without a single person in government watching over it. That was about to change.

A group of people descended the marble stairs and stopped in front of Dotan.

"What is this?" a woman asked. "Why are you terrorizing my employees?"

Dotan narrowed his eyes. "YOU are president of the bank? The whole bank?"

"Yes I am," the old woman insisted "What is it? What do you want? If you continue to make trouble I will have you thrown out."

Dotan sighed and gripped the bridge of his nose with his index and middle finger. "Do you happen to have a vice-president of the bank?"

"What? What does that matter?" the woman president demanded. Dotan glared down at her, lifted his hand, and sent electricity dancing across his fingers.

"Answer the question," he demanded. The old woman went pale and took a step back. She now knew the Dotan wasn't playing around. A man who was with the group finally stepped forward.

"I am the vice-president," he finally said. "Listen, we don't want to have to inform the authorities of this unruly..."

Before the man could finish, Dotan surged forward. In the blink of an eye, he grabbed the old woman by her head and smashed it onto the marble floor. It shattered into several pieces, instantly pulverizing it inro mush. Everyone in the bank shrieked in terror. Some of the bits splattered onto Seth's robes, causing him to jump backwards.

"Aw shit, he did it again!" the high priest complained, referring the last time his god smashed a woman's head open. Dotan ignored him and stood up.

"Congratulations Mr. Vice President, you have gotten a promotion," the god said casually. The new president of the bank looked utterly terrified. Dotan was no mortal man. It was a god standing before them. "I am the new king of this country. As of now, I am seizing this bank. All assets are to be frozen until I say so. Is that clear?"

"But... but I can't...?" the man tried to say.

"Do I need to find a new president of the bank?" Dotan asked flatly.

"NO! No! I will do as you say, my lord!" the man said, quickly bowing.

"I'll need to write an edict," the god said casually. "Where is my scribe? Thomas? THOMAS!!!"

Out of the group of soldiers the hapless man stumbled forward still carrying parchment and ink.

"Y-yes sir! I'm here sir!" Thomas said quickly, also looking terrified.

"Good. Write this down. As of this date I, King Dotan, am seizing control of all banks in Altea. All assets are frozen and cannot be withdrawn without my permission. Got it?"

Thomas rapidly scribbled out the order for a few moments. "Uhh... yes sir! Got it!"

"Good!" Dotan said with a smile.

"Um, my lord?" Seth asked, stepping forward. He was shaking part of his robe in the air, trying to get blood off of it. "All of the richest people in the country have their money in this bank. I don't think seizing it will make them very happy."

"I would be delighted to unfreeze their money," Dotan replied. "Provided they come and ask me to do it... personally."

"Ah! I see! Well, you always think ahead, my lord," Seth said.

"I do try. Now, these soldiers will stay at the bank and make sure you do what I say. Should you fail to do so we'll have to go down the list and see who's next in the line for president."

"That won't be necessary!" the president of the bank cried. "I'll cooperate! I swear!"

"Good! I think this will be a great and productive relationship!"

*

Now that the bank had been handled, Dotan decided to observe the work of his new troops and marched to the art district. What had been a long street of artists, sculptors, and artisans was now a horror. Soldiers in armor were running around. They entered shops, came running out with treasures, and threw them onto the street. Paintings were piled onto a growing fire in the middle of the road. The remains of smashed statues littered the sidewalks. When the stores and studios were empty, the soldiers set fire to the businesses themselves. Large clouds of smoke were billowing as the conflagration spread from building to building. Worst of all were the bodies. Parts of men and women laid scattered about. Many were missing their limbs, and all were missing their heads. It was the one sure way to make sure they were dead. As Dotan and his lackeys strode along they would occasionally gaze down alleys. Several of the god's soldiers had cornered many young women in said alleys and had them pinned on the ground. As the women screamed, the men took their turns. Once finished, they would cut these girls up like all the rest, just as their god ordered. It was orgy of violence, destruction, and rape.

"Things seem to be going well," Dotan said.

"If... you say so..." Seth replied, his eyes darting around. The mortal's stomach turned a little at all the sights. This was extreme, probably even for a dark god. It wasn't like Seth could do anything to stop it, however.

Just as they were moving along a woman went running down the street. Her clothes were partially ripped and she was screaming. Several soldiers were chasing her, having trouble keeping up as their pants were down. Dotan sneered and held out his hand as she went by. As if she were on a string, the woman shot back towards him and his palm wrapped around her neck.

"Going somewhere?" Dotan asked. The half-naked woman looked absolutely terrified, her eyes as wide as they could go.

"P-please my lord!" she cried, recognizing he was a god. "Spare me! I've done nothing wrong! I won't defy you! I swear!"

"What was your job?" Dotan demanded.

"I was a painter, my lord! I'll paint for you!" she offered. Dotan rolled his eyes. He had no use for a painter right now, much less a female one. She had proliferated Zophiel's culture and he didn't need her. He reared his hand back.

"Oh no no no no!" Seth abruptly said, scuttling away. He had already been splattered once, and didn't want to again. Dotan shot him a glare before sighing. He then casually flung the woman towards a burning building. She blasted through the entrance and into the flames, instantly engulfed and screaming.

"Happy?" Dotan snapped at his high priest.

"I'm just trying not to ruin my robes, my lord!" Seth replied, returning to his side. The god just scoffed and turned back to the chaos. Pretty much every building had been emptied and the fires were spreading. This place was mostly spent. The god turned to one of the soldiers following him.

"Tell all my troops this place is done," he said. "Kill all the remaining people and move on to the next district. It's the luxury district so it's full of jewels and gold. Tell them they can loot it, that'll get them moving."

"Yes sir!" the soldier said, saluting. He began running up and down the streets, shouting the message. The final screams of the women being assaulted rang out as they were silenced forever. The soldiers streamed out of alleys and buildings, putting their armor back on. Then, as a mass of people, they marched down the street to the next district. A deafening silence was left in their wake. All that could be heard was the crackling of the fires. A place that had been once been one full of lively creativity was now snuffed out forever.

"Well done," Dotan said. "Let's keep marching."

*

Like a wicked wave of death, Dotan's soldiers continued sweeping across the city. District by district, street by street, they plundered, raped, and burned. The fires of the city grew and grew until the skies darkened with smoke. Bodies were littered everywhere, some of them having been stripped and assaulted before being beheaded. Family treasures and priceless artifacts were either looted or shattered to pieces in an orgy of violence. Dotan oversaw it all, looking mildly pleased if not a little bored. As the soldiers moved, masses of people fled in their wake, many trying to run for the gates. They were horrified to find them barricaded and defended. Soldiers guarded these defenses too, and they killed all the people that got close. The people of Starminster were caught in a trap before they even knew anything was wrong.

As the army swept out of the districts Dotan wanted destroyed, it needed to find its order again. General Haynes, pale and sick at the sights, had to regain his wits and actually tell them where to go and what to destroy. They were to avoid the district where the nobles owned property. They also spared the blacksmiths, but put them and their families under arrest. These craftsman would be put to work again once the city had been cleansed. As they approached the foreign embassies, Dotan took over again.

*

The god approached a large palatial mansion, looking a little annoyed. It was certainly a waste of space in the city. He intended to tear it down, but not today. This was the embassy for the Elven Kingdom. He had to tread carefully, as their country had its own gods and armies. He didn't want to provoke them too much, or they might believe that Melodia was worth sacrificing. As he marched up to the gates, he found them closed. Elf soldiers were crawling the walls, watching the chaos in the city with utter confusion. When they noticed Dotan, many of them ran to the ramparts over the doors.

"Who goes there?" they demanded. "This place is off limits!"

"My name is Dotan and I am the new king of this nation!" he shouted. The guards began glancing at each other, confused. What was this guy talking about!? "I am responsible for the soldiers destroying this city. I want to meet with the elvish ambassador right now. Bring him out here or I will bash the door down." The guards looked apprehensive for several moments. They certainly didn't look like they were going to do as he said. Then Dotan flashed out his wings and halo. A look of sheer terror filled their faces as the elves scrambled away. A short time later the gates to the embassy opened and an elderly elf walked forward surrounded by guards, as if that would help. The old elf stopped a distance from Dotan, as if that would help as well, and spoke, clearly disturbed.

"I am Valtrean," the man began. "High Ambassador to the nation of Altea. Who are you? What do you want?"

"I am Dotan, the new king of this nation. Zophiel and Lyfillia have been overthrown. My soldiers are cleansing this city of their influence."

The ambassador now looked even more disturbed than his soldiers. He wanted to deny such a thing was possible, but Dotan had his wings out and the city was burning.

"What do you want from us?" Valtrean demanded.

"Nothing," Dotan replied. "I want you to remain in your walls and do nothing. My soldiers will avoid you and I will send any of your people I find in this city to you. I have no conflict with the elves."

Valtrean looked incredibly surprised. He had expected the dark god to pound them into the dirt or make unreasonable demands. He basically just guaranteed their safety and the safety of elves in the city.

"Is that all?" the ambassador asked.

"Not exactly. Melodia is in my custody and shall remain so." The other shoe dropped.

"What!? You're holding the princess hostage!? How could you...!?"

"She is unharmed and will remain so as long as you cooperate."

"I demand to see her!"

"Once this city is cleansed I will allow you to do so. Afterwards you will take your people and you will leave. Melodia will remain until her release is negotiated with your country. I am showing you and your people mercy, something I am unaccustomed to. If you defy me, if your country declares war, or if you allow any non-elves into your embassy, your lives will be forfeit. Am I understood?"

The ambassador hesitated. Treating with dark gods was against his nature, but he had little choice. If Dotan attacked them, there was little they could do to stop him.

"Fine!" Valtrean shouted. "But should any harm come to the princess, you will regret it!"

Dotan laughed a little. "I'm sure. Now go back into your walls. Your people will come streaming in soon enough. Allow no humans in."

*

The soldiers finished moving into the housing districts and sheer madness ensued. Haynes thought that Dotan might stop, but his hopes were in vain. The soldiers went from home to home, not caring about class or wealth. The shacks and townhouses were looted in kind. Windows were smashed and people were slaughtered in the streets. Children were thrown from the rooftops and babies were smashed against rocks. Savagery usually reserved for the orcs was now unleashed on the unsuspecting populace. As bodies piled up, Dotan looked on with his characteristic calm demeanor. Men, women, and children were chopped to death in front of him and he barely blinked. None of their screams mattered to him in the slightest. He just viewed this as a means to an end. The fires that had started in the shopping districts was slowly creeping into the looted houses, wiping them away. Dotan and his armies kept ahead of it, letting it spread. The city was being wiped clean.

"My lord!" a group of soldiers called. Dotan turned to see them dragging a group of people forward, a young woman in the lead. She was a beautiful girl, but she had obviously not been assaulted yet, puzzling the god. The soldiers threw her to the ground in front of him. She gazed up at the god, utterly terrified

"What's the problem?" Dotan asked.

"This woman is half-elf," a soldier explained. "What should we do?"

The god narrowed his eyes. He didn't really expect much of this. Elves were pretty high and mighty. Even when they did marry humans, they almost always dragged them into the Elven Kingdom so they would have full control. Dotan squatted down as the woman stared up at him, petrified. He looked at her ears. Indeed, they were pointed although not as sharp as normal elves.

"Are you an elf from your mother or father?" the god demanded. The woman was petrified, unable to speak.

"It's through me!" a man cried from the soldiers. Dotan lifted his eyes. An elf man struggled against the soldiers holding him back. Unlike his daughter, it was abundantly obvious he was elf. Dotan paused a moment. By his new rules, the ownership of a daughter goes to the father. Her father was an elf who belonged to the Elven Kingdom. Therefore in the god's interpretation this woman was property belonging to the elf. Dotan finally sighed.

"She belongs to her father," the god said. "Allow the two of them to go to the elf embassy."

The soldiers reluctantly let go of the elf man who quickly scrambled over to his daughter, lifting her off the ground and hugging her.

"What about the mother?" another guard asked. The god turned, much less mercy on his face before. An older version of the daughter was being held back by the guards. She was fully human and fully in the kingdom of Altea.

"She is the property of this country," Dotan said flatly. "She stays."

"No! Please my lord! Don't do this!" the elf man shouted.

The god's glowing amber eyes darted at him like a predator. "Are you questioning the mercy I'm showing you? Would you like to renounce your elf heritage and be a citizen of Altea? Feel free, you can all be together!"

The elf man was pale and sweating. He was trying to speak, but no words were coming out.

"Go!" his wife suddenly shouted. "Take her and leave! Forget about me! Save her!"

The husband and daughter turned to her, clearly shocked. The daughter began crying, but the elf man appeared to steel his resolve. He nodded and grabbed his daughter's hand. He began running away, heading straight for the embassy. The wife relaxed, at least relieved that her husband and daughter would get away. The second she turned away from them, however, she found that Dotan was now in her face. She went rigid, terrified.

"That was very maternal of you," the god said flatly. "Willing to sacrifice your life for your husband and his child. That's how women should be. Subservient to their masters and willing to save what they gave birth to at all costs. How old are you?"

The woman couldn't speak for a few moments, about to pass out.

"Thirty-eight...!" she managed to squeak.

Dotan clicked his tongue. "That's on the older side for your productive years."

"Uh, Lord Dotan," Seth offered. "Some men like women of that age."

"Touche," the god replied. He finally leaned away from her face and waved his hand. "Fine! She has shown dedication to her master and his property, so I will reward her. Take her to the castle and give her to Leia and Meia. They'll train her and I'll put her up for auction. If someone is willing to pay for her, they'll likely take care of her."

A new look of terror came over the woman's face, but she didn't have time to speak. The two guards who held her arms began dragging her away, heading towards the castle. Dotan, that crises now dealt with, began to swivel his head around.

"I'm making new laws here," he began. "and I don't see my scribe. Where is Thomas?"

"He left a little while ago, sir," one of the soldiers said. "He seemed like a real lightweight when it came to violence. He threw up a few times and ran off."

"That girl he's obsessed with lives in this district," Seth explained. "He's probably went to go save her."

"Did he? Abandoning his post?" Dotan asked, his voice annoyed. "Well, let's go pay him a visit." Surprisingly, Dotan reached out for Seth and seized him around his waist, letting him dangle from the god's waist.

"Wait, what's happening?" Seth asked.

"Hold your breath!" Dotan said.

"Wait wait wait wait no...!" The god didn't listen. In an instant he bolted out of sight, leaving an afterimage behind him. The soldiers accompanying him uncomfortably glanced at each other. What were they supposed to do now?

Dotan ground to a halt in front of a large townhouse. The moment he stopped, he unceremoniously dropped Seth onto the ground.

"OH MY GOD THAT HURT!!!" Seth bellowed. "MY SPINE!! AHHHH! OWWW!! MY ORGANS!!"

"Oh stop whining!" Dotan barked at him. Instead, his high priest continued to roll on the ground, squirming and randomly shouting. Dotan scoffed at him and began climbing the steps of the house. The door was wide open and the god casually strolled inside.

It wasn't hard to find Thomas. He was standing in the middle of a dining room, a blank expression on his face. He was gazing around at the bare walls and shelves.

"There you are," Dotan said in a low voice. "You appeared to have abandoned your post."

Thomas, usually cowering, didn't immediately reply. He slowly turned back around and for the first time Dotan noticed how shocked his expression was.

"The house is empty," the human said.

Dotan paused before looking around. Thomas was right. The place had been cleared out. There were no paintings on the walls or things on the shelves. Everything was bare, as if it were a house ready for sale.

"It is indeed empty," Dotan said, sounding uninterested. "What about it?"

"She lives here," Thomas replied.

"Who? The girl your sweet on? Apparently not anymore."

"Could she have escaped?"

"I doubt it. My attack was a surprise and we sealed the gates this morning. This clearing out would have taken days."

Thomas approached Dotan, his face full of confusion.

"But why? She didn't tell me she was moving! This is where her father's business is! This is their home!"

Dotan furrowed his brow. Thomas sure was sounding whiny now. It was pretty grating. How Zophiel decided to employ him, even given her overall plan of disbanding, was beyond Dotan.

"Why are you complaining to me?" the god asked. "Have you checked the letter box outside?"

Thomas's eyes brightened. The rich people in this neighborhood had a lot of messages they needed sent, so they had developed their own personal mail system. Messengers came by routinely to just pick up the missives and delivered them. The human ran past his god down the steps. He found the box and pulled it open. There was only a single letter there. Dotan followed after him, much slower.

"Ohhh my god..." Seth complained, still rolling on the ground. "My insides are broken!" Dotan rolled his eyes and ignored him. Thomas ripped open the and quickly read it. He froze for a quite a while, his eyes stuck on the paper.

"What is this!?" the man demanded.

"What makes you think I know?" Dotan barked back. "What does it even say?"

"She's getting married!" Thomas shouted.

"I take it's not to you?" the god asked.

"No! It's to some country baron! They moved out days ago! This is a letter to the bank closing out his business!"

"Huh, well that's not surprising," Dotan replied.

Thomas's angry eyes turned towards his god. "What's that supposed to mean!?"

"I don't want to put too fine a point on this Thomas," the god began. "but her family is rich. Before I came here you were a poor guard with no financial prospects. Is she going to marry you, or some rich landowner in a mansion? She would be destitute if she went with you. She chose the better option."

"Why wouldn't she tell me!?" Thomas yelled.

"Why would she? What were you going to do?" Dotan replied. "You would freak out and expose her to her family. Then she would really be destitute because they would throw her out and you wouldn't take her."

Thomas's eyes were increasingly filled with anger.

"I... I... I did everything she asked of me! I kept our relationship a secret! I didn't cheat on her with anyone! I held myself back all this time! Even when the other guards were having sex with Lyfillia I just hid! I could have had sex with a goddess and I refused to do it for her! I loved her!"

"And where did that get you?" Dotan asked flatly. "Honestly she's doing what's in her best interest. I almost admire her for it. She picked the richer option rather than follow any feelings she had."

Thomas wadded the paper in his hands and began to turn red in the face. "How could she do this to me! I saved every penny so we would have a life! I was working so hard for her! She could have told me! I could have moved on! I could have had sex with..." The human stopped talking, gritting his teeth, huffing and puffing.

"It's nice to know you actually have some gall," Dotan said, crossing his arms. "I was getting worried. You know, I don't believe in marriage and since she's the ceremony is occurring after my takeover I could consider it invalid."

Thomas's eyes darted towards the god. "You would get rid of her marriage?"

"I mean her husband is a rich landowner and I don't intend to anger those people, but I can make an exception. You're a solider and those are the people I want to honor the most. I can seize her and make you her owner. You can do whatever you want to her. You can have her even though she rejected you and played with your emotions. Think about it. In my world this never would have happened. You would have plenty of money and could have bought her. She could have been yours all along."

Thomas didn't respond, he just kept staring. Dotan could tell that the gears were turning in his head, but he was too furious to think logically at the moment.

"Tell you what," the god continued. "normally I would punish you for deserting your post, but you've clearly had a rough day. Go back to the castle and sleep it off. Come and find me first thing tomorrow, and then we'll have a discussion."

Thomas took a few deep breaths before beginning a slow march across the devastated city. He no longer looked at the dead bodies and burning buildings. He just walked, heading straight for Starminster Castle, his eyes glued to the ground.

Dotan felt someone grab his pants. He looked down and narrowed his eyes.

"Are you finished?" he asked Seth. His high priest was hunched over, still gripping his stomach and panting for breath.

"Oh shit... oh god..." he panted. "Please... please never do that again! So much pain! You scrambled every part of my body going that fast!"

"Fine! What a whiny mortal you are!" Dotan barked. Seth finally stood up, still groaning and complaining. He gazed at the empty house.

"Were they not here?" the high priest asked.

"No, they apparently left days ago. Thomas's girl is marrying a rich baron and leaving him behind."

"Huh, not entirely surprised," the human replied. He then paused for a few moments. "My lord, how did you know which house it was?"

Dotan's amber eyes turned towards his high priest. "I see you're getting a little smarter Seth. If you would use your brain more and complain less then you might be as useful as General Haynes."

"Wait, you got here first? Before we even attacked the city?" asked Seth. "How did you even know?"

"The other guards were more forthcoming with details after they got to fuck a goddess. One of them might have known which girl it was and where she lived. Someone also might also have told her father who she was involved with. If I were a father to a girl whose marriage I needed to secure a business deal, I might rush through said marriage to make sure no one finds out about her wayward ways."

"Huh?" Seth finally said uttered. "How did you even have time...?"

"I'm a god Seth. Just moments ago you saw how fast I can move. Considering how much you bitched about it, I'm going to have to walk back to the army to not listen to whine anymore." The god started marching while his high priest shambled after him.

"Why even bother?" the human asked. "It's just Thomas. It's not like he's important."

Dotan raised his finger. "Practice."

"Practice? For what?"

"Manipulation and control Seth. We were very fortunate with General Haynes that two factors fell in our favor. Zophiel was ripping his job and duty away from him. She might as well have kicked him in balls and pissed on him on the way out. His daughter was also being stolen by the elves who just intended to use her. He was going to be completely emasculated. Enter me. I offered him exactly what he needed and wanted. Zophiel basically offered him to me gift wrapped. Not every situation will be like that. Some men have principles, morals, and feelings, as misguided as they might be. Learning to move these men, to bring them over to my side, is a very important skill. I can't kill everyone in the country. I need men who are willing to follow me, despite their reservations. Finding which button to push is something I need to learn. Thomas is naive, so it wasn't too difficult. It was an easy way to get some practice in."

"I see," Seth said slowly, suddenly realizing just how conniving Dotan was. As they approached the carnage of the rampaging army, Seth began to feel his stomach turn again. "My lord, maybe we should stop?"

"Why?" Dotan asked flatly.

"We've destroyed the districts you wanted gone. If we kill everyone in the housing district there won't be anyone left to populate the city. I think the people are thoroughly terrorized."

"Do you?" Dotan's tone was still flat. "I need as much of it gone as possible. It needs to be rebuilt with a proper vision."

"I mean, if we don't stop that fire it'll do the work for us," Seth offered. Dotan gazed out at the smoke. The blaze was still creeping in all directions, nominally following his army's march of terror.

"I would also like to mention," the human continued. "That I've seen General Haynes today and he looks as sick as Thomas did. Perhaps it's not wise to push him too far? Maybe let him return to the castle and have a... good night? Remind him of why he's doing this?"

The god finally let out a sigh. "Fine! I suppose that will do for today. We're almost to the section I want to camp in anyway."

"Which is?"

Dotan grinned, an excited gleam in his eyes. "The women's college."

*

The carnage finally reached the women's education district. The soldiers, however, found that the women weren't present in the dorms. Apparently, as they heard the carnage unfolding, they collectively made the decision to hide at the college itself. To Dotan's surprise, they then put up a magic shield. The fact that some of the women in there knew how to use magic was a major problem. He couldn't let such women have their freedom... or their sanity. Regardless, the soldiers managed to make it to the perimeter of the college uncontested. Dotan then gave the orders to clear out all the buildings in the area. This would give his soldiers space to camp as well as prevent the fires raging across the city from spreading to them. The flames couldn't spread if there were no buildings to burn. This took quite some time and the sun began to set. Dotan decided to leave the college alone for the night to let the women stew in fear.

As the army began calming down, Dotan, several officers, and a sick-looking General Haynes gathered outside the college entrance. The god appeared completely unfazed by all the horrid death and destruction he had witnessed. He continued issuing orders like it was a normal day of the week.

"Are you sure all the women are in the college buildings?" Dotan asked an officer.

"Yes sir," the officer replied. "We searched through all the dorms before we tore them down. We didn't find a single woman."

"I suppose that's convenient," Dotan muttered. "How many women are in the college?"

"Two-hundred and eighty-five, I think. Do you want us to kill them all?"

"I don't think you want to do that. All of those women are to join your brothels."

All eyes turned to him in surprise. Haynes looked doubly shocked.

"What?" Dotan asked. "These young women represent the worst of this society. They have been elevated past the position they should be and have been given far more knowledge than they should. Some of them even know magic. It's far too risky to let them go. They need to be beaten back into the dirt. What better place to do that and let them serve their country's soldiers at the same time? The brothels are going to need more than just Lyfillia, anyway. I don't suppose there are many noble's daughters in this college?"

"There are none..." Haynes said quietly. Dotan turned his head, his eyebrows raised.

"None at all?" he asked.

The general gulped before speaking. "This is a college for the disadvantaged and low-born. Nobles send their children to estate colleges out in the country. There are no noble women here."

"Oh, good!" Dotan said, his mood rising. "Then it'll be easy. The women can stay behind that shield tonight. It won't help them. We'll raid the place in the morning. Let the soldiers get some rest." The god then glanced towards the gates of the city, still sealed shut. "Oh right. We need to cycle out some of the troops. Have some soldiers with lots of loot change out with the guards at the gates and those in the banking district. They missed out on the fun of the day. In fact, send them to the castle so they can enjoy the whores of their brothel and have them come back here. They'll get some loot tomorrow."

"Yes sir," the officer said. He saluted and quickly began jogging away. Dotan turned to General Haynes and flinched. Seth had been right. Haynes looked as if he were about to pass out. He was white as a sheet and was sweating profusely. His soldiers may have been happy to get loot and let out their frustrations, but the general took his duty seriously. To have it suddenly flipped was likely deeply traumatic.

"General," Dotan began. "why don't you go back to the castle and get some rest?"

"What?" Haynes began, shocked. "No, my soldiers are here. I should be here."

"I'm here general. I can command them. I don't need sleep, but you do. I understand this has been a rough day for you, and I appreciate you going through with it. You need a good night's sleep and you're not going to get it out here."

"I don't... I don't think I should..." Haynes stammered. Dotan took a step forward and put a hand on one of the general's shoulders.

"Haynes, you need a break," the god said in a low voice. "You're no good to me or anyone else like this. The last couple of days have been bewildering, I'm sure. Now as your king, I'm telling you to go get some rest. That's an order."

General Haynes sighed. Sticking around was likely only going to expose him to more horrors. At least in the castle he wouldn't see so much carnage. Besides, it's not like his troops would run into any trouble that Dotan couldn't solve with brute force.

"I will do as you order," the general said.

"Good, now take some guards and go. This will all be over soon and then we can get to the real work. Go on." The general obeyed and walked, several soldiers following him. Dotan then let out a sigh. Looks like Seth was right, although Dotan would never tell that to him. General Haynes was on the brink of collapse, something the god didn't want. A good night with his demigoddess servant would likely bring him back around.

"Sire!" a soldier cried. Dotan groaned a little. What was wrong now? A soldier ran up to him, smartly saluting. "The chancellor of the college has come out of the barrier. They say they want to talk!"

Dotan crossed his arms. "Is it a woman?"

"No sir, a man," the soldier replied.

"Oh! That's a surprise. A male chancellor at a women's college?"

The soldier shrugged. "He says he's the chancellor and he's wearing the robes, sire. I think he's telling the truth."

"Well, I guess I can give him the time of day. Set up a table and place for us to talk. I imagine this will be an uncomfortable conversation."

*

As the sun went down, Thomas shuffled into Starminster Castle. He hadn't said or done anything since Dotan sent him away. His eyes had been staring at the ground the whole time, his brain trying to grind its way through the idea he had been betrayed. When he finally entered the big doors, he looked up. Apart from the few guards, the place was quiet. Just a day ago an orgy had broken out... and Thomas had hid in a closet, trying to stay loyal to that woman. Someone entered the foyer, a skip in their step.

"Oh! Hello!" Count Draymond said. "I heard someone had arrived and I thought it was Lord Dotan. Is he finished for the day?"

"I... I don't know," Thomas said. "He sent me here to get some rest."

"Did he? That's sounds... nice," the count continued. "Why was that?"

Thomas stared at the minor noble for a few moments, as if he were still stunned. "I... I... I just... a woman who promised to marry me lied to me. She married some rich guy out in the country. She just abandoned me. She betrayed me. I gave everything for her and...!" Thomas grit his teeth, the hot anger rising up in him again.

"Ah! I see," Count Draymond replied. "You're the exact kind of guy Dotan wants to help. That's why he's being kind to you. I wouldn't get used to that, dark gods tend to be brutal." Thomas didn't even seem to hear that. He just kept staring blankly.

"I want her," the soldier said. "I want her here. I want her to belong to me."

"Of course you do!" Count Draymond said. "She ran away from you like a stray dog, only she knew exactly what she was doing so it's even worse. She played with your feelings and she should learn the proper way of things." The noble grinned a little and stepped forward. "Say, would you like to learn how to train a woman?"

"Train?" Thomas asked, looking worried.

"I mean, that woman of yours is obviously crafty and conniving. She needs to taught proper behavior. I was training the redheaded demigoddess just now. Would like to watch it? You could learn how to put your woman in her place and I do enjoy an audience."

Thomas hesitated for a few moments. He had done his best to avoid all the depravity Dotan was causing. Then again, it looked like Dotan was winning... and Thomas was alone.

"Yes," Thomas finally said.

"Good! I love to teach. Follow me."

The two of them walked through a few corridors and into a nice room. It was one reserved for foreign dignitaries and was filled with the finest furniture, including a four-post bed. None of this caught Thomas's attention. Instead it was redheaded demigoddess. She was on all fours in the middle of the room, completely naked. There were leather straps on her wrists and ankles, which in turn were attached to two wooden boards on the ground. Since all the boards were nailed together, the girl couldn't move. The moment the two men entered, she lifted her blue eyes, a healthy amount of fear in them.

Count Draymond only chuckled. Thomas stood with his back to one of the walls of the room, watching. Draymond walked over to a nearby table, picking up something Thomas knew as a riding crop. It was supposed to be for horses, but it was doubtful that the count was going to use it on an animal.

"This," Draymond began, speaking towards Thomas. "is my new slave. I have given her the name Deia." The man was really lacking creativity with names. "My previous slaves Meia and Leia gave her SOME training, but nothing can quite break a woman like a man's training." He brought the end of the crop to her chin and lifted it. The newly-named Deia gulped, her blue eyes full of terror. "What have we learned today?"

"O-O-Obey your master," she said in a weak voice. "Live in subservience. Feel pleasure at his pleasure. His will is your will. His wants are your wants. These chains are what you deserve. You live to serve."

Count Draymond narrowed his eyes. "You forgot one."

Deia flinched and her eyes widened, she began to grow pale.

Her trainer turned towards Thomas. "Constant and consistent reinforcement is necessary. If they make a mistake you must punish them, every time." He walked behind the redhead as she cringed. The count raised the whip and smacked it across her backside. Deia let out a loud whine, trembling a little. Draymond then went back around, grabbing her chin and lifting it towards his face so they could stare at each other.

"You forgot to say "yearn for him always." Now, say it."

"Yearn for him always!" Deia cried. "I am sorry Master Draymond! I won't forget again!"

"Good, now say it all again."

"Obey your master! Live in subservience! Yearn for him always! Feel pleasure at his pleasure! His will is your will! His wants are your wants! These chains are what you deserve! You live to serve!"

Her master smiled, reaching down and stroking her cheek lovingly. He then turned to Thomas again.

"Also reward correct behavior," he explained. "Carrot and stick. The same way you train a horse, you can train a slave." Draymond turned back to Deia, staring into her eyes. "Once you become obedient my dear, you will live a peaceful, reward-filled life. The more you cooperate, the sooner it will end. Now then!" Draymond went to her leather bindings and undid them. "Stand up."

Deia obeyed, getting to her feet and covering her private bits.

"No no no!" Draymond chided, holding up the crop. Deia's hands quickly bolted to her sides, revealing her pearly white skin. She had small, but well-shaped breasts. Freckles covered her face and chest. Above her pussy was a bush of bright red hair, just like on her head.

"Now that we have the basics down," the count continued. "It's time for you to get properly groomed. Sit on the table."

Deia gulped, but obeyed. She put her butt on the table, her legs dangling off. Draymond reached out with his crop and tapped the insides of her thighs. The redhead got the hint and spread her legs for the two men, blushing deeply. Even her chest started to turn red in shame. The count rubbed the whip up and down her folds.

"You have beautiful golden hair down here," he explained. "We don't want to get rid of it completely, but it important to put your stamp on every part of your slave." He briefly reached past her and came back with a bowl. Deia's eyes widened. Inside were grooming supplies, normally reserved for shaving, including a brush, shaving cream, and a razor. "Let's get started my dear. What shape do you think your hair should be?" Draymond briefly turned to Thomas, rubbing his chin. "What should it be? What should it be? Oh! How about a heart! Start shaving most of it, but leave the area above it to me. I have more delicate skills in that area than you."

The demigoddess stared at him for quite some time, wondering if he were serious. Draymond wasn't budging, and he was beginning to wag his riding crop back and forth. Deia let out a shuddering sigh. She took the bowl and rubbed some of the cream on the brush. In full view of these two men she didn't even really know, she rubbed it all over her crotch. Once it was done, she delicately took the razor. Bit by bit she slowly ran it over her privates, scraping her bright red hair away. When the razor was covered, she wiped it on the lip of the bowl. The room was utterly silent except for slight scraping noises and the metal clacking of the blade on the bowl. After what seemed like an eternity, most of her was now hairless except for a patch above her folds.

"That will be good enough," Draymond said, before turning towards their guest. "It's important they do these things themselves. It gives slaves the message that the orders they are given are their responsibility. This next part requires some skill which I will work with her later on. For now, I'll do it." The count stepped forward and took the razor. Deia sat incredibly still as the blade went to her crotch once again. Bit by bit, Draymond took tiny bites out of her hair. After several minutes, he was done. He then took a cloth and wiped the remaining shaving cream away. He then grinned.

"Now, let's show your new symbol of servitude to our guest!" the count said. He stepped away, giving Thomas a perfect view. Still thoroughly humiliated, Deia spread her legs far apart, putting herself on display. A small, golden heart was now directly above her pussy, her master having put his stamp on her. Thomas could feel an odd welling of desire within him. To able to place your mark on a woman that was yours...

"Now then," Draymond continued. "let's begin our exercises, shall we? Bend over on the bed." Deia demurely obeyed. She slid off the table and walked to the bed. She bent over it, putting her hands on the sheets. She stuck out her ass, spreading her legs and displaying her now smooth folds. Thomas could see several welts on her butt cheeks where she had been corrected previously. Draymond walked over to her, spreading her bottom lips open to show the pink insides to their guest.

"You see, women have muscles inside of them that usually only move during an orgasm," the count said, as if giving an anatomy lesson. "With practice, they can learn to move these muscles to better please their masters." Draymond reached into his robes and pulled out something. It appeared to be dick-shaped and made of a soft material. Thomas had heard of these. They were called dildos, but this one noticeably had a long stick on the end of it with a small bright flag at the top. He inserted it into Deia's canal, making sure it was full inside.

"Now then," Draymond said, holding his riding crop up. "began flexing." Deia tensed up and she began fidgeting. Thomas watched as the flag sticking out of her began rotating around and around. She was moving it around simply by flexing the muscles insides of her. If it were really a man's dick, he would be getting massaged without even moving. "Harder." Deia tense up more, trying to get the flag to move more. It didn't really show. "Harder!" The demigoddess tried, but there were no results. Having enough, the count swatted her across her ass. She yelped and jumped, another welt appearing. "Harder!" Over and over this continued, the count striking her and leaving marks on her pearly skin. She cried out with each one, trying to get the flag to move. Finally she squatted down and grit her teeth. The flag finally rotated around in a larger circle as she finally got her muscles to obey.

"There we go!" Count Draymond said with a smile. He ran his hand along her back, petting her. "Good girl. I knew you could do it. It's important to push your slaves, lest they rest on their laurels. Now then, start milking." Deia obeyed, clenching her muscles in waves, from the entrance to the back. Her insides were stroking the dildo inside of her, and the flag vibrated as she did so. "Harder." She quickly complied and the vibrating increased. "Perfect! See? The encouragement worked!" He pet Deia on the back again, encouraging her. "Now let's try your ass."

The demigoddess tensed up, but said nothing. Draymond pulled the dildo free and Thomas could see that it was actually wet. She was getting off to this abusive behavior. Did... women like being treated like this? With a bit more gentleness than last time, Draymond inserted the dildo into her anus. Deia hissed through her teeth for a moment, feeling it fill her up. The count gave her a look.

"Some masters like to know their slaves feel some discomfort with anal," he explained. "I am not one of those." He lifted the crop and lashed it against her butt cheeks. The demigoddess shrieked, but otherwise did nothing. "Remember sweety, your master's pleasure is your pleasure. Say the mantra again."

"Obey your master. Live in subservience. Yearn for him always. Feel pleasure at his pleasure. His will is your will. His wants are your wants. These chains are what you deserve. You live to serve."

"You said right. Good girl!" Draymond stroked her back her gently. Deia actually whined a little, happy that she wasn't punished. "Now then, start flexing." The once proud demigoddess began rotating the dildo in her ass. The flag spun in the air, showing she was doing well. To Thomas, it almost looked like she had a tail and it was wagging. She continued making shapes with the stick for several minutes, apparently having better control of her ass than her pussy. Very pleased with her work, Draymond finally removed the dildo from her.

"It's important she practice this daily," the count said, still teaching. "at least until she gets the hang of it. Then it will become as natural to her as regular sex. A man who has a slave good at sex to this degree will never want to part with them. Now it's time for live practice." Draymond tapped with her with the riding crop, indicating for her to get off the bed. She instantly complied, and he sat instead. He undid his belt and dropped his pants.

"One cannot neglect the need for practice with a real man," Draymond explained. "Let's show how much you've learned with your mouth. On your knees." Deia obeyed, kneeling down in front of him. The count's shaft was now throbbing in her face. It was large, and instantly made her nervous. His dick was larger than any she had seen before, and there was punishment for failure. Those two wicked sisters had her practice for this before, and she hoped that would be enough. The demigoddess leaned forward, extending her tongue. She stroked her muscle across his rod, tasting his salty skin. The sisters had told her to learn to love the taste. She was still working on that. Like she was cleaning his dick, she made sure to lick every inch of it, covering it with her saliva. Draymond responded by petting her head, telling her she was doing it correctly. Encouraged, Deia went lower to his balls. She gently juggled one with her tongue, making sure to be delicate. While she worked, her hand came up and began stroking his wet shaft, earning a low moan from Draymond. Deia took that as more encouragement and felt relieved. She wrapped her lips around one of his balls and sucked delicately. When it popped free, she then went to the other, quickly doing the same. His entire crotch was now covered in her spit.

The count tapped her head, indicating it was time to move to the next step. Deia lifted her face back to the head of his shaft. She stuck out her tongue again and began swirling around his glans. Draymond moaned again, enjoying the soft feeling of her muscle. Even more of her saliva coated the tip, dripping down the shaft itself. When the bulbous head was finally soaked, she wrapped her lips around it. She sucked on it like it was a candy, moving back and forth slightly. Her lips caressed his glans, teasing it lovingly. Draymond groaned even louder, her delicate work feeling heavenly.

"You've taken to your training well," he said. "Good girl." Deia felt her heart pound a little harder at his words. Anything to avoid the whip. She lowered her mouth onto his shaft, pushing the tip to the back of her mouth. Her tongue coiled around the rod, caressing and tantalizing it. She continued to move her head back and forth, sucking as she did so. The slurping noises of her mouth filled the room, and Thomas's formerly innocent eyes drank in the scene. Deia, superior being, was sucking some mortal's cock... and she appeared to do it happily. That was the power of the Draymond's training over her.

"Time for the big part," the count warned. A worried look came over Deia's eyes. She knew what this meant. She could feel Draymond's hands seize both sides of her head. As she was trained to do, she put her hands behind her back, showing she was letting him take complete control. He began pulling her face forward, his shaft reaching for the back of her mouth. She relaxed her throat as much as she could, and the large head pushed into her esophagus. Deia had to hold her breath as he went deeper and deeper. She choked a little as her neck bulged slightly. Finally, her face was buried in his pubic hair and his balls were on her chin. She had swallowed it all. Draymond held it there, rotating her head around so he could feel her soft flesh around him. Deia choked a little, but didn't gag, managing to hold it. The count stroked her head lovingly, showing his approval.

"Good girl," he growled. Deia looked up at him with her blue eyes, filled with concern. She needed to breathe. Draymond finally pulled his shaft back from her throat, letting her gasp for air through her nose. Once she suitably recovered, however, his dick went to her throat again. Deia knew what he wanted, and this would be rough. He began moving her head back and forth, the head of dick popping in and out of her throat. She had to alternate relaxing her throat and breathing. Draymond built up a steady rhythm, groaning at feeling the hot vice that was her esophagus. With each pump of her head, he went a little deeper, and the noises of her mouth got louder. Finally, once again, he was able to bring her nose to his crotch. Deia choked a little each time she moved, her throat cavorting around his shaft when she did so. Draymond grit his teeth as he picked up the pace. Her face began slamming into him, his balls slapping against her chin. Her spit flew wildly, splashing onto her with each collision. Her mouth and throat constantly quivered and sucked on him, as if she were purposefully milking his shaft. Deia whined as she struggled for air in between his hard pounding. Her blue eyes gazed up at him as tears streamed down her face. His scent and taste filled her mouth and nose so completely it overwhelmed her. Draymond grinned down at her, enjoying the sight of it all. A demigoddess was sucking his dick, begging for him to be gentle. This was the feeling of superiority he craved. There was a familiar swelling of pleasure inside of him, and he briefly considered dumping his whole load down her throat. However, he had far more things to test and wasting it there would cut it short. He pulled free from her mouth.

Deia coughed and sputtered for a few moments. Her mouth hung wide open, completely wet on all sides with her spit. She panted loudly, trying to catch her breath. Draymond gently stroked her head and neck, sending shivers down her body.

"Good girl," the count growled. "You don't need any correcting now, do you? See how nice things can be when you do it properly?" Deia flushed and was humiliated to know that her heart soared at the statement. It was almost like an automatic response that she couldn't control. She was happy that he was happy and there would be no whip. "Now it's time for the ultimate test. Get on the bed, on all fours."

Deia looked a little worried, but knew it did no good to resist. She crawled onto the bed as instructed, getting on her hands and knees. She spread her thighs apart, giving a good look at her folds. The count chuckled and scooted over. He inserted a finger inside of her, causing her to whine. Her pussy was completely soaked, fluids dripping down her thighs.

"Learn to love the pleasure," Draymond said. "Looks like you're already there, huh Deia? Say the mantra again."

"Obey your master. Live in subservience. Yearn for him always. Feel pleasure at his pleasure. His will is your will. His wants are your wants. These chains are what you deserve. You live to serve."

"Good girl," The count pulled his finger out of her, completely wet. He moved up to her, holding his dick. He aimed it at her slick folds, the head rubbing up and down along the slit. "Now, what do you say?"

Deia screwed her eyes shut and shivered a little. "Please master, put your dick inside of me! Use me as you please! I live to serve!"

"Excellent, you're learning fast," Draymond said. He shoved himself forward, his large dick spreading her open. Deia bit her lip and whined. He was so big! It felt like he was going to split her apart. Deeper and deeper he went, her juices oozing around him. When he finally reached her cervix, she was completely filled, stretched open by his girth. "Now then, show me how you work your muscles."

Deia grit her teeth and began flexing. First her insides cavorted around him, rubbing and tightening. Draymond let out a low groan, his hand stroking down her spine. She was seemingly doing it correctly, encouraging her. She then began clenching in sequence, performing a milking motion in her canal. It was as if she were trying to pull him deeper. Draymond groaned again, now petting her hips.

"Good, good," he said. "now start moving, and don't stop flexing." Deia gripped the covers of the bed and began swaying her hips slowly. She focused on moving her muscles as her body rocked. The heat and clenching of her insides made her pussy a hot vice. Her juices thickly coated his large shaft, causing them to drip down her legs and onto the bed. Draymond stayed still, letting her do all the work. She was doing a great job, especially for a beginner. He took that as a great sign that her training was paying off. Her pussy was practically sucking him, wanting more. "Faster." Deia picked up her pace. The wet noise of her folds and the slapping of their flesh filled the room. She tried to focus on her muscles, but it was starting to become difficult. A pleasurable tingling broke out across her lower body. His large dick was stimulating every inch of her, and the sensations were building up. The flow of her juices increased, making her insides slicker than before. The work with her muscles was becoming sloppy, and she began whining loudly. The swaying of her hips was now uneven, and her body was trembling.

Count Draymond sighed. He supposed he was asking too much for such a beginner with only a few days of training. She wasn't used to working her muscles during pleasure, even through an orgasm. That would only come with practice. He grabbed her hips and began moving them himself. The first time he slammed her onto him, she finally let out a moan, her eyes wide. Powerful waves of pleasure were now washing over her, and she was losing her senses. Rather mercilessly, Draymond began pumping her hips forcefully, thrusting forward as he did so. His large shaft ravaged her entire canal, slamming each nerve. Deia flushed and cried out with each and every meeting of their flesh. Her pussy drooled juices constantly, encouraging him. The cascading pleasure was becoming too much, and her insides started clenching on their own.

"Oh... oh... OH! I'm gonna cum!!" she finally screamed. Draymond chuckled, laying his body on top of her. His hands seized onto her small breasts, his fingers digging into them like they were his to with what he pleased.

"Go ahead Deia," he said into her ear. "Nothing makes a master happier than hearing his slave squeal on his dick." He slammed into her as hard as he could, her whole body jerking forward until she collapsed onto the bed. The redhead shrieked and bucked against the body on top of her. A huge flood of her fluids spewed around his dick as her canal clamped tightly. With each flood of her juices, a warm pulse of pleasure radiated out of her abdomen, echoing to her brain. Her entire body flushed and trembled all over. Draymond held onto throughout the entire orgasm, nuzzling her neck. For a few moments, Deia felt overwhelming affection and gratitude for him, the orgasm rocking her mind. As it subsided, her senses returned and she felt the familiar humiliation return. This guy was keeping her enslaved and she was... enjoying it! She couldn't believe she felt that way, even for a moment.

"Good girl," the count growled in her ear. "but now it's time to pay your master back." He seized her body and turned her over. Deia was weak and covered in sweat. She couldn't fight back at all. He lifted her legs up and held her ankles over her shoulders. His large shaft plunged into her again, making sure she got a perfect view of it. He began pounding into her again, far too soon from the last orgasm. Deia grit her teeth and began whining as her face flushed. The familiar tingling sparks danced across her body, curling her toes. Her legs completely pinned her down, making her unable to move. She squirmed underneath him, unable to take the intense sensation. Her pussy, now as wet as it could be, was slick and hot. He pumped into her easily and loudly. The sound of her wet folds welcoming him in was just as loud as her moans. Her juices down dripped down her butt, soaking his balls as they slapped against her. He was hammering into her, not caring that it was too intense for her to take.

"Ohhhhh, that's a great pussy!" Draymon said, throwing his head back while he pounded. "I'm gonna cum!"

A streak of panic went through Deia. She may be a demigoddess and less fertile than humans, but she could still be ovulating at that moment.

"Please, master! Don't...!" she tried to say. Draymond snapped his head back to her. One of his hands went to her neck and squeezed a little. Fear ripped through her as she saw the sharp look in his eyes.

"Master what?" he demanded, still pounding. She hesitated a moment, tears streaming down her face again. She didn't know if it was out of frustration or the overwhelming pleasure, and she wasn't sure it mattered.

"Master... please cum inside of me!" she finally said. "I want your seed in my womb! That's where it belongs! Give it all to me!"

"Goooooood..." Draymond growled. His thrusts became erratic and he also grit his teeth. He savagely bucked against her, scraping every inch of her pussy. Unable to take it anymore, Deia shrieked and her fluids squirted upward against his dick, spewing against both of them. Draymond let out a loud groan and buried himself into her clenching canal. He dick swelled and his balls twitched against her butt. While the redhead demigoddess trembled in ecstasy, she felt something hot gush against her cervix. Their fluids mixed together as her insides overflowed. All of boiled out and oozed from where their flesh met. In her hyper-sensitive state, Deia felt each pulse of his shaft as thick ropes of his seed filled her. The count rotated his hips around, as if making sure he was burying his semen as deep as possible. They thrashed against each other, trying to make each orgasm last longer. Finally, they went limp, gasping for breath. Deia stared the canvas above the four-post bed, panting. Her red hair, wet with sweat, clung to her face and her legs were splayed open. A man she barely knew was pouring his seed in her. A few days ago she was a royal guard to Zophiel. How did it all come to this?

"That was a great job for a beginner," Draymond said, pulling himself free. A river of their mixed fluids followed after him, cascading onto the bed. Deia briefly felt relived, hoping he was satisfied. Unfortunately, he reached for the riding crop and stood at the end of the bed. "However, that little "don't" was VERY unacceptable, especially when your master was near his pleasure. Now, get on the edge of this bed and present yourself."

"M-master... please," Deia whined. "I was only surprised. I didn't meant to...!"

"No no no!" Draymond said. "No backtalk. You've earned even more. Now get over here."

Deia gulped and cried a little, this time out of dread. He whipped her so hard! With wobbling legs, she slowly crawled to the edge of the bed. She dangled her legs over the side, presenting her already welt-covered behind. Semen dribbled down her legs and onto the floor as she waited.

"You've earned ten strikes," Draymond said, pitiless. "Now take them like a good slave."

Deia whined and cried a little more. She was completely helpless. The count raised the riding crop and slashed it across her ass cheeks. She shrieked, a new welt forming. Over and over again, he struck her, a sharp cracking noise echoing. Deia actively began crying and sobbing, the pain intense. With the final whack, her ass was completely red and covered in marks. Deia buried her head into the covers of the bed, trembling and sobbing. Draymond let out a sigh and set the whip aside. She was broken, and now was the time to help put her back together. He sat on the bed beside her.

"Come here," he said in a soft voice. Deia's wet eyes turned to him, but saw a gentle expression on his face. She crawled over to him, and he grabbed her. He placed her on his lap, putting her head onto his shoulder. He kissed her forehead and stared down into her eyes.

"I only do this because I know you can do better," he said gently, wiping the tears from her face. "One day these punishments won't be necessary anymore, and you'll live a life of ease and pleasure. All you have to do is follow the mantra. Say it again now."

Deia sniffled a little, struggling to speak for a few moments. "Obey your master. Live in subservience. Yearn for him always. Feel pleasure at his pleasure. His will is your will. His wants are your wants. These chains are what you deserve. You live to serve."

"Good girl," the count replied. He then leaned down and pressed his lips onto hers. His kiss was gentle and sweet, making Deia's heart flutter. She found she wanted more moments like these, and less of the whip. After a few moments of their lips dancing together, there was the noise of a door slamming. They both looked up to see that Thomas had left the room, very quickly from the sound of the door. Draymond stared for a few moments, blinking.

"Well, I guess he saw enough," he said flatly. "Oh well, we need some quiet time anyway." Draymond held her tightly. Deia wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her head into the crook of his neck. She continued to sniffle a little as the count shushed her gently. The redhead demigoddess felt something warm spreading in her chest. The stick and the carrot were working perfectly, and soon she would crave his attention and approval. Draymond's training methods were on full display.

Thomas found himself stomping through the castle, feeling somewhat delirious. That woman was a demigoddess! Her kind looked down on humans all the time! They act like they are as superior as gods! Now she was this guy's plaything... and she was going along with it! Was it really that easy? Could a woman be controlled like that? None of this seemingly made any sense. Worst of all, Thomas was now incredibly horny. He was pitching a tent in his pants, unable to get it to calm down. All he could see in his head was the woman who abandoned him, tied up and obeying his every command. It was driving him wild.

As he walked along the hallway, a door suddenly opened in front of him. He froze as a stream of soldiers came out, talking and laughing with each other. Many of them were putting their clothes back on as they headed towards the gates of the castle. Thomas stared for a moment. That room had once been the hermitage, the place that Zophiel had assigned for the nuns that worshiped her. Dotan had said it was supposed to be used to hold the soldier's slaves. Thomas hesitated a moment before marching over to the door and going inside.

The room was covered in white marble as Thomas remembered, but all the beautiful statues of Zophiel that had once lined the walls were gone. Instead, women were laying all over the place, chained up. They huddled on the ground, defiled and covered in bruises. Some of them were sniffling and crying. It had only been a few days, and now this place was just a holding place for brothel slaves. On the marble table in the center of the room lay a single woman. It was Lyfillia, her hands in chains that were wrapped around the table itself. Her legs were splayed open and she was covered in semen. The men had been taking turns with her. She was panting and whining, their seed oozing out of her pussy. Thomas stared at her, not saying anything. He could have had sex with Lyfillia the first day of Dotan's takeover, but he held back because he had promised to be loyal to a woman who abandoned him. As the goddess recovered, she slowly sat up. Her dark eyes spotted Thomas and she saw the expression on his face. For a few moments, they just looked at each other. Then she reached to her thighs and pulled them apart, even more semen spilling onto the marble.

"Please..." Lyfillia whined. "More! Give me more! I want it!"

Thomas could feel something break inside of him. A goddess was begging for him, a GODDESS. He marched forward, desperately undoing his pants. His rock-hard erection popped out, and Lyfillia quickly wrapped her legs around him. After only a few seconds of fumbling, the head of his dick fold her folds and plunged inside. Lyfillia shrieked like a whore as all the other battered women in the room huddled lower. They had listened to the once noble goddess moan while the guards fucked her for hours, their image of her forever destroyed. Lyfillia's pussy, completely soaked from semen and fluids already, instantly contorted around Thomas's dick. He gasped and trembled, the sensation feeling heavenly. She was so wet and hot that it felt like a vice. It was the best thing he had ever felt in his life. Lyfillia grinded against him, trying to get more. Thomas began pumping his hips, the sticky noise of their union echoing around the room. Lyfillia arched her back and quivered, basking in the feeling of having her pussy violated once again.

Something aggressive filled Thomas. There was a want, a need, to fuck this useless whore. She was easy, she was asking for it, and she was nothing but a hole. The arrogant, hateful shrew of a goddess was now just a cavorting mess. Her legs were tight around his waist, holding onto him for dear life. Her pussy coiled around his dick, begging him for more. Thomas reached over her body and his hands seized her throat, squeezing tightly. Lyfillia moaned, the sound muffled by her throat.

"I own you!" Thomas cried, his hips pounding away. "You're nothing but a slave! You're nothing but a whore! Moan! Moan louder!" Lyfillia obeyed, the croaking noises from her throat getting louder. Thomas shuffled onto the table to get better leverage. He began deeply pounding down into her pussy, more fluids and semen gushing out of her and pooling on the table. Thomas wanted more. He wanted to fuck every inch of her. She was nothing more than a tool for his pleasure. Lyfillia only responded by wrapping her arms and legs around him, even as she was choked. She grinded and pumped with his thrusts, trying to get it deeper. After only a few moments, Thomas cried out as he poured his semen into her, adding it to the massive collection that was already there. All night he abused her, taking out his anger and aggression on her. She only laid there and took it, crying out for more. The sweet, shy guard was now gone, completely filled with fury and desire.

*

Gregory Haynes now sat in the guest room Dotan had provided for him. Much like the previous day, he was in a chair with his head in his hands. He had expected Dotan to do some bad things, but this was a whole other level. For the god to turn his army on his own people, simply because they MIGHT be a future problem, was extreme. Starminster, a city founded by the gods as a shining symbol for humanity to aspire to, was ripped to pieces and was burning to ashes. Gregory Haynes saw horrors he wouldn't even wish on the orcs. He unleashed his soldiers, and their fury at being underpaid, overworked, and almost losing their jobs was far higher than he imagined. The raping, pillaging, and murdering, even of children, was completely unexpected. Dotan did nothing to restrain them. If anything he encouraged them. A city Haynes had been willing to die to protect was being wiped away. The general had traded his soul for the chance to have his daughter and a real army. He wanted to throw up... but there was no way back. This was who he had thrown his lot in with.

The door to his room opened and he lifted his head, expecting Sophie-Ann. Instead, it was one of those twisted twin sisters that followed Dotan holding a tray. He wasn't sure which one it was.

"Good evening, General Haynes," she said cheerfully, as if it were a wonderful day. "I've brought your meal for you." She walked over to the table and placed the tray onto it. "If there is anything else I can do for you, please let me know."

Haynes stared at her for a moment. "I'm sorry, you're...?"

"Leia, sir."

"Right, Leia. Is um.... is Sophie-Ann available?"

An evil twinkle lit up in Leia's eye. "She has been undergoing more training. We're finished for the day, so I can certainly send her up to you. Anything else?"

The general sighed. "I just want to forget this day. I need some relief and to turn my brain off."

Leia then grinned, looking even more malevolent. "You know sir, we still have some of that special wine, the kind that drove the officers crazy. If you drink it, you can enjoy Sophie-Ann all night if you like. You won't think about anything else but the pleasure she brings."

Haynes stared at her for a few more moments. He had seen what that wine did to his men and found it kind of disgusting, but the soldiers certainly lost all feelings of decency when they drank it. No sense of right and wrong, just raw lust exposing itself. Haynes wouldn't have to consider what he had done today, or what he was going to do in the future. He would only enjoy the pleasures of the flesh.

"I would like some of that wine," Haynes said.

Leia quickly bowed respectfully. "As you wish, sir. I'll send her up with a bottle soon. Have a great night!" She then sauntered out the room, leaving Haynes impatiently waiting to forget this day.

The city burned, and those that were supposed to be protecting it were drowning in lust. Dotan's plan was working perfectly, and all the horrors in his wake seemed unstoppable.

All the loud sounds of fucking echoed through the entire castle. Everyone could hear them, including Addur. He had been left to his own devices for days, trapped in a room with no one else. All he had were his memories, which focused on those two twisted sisters and the brain-altered slave. As much as he tried, he couldn't get them out of his head. It was slowly driving him crazy and grinding away on his will. He didn't know how much longer he could stay in this room alone. Dotan pulled his strings like a puppet, even when he wasn't there.