Harem Country Ch 05

DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY IS ENTIRELY FICTIONAL. ANY SIMILARITY TO REAL PEOPLE OR EVENTS IS ENTIRELY COINCIDENTAL. THE VIEWS EXPRESSED BY THE CHARACTERS ARE NOT THOSE OF THE AUTHOR.

WARNING: This chapter contains BLOOD, GORE, MURDER, creampie, oral, foursome, M/F/F/F, incest, mind control, rape/nonconsent (male), cheating, sexual slavery, mind break, magic, drugs, and corruption.

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Dotan gazed over his rag-tag group of guards outside of the barracks. The group had grown from a dozen to three times that. Many of them showed clear signs of having drunk the wine Dotan had provided. They had wide eyes, and their clothes and armor were disheveled. Some of them were muttering how they got to use Lyfillia, despite the fact she was passed out and covered in semen. All of them were clearly chomping at the bit to see what else Dotan could give them.

"Everyone enjoyed the wine?" Dotan asked. They all cried out in agreement. "Good. That and the communal whore were but a taste of what I could provide. You will all have access to the soldier brothels, get ten times more in pay, and get the respect you deserve!" All of the guards shouted much louder in agreement. Many of them had raised their weapons excitedly.

"HOWEVER!" Dotan screamed. His voice boomed so loudly that everyone started cringing, as if expecting him to tear them to pieces. "There are a few rules. You disobey the rules, I rip your spine out, are we clear?" There was a muttering of agreement. "I have expectations, and you know the punishment. If you screw up, no begging, no crying, no second chances. First, if someone surrenders you WILL treat them well, no abusing, no raping, no killing. If the woman is under the age of majority...that's eighteen, correct?" Several of the soldiers nodded. "Right, if a woman is under eighteen, don't touch her. They are too young, and you could permanently damage their ability to reproduce, which is the part of them that is of any worth. Merely capture them and lock them in a room. Control yourselves. If you don't, I WILL know, you got it?"

"Yes sir!" All of the guards said in unison.

"Finally, once all this is said and done, you will all kneel, swear your allegiance to me, and worship me as the one true god of humanity. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes sir!" Everyone shouted much louder that time.

"Good. Where did Seth go?" the god sounded particularly annoyed. As if right on cue, the high priest returned, dragging Thomas in his wake.

"Forgive me, my lord!" the high priest shouted. He too appeared annoyed. "I had to assist the other guards. This soldier was reluctant to answer the mustering call." Seth pushed an incredibly terrified Thomas in front of Dotan. The young guard cowered, looking confused. Judging from his expression, he was feeling the effects of the wine from the day before, but he was trying to deny those desires. Dotan narrowed his eyes.

"And where were you?" he asked.

"Uh...um..." the young man stammered. He looked as if he were about to piss himself or pass out.

"He was hiding in a closet." Seth said flatly.

"Hiding in a closet." Dotan repeated, as if he didn't believe it. Thomas shrank back even further, his entire facing burning up.

"Do you know how to read and write?" Dotan asked.

"What?" Tom asked weakly.

"I said, can you read and write?" the god repeated.

"Y-Yes my lord." the guard replied.

"Good." Dotan reached onto a table and seized a stack of papers, a quill, and a jar of ink. He shoved them into Thomas's arms, nearly knocking him over. "You write down everything I tell to, got it? It's your job to follow me around from now on."

"O...okay...sir..." Thomas whined. His weak attitude made Dotan want to squash him...but the god had a plan for turning him around. It was like Dotan's version of a hobby. Of course, there was always the possibility he bit off more than he could chew with this weak excuse for a man. As Thomas tried to organize all the things Dotan threw at him, the god turned to his high priest.

"Did you get the box?" he asked curtly.

"Yes, my lord." Seth replied. Two other guards walked into the room, carrying a large wooden crate. Dotan opened it and grinned widely. Inside were a large collection of the collars that he had made. Most of them appeared to be made out of steel or iron. Only a few were made out of the silver metal that Lyfillia and Malona were now wearing. The god took the special ones out of the box and attached them to the belt around his waist. He turned the container around to show the guards. They briefly crowded around, trying to see.

"From this day forward...Thomas, write this down!" Dotan said, snapping. The mortal juggled his papers for a moment before getting the quill and ink ready. He then put the quill to the paper, he anxiously began glancing between his work and the god. Dotan growled at him but continued.

"From this day forward," Dotan said authoritatively. "Adult females of this country must wear these collars at all times. They must immediately submit to their husbands or the closest male relative and become their property. They are slaves to the stronger sex."

All of the guards except one hooped and hollered. Thomas was busy scribbling with his quill and looking terrified.

"Now then, as King I hereby seize the property of this castle." Dotan continued. "And since women are now property, I am seizing them as well."

The guards issued a chorus of cheers, raising their weapons.

"I hereby order the guards to seal the castle doors." the god said. "We are going to go room by room, giving these slaves a choice. Submit willingly and receive the mercy of being sold to good owners...or join Lyfillia in the slave brothels."

The guards gave their loudest cheers yet. Despite wearing armor, it was obvious that some of them already had erections from the way they were standing. Dotan turned towards Thomas, who was still frantically writing.

"Did you get all that?" the god asked bluntly. Thomas scribbled for a few moments before lifting his head.

"Yes...my lord. I got it." he said, showing his work. Dotan glanced at the indecipherable chicken-scratches, before giving Thomas an incredulous look.

"Rewrite them legibly later, got it?"

"Y...yes sir." Thomas replied.

"Sign and date the order." Dotan added. "Now then, I think I've made you all wait long enough, haven't I?"

All of the guards practically screamed at him in excitement. The god began pointing at several of them.

"You. You. And you. Lock and guard the entrances. Don't worry, I'll make sure there are some fresh whores saved just for you."

"Yes sir..." the selected guards said, less enthusiastically. All the same, they marched out of the barracks.

"Alright..." Dotan began, rubbing his hands together. "Where do those bitches that worship Zophiel stay?"

"You mean the hermitage?" one of the guards offered up. "It's in the west section. There's a Head Matron and a constant cycle of young and pretty girls obsessed with being virgins going in and out."

"Well, they won't be virgins much longer." Dotan said. "That is our first stop."

All of the women of the hermitage were sitting at a marble table. In fact, the entire room was cast in marble, with statues of Zophiel covering the walls. The dozen or so women had their heads bowed and their hands clasped in prayer. They had been in prayer to the grand feminine that was Zophiel all morning. They were abruptly and rudely interrupted. The door to the hermitage was blown apart. Many of the young women, clothed in gray cowls, scuttled away, screaming. The Head Matron, wearing a white cowl, jumped up from her seat, an alarmed expression on her face. A large, grinning man entered the hermitage, instantly defiling it. Royal guards followed after him, flanking him on both sides. They had devilish expressions on their faces.

"What is the meaning of this!" the Head Matron cried. "This place has been consecrated to the great femininity of women! You are defiling this place by entering!"

"That just sounds made-up and stupid." the large man said. "You'll have to pardon my intrusion, my name is Dotan, and I am the new king of Altea."

"Madness!" the matron replied. "Lady Zophiel is the eternal queen of Altea, and insulting her Head Matron is a crime! Leave now and repent, and I'll ask for leniency!"

"I'm afraid I have some bade news," Dotan began. "You are not in charge anymore, and I have a feeling you need a wake-up call to that effect."

In the blink of an eye and with inhuman speed, Dotan flashed across the room. He seized the woman by her neck and hurled her back towards the guards. She flew as if she were lighter than a feather.

"Catch her!" Dotan cried at the last second. The guards were just fast enough to do that. Two of them seized her and forced her on her knees. The guards jerked her cowl off her head, showing her appearance. They then grabbed her hair and pulled her face upwards to look at Dotan.

"He's a god!" one of the nuns cried.

"What are we supposed to do?"

"We can't fight that!"

"Stay strong sisters!" the head matron cried. A split-second later Dotan was in front of her face, clearing the distance instantly. He was inches away, his blazing amber eyes burning holes into her.

"An ant can stand strong against a bull." he said. "But what would it accomplish?" The god glanced across the woman's face. "You know, you're not that old. What are you, 33, 35?"

"My age is irrelevant!" the matron cried. "This is your last warning! Lady Zophiel..."

"Is gone." Dotan finished. "She's not coming to help, and Lyfillia has already taken her rightful place as a whore for these soldiers."

All of the guards laughed, while the matron appeared disgusted.

"Impossible!" she cried.

"Well, I think you'll find a lot of things are possible now." Dotan stated. He then put his hand to her forehead. A few of the guards laughed, already knowing what would happen. There were a few seconds of his palm glowing...

Then Dotan stopped. He made a revolted face and lifted his hand. The matron looked the same as she had previously, with no magic seal on her forehead.

"What have you done?" Dotan asked.

"What are you talking about?" the woman asked.

"Your womb is empty, there is nothing there." the god stated.

"I wouldn't expect you to know! I had my uterus removed!"

Dotan narrowed his eyes at the woman.

"Was it diseased?" he asked flatly.

"No. I removed my womb to truly understand what it means to be a woman. I am no longer bound by traditional values of womanhood. I am free to grow as a woman truly should, unbound by the belief that I bear children for men's pleasure! I can worship Lady Zophiel wholeheartedly and truly understand femininity now! The great queen herself approved of my pursuit! These women here will follow in my footsteps once they have taken their vows! There's nothing you can do to stop us!"

"Oh, there's a lot I can do to stop you." Dotan said. "More to the point, you took out the one thing that made you useful in this world. You are nothing but a useless sack of flesh, unable to pass on your blood to another generation, and you want a fucking award for it. You were still young enough to be of some use to a man, but no longer. You won't serve a man, you won't bear him any children, and you won't obey him. You...are worthless to this society and a poison on it. So, you know what I'm going to do?"

"Please tell me, so that I can have Lady Zophiel punish you ten times over!" The matron cried.

"I'm going to kill you." Dotan said matter-of-factly. Without another word, the god reared his foot back and kicked her directly in the stomach. The two guards that were holding her down threw up their hands and jumped backwards. They both saw the horrifying sight of her back breaking in half behind her. The matron coughed up a torrent of blood and collapsed onto the ground, desperately trying to breathe. Dotan didn't give her the chance. He raised his foot up and brought it smashing down onto her head. Her skull smashed open like a watermelon, splattering her brains all over the ground.

All of the girls in the room screamed and huddled together in a corner. Dotan was blocking their only exit. Even the guards seemed stunned by how quick and callous that was. The god calmly lifted up his bloody shoe and shook it around, like he had just stepped in mud. He turned to the huddling young women, who appeared pale and ready to faint.

"Fortunately for you girls," Dotan began. "I have no intention of killing you. You still have what makes a woman useful and you're all young. So, I'll give you an option." Dotan motioned to one of his guards. The one he indicated stepped forward and held out several collars Dotan had brought. "You can submit to me and wear these collars. You will become my property and at a later date I will be sure to sell you to some well-off men where you will likely want for nothing. You will serve them, please

them, and give birth to their sons or slaves. Or...you can refuse, in which case I will let these guards have you...and they will make you submit to them instead."

Many of the guards licked their lips and gripped their weapons tight. A few of them were already undoing the armor they had on their waist.

"I am giving you a choice." Dotan reiterated. "This is the last one you will ever have. Submit to me or face the consequences."

Many of the nuns huddled in the corner began crying. The one who was apparently the oldest stood in front of them with her arms out, as if shielding them.

"My lord...please..." she began, trying to get on his good side. "We have taken vows of chastity and femininity..."

"Those two are now opposites." Dotan replied curtly. "Being feminine means you are weaker, subservient, and fertile. As your king, I'm declaring your vows null and void. Make your decision, me or them?"

The guards around Dotan snickered, seemingly in delight. Several of them were already opening their pants, eager to get started.

"My lord...we can't...please..." the nun said desperately, tears coming down her eyes.

"Three." Dotan said.

"Please! Have mercy!"

"I am. Two."

"You can't do this! We're nuns of Lady Zophiel, we cannot be touched!"

"One."

"No! No! Wait!"

"And zero." Dotan turned and motioned for the guards to get out of his way. "Have at them boys. Once you're done, put those collars on them and keep them chained up in the barracks for later use." The god began walking out of the room. "And clean up that useless dead sack of flesh on your way out. I'll make this room where you keep your whores in the future." The god then left the wailing women at the mercy of the guards as he walked down the hallway. He ignored their screams as the guards attacked them.

Dotan calmly marched down the halls of his new castle. Thomas was bumbling behind him, trying to balance all of the things he was carrying. Dotan stopped and turned to him. Thomas cringed, expecting to be berated.

"New decree." Dotan said flatly. Thomas quickly got his quill ready. "Any woman who willingly surrenders will be treated kindly and remain unharmed. They will either be returned to their husband or closest male relative as a slave, unless it is deemed they will be sold for the benefit of the state. Got it?"

Thomas jotted on the paper as quickly as he could. "Yeeeesss...sir!" The docile guard looked back up. "A-Anything else sir?"

"Not at this time." Dotan scoffed. He turned back around.

There was an explosion at the end of the hall. Two large doors were blasted apart, sending a cloud of splinters through the air. Although Thomas nearly fell over with shock and dropped everything, Dotan didn't even budge. Two of the guards came stumbling into the hallway, bleeding from various places.

"There they are." Dotan said flatly.

"They?" Thomas squeaked.

"The real royal guard. Zophiel wouldn't have stripped all protection from herself. She likely kept some demigods around just in case she was attacked." The dark god began resuming his march. "I figured they were hiding among her servants." Thomas scrambled to pick up all of his writing materials before chasing after the god.

Dotan emerged into what appeared to be a large ballroom. He stood on the top of the staircase and watched a pathetic display. The guards were stumbling around three women, who stood in the middle. Every time the guards attempted to attack them, the women would strike, sending the men careening into the walls, dozens of feet away. They were so addled by the tainted wine they weren't seeing sense and kept up their assault

"STOP!" the god bellowed. All of the guards instantly halted, and all three of the women turned to see him. "All of you get out, find different women!" The guards groaned in relief and scattered, heading towards the doors. The three women turned towards him, standing in battle stances. Dotan briefly gave each one a glance. They were quite beautiful, one was blonde, one was a redhead, and one had black hair.

"Well, well, well," Dotan began, walking down his staircase. "it's nice to meet the real royal guard."

"Surrender now, and we'll ask Zophiel for leniency!" The blonde demigoddess cried.

"Oh, we are WAY past that." Dotan said, reaching the bottom of the stairs. "Actually, if the three of you surrender and agree to submit as slaves to your men, I will make sure you get good owners." Each of the women's faces contorted into a mix of disgust and horror.

"That's revolting!" the blonde shrieked. "We are proud, independent women! We would never do that!"

"Yet you were living off of Zophiel." Dotan chided. "So very, very, independent."

"Surrender or we will kill you!" The redhead cried.

Dotan casually took a mythrazite collar from his waist. "Better deal: put on these collars, swear to submit, or I will beat you down."

"I've heard enough of this!" The blonde shouted. With inhuman speed, she surged forward. Dotan's eyes easily followed her movement. She leapt up when she reached him and kicked with all of her might. She struck him in the neck with a deafening pop, clearly meaning to shatter it. Dotan didn't even budge.

"Nice kick." he said flatly. His hand shot up and seized her ankle. He then whipped her around like she weighed nothing. He slammed her onto the ground with such force that the marble floor shattered. The blonde let out a painful shriek that caught in her throat. She twitched a few times and then coughed, struggling to breathe, not moving. The redhead and the brunette took a step back, their hands up.

"What?" the brunette asked.

"He's...he's a god!" the redhead shrieked. She abruptly began sweating.

"We should combine our powers!" The brunette cried.

"But...but even with both of us...!"

"Just do it!"

Both of the women held their hands out. Two bright bursts of energy shot at Dotan. The god held his hand up casually. The stream struck him, and split in all different directions, dissipating. This continued for several moments, with no change.

"He's too strong!" the redhead screamed.

"Push harder!" the brunette cried. They both grimaced and their streams of light got brighter. The only change was that Dotan's hand trembled a little.

"Ooooh!" he said with a smile. "Both of you are quite strong, a pity you had to be born women."

"You won't win!" the brunette replied.

Dotan only grunted. He flung his hand, almost casually. He created a powerful shockwave that disintegrated their beams and exploded across the room. When the blast struck the women, they were blown backwards until they hit the marble wall far behind them. Both of them fell to the ground, groaning.

"So much fire in your bellies, if only you could focus that in the right direction." Dotan said with a shrug. "Pity I have to scramble your brains." The god began to casually walk forward, twirling a mithrazite collar by its chain as if he were on a casual walk. The redhead got to her feet first. Her face was as red as her hair, and she appeared panicked. She whipped her head around, desperately looking for an escape. Dotan was too near, and the windows too far. For a few seconds, she was seized with pure panic. Then she kneeled.