“Up,” I order him, and he jumps to his feet and salutes me. “Why don’t you cheer for me?”
He gulps, and I watch his Adam’s apple bobbing in fear. He’s terrified, and I’m surprised he’s not pissing himself.
“I’m sorry, gracious leader. I’m nervous because I’ve never fought before. I work in the factories…”
I wave my hand in front of him to silence him. I don’t want to hear his life story and his excuses for being afraid. He could be fresh from his mother’s breast, and I wouldn’t care. All I want to know is why he isn’t more enthusiastic about my vision of a better world.
“There is no reason to be nervous. We’re all powerful here. Gods among scum. The Yi Shu want to maintain their traditions and live in peace among the other occupants of these lands. But they are all inferior to the Jīn Long, and we need to be rid of them. There is no more noble a death than to die for a just cause. You should not be nervous. You should rejoice at the chance to bow before me now, and when the battle is won, you can worship me as the new King of California.”
“I do, I do. I promise, sir.” The man lowers his head again and drops back down to his knees without my permission. He then reaches out and kisses my dust covered boots. “You are great, and I rejoice at your power. I’ll not be nervous again. I worry about my family—there’s only my mother and sister. I’m sorry, sir. I know you’ll protect them. You’re magnificent.”
My ego should be inflated at his praise, but when I look around at the other men nearby, their heads are cocked slightly, watching what is happening. Their eyes are wide open, conveying their own fears. I can’t have an army that’s afraid. We’ll be defeated before I ever get a chance to rule. They fear death more than they fear me. I’m a phenomenon greater than death, and I must demonstrate that to them.
“Get up,” I sternly order the man again. He gets to his feet, no longer worshiping me. “You mention your family. This sister and mother you speak of, are they here today?”
“Yes, sir.” He searches through the faces in the crowd and points out an older woman and a plain-looking girl of little more than eighteen.
“Follow me.”
Turning on my heels, I stride confidently toward the woman and girl while the man runs along behind me. I motion for a couple of my guards to follow.
“All of you, on your feet,” I command the other men as I walk.
When I approach the woman and the girl, they bow down to me.
“Gracious leader,” the woman addresses me.
“Stand,” I order, and they both stand bolt upright.
“Your mother and sister?” I ask the man.
“Yes, sir.”
“And your father?”
“He died in your service, during a battle with the Yi Shu. The blond demon, he killed my father like so many before and after him.”
I can hear the anger laced in the man’s words. I doubt the blond demon, the man I know as Jaxon, willingly killed his father. It would have been as punishment for some cowardly or despicable act that his father died. Jaxon doesn’t kill if he doesn’t have to. It’s a weakness I hope to exploit when I kill him myself.
I rub my bearded chin with my hand. A plait sits there as a sign of my power—it’s the longest in the faction.
“Since your father died, you’ve had to work in the factory to provide an income for your family. But now you must step up to take your father’s place in the army, leaving your mother and sister without money.”
“Yes, sir.”
“That is a dilemma. I can see why you worry.”
“Thank you, sir.” The man bows to me again. His mother and sister do the same.
“It can easily be resolved, though.”
Two of the guards with me grab the man and hold him still. Everyone around us is silent as I reach out and pull the man’s sister to me before throwing her down onto her knees on the ground.
“No,” the man screams but instantly silences when a knife is held to his throat.
“Please, no, gracious leader.” The mother must realize what I intend to do. She throws herself to her knees and pushes herself in front of her daughter. “I’ll take her place. I’ll earn the money while my son fights.”
I slap the older woman hard across the face, and she falls to the ground.
“I don’t want an old hag and none of my men will either. I’m leading us all to glory, yet I’m thwarted by obstinacy and cowardice at every turn. I will not have it,” I spit at the mother. “You want to earn money, you’ll do it on the streets of our Chinatown with the rest of the whores who’ve lost everything when their families refused to see my vision.” I pull the daughter to the forefront again. She’s whimpering as she lies prostrate on the ground, tears filling her eyes.
“On your knees, girl,” I order through gritted teeth, my words full of retribution.
She doesn’t move but cries more. Her reticence inflames my anger, and I draw the sword at my waist. Before anyone can stop me, I thrust it into her mother’s chest. The woman gags, blood pouring from her mouth as her son and daughter both scream for her. I pull the sword out, and she collapses backward, dead on the ground. The crowd takes a step back.
“On your knees, girl,” I order again, pointing my sword at the chest of man who started all this with his reluctance to praise me.
The girl scrambles to her knees and waits for what will come next. I place my sword away but motion for another guard to come and stand watch over her brother. Stepping forward, I remove my dick from my jeans.
“You’ll suck it until I cum down your throat and christen you as a whore for the Jīn Long. Your brother tells me you need to earn money? Well you will as one of the women I keep for the officers. When they tire of you, I’ll let the other men who support my vision have whatever fun they want with you on your back.”
I position my already hard dick against her lips, and she opens her mouth, knowing if she fights me, I’ll kill her brother.
“Bite me, and he’ll die.” I make sure she understands the terms of what is about to happen.
Wrapping my hands in her long black hair, I thrust into her mouth and take pleasure for myself. She gags as I push far into the back of her throat. She can’t move, pinned to the spot taking everything I have to give to her. My orgasm blasts from my balls in a powerful explosion of my dominance, and she’s forced to swallow it all.
When I’m finished, I pull out of her and tuck myself back in my pants. My point to those who follow me has been made perfectly. The reluctance of my men to cheer me had left me in a bad mood, but I’m relaxed now and ready to give the final blow to their spirits and make them eternally slaves to my vision of life.
“You and you.” I point to two of my favorite generals. “She has two other holes. You may take her virginity in front of everyone here before settling her into her new life in the whore’s quarters. Both men step forward eagerly, undoing their pants ready to give a demonstration. I turn and head back toward my platform with a big malevolent smile on my face for a job well done.
“Gracious leader.” One of my guards stops me. “What about him, the brother?”
Damn, his sister gave me such a good blow job I’d forgotten about him. I turn back to the guard and make the signal to end the man’s life, swiping my hand like a pretend blade across my throat. My guard follows my orders while the man’s sister screams in agony as she’s taken roughly and publicly by two of my generals.