Taking Sparta — Gladiatrix Shame Play (4)
The Queen of Sparta would enter the games as a gladiatrix!
The rumor had turned out to be true, but the citizens still wore the faces of people who couldn't quite believe it.
The Queen herself?
Why would she bother?
Considering that the punishment for losing dwarfed any prize for winning, it still sounded like a tabloid scrap too wild to swallow.
"Kyaaah! N-not there...! Please!!"
"Yes there!!"
The day the Queen competed was no different from any other. Today's winner stripped the defeated gladiatrix of every last scrap of clothing and jammed whatever was handy into the hole she was supposed to bear children from.
The girl who'd just lost had a sword hilt rammed up her ass.
WAAAAAHHH—!!!
The crowd roared every time. Her agony and shame as they opened her rear was the very thing that pumped vitality into the Spartan people.
Han Min-guk looked down on this ridiculous bitch-show from the nobles' private balcony. The World Cup can eat its heart out.
The luxury of sitting in a VIP box and watching beautiful-girl gladiatrices put on a lesbian show. Some people would call it barbaric, but given the spirit of the age, it wasn't that strange a hobby.
"Nike, even if she's a defeated bitch, isn't riding a woman around like a horse a bit much?"
Han Min-guk pointed at the two gladiatrices whose duel had just ended. The loser had been stripped down to torn panties and then to nothing at all, and the winner had climbed onto her back and was circling the arena on her like a mount. The defeated bitch had gone scarlet with humiliation from head to toe.
"Slurp—! Haaah... what's wrong with that, Daddy?"
The Queen of Sparta, on her knees between his legs and sucking his cock, asked it like she genuinely didn't see the problem.
"A defeated bitch gets stripped of every right, doesn't she? That's Spartan tradition."
"Since when was that a tradition?"
"Oh, Daddy. Your cock's huge, so why's your memory so terrible? ♥ Even Ayra lost to you and does nothing but play dairy cow and bitch!"
Calling her own mother a dairy-cow bitch. For a moment Han Min-guk wondered whether he ought to sit his daughter down for a talk about manners, then decided against it. Hard to scold a girl who sucked dick this well.
Whatever... as long as everyone's having a good time.
Once the undercard matches had all wrapped, the main event finally arrived. The Queen of Sparta, who until a moment ago had been swallowing her Daddy's cock-drool, pulled her panties back on and took up spear and shield.
Still a Great General, through and through.
Han Min-guk thought it while running a hand over those sturdy thighs of hers. Not just a body that got him hard for sex — his daughter's honey-thighs were the kind you could actually use in a real fight. He had not the slightest doubt that Nike would put Calliope down.
"Make sure you win and deliver some justice, Nike."
"Huh? You're not actually thinking I might lose, are you?"
"Not a chance. And I wouldn't let that happen anyway."
Sharp as she was, Nike already knew this match was political theater. But before she was a queen she was a warrior, and she had no intention of becoming the kind of pathetic bitch who started losing a duel and had to be bailed out by a Daddy-save.
"This'll be the greatest match great Sparta has ever seen — and the worst day of that traitor Calliope's life!"
Nike shouted it with total confidence and vaulted down into the arena.
WAAAAAHHH—!!
A thunderous roar filled the arena to the rafters. The citizens of Sparta cheered for their righteous Queen as she stood against a detestable traitor.
CLANG—!
"Guh!"
The duel was over in an instant. Calliope tried to catch the spear Nike thrust at her and dropped her shield.
"No... this can't be happening."
Commanding troops was one thing, but in a one-on-one fight she had been sure nobody could beat her. Nike was twice the warrior she was.
"Pathetic. You picked a fight with my Daddy and all you got was a public disgrace."
"Sh-shut that filthy mouth!! A beast's daughter like you, how dare you...!"
The wound to her pride cut deeper than the fear. Wasn't Nike just some worthless bloodline Ayra had popped out after a barbarian fucked her? Calliope could not accept defeat — no. She refused to accept it.
"Then die on my spear, bitch."
"Th-that's..."
Mouth off any further and she'd die a miserable death, that much was obvious. Judging by her expression, Nike had no intention of granting Calliope a clean kill.
Why isn't she aiming at my heart... why is she pointing that thing at my womb?!
The pain would have been secondary. It would have been an extremely humiliating way to die. Even arrogant Calliope went meek under a threat that absurd.
"I lost... even if you kill me, just not a death that humiliating, please..."
"Heehee. Look at you. Cute. Then get on your knees and beg. Ask me to spare you."
Thud.
Calliope dropped to her knees as ordered. A moment later the rebel commander was rubbing her palms together and pleading.
"As a fellow Spartan, please... have mercy on me. I won't raise a hand against Your Majesty ever again..."
"See? You could have been this obedient the whole time! Now surrender properly."
Surrender more properly?
Calliope only understood what that meant when Nike tapped the tip of her spear against her armor.
Clank—!
Rustle.
Breastplate, skirt, bra, and panties all came off, and she stood naked. In front of every citizen of Sparta. Calliope was too afraid of the look in Nike's eyes to even cover herself with her hands. Naked, on her knees, she quietly put her arms behind her back.
"Pfft! You talk a big game, but strip you down and you're just another shameless bitch, aren't you?"
Nike forced Calliope's legs wide apart. She grabbed a fistful of the surrendered bitch's pubic hair and yanked hard, and Calliope screamed.
"KYAAAAAAAH!!!"
The pain made her pussy jerk toward the sky on reflex — a mortifying little display. The crowd that saw that ridiculous pose started laughing at her.
Nike piled it on.
"You sow. I worked up a sweat between my legs chasing you down."
"Hic... then what else do you want me to do here?"
"On your knees in front of me. Clean your Queen's pussy with your mouth. Slave."
"...Just kill me. Let me pay for my crimes with my life, please..."
"Want a spear through that mutt-cunt of yours, Calliope?"
Calliope shook her head hard at that. A moment later the defeated bitch squeezed her eyes shut and started licking Nike's pussy.
"Haaaahn... ♥ A lesbian bitch who sucks pussy this well should've just been a sex slave — nnnh! What were you doing playing rebel commander... ♥"
A warrior who'd raised a rebellion to seize the throne, reduced to the real Queen's masturbation toy. For the crowd packed into the arena, it was a pretty gripping narrative. The actual ancient Romans used to amuse themselves watching gladiators with their arms chopped off. Beautiful-girl-modded Sparta only differed in the flavor of its entertainment — the barbarism underneath was much the same.
The crowd roared at the sight of a warrior fallen to the rank of pussy-rag.
Spartan citizens are delighted with the match!
Han Min-guk read the system message and made a little humiliate her more gesture from the balcony. Nike, the good daughter who really would do anything Daddy said, caught the signal even through all that heat.
"Now let's see you crawl on all fours like a bitch, Calliope~"
"Hic, hhhk. P-please kill me... Your Majesty! I won't mouth off to you or Lord Han Min-guk ever again, so at least leave me a scrap of honor— mmphhh!!"
Nike shoved her pussy back into Calliope's mouth.
"Rebel. There is no way for you to die in this arena. Keep resisting and you become the Queen's personal toilet — or you admit you're a bitch and crawl on all fours."
Pick one. Just one of the two.
The instant Nike finished speaking, Calliope dropped onto all fours in a hurry. The Queen's new pet started her humiliating lap of the arena. Every time Calliope lagged, Nike kicked her in the ass.
THUD—!
"Heeuhn!! I'll run like a horse, Your Majesty, so please— haah?!"
Even groveling didn't put an end to a defeated bitch's shame. Nike started running Calliope through the same humiliation plays Daddy had put her through more than once — except Nike took them willingly because she loved him, and Calliope had been forced to spread her pussy. Those were not the same thing.
"I'm sorry, Your Majestyyy! I'm a completely defeated bitch now, so please just end the match!!"
Not content with lying on her back in the dirt like a dog, she spread her thighs wide in a posture of total surrender. Nike brought her combat boot down on the pussy showing between Calliope's thighs.
The crowd loved it, so Nike humiliated the defeated bitch even harder.
The crowd cheers with savage satisfaction at the sight of 'the traitor getting her pussy crushed by the Queen'!
About time to wrap the match?
Nike spotted Daddy signaling from the distant balcony. She flipped her spear around so the blunt wooden shaft pointed at Calliope's ass.
"Even a brainless bitch like you ought to learn her lesson after this much."
SHHLUK—!
Nike rammed the spear shaft up Calliope's ass. On all fours like an animal, ass hiked high toward the sky, a wooden pole buried deep in her anal hole — the full shame-play treatment.
"Nnghhiiiiit...!!"
By that point Calliope was making the same noises as a sow in heat. The women who'd once followed her into civil war clapped their hands over their own pussies.
One hell of an object lesson.
Hannam, seated on the balcony, gave Nike the that's enough signal. As if he were the King of Sparta himself.
It sounded like a daughter just fawning on her father, but this was a victory declaration.
The instant Nike finished speaking, system messages bloomed in the air.
Spartan citizens have gained enormous vitality from this match!
The Colosseum is producing Culture at maximum output! (+30)
Sparta's Culture output is doubled!
"Nnh... sweet."
When the match ended, a full sixty Culture rolled in. A windfall like that was rare this early in the game.
An opportunity that just fell in my lap. Might as well use it right.
I opened the system window and tapped the Social Policies tab. Add up everything Hanseong, Sidon, and Sparta had produced so far, plus what this match had just earned—
"Instant complete."
I couldn't help smiling. I let it show a little too much — enough that Calliope stopped sucking my cock to ask about it.
"Slurp, slurp! Ah... I-I'm sorry, Master! This mouth-pussy that's only supposed to suck cock went and asked a question again..."
"It's fine. We got this because you ate shit in that arena. You've earned the right to ask."
A moment later, a message bloomed in the air.
A new pillar of civilization has been raised.