Subjugating the Female Sovereign — The Bitch Empress Kneels (2)
Children of the stars, blessed by the constellation Gemini hanging in the night sky.
One of the little bitches had grown in her mother Miya's womb; the other had come from the belly of Miya's own daughter, Ximena. And yet they had emerged as twins, their faces mirror images of each other. They'd taken after their mothers — broad-hipped, deep-cleavaged. There were faint differences, of course.
"Should I draw a heart right here, Daddy?"
"Just scratch a pussy here and we're done, right, Daddy?"
The way they talked was something I could get used to in a hurry. They were Miya and Ximena's daughters — of course their mouths ran as filthy as their cunts.
Anyway, they hadn't even finished being born, so to speak, before they were in heat badly enough to volunteer for drawing Nazca Lines. The one who'd said "heart" had claimed the little-sister role. The one who'd gone out of her way to answer "pussy" was the older one.
"Carve it right here. You can finish it quick, yeah?"
I asked the twin sisters to draw me a set of Nazca Lines. Macedon's army would come pouring in tomorrow, and I intended to meet them on this plain.
That was when Miya frowned, puzzled.
"But Lord Cock, wouldn't it be better to fight inside Nazca, where we already have some fortifications?"
I'd taken her for a female who didn't do much besides shake that ass of hers. The question was sharper than I expected.
"Not against Macedon, it wouldn't."
Take a head-on fight inside Nazca — safe as it looked — and we might actually lose. The army led by Alexandria, daughter of the famous conqueror Alexander the Great, was going to be far stronger than Greece's Hoplite legions.
The reason was Macedon's unique combat unit: the Phalanx.
They used spears the same way Hoplites did, but these were elite troops carrying pikes far longer than anything the Greeks fielded. A rank of soldiers advancing in a locked line, thrusting spears more than twice their own height straight ahead — you did not want to meet a Phalanx from the front. You'd get impaled on the spear-tips before you ever closed the distance.
But a unit that strong had weaknesses just as obvious. It was a historical fact that Alexander the Great had used the Phalanx to conquer Greece, Persia, and North Africa. It was equally a historical fact that once the Roman army smashed Phalanx tactics to pieces, nobody used them anymore.
History was a game, but it had been built to reflect actual human history. And I intended to make that history repeat itself.
Ximena, born inside the game, didn't follow so easily.
"Nngh, my pelvis is killing me — it's been a while since I popped a kid out. So what's this strategy of yours supposed to be, exactly, Daddy?"
"First, I'm stationing Hannamguk's elite troops right on top of these Nazca Lines."
I pointed at the empty plain in front of us. It was bare earth for now, but the star-bitches were hard at work carving an enormous heart-shaped pussy into the ground. The method they were using was just a little embarrassing, that was all.
Well, now.
Even in the real world, the Nazca Lines were so vast and so intricate that conspiracy theories sprang up claiming an alien civilization had dropped by to draw them. I'd snorted the first time I heard that. Watching these twin pussy-sluts work, I was starting to change my mind.
"Hyaaah!! Let's take in the energy of the cosmos together, big sis! ♥"
"Hooongh ♥ Lost in this dizzy rapture… we're receiving the Star's revelation… ♥"
The naked twin sisters scissored under the moonlight — a pair of affectionate twin bitches, grinding their cunts together in a posture that defied anatomy. The more the daughters I'd raped out of my own two daughters rubbed their pussies, the more clearly the Nazca Lines etched themselves into the plain.
"Hnnngh ♥ We took the Star's power and finished the heart, Daddyyy?!"
"Hnnngh ♥ Sorry we're such heat-addled daughters, drawing pussies while the Star is watching, Daddyyy ♥"
A job that should have taken advanced surveying and backbreaking labor, the twins had waved away with nothing but faith. Dawn hadn't even broken, and a gigantic set of Nazca Lines had been carved into the earth. The only thing cheapening it was that the figure wasn't a bird or a spider — it was a heart-shaped cunt.
Unit combat strength increases in proportion to the civilization's accumulated Faith (maximum +100%)
My veteran soldiers would occupy those Nazca Lines. No matter how broken a unit the Phalanx was, going up against my elites with a modifier like that stacked on them was going to be a miserable experience.
And once Macedon gets converted to Hannamgyo, the Holy Wrath belief activates too. That meant another +33% combat strength on top. A force fighting on top of the Nazca Lines would hold out against a Phalanx for a long, long time.
Stall. That was the entire job. Stall like hell.
When Macedon's army came crashing in the next day, my elites did me proud and bought a respectable amount of time.
"Kill any bitch who resists! And any who beg — ram a spear up her ass!"
Alexandria, heir to a conqueror, bellowed the order. Our females were just as vicious.
"We have to make it back alive!"
"Yeah! Our asses are supposed to take Hannam's cock, not those bitches' spear-tips!"
Macedon and Hannamguk — neither side could smash the other. And that was when the mobile force I'd been prepping since the night before hit the enemy from the rear.
It was a wide-open plain. You could run wherever you wanted. My beautiful girl swordswomen, short blades in their sheaths instead of those cumbersome pikes, came pouring over Macedon's army from behind.
"Ghk! Why are they coming from behind—"
"—Shut up! Get ready to have your pussy-hair shaved off by Hannam steel, you Macedon bitches!"
I like to compare a Phalanx to a haughty woman. Face her from the front and she looks like she's got something going on — sour expression, arms folded under her tits. Ram her from behind, though, and that pussy is just another hole. Cock goes in on a free pass.
"We cannot lose!! For the glory of Macedon—ngh?!"
Alexandria had read the situation and tried to rally her soldiers. It didn't matter. Her Phalanx was carrying spears so absurdly long they couldn't spin around fast enough to fight.
This is insane… I'm losing to a bastard like this?
Alexandria felt her chest tighten as she watched her Phalanx units collapse without a fight under the enemy swordswomen's rear assault. Macedon's soldiers, packed tight against one another, tried to turn and ended up dropping those long pikes instead.
"The enemy's hitting us from behind! Move aside, just a little!"
"You see this spear in my hands, you pussy-slut? You telling me to throw it away?!"
"S-so we all have to turn around together, spears and all, and face the other—"
While they bickered, Hannamguk's swordswomen kept carving into the beautiful girl Phalanx from the rear. The bitches dug in on the Nazca Lines up ahead looked like they could be beaten in a straight slugging match — but before that could happen, the blades coming in from behind were about to kill them all.
Swordsman 1 ambushes Phalanx 3 from the rear! (Combat Strength +50%)
Macedon shares a religion with Hannamguk (Holy War belief bonus: Combat Strength +33%)
Swordsman 1 has annihilated Phalanx 3!
Alexandria, who had sneered at Han Min-guk and held him in contempt, felt the first real pulse of fear. This was an idiot who was meeting Macedon's Phalanx on an open plain when he should have been hiding behind walls, and yet—
"Ghhk! Spare my life, please!"
"Weren't you just talking about ramming spears into our pussies?!"
—it was Alexandria's army that was collapsing like wet paper. Sandwiched from both sides, Macedon's troops lost their nerve, surrendering or simply turning tail and running. A little more time passed, and Alexandria found herself fighting Hannamguk's army alone.
"Daddy was a warlord. So how come his daughter-bitch is a defeated female?"
"Don't you dare mention that bastard!! And don't get cocky just because you got lucky and—aaagh?!"
In the end, Alexandria took a womb-punch from Han Min-guk and dropped to her knees. She whipped her head around, hoping someone might still come to help — but her Phalanx units were busy getting their pussy-hair shaved off by enemy swordswomen, and none of them had the luxury of looking after their own queen.
W-what happens to me now?
Alexandria bit down on her lip, terrified. Losing a war was unfamiliar enough for the Empress of Macedon. That she would end up on her knees in front of a pervert like this, of all people, was something she had never once imagined.
"Kill me! Just kill me already!!"
"Nah. Those tits of yours are way too good to waste."
Vulgar to the bone, the way you'd expect from the bastard who'd founded a pervert religion. Alexandria tried to compose herself, but she was still a woman, and shame flooded her face red. The day her capital, Pella, had been converted to Hannamgyo was still vivid in her mind.
Pussies of Macedon! Even if you are raped, you must bear a child to receive salvation!
Pregnancy requires bleeding when the time comes — that is only natural. But even then, a female must serve a man. On the days your pussy is indisposed, use your mouth-pussy instead!
Three times a day! Spread your pussy with both hands and rinse the cave with water, understood? Lord Cock would rather fuck a clean female, after all!
Alexandria was the daughter of a palace maid her father had fucked because, in his words, "that ass was driving me crazy." Alexander the Great had dropped dead in the middle of an overreaching campaign of conquest, which was how she had ended up on the throne — but every time she looked at her mother, still complaining that "it hurts down there, after everything he did to me back then," the anger came boiling up.
And that was precisely when Hannamgyo arrived in Pella.
Creampied by an alpha male and pregnant on the spot! The highest honor a female can ever receive!
She had tried to ignore it at first. Then a martyr got lynched in Pella's public square, and after that Hannamgyo swallowed the entire civilization whole. Alexandria had never cared much about religion; she'd meant to shrug it off and live her life. But it wasn't one or two people. Virtually the entire population was worshipping Hannam and raising giant cock-statues. Nobody's mind stayed right through that.
She could not accept Hannamgyo's core doctrine. No — she refused to accept it.
Even if she was a sex-slave palace maid… the idea that Mother being forced to mate with Alexander, that her getting pregnant with me—
—that any of that was justified?
Helen's Greece happened to be furious for similar reasons, so Alexandria decided to use the moment to lodge a protest with Hannamguk.
Remove Hannamgyo from Macedon at once, or I will castrate you!
Looking back on it now… had she picked a fight she had no business picking?
Alexandria looked at her annihilated army. She looked at herself, saying nothing while Hannam's hands moved over her breasts, and the thought arrived all at once.
Han Min-guk pulled out his cock and tapped it against the defeated female's cheek. It was the method written in that vulgar Hannam Scripture — the way a victor showed mercy to the vanquished.
Alexandria had no choices left. Now she, too… would have to become a pussy men wanted, just like her mother.
"Kh-hhk… I've lost."
According to doctrine, a female was obligated to accept the conqueror's mercy — whether she wanted it or not.