The surrounding settlements of the Free City came on board, joining together to form what people came to call the Free Nation. It was still a small country by Earth terms, but over the next several years the borders expanded rapidly, encompassing all of the territory of the island that they discovered they were on and the coastline of what appeared to be a fairly large continent. Technology and culture spread from the Free City out to the edges of the Free Nation. If one were to observe from space they would see a cities developing in waves, each wave pushing out just a small bit further. In that time, Jason had kept busy, improving his abilities, mastering them rather than filling out his equipment. Much of his time was taken up by visiting settlements that had joined him or exploring and mapping out the terrain the best he could. Dungeons became mundane to him. Not only did it become a common event, but he would always go in with several soldiers, ending the thrill from the danger dungeons once posed. And the time that these outings took away from time that he could spend participating in the arena, but he came to be a crowd favorite whenever he was able to appear. Arena matches that took place in the Free Nation were now broadcast across the nation so that every citizen could watch and be entertained. Jason wasn’t the best fighter, but his ability had grown to the point that very few could reach the level of giving him a challenge and even fewer that could defeat him that he came across in the arena.
It can never be that things are as simple as they could be. While Jason was building up the Free Nation into a thriving civilization without major conflict there were those who looked on with jealousy and resentment that fueled another to try their hand at nation building. Years prior, a young man had watched the foundations being laid down. He witnessed Jason’s rise to power when any affection that he had for the young were long since thrown away and thought to himself, if Jason can do it why can’t? With that mindset the young man thought what he would need to do. He knew that the Free Nation would grow to encompass the surrounding area so he had to get far enough away that he could forge his own empire and when the time was right, take from Jason as that he had built. He traveled across the sea to the continent. Established himself as a prominent figure in the community of a city with the wealth he had built bad in Gondaluke, and solved problems with the know how of Human civilization. Bringing with him one of the automobile wagons he had a basis to build from, but he didn’t understand the fundamentals, was unwilling to give others access until he’d established himself, and just wasn’t as good as Jason at developing technology. Where Jason had Mya, Mittana, himself, and a large number of Humans that understood the basics, all the young man had was himself and what he could bring to bare.
Regardless of any failings of knowledge compared to Jason the young man was able to rise to power and take control of a city on the continent. He led a coup against the former rulers, buying soldiers with his wealth and equipping them with the powerful gear that he could get his hands on. The natives complained but when the young man implemented developments that raised their standards of living the detractors were won over. Those that wouldn’t be quietly vanished, as if they had never been there. The changes weren’t just restricted to technology or a small group of mercenaries. Weekly gatherings were held to bring the city’s people together. He’d give speeches, talk of the future of these great people, and make sure that any dissidents were made known. Soon the people had become a cult of personality. He didn’t need to order anyone erased. Just mention a name and that it displeased him. By the next day that person would be a distant memory.
Within a short time, the young man had turned a city of thousands into a cult ready to do his bidding, but he hadn’t tested his power against instinct. One day, he saw a beautiful woman with her husband. He wanted her so he took her, making her his first wife. Her husband, in anger, attempted to kill the young man, but he never made it with striking distance. He spoke a word against the ruler and that was it for him. The young man acted as if these events were beneath his notice but he kept a close eye on them. He hadn’t needed to order the husband have anything done to him. He just sat back in silence as news no longer came that the man was speaking ill of him and his rule.
If he could just take a woman to be his at will it was an amazing thrill. Any woman that he wanted could be his whether they were married, single, wanted it or not, but that wasn’t enough for him. He needed to push to the limits. So, another day he was out and about in the city. As usual people made way for him so that no one blocked his way. There were many people in the square he was walking. He’d long since done away with the need of personal guards. He didn’t need them so why have them. There were still several body guards that he had hidden in the crowd today. He wasn’t stupid enough to attempt what he was going to without a protection. He acted nonchalantly, as if he were just going about his usual day. No one suspected what his real plans were. They were just in awe of seeing the young man, the ruler of their city, the spiritual leader of their cult. All that they saw was their lord shopping. It wasn’t that he wasn’t shopping so much that it was that he was shopping for something other than what the merchants had at their stalls that lined the square.
The young man scanned over the people that were going about their business while he acted as though he was looking at the goods. He moved from stall to stall continuing to search for what he wanted until he came across one stall. The shopkeeper smiled at the young man. She was a blonde haired woman, clothed in a dress. It was clearly the best that she had as dirty and worn out as it was. The woman, through all the filth radiated beauty. Back on Earth, she would have led a life of privilege. fame, and fortune, solely based on her looks had she no other qualities. She would have married into wealth or been given opportunities by people who just wanted to be around her if only to experience her charms from afar. This was not Earth though and she was just a peasant in his city where his word was absolute and he would have whatever he wanted.
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She greeted him asking if there was anything that he saw that he liked. That was the end of her smile. The young man turned over the stall, tossing her wares to the ground, shattering and destroying them. The woman gasped, but that was all of the reaction that she had before it was cut off. The young man grabbed the woman by the top of her bodice and yanked her forward, tearing the stitches and exposing her breasts. She would have fell into him, but he stopped her, taking hold of the dress’ front and ripped it further open which pulled the sleeves down, preventing raising and against him. She attempted to escape. It was too late for her however. The young man let her pass, but just enough to step aside and get behind her. He grabbed the back of her dress, tearing it further and pulling the sleeves down to her elbows. She screamed. He took the tatters of her dress and tied her arms behind her back. The crowd looked on, frozen in horror and disgust. He pulled her back him, wrapping his arms around the woman, his hands creeping up her sides to her voluptuous firm bust, groping hard to cause pain for her. He sniffed at the women’s nape, before kissing her neck just beneath her ear while whispering to her that she was his now and there was nothing she could do. Tears flowed from her eyes as all hope that he would escape this unscathed drained from her soul. Her resistance faded and the young man’s hand were at her waist. In the next instant the skirt of the dress was torn clean off.
As tear sounded through the square someone cheered. Then all began to cheer. There before them stood one of the most beautiful women they had likely ever seen almost completely exposed to their lascivious eyes. The light in her eyes that all had felt brighten their day just minutes before was now gone. Even the tears dried up as the reality that no one was coming to save her. Even worse, they were cheering for her defilement. The young man knocked her to the ground so that she landed on her face. she could protect her face. Instinctually, she began to draw herself up back to her knees. This just positioned her head in the ground while her ass was in the air, unprotected. The young man deactivated his ARMS armor, leaving him naked behind her. His hand came down, slapping her ass. Then he stepped forward, taking her. When he finished, the young man ordered his soldiers to see the broken women and bring her back to his home, leaving the tattered remains of her dress on the ground.
The following months the women that he had taken lived with him serving his every desire. He had married both of them publicly, but their lives were nothing like the lives of wives of a great ruler. One would more adequately describe them as nothing more than slaves and sex toys whose only purpose in life was to server their master, not the young man, but his loins. None came to save them or seemed to care what had happened to them. The young man waited, but none came and so he felt it was time to push what he thought was the final line that if they allowed, they would never betray him. He ordered all of the people in his city to gather together.
The young man exited naked from his dwelling on a throne on a litter hefted by several Thisin slaves, his two wives joining him on either side each pleasuring him with their mouths. They stopped in front of the mob, being placed on a high stage. He petted his wives’ heads as he spoke, ordering that all of the children be presented to him. The peasants did as they were ordered. Every child in the city was lined up in front of their ruler.
“Strip them…” the next order came. They peasants looked to each other unsure of what to do, but the young man had been prepared for this. The soldiers went down the lines ripping the clothes off the back of every child. The parents didn’t know what to do, but they knew what would happen if they spoke up. The ruler stood and made his way down the stairs of the platform to get a better view of the children. His erection stood firm as he walked down the line at each child. Up the line, back and forth, and then he stopped. He pointed to two little girls, “Those two…” he said before returning to his throne.
The children were brought to his litter and made to sit at his feet.
“These two blessed children will come with me and they will become the wives of your god. The rest of you may return to your homes and lives,” the young man said before motioning to Thisin slaves to return him and his wives to his castle.
The crowd were in stunned silence, not understanding what had happened. The parents of the children that remained rushed to their sides, hugging them, thanking the heavens that their children weren’t taken, but the parents of the children that were all stood motionless where they had been. Their minds were broken, trying to process what had just happened, but then one of them spoke.
“Praise be, our god has chosen our daughter to be his wife.”
“Yes,” another of the parents chimed in accepting this, “only our daughters were worthy.”
From this moment on the citizens of this city held the young man as a god to be worshipped. The parents whose children were taken became high priests and the highest blessing that could be bestowed upon a person was to become the wife of their most holy god. There was no retribution ever taken upon the young man. He hadn’t anticipated that his actions would lead to him being worshipped as a god, but he now was and it suited him just fine.