My Reward Ch16 (MC, MF, interracial, time travel, slavery)

CHAPTER 16: WAR AND PIECE

I called my advisory council into session to find out who the boss was on
Kolo Lo, and they told me his name was Shar-El. I drafted an extremely
insulting letter to him, accusing him and his people of all sorts of perfidy,
from pederasty to jaywalking, and telling them that they would henceforth be
required to pay a monthly tribute of ten pigs, twenty chickens, and one
virgin to the Mallory Empire, or face immediate and total destruction. They
had one day to capitulate.

My advisors expressed strong doubts about the wisdom of sending this message
- pointing out that it was likely to provoke Shar-El into attacking us,
killing all the men, making slaves of the children, and raping all the women,
pigs, and chickens. I told them that I expected just that reaction, and that
if we didn't get it, we'd have to think up some new insults.

A bark was sent out with the letter late in the afternoon, and early the next
morning we could see dozens of barks heading our way from Kolo Lo. All the
able-bodied men of the village, not quite a hundred total, grabbed their
spears and joined me on the rise overlooking the beach, although most of them
clearly would have preferred being almost anywhere else.

As the Kolo Lo barks drew near, we could see that they were crowded to
overflowing with men. Shar-El had pulled out all the stops and was sending
his entire force to teach us a lesson - which is what I had hoped (it was
probably telling him he was crookeder than a pig's dick that did it, or
perhaps I had struck a nerve by mentioning that he was so inept he could trip
over a cordless phone). There were probably about 1,500 men in the landing
party.

Londo, after conferring quietly (and with a few worried glances in my
direction) with some of the other council members, sidled up to me and asked
diffidently if The Great One had any orders for his troops. I replied that I
didn't - that I had invited them there merely to watch.

As the Kolo Lo army landed, we stood on the rise watching them. They stayed
on the beach, watching us watching them, until all their troops were ashore.
Then, as they began to assemble to sweep aside our puny force on their way to
a pleasant day of rape and pillage, I walked slowly down the rise to the
beach.

When I got within earshot, I shouted out, "Hi, there" (or something
equivalent), "I'm The Great One, and I'd like to see Shar-El before I kill
him."

There was derisive laughter, but no spears were loosed at me. A huge man
(size seemed to be a prerequisite for leadership in these parts) stepped out
from the group and said that he was looking forward to raping all my wives
and daughters before dinner and all my sons after dinner. I told him that he
shouldn't be putting ideas in my head.

We exchanged a few more pleasantries before I tired of the exchange. What I
had wanted was for them all to land so that we could have their boats -
although actually there were far more than we needed. Now I made them all
disappear.

I had thought that it might be much more dramatic to arm my people with AK-47s
and blow the Kolo Los to bits as they landed, but I've never really been much
into guns, and it seemed the sort of thing that would coarsen our society.
Making them disappear was so much neater and cleaner.

Most of my people had seen the same trick when I'd done it to Rohen, but they
were impressed again - if only by the scale. There was a moment of silence,
then a great cheer as my brave army charged down the rise onto the beach.
Most of them looked around, as though they could see where the Kolo Los had
gone by examining the scene from different angles.

My advisors had told me that Kolo Lo was a much nicer, larger, more fertile
island (no doubt the reason it had so many more people), so my intention was
to take it over as the new headquarters of the Mallory Empire. Which was why
I wanted the Kolo Lo boats.

I told the men to gather together the women and children, and that we would
take the boats back to Kolo Lo to take possession.

By early afternoon we were ashore on Kolo Lo, and a few boats were sent back
to bring the remaining men and the livestock and other valuables.

I then called my council together to let them know what we would be doing.
They already understood that we were taking over Kolo Lo. I now informed them
that there was to be no rape and pillage. I heard some grumbles, but then I
pointed out that we'd be pillaging ourselves, since we were taking the place
over. The grumbles died off, though they didn't disappear.

But when I said that the remaining Kolo Los were to become equal members of
the Mallory Empire, and that the women (there being pretty much no men left)
were to be allocated out among our men as wives -- that was when the shit hit
the fan.

My council was outraged. I might be The Great One, was the tenor of the
remarks, but there was no way in hell they were going to treat the Kolo Los
as equals.

There was a war within me -- between The Great One and Tom Mallory. As The
Great One, my reaction was to shut down the discussion, tell them I was the
boss, and go ahead with things. As Tom Mallory, enlightened modern executive,
my reaction was to hear out my subordinates. Tom won, and I listened.

I could understand their viewpoint, of course -- they had taken a lot of
grief over the years from Kolo Lo, they had waited patiently for The Great
One to arrive and deliver them, and now they wanted revenge. Rape and pillage
they could forego, but the Kolo Los were going to be their slaves, not their
equals.

Besides, as Londo pointed out in his cool manner, if I thought this group was
upset, I should think about the women's reactions when they found out that the
Kolo Lo women were to be their equals as wives. Good point, Londo.

As I listened, I began to come over to their view. Not because they were so
upset about it -- I could, after all, simply adjust their attitudes -- but
because I had come to this time and place to experience it. What good was it
to come to an island five centuries in the past, and impose a late twentieth
century value system? I might as well stay in Phoenix.

So I raised my hands for silence, and said, "The Great One hears his people.
The Kolo Los shall exist to serve you." Great rejoicing among the council.
Then we began the walk up the obligatory small rise to the main village
(there were a few others) of Kolo Lo.

As we reached the edge of the village there was consternation. No one, of
course, had entertained the possibility that we would be able to resist with
any seriousness their attack, much less that we would defeat and destroy
their army. There were also scenes of joy, as women who had been taken
captive by the Kolo Los were reunited with their families.

As we entered the village, I had Reward stifle any thoughts of resistance,
and had them accept that they had been defeated and now must endure the
indignities of occupation.

In the center of the village, I stopped and spoke for the first time to the
assembled crowd. "I am The Great One," I announced, "and now you are my
people, and I will care for you as I have taken care of these people,"
gesturing to my followers. "But you must obey me, or you will cease to exist,
as your army disappeared."

"Because Kolo Lo has caused great pain and suffering to my people, you must
pay the price of the wrongs you have done. We will allow you to live" (sigh
of relief), "but only so long as you loyally serve your new masters."

The women and children of Kolo Lo looked shell-shocked, but these conditions
were no worse than they had expected when they saw us entering their village.

Londo and the rest of the council took over the administrative work, while my
wives moved our belongings into the late Shar-El's palace -- pretty similar
to Rohen's, but about quadruple the size. We settled into our domestic
routine, which meant that the mats were put on the floor (although Shar-El's
were nicer), the cooking pot was put on the back porch, and I fucked my wives
-- starting this time with Parpar.

I was in the middle of butt-fucking Dorena when a shuffling of feet on the
front porch indicated that my advisors wanted to speak with me. I told Kanala
to tell them I was busy, but I'd be with them shortly.

I grabbed Dorena's hips and slammed her hard a few times, eliciting yells
that clearly told the delegation what I was busy with. A couple more good
strokes and I felt my sperm coming. I flipped Dorena over, stuck my cock in
her mouth, and gave her a high-protein lunch. Then I met with the council.

They had been debating two points. One was how to establish our control over
the rest of Kolo Lo (which I reminded them should now be called the Mallory
Empire), and how to divide up the spoils of victory -- mainly the women,
children, livestock, and huts.

There were apparently a few men left on the island of fighting age, although
almost any male over the age of about twelve had sailed with Shar-El's
ill-fated attacking party. I almost told them to forget it, that I'd just
make them all disappear, but then I decided to let them handle it -- even if
it meant a little bloodshed, it was better to let my army have some role in
the victory.

On the subject of the division of the spoils, there was initially much
shuffling of feet and many throats being cleared, before the council more or
less came to the point.

The tradition, it seemed, was that all spoils went to the chief (me) -- but
there really hadn't been much to divide up in the past.  Londo intimated that
nobody felt they had the right to complain, of course, if The Great One
decided to keep everything, but they did sort of hope that I might give each
of them a few small momentos of the victory -- a couple chickens each,
perhaps a slave or two. Of course, he hastened to add, all Shar-El's wives,
children, and possessions were mine -- no question about that. Hasty
agreement, much nodding of heads.

I let them stew for a moment as I pretended to think about it, but what was I
going to do with a thousand or so slaves, to say nothing of many thousand pigs
and chickens?

So I spoke to my council: "The Great One has heard his people, and will see
to their needs. The women and goods of Shar-El shall be mine. All other women
in this village, and the other villages as we take them, shall be divided
equally among all the men, each of us choosing in turn according to our rank.
The children will go with their mothers. The livestock and huts will be
divided the same way."

This sounded more than fair to my listeners, who cheered the wisdom and
generosity of The Great One, who modestly acknowledged their cheers and thanks
with a gracious wave of his hand.

The women of the captured village were assembled in the village center, with
Shar-El's separated out. He hadn't done badly for himself, I saw -- eight
wives, none of them dogs, and about twelve children, ranging in age from four
to maybe sixteen. Only one was a boy, a ten-year-old -- the older boys having
accompanied their father to disappearance.

There were about three hundred women in the group. There being less than a
hundred of us, each would get three choices. Londo suggested that we sit in a
circle and have the women parade past us, so we could each make up our minds
whom we wanted. It sounded like a good idea, so we sat down according to rank
(every man in the village knew his position), with Londo to my right and the
members of the council successively to his right, until the circle was
completed with a sixteen-year-old boy to my left.

The women of the island formerly known as Kolo Lo now stood, at a signal from
Londo, and began to walk toward me. When the first got within a couple feet
of me, she turned and began to walk the circle. They had to do it in shifts,
since there were more of them than of us, but a hundred or so made the
circuit at a time.

There were, of course, all types - young/old, fat/skinny, short/tall,
pretty/ugly, and everything in between, and all combinations. There were fat
legs and skinny legs, big butts and no butts, big and small tits, shapely and
saggy tits.

And when all of them had passed in review, I was so confused about what I had
seen that I couldn't remember which ones I had liked. Londo apparently felt
the same way, since he quickly ordered them to do it again.

This time I picked out a few and looked them over, finally settling on a thin
girl of about seventeen with tiny but shapely breasts, a delicious little
butt, and black almond eyes to die for.

When I beckoned to her, she came over and sat at my feet, her head bowed.

I looked at Londo. He looked back. "Your next choice?' he said.

Ah, now I understood - he expected me to take my three choices first.

No, I told him. We would each choose one, then do it again. This met with
great approval, especially from the kid to my left, who realized that he
wasn't going to end up with the three last picks.

Londo picked a young girl with extraordinarily large tits. The next selection
was a shapely woman in her early twenties, and the selection process continued
around the circle.

At last the boy to my left picked - he took a long time, the obvious winners
having been taken early, but finally settled on a girl about his own age,
rather homely (in my opinion) but nicely built.

I had been studying the remaining group - there were still a few nice looking
women left, I felt, and I chose a woman in her early thirties. She was
pleasant looking with just an okay body, but she seemed to have kind eyes.

Again the choices went around the circle, and this time I selected a rather
fat middle-aged woman who I hoped would be a good cook (on the theory that
people who like to eat like to cook). When the third round had been
completed, there were still a few women left, and I ruled that they could be
given to the men who had selected last, as compensation for their poorer
choices.

The men then began selecting houses, the council members all selecting larger
huts near mine. Since I already had the palace, I didn't participate. Then the
livestock was allocated -- pigs and chickens, water buffalo and cows. I really
wasn't interested, and I wouldn't know a good chicken if it had "good chicken"
written all over it, so I gave livestock-selection duties to Lokni, who seemed
to think she knew what she was doing.

My interest was in getting my household organized and in sticking my cock in
something -- the parade had gotten me horny.

I had some serious organizational questions to deal with, since I now had a
household of almost thirty people -- my five wives and twenty-three slaves
(Shar-El's eight widows, his twelve kids, and my three draft picks).

First things first, though. I led my new slaves into the hut (which I saw was
going to be crowded, big as it was), then took my first choice over to the
biggest mat and told her to take off her skirt. As she did so I grabbed her
small breast and massaged it, tweaking the puffy nipple.

She dropped the skirt to the floor, then looked at me with her big, almond
eyes. There was a look of sadness and resignation in them.

I told her to lie down and she did so. Then I pulled her legs apart, exposing
her small, virgin pussy, lightly covered by sparse hair. I told her to open it
for me, and she slowly, reluctantly extended her hands and spread the lips
apart, showing me the pinkness within.

I pushed her legs farther apart and lowered my head to her pussy, enjoying
her musky fragrance. I darted my tongue into her pussy, feeling her recoil at
first, then settle down as I tasted her.

I licked her a few times, just for form's sake. She was starting to respond a
little, but definitely wasn't ready yet. I was, however, and that's all that
mattered. I told Reward to lube her and hold down the pain while I climbed on
top.

I told her to put my cock in. She had mostly kept her eyes closed or averted
up until now, but as she reached for my monster, she quickly pulled her hand
away, then looked at me wide-eyed with terror. As you may recall from
previous chapters, I'm pretty patient with virgins, but today was different
-- perhaps it was because she was a clone, perhaps it was because she was a
slave -- but I didn't care about her fear or anything else. She was mine and
I wanted to have her. Now.

I told her to put it in. She took hold of my huge cock with a diffident touch
and brought it slowly to her small hole. When she had placed it there she
looked at me and said softly, "Please, sir …."

"I won't hurt you any more than necessary," I said. "Now open your legs
wider."

As she did so, I pushed in, getting to her hymen in one stroke. She groaned
with the pain, as her pussy was stretched open for the first time. I paused
at the door for just a second as I gathered her body to me and kissed her
sweet little face. Then I pushed my hips forward and smashed through her
hymen.

She cried out loudly in pain as I ripped into her. I went on, all the way
through to her cervix, where at last I rested with my cock all the way in.
She was still shivering with the last of her pain, as I raised myself up to
look down at our junction, my huge cock spreading open her tiny pussy. Then I
slowly pulled out, seeing that there were streaks of blood on my cock.

As her pain subsided, I lowered myself to my elbows and kissed her, entering
her again. She grunted with some leftover pain as I pushed into her tight
little fuckhole, then grunted again as I pulled out and came into her hard.

I wasn't wasting any time with this fuck. The parade and the thought of
selecting women to serve me had made me hot, and all I wanted was to get my
rocks off in this little virgin. I slammed into her again and again, as my
wives began to urge me on. "That's it, Great One," cried Dorena. "Fuck her
hard. Make her know she's your slave."

I pushed her legs farther apart and raised myself up to slam straight down on
her, coming down into her cunt like a pile driver, splitting her in two as she
grunted with the pounding.

At last I was ready to come, and I lowered myself to pound into her with a
rapid series of short strokes, putting my hands under her ass and pulling her
toward me as I stroked into her harder and faster, finally collapsing on her
as I spewed my sperm into her virgin cunt.

My wives cheered me, as I pulled out of her, my cock bloody with her
virginity. As soon as I was off her, she turned on her side, hiding her face.
I knew what she was feeling, even without Reward telling me -- though I had
told Reward to keep her physical pain down, she was feeling the humiliation
of being used as a slave.

I understood. But, I realized with a start, I didn't care. I had enjoyed it.

I decided not to make her clean her blood off my cock, however. I grabbed one
of Shar-El's daughters and told her to do it. The girl resisted at first, but
when poked sharply by Kanala she opened her mouth and took in my cock. She
licked and sucked reasonably well, and soon had me ready again.

I gestured for Shar-El's senior wife to get on the mat. She gave me a dirty
look, but did as she was told. I pulled her legs open, then told her to play
with herself while the girl continued sucking me.

"What do you mean?" she asked in a shaky voice that tried to be defiant.

"I mean stick your finger up your cunt and fuck yourself," I replied.

She looked around at the women (and one boy) watching her, then at me. Then
she closed her eyes and did as she was told.

She was a reasonably attractive woman, late thirties, a bit overweight. I
probably would never fuck her again, having so many alternatives, but now I
wanted to use her to fully establish my authority here. I figured that if I
controlled the senior wife I would control them all.

I stood over her with the girl kneeling in front of me sucking. The woman put
a finger in her pussy and moved it desultorily in and out. "Faster," I said.
"Two fingers."

She reluctantly did as she was told. Then I realized that it would break her
quicker to be seen as excited than being forced resistingly. So I told Reward
to heighten all her nerve endings so that every touch was like a vibrator.
"In fact," I told Reward, "turn her fingers into vibrators."

At once we could see her intake of breath as the unfamiliar vibrations hit her
fuckhole. I told the number two wife to suck her clit. Again, momentary
resistance followed by reluctant compliance. Then I had Reward turn her into a
lesbian and suddenly she was sucking and licking with a passion.

The other wives and children watched in shock as these two frigged and sucked
themselves into a frenzy. Number two threw off her skirt so she could get a
finger into her own cunt as she licked the other's clit. The senior wife was
bucking her hips as she sawed her fingers in and out of her cunt, finally just
pushing them further up where the vibrator could do the most good.

As an older woman who had had apparently more than one child, she had, I saw,
a fairly loose cunt. So now I told her to put all her fingers in. "I want
your whole hand in there," I told her.

She barely hesitated, to the shock of the onlookers. But she was so far gone
now that all resistance was ended. Slowly she added the third and fourth
finger, then the thumb, then, gradually, her whole hand disappeared into the
gaping hole. Her hand was a huge high-powered vibrator now, and she howled in
lust as she came.

I let her come down just a little, then told her to start fucking herself
again. "You," I said to the number two wife, "I want you to put your hand up
her ass." At first a look of disbelief crossed her face, but it was quickly
replaced by one of lust. She turned with enthusiasm to her task.

Meanwhile I was ready to come and grabbed the young girl's head on both sides
and began pulling it back and forth in time to my own strokes into her mouth
and down her throat. The girl gagged as I pulled her nose tight against my
crotch and deposited my sperm deep in her throat.

The senior wife now had her fist and some of her forearm well up her cunt,
and another fist deep in her ass. She was gasping with pleasure as these two
vibrator/hands worked inside her. She was nearly to her next orgasm as I
pulled the number two wife away from her, raised her legs up to her chest and
stuck my big cock up her still-gaping asshole.

She cried out in ecstasy, but also in the frustration of knowing how badly
she needed to be fucked by someone she didn't want fucking her. She was too
far gone to worry about pride now, though. All she could think about was
cock. She thrust her ass up at me to receive and return my strokes, telling
me to go faster.

Then I stopped. "Am I your master?" I asked.

She hesitated just a second, not able to bring herself to say the words. I
turned my cock, buried deep in her ass, into a vibrator, and she cried out.
Then I turned it off. "Yes," she said with a gasp. "Yes. Please fuck me."

I remained still. "Say it," I said.

"Yes," she replied, bucking her hips at me. When I didn't move she said
softly, eyes closed, almost crying, "Yes, you're my master."

"Look at me," I said, "say it out loud."

"Yes," she said, then louder, looking me straight in the eyes, "you're my
master."

I turned on the vibrator and said to her, "Kiss your master." She moaned and
wiggled her ass to get my cock deeper in her, pulling my head down to her
face. "Oh, master, please fuck me," she said.

I stroked into her hard then, and she grabbed my ass and pulled me toward her,
lifting her ass to meet each thrust.

A few more strokes and I was done with her, slamming hard into her, making her
come loudly as I poured my sperm deep into her bowels. I laid on her a few
moments, then got off and put my cock in her mouth to be cleaned. She docilely
allowed me to guide her mouth onto the brown-flecked giant cock, and took it
deep into her.

I looked around the room, pleased to see that the rest of them would need
little conditioning by Reward. They were thoroughly cowed by what they had
seen and would submit docilely to any commands.

There were still too many for me to handle by myself (as a good manager, I am
always aware of "span of control" problems), so I told my wives they could
each have several slaves of their own (though I would retain drilling rights,
of course). I took my first two draft picks, Shar-El's two oldest daughters,
and his youngest wife. The other draft pick was assigned to be the cook, with
one of the younger girls as her assistant. The boy I told the wives to share,
as their cunt-sucker. That left fifteen slaves, so I let them each pick
three.

They were just getting started when Reward informed me that someone was
buzzing my office to call me to a meeting. I told him to hold things in the
Mallory Empire in abeyance, while I went and took care of business. "I shall
return," I told them.