Tiradates gloated at his prisoner’s stupid efforts to get to his feet. Gripped by the neck, the prick was forced back down. Earning him a hard kick in the side for good measure. Tiradates gloated over his discomfort. Shamed before one of his people.
Tiradates was yelling at the woman. Sobbing uncontrollably.
“Got it yet, you stupid cow? Know who this is?”
He snarled threatening. Feeling the power of domination building under his kilt.
“Hope of your goat-shagging nation? Drooled over like some god …?”
Tiradates had moved close. His every gesture contempt. That whole charade had not been for the woman. Just some innocent bystander. Main thing was dominating this royal brat. And driving him to distraction. Mad with his impotence.
“Well .. I’ve got news for you … Stupid bitch.”
Tiradates’s leg lashed out. His foot slammed into the slave’s guts. No warning. The force crumpled the prick forward. He swore. He cussed this general to hell. Tiradates ignored him.
“Prince Menander. Know the name? Your royal fucking-prince. At your service. Bitch.”
Only a simple village woman .. maybe she had never heard Menander’s name. But Tiradates saw the arsehole was beside himself .. angered at being forced into a slave collar. Shamed. Disarmed. Lost for what to do.
She’d spread the word. Their prince abused before her .. simple people like her .. who had put their faith in him.
“Prince? This THING look like your darling fucking-prince?”
Tiradates’s leg lashed out. It landed a forceful kick into the prick’s side .. seeing him wince at a blow from metal-studded footwear. In pain the arsehole jerked.
“Menander. No more. His name? SLAVE. That’s what he’s called. Fucking-slave.” Another smack from Tiradates’s boot jammed into the slave‘s leg.
A shove upended him. Maciste sprawled in the dirt . “No god. No hero.”
Tiradates’ studded sandal stomped down hard on his thigh. Forcing out a pained grunt.
“Flesh and blood. Kick the prick. He fucking-hurts.”