He couldn’t fucking-believe his fucking-luck. That threat of using women as reprisals .. it had been a long-shot .. but it had worked. This weakling, this goat-shagger prince Menander …… he had wandered in. Surrendered. Demanding in exchange for his capture that the women go free.
What a prick! Who’d have thought it! What a dim fuck-arse! No Parthian would be so dumb. To capitulate to save a load of goat-shagger whores! Fucker deserved all he’d got coming. Thought he deserved to be treated better, the arsehole? Think again, goat-shagger. A slave’s a slave, royal cock or not. And no better time to face the facts. And no better tutor than your favourite fucking-Parthian! Soon have you singing the right tune.
What a fucking-turn-up! The war was over. And it was Tiradates who’d won it. He was returning home with the fucking-war won. And he had the last royal goat-shagger in chains. FUCK! He was made! The emperor would shower Tiradates with favours. He’d be up to his neck in royal rewards.
And Tiradates could now give the finger to all those stuck-up useless cocksuckers back at court. Looked down on him for years. He was uncouth, they said. Some jumped-up peasant-type. Not one of them. What did the emperor see in the useless piece-of-shit?
So who was the fucker coming back with the last of goat-shagger royal house in chains? Made to kiss the emperor’s fucking arse. He’d get the fucker back in one piece .. at any cost. Offering the emperor the chance to eradicate himself the last of this goat-shagger royal line?
Tiradates hadn’t been born with a silver spoon up his noble arse …. NO! But who fucking delivered? Who got the fucking-job done?