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The exalted son of Ra, high priest, and ruler
of the true
Her body, although erotically curved was also
lean and fit. Smooth muscles
moved beneath her satin smooth skin and her bearing was that of a
warrior. She stood straight and
tall. Even though heavily bound
and restrained by four soldiers she reminded him of a leopard ready to
pounce.
But she was also completely
exhausted. Only pride and iron
will was keeping her on her feet.
Her magnificent body was covered with cuts and bruises and the sound
of her laboured breathing was clearly
audible. A few more minutes and
she would collapse.
For what she had done she deserved the most
painful and degrading death imaginable.
Up until he had seen her Ramses had a number of these in mind, but
all thoughts of her execution were laid aside the second he saw
her. Perhaps one day he would
execute this woman, but he was going to enjoy her
first. And enjoy her in all the
ways his inventive mind could imagine.
There was a bit of a
problem. The high priest thought
she might be a demon from the underworld.
There was no other way to explain her ability to defeat so many
soldiers. The priests wanted
her sacrificed to appease the gods and he had to admit that the thought that
this mysterious white woman might be some sort of evil spirit had occurred
to him. But his lust was stronger
than his superstition. He would
have her first; then perhaps he would turn her over to the
priests. First though she would
need time to heal. She was far
too filthy and beaten to be worthy of a pharaoh’s bed in her present
condition. He clapped his hands
ordering his personal servants forward.
Two huge men seized her arms and escorted
the adventuress from the room.
Actually, assisted would be a better word, as Larra was almost
finished. The flight and the
fight in the desert heat had left her close to
fainting. She was taken deeper
into the building through several heavily guarded doorways and down several
flights of stairs. It appeared
that she was being returned to the dungeons, but this time she was sure it
would be much more difficult to escape.
To her surprise, however, she was taken to a small room where she
was forced to her knees. It did
not require much pressure; Larra was so close
to passing out that she almost
fell down by herself. But it
soon became clear that her captors were taking no
chances. As she knelt helplessly
on the marble floor one of the guards produced set of gold shackles which
they quickly clamped about her ankles.
The shackles had no lock, but that was quickly remedied by forcing
a pin through the staple and hammering it
closed. A set of manacles was
then produced; constructed of gleaming gold like the ankle
shackles. These were fastened
to her arms just above her elbows.
She had to be laid on her side in order for the pin closing the manacles
to be hammered flat. Both the
shackles on her ankles and those on her arms were connected by a short length
of gold chain, the links connecting her arms passing behind her
back. Only when she was secured
with the chains were the ropes binding her cut, allowing her limited freedom
of movement.
She was hauled to her feet by the Nubian guards
and dragged back the way they had come.
Freed of the constricting bondage she had been subjected to when she
was captured, Larra found that she could now move her arms, but only in a
very limited manner. The gold
links connected the arm shackles to one another behind her
back. It allowed her to move
her hands as far as her mouth so that she would be able to feed herself,
but any attempt to fight would be almost
impossible. Similarly the chains
linking her ankles enabled her to walk, but made it impossible to kick or
run.
In spite of her exhaustion Larra wondered
where she was being taken. She
had expected to be returned to the dungeon or even worse taken out and executed,
but the area of the palace she was being taken through was luxuriously furnished
and did not resemble a prison in any way.
A few minutes later she found out why it was so heavily
guarded. Entering a final doorway,
past four huge Nubian guards, she found herself in a richly appointed room
full of nude women. Larra realized
she was in the harem of the Nubian pharaoh.
Several dozen pairs of eyes turned her
way. An elderly woman approached
and spoke to the guards. A short
conversation ensued and then the older woman snapped her
fingers. Immediately five serving
girls came forward. Taking hold
of Larra’s arms they moved her into a side doorway, followed by the
two guards. The room they entered
appeared to be a large bathroom and several naked young women were splashing
about in a large pool. The older
women clapped her hands and motioned that they should
leave. Within seconds, only Larra
and her escorts were in the room.
The serving girls guided her toward the
pool. It was so large that it
was clearly intended not just for bathing but probably for cooling off in
the intense desert heat. As she
was immersed in the cool water, Larra felt an immense sense of
relief. It seemed she had never
felt anything so good, but she was not allowed to relax; her female attendants
followed her into the water and began to give her a thorough
scrubbing. Larra felt a little
guilty as the water about her clouded with the filth from her body, but she
was too tired to really care. As the dirt, sweat, and blood was washed from
her body she relaxed in the arms of her
handlers. What would happen to
her later she did not know or care.
She would deal with that when it
happened. For the present, she
simply relaxed, conserving her strength.
Sooner or later she would get a chance to escape and she would need
to be able to take advantage of it.
With a sigh she allowed her body to slip deeper into the pool and
closed her eyes.
“So it’s time,” Larra
thought. She really didn’t
know how she was going to deal with the
situation. The Nubian Pharaoh
had left her alone for a week. She
had used the time to heal and learn some of the Nubian
language. She found that the
other members of the pharaoh’s harem kept well away from
her. Apparently her reputation
as a violent savage had followed her.
But the servant girls could not avoid her and she used them to pick
up a good deal of the language.
Although far from fluent, Larra had a pretty good working knowledge
of the language and actually understood more than she
spoke. It was something she had
always been good at. At the age
of four she had shocked her parents by speaking fluent Japanese which she
had picked up from the Japanese house
servants. After that it was onward
and upward. She now spoke several
dozen languages, including some very obscure African
dialects. Learning one more was
almost second nature to her now.
She had also learned quite a bit about Nubian
society. First and foremost,
her hosts or captors, depending on which way she viewed them, did not regard
themselves as black Africans in spite of their skin
colour. They considered themselves
the rightful heirs of the great Egyptian civilizations of the
past. Cut off from the rest of
the world for centuries they guarded their isolated society against all
intruders.
She had also learned something equally
amazing. It turned out that there
was a second civilization contained within the maze of canyons and valleys;
this one also claiming to be the rightful heir to all things
Egyptian. The two civilizations
had been at war for hundreds of years with neither gaining any
advantage. It was here where
Larra entered Nubian myth. The
Nubian Pharaoh had seized on her as an omen of
victory. It was his belief that
by taking her to his bed he would win the support of the gods and triumph
over his rivals.
With her limited vocabulary it had taken Larra
a little time to learn all of this.
But she was aided in her inquiries by a sympathetic serving girl who
had been impressed by the fact that Larra, of all the harem women, did not
treat her like dirt. She found
the pharaoh’s misconception
disturbing. Although flattered
to be considered a sign of the goodwill of the gods, she was in no rush to
mate with the pharaoh. In spite
of the honour, she had no desire to prostitute herself merely to remain on
his good side.
But as she was escorted to the pharaoh’s
living quarters, it appeared that she had very little
choice. Her golden chains made
it impossible to defend herself, and escape from the two giant bodyguards
that marched on either side of her seemed very
unlikely.
The door to the bedchamber swung wide and
Larra was escorted in. She was
still very self-conscious about her
appearance. Although proud of
her physique, she was not used to so much of it being on display all the
time.
She wore only
jewelry. Apparently it was the
appropriate attire for Nubian slave
girls. About her waist was clasped
a heavy gold chain. Similar ornaments
adorned her wrists, throat, and ankles.
Tiny bells attached to the chains jingled as she
moved. Her hair, which she usually
wore in a long braid, had been combed out and shone with copper
highlights. It reached almost
to her waist and swirled abut her body as she
moved. About her brow was another
circlet of gold studded with emeralds.
This she had been informed was a sign of the pharaoh’s
favour. To ensure that she gave
no trouble, an additional restraint had been secured about her neck in the
form of a gold collar and chain.
She was led forward like a dog by the pharaoh’s personal guard,
sent to summon her to his august
presence.
The two huge guards that flanked her were
armed with swords and spears. She
had learned that these men were eunuchs, trusted in the presence of the
pharaoh’s women only because they could not perform
sexually. It did not mean that
they could not fight, however.
Larra felt that they would be formidable
opponents.
The pharaoh awaited her sitting on a divan
next to a table laden with food and drink.
She was led into the room by
the two guards, who escorted her to the
bed. There they securely fastened
the chain connected to the collar to a metal staple on the frame of the
bed. It was long enough to allow
her to stand, but she could not move a step from the
bed. Then the two guards turned,
and bowing, left the room and closed the
door. She was alone with the
pharaoh. Well, almost
alone. Four naked girls moved
large palm leaves over them, creating a cooling
breeze. She stood defiant before
him, refusing to bow as she had been told she
must. To be raped was bad
enough. She would not cooperate
by degrading herself further.
Ramses XVII studied the remarkable woman seated
on the pile of cushions across from him from beneath half closed
eyelids. He pretended to eat
and drink while his eyes swept over her.
Many things about this woman fascinated
him. When he had first seen her
he had been struck by her height.
She was taller than any woman in his court, and better endowed than
most. Her breasts resembled succulent
melons and her nipples sweet berries.
His mouth watered at the thought of tasting those delectable
buds.
Although quite heavily tanned, she was lighter
skinned than anyone in his court.
And the some parts of her anatomy were creamy white, especially her
breasts and loins. As she shifted
her position slightly her breasts swayed.
He licked his lips as he pictured cupping those soft warm
cushions.
And what incredible eyes she
had! They blazed like
amethysts. He could almost sense
the fire burning within her. This
woman would not go meekly to his bed.
She would have to be forced.
Somehow that idea excited him even
more. It would be like taming
a lioness.
He noted that her womanly curves disguised
powerful muscles beneath her velvet skin and she moved with the fluid grace
of a gazelle. He had the feeling
that she was like a bent bow waiting to release its energy to the
arrow. This woman was not only
incredibly beautiful, but was also very
deadly. She exuded a sense of
danger. She was unlike any other
female he had ever met. Rising
from his divan he moved toward her.
Larra awaited
him. There was nowhere else to
go. She studied him more openly,
her eyes bold and unafraid. Taller
than she was by several inches, the pharaoh was an impressive figure. Numerous
gold ornaments decorated his arms and ankles and his waist was girded by
a golden belt. He wore only a
short kilt that left most of his legs bare and revealed his muscular
torso. Under different circumstances
she might have found him interesting, but it was difficult to view the man
who wanted to take her against her will with anything but
revulsion.
Slowly the pharaoh moved toward Larra, moving
around her like a jackal circling a potential
kill. Larra tensed
slightly. Even chained she was
not entirely helpless, and she had a plan of sorts, but she needed one more
element for it to succeed. Somehow
she had to get the pharaoh completely alone, and that would not be
easy. Ever since she had been
added to the harem she had been closely watched, treated almost like a wild
beast. It was one of the reasons
why none of the other women in the harem approached
her. She was regarded as some
sort of savage. If it had not
been for her beauty and white skin she was sure that she would have been
kept in an iron cage. The girls
operating the fans were a problem.
It would take them only seconds to alert the guards if she tried anything,
and there was no way of dealing with
them. She was not about to assault
four innocent slave girls just so she could
escape.
Ramses made his
decision. He would have this
woman. If she resisted she would
be punished. It was an event
he was actually looking forward to.
Larra sat calmly on the
bed. She had very little
choice. Escape was almost
impossible. “Why has the
mighty pharaoh chosen to treat me thus?” she asked in the formal language
of the court. “I came to
thy country in peace and was set upon like a common
bandit.”
“Thou didst attack my guards and most
grievously kill and injure many,” the pharaoh
replied. He was most impressed
by the barbarians’ command of the court
language. A week ago she had
spoke only some barbarian babble.
Now her accent was almost flawless.
“I sought only to escape the cruel
imprisonment and vile treatment of thy
guards. I expected a better welcome
from so great a pharaoh.”
Ramses
frowned. “Seek not to prescribe
protocol for the pharaoh. Thou
art a demon and must be tamed.”
Ramses moved as he spoke, circling behind
Larra. Warily she watched him,
trying to turn and follow him, but there was not enough play in the chain
for her to move more than a foot or so.
If he decided to attack there would be no way of avoiding
him. He smiled at her, clearly
enjoying the game of cat and mouse.
“This hardly becomes a great pharaoh,”
Larra said. She tried to break
the gold chains that held her, but they resisted just as they had resisted
all the other times she had tried to snap
them.
“Tormenting a helpless woman is far beneath
the dignity of any man,” she
continued.
“Tormenting?
Thou art a demon and far from
helpless. Only a great pharaoh
can tame thee and I intend to do
so.” He stepped toward her,
forcing her back onto the bed through sheer
strength.
It was the opening Larra had been waiting
for. She brought her knee up
between his legs. Fortunately
for Ramses the ankle chains restricted her
movement. She caught him where
it hurt, but the blow was not disabling.
“Demon!” screamed the pharaoh, clutching
his gonads. He was doubled over
in pain, but still able to move beyond Larra’s
reach. The door to the room opened
and the two huge eunuchs thundered in.
“The demon attacked me,” screamed
the pharaoh. “She must be
punished. Tie her to the
bed.”
Larra assumed the best defensive position
she could. Chained to the bed,
her movements were limited.
Feigning fear she backed her body across the bed while the two huge
men closed with her. She caught
the first one lunging toward her.
Leaning back on her elbows she launched her lower body like a javelin,
smashing her pointed toes into the eunuch’s
diaphragm. The impact stopped
him in his tracks and hurled him across the
room. He struck the wall with
a thud and slid senseless to the floor.
Unfortunately, she was not able to leave the
bed to deal with the second guard.
Seeing the fate of his companion he backed
away. The pharaoh, his fade twisted
with rage screamed at the now cautious
eunuch. “Get her you
fool. She is but a
woman!”
Rolling his eyes in fright, the huge guard
ignored his master and instead stayed where he was, his eyes fixed on
Larra. Ramses screamed almost
insanely, yelling for more guards.
His enraged shrieks were soon
answered. Several more of the
huge harem guards charged into the room.
“Subdue her,” he ordered, pointing a trembling finger at
Larra. “Bind her to the
bed.”
Larra twisted her body in an attempt to fight
off her attackers, but they came at her from all
sides. As she struck out with
her feet at the closest man, two others moved in and pinned her to the
bed. Within a few seconds they
had immobilized her powerful thrusting legs, and looping ropes about her,
lashed her face up to the bed.
Lara fought desperately, refusing to surrender
until her arms and legs were completely
pinioned. Only then did she lay
quiescent, her breath puffing from her lungs like a
bellows. Ramses moved over to
the helpless woman. “Demon,
thou hast sinned against the pharaoh and will be punished, first with pain
and then with the mighty spear of my loins.”
He picked up a length of leftover
rope. “Lift and spread her
legs. I wish to punish her
sex.”
“Thou art a true coward,” Larra
gasped as her legs were untied and pulled
apart. She was helpless to resist,
each leg in the grip of a huge eunuch.
The men seemed to know exactly what to do and she guessed that the
brutal pharaoh had probably amused himself this way
before.
“Thou art not a woman,” replied
the pharaoh. “No woman fights
thus unless possessed by a powerful
spirit. But I am
pharaoh. I can tame that
spirit.” He raised his
arm.
The rope made a swishing sound as it cut the
air. Larra was helpless to avoid
it. She was tethered to the bed
by ropes crossing her breasts and belly, and each leg was pulled back almost
to her shoulders, spreading her and exposing her nether region and
backside. The rope struck with
agonizing force, the full power of the pharaoh’s arm behind
it.
The first blow was delivered across her buttocks
and was far more painful than she
expected. Ramses had soaked the
rope in water and there was absolutely no give to the heavy
cord. She made no sound however,
other than a quick intake of breath as the rope left a nasty welt across
her backside. Ramses
frowned. He had expected a scream
of pain, but this incredible woman seemed impervious even to his most vicious
attack. Compressing his lips
he drew back his arm and struck again.
This time Larra gasped as the rope came down
upon her genitalia. Her vulva
was slightly spread due to the almost impossible position of her legs, and
Ramses with practiced skill brought the lash right down in the centre of
her cleft. It was as if someone
had kicked her in the groin, sending a flash of intense pain through her
nether regions. It took immense
courage and self-control not to scream in agony, and she knew she could not
hold out against such pain forever.
Sooner or later she would break down and then she would scream for
mercy. All Ramses had to do was
continue to torture her.
Ramses did just that, patiently wielding the
soaked rope with deadly precision.
At the eleventh blow to her vulva Larra
screamed. Ramses grinned in
satisfaction. Taming a demon
was most rewarding. “Now,
demon, you feel the full power of a
pharaoh. Soon you will be further
tamed by his mighty spear.”
Larra writhed, twisting her body as each blow
landed. Her backside blazed in
pain and the region of her vulva burned like
fire. Unable to stop herself,
she screamed horribly, her features distorted by the terrible
pain.
“Submit,” Ramses shouted as he delivered
each blow. “Submit to the
will of the pharaoh.” Sweating
and gasping with the exertion of beating his helpless victim, he nevertheless
continued to flog her, waiting for her to
break. It took a good hour before
she did.
Hardly able to lift the rope, Ramses was about
to turn over the task of flogging the demon to one of the eunuchs when she
offered him her submission.
“I submit,” Larra
gasped. She could hardly form
the words. Her entire existence
was centred on the frightening agony of the brutal
flogging. Unable to escape and
beaten almost into a state of insensibility, she sought only relief from
her fearful ordeal. Goaded by
Ramses continual demands, she finally spoke the words he
commanded.
Ramses threw down the
whip. He had
won. Staggering over to the bath
he ordered the eunuchs to send for his serving
girls. As he immersed himself
in the cool water and he was handed a cup of wine he gestured toward the
sobbing demon. “Keep her
under close guard, but tend to her
wounds. Tomorrow I shall finish
with her.” Turning to the
serving girl he held out his cup.
“More wine,” he demanded.
The rest of that day and all of the night
Larra lay awake. She was in far
too much pain to sleep. Even
her meditation techniques could not block out the terrible throbbing in her
loins and buttocks. Finally,
during the early hours of morning she fell into an exhausted
stupor. When Ramses himself came
to see her she neither heard nor recognized his presence.
“So, she is but a woman after all,”
said the dark-skinned pharaoh.
“I have tamed her. Now
she will do my bidding. See that
she heals and send her to me when she is
ready. I await her with
impatience.”
It took Larra a week to recover from the taming
she had received at the hands of the
pharaoh. Even then she was still
sore in her nether region. It
would take a full month for her to properly heal, but Ramses was not prepared
to wait that long. He sent for
her on the seventh day.
Once more she was chained around the
neck. This time two chains were
used to control her, each held by a eunuch that paced on either side of her
as she was escorted onto Ramses’
presence. Her arms were pinioned
behind her back, held there by gold manacles clamped on each
wrist. Her legs controlled by
a temporary tether that could be easily removed when Ramses sought to take
her to his bed. She was helpless,
but more than that she was broken in
spirit. The savage beating she
had received at the hands of the pharaoh had convinced her of the futility
of any resistance. She had not
given up hope of escape, but realized that any open show of opposition would
be savagely punished. Still suffering
from her previous ordeal, she had no wish to endure anything like it
again. She had promised to submit,
and she was forced to keep that promise – for now.
She went to her knees as she entered the presence
of the pharaoh. During her week-long
convalescence her guards had worked on that aspect of her
behavior. Too weak to fight back,
she had been forced to comply with their
demands. Now she kowtowed almost
without thought in the presence of her
“superiors.”
Ramses nodded his
approval. With a wave of his
hand he dismissed the serving girls, but not the eunuchs who served as the
demon’s guards. He was not
going to make that mistake again.
Without the girls to fan him, he would be quite hot, but he had a
simple solution to that problem.
Raising he motioned to the demon, ordering
her to follow him. He took her
to the large pool of cool water reserved for bathing and
relaxing. He had found making
love while partially submerged to be a most erotic experience; and the cool
water kept the participants comfortable.
Removing his crown and white cotton kilt, he stepped into the pool
and waited for the demon to follow him.
His eyes once again swept over her as she
stepped into the shallow end of the pool.
Her movements were a bit stiff, attesting to the severity of the beating
she had received, but she moved with a sure athletic grace that was still
wonderful to behold. Her magnificent
breasts swayed as she leaned forward slightly, adjusting her balance as she
entered the pool. Her face and
figure were exquisite. She was
probably the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, but it was her pale skin
that intrigued him most. Kept
out of the desert sun for a couple of weeks, she had lost most of her tan,
revealing a flawless ivory complexion that was wondrous to
behold. What children she would
bear! They would be the envy
of all his subjects. He licked
his lips. Moving to the side
of the pool he motioned her to kneel before him.
Trembling slightly, Larra
complied. No words needed to
be spoken. She knew what was
expected of her. The pharaoh
stood before her, immersed in water up to his knees, his partially erect
phallus dangling at her eye level.
As he reached out and took her head in his hands she parted her
lips.
Ramses sighed as Larra’s lips closed
about the glans of his penis. The
smooth warmth of her mouth thrilled him almost as much as the sense of power
his domination of the white woman gave
him. Slowly he pushed into her,
holding her head in place. Her
cooperation was reluctant, but the sheer excitement of forcing this incredibly
dangerous female to take his mighty shaft was almost
overwhelming. Gasping in pleasure
he thrust deep within her warm mouth as his thick member
stiffened.
Larra flushed deep red as the pharaoh invaded
her mouth. Her humiliation could
not have been more profound, but the ache between her legs was a constant
reminder as to what resistance would
mean. Almost overcome with shame
she allowed Ramses to violate her, fighting back the urge to gag as he drove
to the back of her throat.
The dark-skinned pharaoh pumped vigorously
into the reluctant woman’s mouth, forcing her to prime his shaft into
sexual readiness. He groaned
as he pushed between her strong white teeth, and then pulled out of
her. It was time to complete
his domination of the she-devil.
Larra grunted as Ramses pulled her erect and
moved her up against the side of the
pool. His knee was between her
thighs, forcing her legs apart. At
the same time he released the tether allowing her legs to spread as he pushed
between them. She was still very
sore, and the pressure of the pharaoh’s thighs on the inside of her
legs hurt intensely. Steeling
herself she waited for the inevitable thrust that would further dishonour
her.
When it came, she
groaned. The bruises that covered
her nether region throbbed in pain as Ramses pushed into
her. Physically, she was far
from ready for such an intrusion, but it was the mental anguish that hurt
the most. There was nothing worse
than being forced into sexual submission.
Her chest heaved with suppressed
emotion. Biting her lip she tried
to hide her overwhelming sense of degradation.
Ramses stamina was
extraordinary. He drilled Larra
for over two hours, pounding into her until she was as sore on the inside
as she was on the outside. The
mounting pain soon had her gasping, as did his ruthless mauling of her
breasts. Bending her backward
over the edge of the pool he leaned his weight full upon her and lowering
his head sucked both nipples erect before biting down hard on each of her
areola. As his teeth pierced
her tender flesh she cried out at the sudden pain and then whimpered like
a child as he worried each teat like a dog with a
bone. When he finally climaxed
his orgasm exploded within her with such power that semen spurted from her
vagina.
His chest heaving from exertion, Ramses climbed
off the woman he had just raped. He
had tamed the white demon, but he was not entirely
pleased. Although he had enjoyed
himself immensely, he was not altogether satisfied with the enthusiasm displayed
by his victim. She had been most
passive in her response to his sexual
invasion. He was not used to
that in a woman. Such a lack
of sexual cooperation amounted to defiance, and he was not used to
defiance.
Crossing to a table he picked up two leather
straps; one short and heavy and the other somewhat
lighter. “You must learn
to serve me willingly, she-demon.
If not you will be punished until you do.”
Larra hung her
head. The Nubian Pharaoh had
just brutally raped her. She
could hardly believe that she was being blamed for displaying a lack of
enthusiasm in her own degradation.
Ashamed, exhausted, and in considerable pain, she slumped against
the side of the pool, her body half in the
water. As he returned to the
pool she turned her eyes toward him, trying to adopt an expression of submission
that would save her from further punishment and
humiliation.
Ramses grabbed her roughly by the hair, the
dozens of tiny bells woven into it jingling musically as he did
so. Wrenching her body away from
him he forced the thinner leather belt into her mouth and strapped it tightly
behind her head, forcing her couth wide open and effectively gagging
her.
“Mmpphh!” Larra
protested. She knew she was about
to be put through a further ordeal and attempted to get to her feet, but
she was too late. The pharaoh
pushed her down, and taking the second strip of leather strapped her thighs
together, immobilizing her.
Ramses dragged the bound woman from the
pool. Torturing this dangerous
woman was almost as satisfying as mounting
her. He was determined to break
her spirit. He suspected that
he was very close. The trembling
of her body as he dragged her toward a low stone table was a clear indication
of her weakened condition. It
was only a matter of time. Soon
she would be his willing slave and then he could use her any way he
wanted.
Larra squirmed as Ramses lay her face down
on the cold granite surface of the table.
She was certain that she was about to be tortured once more, but was
helpless to do anything about it.
That was the worst part of the torment for
her. Unable to respond, she could
only wait helplessly while her abuser devised one more method of brutalizing
her. She wondered what Ramses
was going to do to her this time.
Was she to be beaten again?
Or did he have some other even more cruel torture devised for
her?
“So beautiful and so helpless,”
thought Ramses. The demon was
under his complete control. But
he wanted more than that. He
wanted her to be his obedient slave and she was not yet broken to that level
of subservience. He
smiled. It was certainly going
to be most pleasant forcing her to
conform.
Taking a length of hemp rope he tied her thighs
and calves tightly to the table, wrapping several lengths of rope completely
about the table several times to ensure that she was firmly bound to the
table top. Then he attached another
length to the manacles on her wrists.
Just above the table there was a massive stone crosspiece that was
part of the roof construction. He
tossed the rope over it and pulling the rope tight, lifted Larra into an
excruciatingly painful strapado position.
“MMPPHH! MMPPHH!”
Larra screamed, the sounds
of her torment muted by the leather gag.
Ramses hauled on the rope until her back was arched sharply, her manacled
arms pulled parallel to the floor.
She writhed in anguish trying to alleviate the pain, but her struggles
only aggravated the intense agony.
Ramses watched, licking his
lips. The demon’s heavy
breasts swung alluringly as she fought against the brutal
restraint. He caught one of the
pendulous globes in each hand and squeezed down on the quivering flesh, enjoying
the contorting of his victim’s features as he brutally massaged her
breasts. He kept up the torture
until the demon’s eyes filled with tears, viciously twisting and pinching
the nipples and crushing the bruised and tender hemispheres in his
hands. Then he released
her. He was not, however, quite
finished with her.
He tossed another length of rope over the
roof beam after first tying one end of it to the heavy stone
table. Then running the rope
the length of the table beneath his victim’s torso, he threaded it between
her thighs and pulled it tight, making sure that it wedged itself into the
fissure between her legs. He
next slacked off the rope lifting her arms so that her pain-racked body descended
until her nipples brushed the top of the
table. Following this he threw
the end of the rope between her legs over the roof beam and pulled it
tight. Once more he was rewarded
by the demon’s muffled cry of pain as the rope cut deeply into her vulva,
forcing her to ride the rope as her backside was lifted a few inches off
the table top.
“Mmmpphh!
Mmmmpphh! MMMPPPHHHH!”
Larra was now being doubly
tormented, her arms still in the strapado position, and the rope between
her legs cutting viciously into her most private of
places. Tears of pain and rage
flowed freely from her violet eyes.
She twisted frantically trying desperately to ease the agony, but
her struggles only made the pain worse.
And then Ramses began to beat her.
Caught up in the incredible agony of the dual
ropes, she was not aware of his intentions until the heavy leather strap
struck her breasts. It left a
red welt from nipple to nipple and resulted in an explosive scream that was
not fully muffled by the gag. The
next blow descended upon her buttocks and the one after that across the middle
of her back. Methodically, Ramses
worked the leather up and down her body, striking at random and leaving her
twisting in torment. As she bucked
under the rain of leather, the strain on her arms was magnified many fold
as was the almost unbelievable pain of the rope between her
legs. She screamed again and
again, her long hair flying in all directions and her breasts bouncing wildly
as she sought relief from the pain.
But there was no
relief. Ramses seemed to know
just how hard to hit her. He
kept up a steady flogging that exacted tremendous pain without being enough
to cause her to faint and at the same time had her jumping in agony, thus
adding to the anguish of the rope
torture. Soon Larra was screaming
uncontrollably, her cries of pain continuous even when Ramses withheld the
leather for a few seconds.
Finally, sweating from the exertion, Ramses
tossed down the strip of leather.
But he was not quite finished.
The she-demon needed one more lesson as to who was the
master.
“Know that you exist only to bring me
pleasure,” He said as he untied Larra’s legs from the
table. I leave you with this
reminder of that.” Slacking
off the crotch rope slightly he moved it to one side, exposing her vulva
and anus. Larra
groaned. Her ravaged vulva was
throbbing with pain.
Ramses slathered his once more rigid phallus
with sweet smelling lubricant and climbed on to the table behind the
she-demon. As he did so the she
moaned in fear, arching her head around in an attempt to see him.
“A final lesson,
she-demon,” Ramses grinned as he parted the helpless female’s
buttocks.
“Mmmppphhh!”
Larra’s protest was one
of sheer terror. As Ramses spread
the cheeks of her backside she bucked forward, almost dislocating her
shoulders. Screaming in pain
she writhed as the pharaoh thrust into her tight sphincter, splitting her
wide with his thick meaty spear.
Her muffled shrieks continued for the duration of the anal
rape. Had the leather gag not
been in place her cries would certainly have been almost
deafening. Finally satisfied
with her suffering, Ramses withdrew.
Stepping off the table he carefully cleaned his still rigid penis
and then returning to his position behind Larra he once more penetrated her
vulva. He hammered her from that
position for another half hour, reaching around from time to time to squeeze
her swaying breasts as he battered her mercilessly from
behind. Throughout the ordeal
Larra continued to cry out in pain, her protests rendered unintelligible
by the leather belt that parted her
teeth. In spite of the relatively
short duration of the violation, Larra’s weakened condition aggravated
the pain and humiliation of the ordeal, leaving her utterly
beaten. When Ramses finally climbed
off her, she slumped in her bonds, ignoring the pain caused by the ropes
wrenching her arms upward and the coarseness of the hemp cord that cut into
her vulva.
Clapping his hands, Ramses called his guards
into the room and ordered the she-demon taken back to the
harem. He gave explicit instructions
that the demon be exhibited to all of the other
concubines. It would serve as
the perfect object lesson as to what happened to those who failed in their
duty to please the pharaoh.
Larra only vaguely remembered the day following
her ordeal in the pharaoh’s bedroom.
She recalled that she was bathed and her injuries tended to and that
she was then taken to the pharaoh’s bedchamber once
more. There, she was raped again,
but only in a rather perfunctory manner.
It was as if the pharaoh was showing her that he could take her at
any time. But he did not spend
much time with her. Apparently
he derived little enjoyment out of violating a victim who barely understood
what was happening to her. And
so after only a short interval, she was returned to the
harem. She spent most of the
rest of the day asleep, recovering from her session with the
pharaoh.
In this she was helped by the other members
of the harem. In spite of the
competition that existed among many of the women for the pharaoh’s attention
few of them seemed to take any pleasure in what was being done to the strange
white demon who had suddenly appeared amongst
them. Instead, she received the
kindest treatment at their hands.
She was washed, bandaged, fed and massaged by the other women, and
as a result recovered fairly quickly from her
trial. Her own tremendous
conditioning helped as well. Had
she not been so fit recovery would probably have taken
weeks. Instead, she was able
to walk unaided in only two days and was healing
nicely. A few more days and she
would be back to normal. And
then the pharaoh sent for her once more.
Once more Larra went through the ritual of
being chained. She was never
completely free. The pharaoh’s
guards kept her ankles and wrists chained even when she was supposedly
relaxing. No one was foolish
enough to believe that a woman who had defeated a score of the pharaoh’s
soldiers could be safely allowed complete
freedom. For her visits to the
pharaoh, however, there was the added indignity of the collar and the
leash. Led like a dog on a chain
to the pharaoh’s bedchamber Larra experienced the deepest
humiliation. Worse, she had given
up her defiant attitude. That
did not mean that she had been broken.
She had far too much spirit for that, but she could no longer stand
up to the brutal sexual torture of the Son of
Ra. She would have to submit,
if for no other reason than to give her body a chance to
heal. Only then would she be
strong enough to have any chance of escape, but she dreaded what she would
have to do to please the pharaoh.
Entering the pharaoh’s bedchamber she
immediately prostrated herself, going down on her knees and bowing her head
to the floor. The nipples of
her naked breasts brushed the cool marble of the bedchamber as she did
so. There was a strong odour
in the air. Larra recognized
it as mead, an alcoholic beverage distilled from
honey. She had learned from the
other members of the harem that the pharaoh was particularly partial to
it. Unfortunately, the pharaoh
was not a pleasant drunk. The
drink tended to make him impatient and
bad-tempered. She would have
to be even more careful in his presence.
From his place on his divan the pharaoh nodded
his approval at his slave’s submissive
attitude. “So she-demon;
thou hast learned to show proper respect.
We shall see if thou art ready to properly pleasure thy
pharaoh.” With a wave of
his arm, he dismissed the guards and motioned Larra to approach the
divan.
Head bowed in submission, Larra rose and crossed
the floor toward Ramses, conscious all the time of the eyes of the fan-waving
slave girls upon her. The
fact that she would have to debase herself was made doubly hard by the fact
that her shame would be witnessed by the four young
girls. However, she reminded
herself; it could hardly be much worse than having the pharaoh rape and torture
her for hours on end. Reaching
the divan she went to her knees once
more. “Exalted son of Ra,”
she said, “I bow before thine heavenly
presence. I am thy humble
servant.”
“Thy presence pleases me, slave,”
replied Ramses, “now please me
further.” Untying the clasp
fastening his cotton kilt, he removed it, revealing his already quivering
phallus.
“I am thy willing servant, oh son of
Ra,” Larra replied. Bending
her head she took his swelling member between her lips.
It took a tremendous effort of will to so
debase herself, but Larra put her honour behind
her. Self-preservation was now
uppermost in her mind. Somehow
she had to escape from the Nubian pharaoh and giving him an excuse to brutalize
and torture her was not going to do it.
Hard as it was, she closed her lips about his stiffening rod and ran
her tongue over it.
Ramses groaned in
appreciation. “Ah, she demon;
thou hast learned well. Mayhap
this night thy body will be
spared.” He groaned again
as Larra bobbed her head, taking his fleshy spear to the back of her
throat. Leaning forward he began
to run his hands over her smooth skin, caressing her lightly and then slid
his hands down her ribcage to her swaying
breasts. Closing his fingers
over the soft pillowy globes he squeezed them gently, massaging the firm
flesh and marveling at their resilient
softness. The she-demon was certainly
the most beautiful of creatures. It
was only this fact that had kept her
alive. Any other woman who had
so defied him would have been turned over to the palace guard to use as they
saw fit. He had found that the
soldiers usually used such woman so roughly that their lives were measured
only in weeks.
He sighed again as her clever tongue caressed
his manhood. Her mouth was truly
wonderful. What a waste it would
have been to have given up on such a
creature. He was glad that he
had been patient enough to persevere in her
training. He pinched her nipples,
while wondering at the white beauty of her satin
skin.
Larra winced slightly as Ramses’ fingers
tightened on her nipples. Even
when receiving pleasure the pharaoh found it impossible to control his baser
impulses. But she fought back
her desire to fight back or even protest, she knew from bitter experience
just how truly brutal the pharaoh could
be. Instead, she engulfed two
thirds of the pharaoh’s throbbing manhood in her mouth eliciting another
groan of pleasure. Ramses arched
his back, and removing his hands from her breasts, gripped the back of her
head and began to thrust vigorously into her
mouth.
Dutifully, Larra continued to bob her head,
bringing the pharaoh to an increased state of
excitement. As his passion mounted,
his moans became more frenzied until finally he was calling out
incoherently. At that point,
he pushed her head away, and seizing her by the hair stood up and threw her
down on the divan. Fully cognizant
of his intentions, Larra obediently spread her
legs. With an animal cry Ramses
hurled himself upon her, his rigid shaft penetrating her like a harpoon in
a single vicious thrust. Unprepared
for so sudden and brutal an assault, Larra cried out as her vagina was suddenly
and violently ripped open. It
was precisely the reaction Ramses had hoped
for. Even in the act of making
love he had to dominate. Savaging
his sexual partner was his way of showing his superiority and he had elevated
the act of causing pain to a fine art.
As he ravaged the demon, her cries of pain and fear were music to
his ears.
Larra had expected rough treatment, but the
ferocity of Ramses attack was far beyond anything she had
imagined. He ravished her
unlubricated pleasure passage with a brutal intensity designed to cause maximum
pain. She cried out in
agony. If the pharaoh desired
to give her pain, then she would do her best to convince him she was in the
utmost anguish. Unfortunately,
she did not have to pretend too hard.
Ramses curled his lip in an animal snarl as
he violated his beautiful victim.
The she-demon writhed as his mighty shaft split her like an apple.
Her screams sounded like music in his ears as he dominated
her. Bending his head he seized
her left nipple in his teeth and after sucking it erect, he took the entire
tip of her teat in his mouth and bit down savagely, sinking his teeth into
the quivering flesh. The demon
shrieked and struggled wildly as his vicious sexual assault overwhelmed
her. Eyes wide with pain and
terror, she fought in vain to break free of the brutal impalement, but he
was far too strong for her. Again
and again he drove into her soft, unprotected nether region leaving her quivering
in pain and exhaustion. With
an explosive gasp he burst inside her, and slumped on top of her, too fatigued
to even move.
Larra panted beneath the gasping pharaoh’s
bulk. For now her latest ordeal
was over.
It had been much worse
than she had expected. Even
submitting to Ramses was not enough to save her from a horrendous ordeal,
and it might not be finished yet.
She moaned as Ramses shifted his position
slightly. His body weight was
fully upon her, pinning her to the divan.
Shackled as she was she could hardly move and barely able to
breath. In addition, her loins
burned from the heat of the pharaoh’s hot
iron.
Ramses
stirred. He felt completely satisfied
with his humiliation of the she-demon.
She had been completely subjugated and
dominated. It was only a matter
of time before she was fully compliant.
As his willing slave he would breed her like a sow, producing children
with remarkably pale skins. In
the meantime he was looking forward to a few more training
sessions. He sensed that she
was still not quite broken. Pushing
off the divan he got to his feet and clapped his hands, summoning the
guards.
Larra moaned again as she was hauled to her
feet. She noted the smirk on
the pharaoh’s face as she walked bow-legged from the
room. It was a wonder she could
walk at all. Her insides felt
as if they had been stirred with a hot
poker. Wincing at every step,
she was led back to the harem. It
was not just the pain, however, that concerned
her. It was the over all hopelessness
of her situation. As long as
she was chained and continually watched it would be almost impossible to
escape. And if the pharaoh continued
to rape her it was only a matter of time until she was
impregnated. The thought of being
forced to bear the child of a man she loathed and hated was unbelievably
repugnant, but there seemed to be little she could do about
it.
And she could expect no outside
help. No one had the slightest
idea where she was. If she was
to escape it would have to be on her own and she had no idea how she was
going to arrange that. She had
hoped that cooperating with Ramses would result in better treatment, but
if her last session with him was any indication she was in for a rough
ride. As she entered the harem
she raised her head. The eyes
of every other woman were upon her.
Most of them looked at her with
sympathy. They understood what
she had been put through, but a few smirked as she struggled to walk
properly. Forcing herself into
a normal gait, Larra moved across to her circle of
friends. These were the other
harem girls who had helped her after her brutal torture
session. As she neared them she
swayed. To her chagrin several
of the girls came forward and helped her to the pile of cushions that served
as her place. It was too much
for her to bear. Her eyes filled
with tears, and as her friends took her in their arms she wept, great sobs
shuddering though her body. Beaten
at last, she was without hope. It
appeared that
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