The Traitor in Cairo
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				Title: <strong>The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 02:00:55</strong>
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				The banks of the Nile were awash with scents at night. Wind carried the rich, fertile smells of the Black Lands, the flood-plains farms, and also the metallic dryness of the desert Red Lands beyond. Jasmine-perfume wafted from the gardens of rich men and priests, while the waters themselves stank of the detritus of the city, and the leathery reek of lurking crocodiles.<br><br>Along the course of the river crept Khayan the Hyksos, his sandalled feet sinking into the mud. He was of a more Asiatic stock than the Egyptians; taller, in build in muscle closer to a Nubian than one of the river-people, but fairer skinned and more angular in features. His nose was like a hatchet, his eyes the blue of wet lapis lazuli, and he wore a beard of short, dark curls, close to his jaw, in defiance of the usual local custom of depilation. The moved with the speed and care of a hunter, and there was the swagger of a man accustomed to long rides and harsh battles on horseback in his gait.<br><br>He held in his head the list of orders, battleplans and concentrations of warriors that he had read in the palace while posing as an emissary of peace. The thought of that treachery made him grin; the foolish Egyptians had no idea he had memorised their military secrets – and that those secrets would soon be reported to his commanders. Then, the Hyksos would have all they needed to sweep into the Delta and conquer the hated Egyptians and their harlot-queen.<br><br>Khayan heard the tread of bare feet on the sand and earth, but it was too late. Something spun out of the night at him – a bolos, heavy stones tied together, and they entangled his legs before cracking against his ankles hard enough to make him hiss in pain and trip to the ground. The spy rolled onto his back, coated in mud, and drew his knife to start hacking at the rope, while looking around for his attackers. They came at him like shadows from the dark; tall, gaunt warriors with ebon skin in tribal markings and little else. The queen's elite guard! His escape had not gone unnoticed!<br><br>Khayan snarled, raising the blade in the hopes of gutting the first Nubian to come at him. But it was no good; they were too many, and they battered him with the butts of their spears, knocking away his dagger, and pummelling him unconscious. He was knocked out before they even picked up up, bound him, and carried him back to the palace to an uncertain fate...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 05:13:15</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was late in the evening. The great eye that was the sun had long since set, allowing the cold desert breezes to dominate the barren land. Tiny stars peeked in the envelope of blackness above, bearing watch over the still city and the enormous palace that overtook part of it.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra was in her personal chambers lounging on a couch as a young slave boy licked her feet. She smiled in luxury as his experienced tongue gently but firmly lapped up the ball of her foot, then worked between her manicured toes. Upon her command, he would suckle on each one, starting with the largest, ending with the smallest. This type of behavior was one of her favorite, especially if the day had been long and dusty, as it often was.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A slave girl at the foot of the couch strummed on a long elegant harp carved of gold, providing a light and relaxing, yet almost whimsical essence into the room. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A soft knock echoed on the double doors to her chamber.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Enter,” she called, and the doors opened.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was her Nubian captain, one of her most loyal guards, a tall and fearsome woman, even more so than usual in her current ‘attire’. For her mission, she went nude, covered sparingly by grass and mud, as did the rest of the ones she handpicked before she sent them off. Their dark skin helped them blend in with the night perfectly.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The captain lowered herself to one knee, bowing her head completely before speaking. “My Queen, the spy has been captured. As always, your divine abilities were correct in ascertaining his motives.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra smiled broadly. So the Hyksos spy thought that he might avoid suspicion if he traveled in disguise. Fool. His presence only confirmed the threat of their attack. “Where is he now?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“In the dungeon. At your word, I will begin to interrogate him as to the-”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She faltered as Cleopatra raised her hand. “No. I will do it myself. Move him to my personal dungeon immediately. Make sure he is clean and bound as a slave is.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“As you wish, my Queen,” the captain said, and then departed to carry out the order.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She turned to the slave boy. “Stop.” The boy halted without hesitation. “Dry my feet and remove yourself from my presences.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Yes my Queen,” he replied obediently, then dabbed her feet dry with a cloth around his waist. Unlike the majority of her slaves, some of them, like the ones that licked her feet, needed clothing to clean her body. The rest were nude. After he finished, he got up and left the bed chamber.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Queen donned a white transparent silk robe, tying it at her navel with a gold tassel. It was short, stopping halfway past her loins and buttocks, allowing her rich, full buttocks to round out beneath the hem. The thong she wore to keep her ‘decent’ was glossy, also gold in color whose waist straps sat high and proud on the cur of her hips.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her enormous bosom spilled out of the break in the robe, the smooth supple skin positively perfect in the flickering light of torches and candles. Only hours ago they had been anointed with oil and massaged. The nipples, always erect, were perky in anticipation for the night’s events about to occur.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She ordered the harp playing slave to put her sandals on, and once fastened, Cleopatra turned on the ball of her foot, traveling after the captain to her personal dungeon.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 10:56:28</strong>
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				When Khayan was awoken from his beating by buckets of cold water being thrown over him, followed by buckets of scalding hot, he was grimly sure that a bad fate awaited him. He expected to by hung by his thumbs and lowered into a cage of starving jackals; to be slowly crushed under a pallet of stone blocks; to be meticulously sliced by the bronze knives of Egyptian haruspexes. Torture and vengeance was what he predicted in his future.<br><br>What he did not expect was to be dragged into a room that seemed to his eyes to be a sumptuous boudoir. Khayan had n way of knowing that the queen's true quarters were more luxurious than this by a hundred times; to the military man's gaze, the silk wall hangings and rare wooden furniture in this dungeon made it seem like a noble's chambers. Stripped bare, the spy, tested his bonds, finding the silk ropes well tied and painfully tight. His ruggedly muscled body was bent over a trestle, bound in such a way that his legs, back, shoulders and arms all ached under tension. The Hyksos twisted his head, trying to see behind him, wondering what fate the sun-worshipping bastards had in store for him.<br><br>"Come on, then..." he muttered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 19:26:39</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her guard opened the door to her dungeon, and Cleopatra got her first good look at her new captive. As she had ordered, her guards had washed him. From seeing the mud on her captain that <em>hadn’t</em> been for camouflage, he must have enjoyed a dirty little tussle during his capture.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lighter skin was something the Queen enjoyed. Many of her harems were of native Egyptian descent, so any addition that was from a far off land was always desired. He was built like a soldier, possessing that rough muscular strength that provided function as well as beauty.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He was trussed just as a pig before slaughter, splayed over the whipping trestle as if it were a horse’s saddle. His toned ass sat prominently up, his binds forcing his back to arch. His legs were bound to the trestle legs, spreading them about two shoulder lengths, and his cock and balls hung loose between them, splayed for all to see.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“So you are the Hyksos spy who infiltrated my land?” she asked lightly, strolling to him with her hands on her hips. She swung her ass deliberately in an enticing wag. She stopped before him, giving him a very close glance at her groin and the thin tiny thong she wore beneath her robe, then cupped a hand beneath his chin and lifted his face. “Who are you?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 00:41:41</strong>
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				The door opened, and Khayan felt a burst of warmer air blow across his rear end and trickle up his spine like silk. His muscles clenched involuntarily; damn, he felt vulnerable, bent over and with his manhood hanging down in the wide arch between his legs. Let them torture him, he could take it; but he'd rather face the enemy and spit in his eye than lie bound on his belly like this!<br><br>The voice that came surprised him.<br><br>It was not the sadistic chuckle of a torturer or executioner... but a honeyed, soft, deep and feminine tone to which command came as easily as allure. Khayan twisted himself, trying to see, ignoring the pain it caused in his kinked spine. His eyes widened and he snorted as she slid into his line of sight. He had never seen such an Egyptian beauty. Her skin was sun-burnished brown satin, barely clad in translucent white silk – and that garment concealed <em>so little</em> of it. Khayan's gaze fell on lushly rounded hips and long legs, and such was his surprise that when her hand clamped his chin, he could not resist looking up. A fervent prayer flashed through his mind to the single god of his people. Those breasts... a man could drown in that firm sea of flesh! His dark blue eyes stared up into her dark, brown, absorbing gaze, and for a moment his expression was no more than one of a man desiring a woman. Then they flashed defiantly, and he gave a hard laugh.<br><br>“Yes, I am a Hyksos! And you can only be the whore-queen of Egypt!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 04:15:19</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;The spy had the tongue of a snake. In her province, an insult to the Queen or her name was severely punished if overheard by guards or worse, with her own ears. The punishment usually consisted of a sound whipping, followed by a days worth of being bound and displayed in public.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As soon as the insult, which she had <em>not</em> ordered, left his mouth, she dropped his chin, drew back her hand and slapped him across the face. The crack of hand on cheek snapped like a whip off the marble, her palm stinging slightly after it connected against his jaw. As quick as it happened, she once again lifted his head by the chin, only a little firmer this time, once again staring deeply into his eyes. They were lovely and blue, another exotic color amidst her people.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Your name, Hyksos. I shall only ask once more. Refuse a second time, and I shall gag you, taking away the precious little I have generously given you so far.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 04:31:59</strong>
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				The spy grunted in surprise and pain at the blow, his head snapping to the side. He suddenly bucked, rebelling, his body straining against the bench. The wood creaked and his muscles stood out like cords, every one visible to the queen's gaze. His teeth gritted and bared, he tried to tear his way free, overturn the bench, get loose and attack her... but the ropes were strong and the knots cunning.<br><br>After half a minute he slumped, panting and glowering mutinously at the woman. He laughed as she pulled his curly-bearded chin up. “If you gag me, O queen... how will you get my name?” His tongue darted out, running along his lip, feeling where her hand had struck. Damn strong arm, for a woman...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 05:03:48</strong>
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				His struggling was enchanting to watch. She could feel his anger emanate as well as see it as his body worked furiously to free itself. He would resist the lash and cane for certain. He was a man born of fighting and pain. But there were other ways to break him.<br><br>Cleopatra smiled with her full lips. “You misunderstand. I do not require your name. I merely asked for it out of courtesy. Since you are unwilling, and it is of no use to me, then I shall simply ignore it.” <br><br>Her hand left his chin, caressing the side of his face, fingers moving through his hair. Very slowly, she withdrew her hand and began to pace around him. First, she reached out and let her fingertips run along the contours of his back, tracing the lines of muscle and bone that lay beneath the skin.<br><br>When she reached his backside, she circled back, tracing up the other side. She could feel him shiver as her nails lightly grazed at his skin. Upon reaching his head again, she let one finger whisper across his cheek teasingly, then turned to a small basin set in the wall that acted as a shelf.<br><br>She more than emphasized the way she bent at the waist and arched her back to peer into the basin. The heavy round globes of her ass peeking from beneath the hem of her robe would be less than a foot away from his face. So close, in fact, she could feel his warm, moist breath flutter across them.<br><br>Cleopatra took from the basin the largest gag, a ball of two inches in diameter with wide leather straps to secure it. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 07:23:49</strong>
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				Infuriating woman! Khayan almost spat out his name then, just to spite her. He shook his head as she ran a hand through his hair, trying to ward her off, and his muscles, though aching from the futile attempt to break free, stiffened defensively.<br><br>“Ahhhrrr...” he growled angrily as she stroked her finger down his back. “Flay all the skin off it... I won't talk,” he said, shivering involuntarily as her hand caressed lower. Lord, what a touch...<br><br>He stared at the curve of her lower back and the flare of her hips, the sultry fullness of her ass as it was all but flaunted before his gaze. Is mouth watered and manhood stirred slightly, aroused by the sight of her buttocks – and the tiny thread of gold running between them. But then he cursed himself for the moment of weakness.<br><br>When he saw the gag, his eyes widened. She meant to put a bit between his teeth, like a horse! Khayan clenched his jaw, locking his teeth together like iron. He smirked at the queen, curling his lips back from the yellow-white fence of his shut teeth, thinking he had foiled her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 02:10:01</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I would never dream of skinning such a beautiful body,” Cleopatra chuckled. “That punishment is reserved for the most foul of blasphemers and enemies.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Predictably, he would not simply allow her to gag him so easily. She shifted the ball so that it fell to the center of her palm, then pressed it across his foolish smile, then pinched his nose shut with her other hand. Her silky palm cupped the ball over his mouth, slowing the air he could take through his teeth. The Hyksos could still breathe, though the air sifted through her scented palm had already gone stale. He would have to gasp, and when he did, the ball would slide in.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The inevitable gasp did come, and through her palm he grunted like swine. The rubber ball popped in behind his teeth, and before he could begin to worm the intrusion out of his mouth, she buckled the straps behind his head at the base of his skull, then cinched it tight.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Such weak lungs,” she commented dismissively. “Men lesser than yourself held their air for far longer.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 08:15:46</strong>
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				Khayan scoffed at her flattery, but his eyes narrowed when she pressed the gag to his mouth. It was made of something he did not recognise; some kind of soft leather, or tree gum? The smell of the gag filled his nose before it was cut off, along with a milky hint of the queen's perfume. To and fro he twisted his head, fighting her grip, but she would not let go. The ball was crushed tighter to his mouth, until at last, going red in the face, he gasped for air – and she crammed his mouth full of the gag.<br><br>The Hyksos tried to spit, to bite... but it was too big, too resilient to gnaw on or force out. He tossed his head defiantly as the queen buckled it around his skull, his eyes shooting daggers. “Bow boo hurr,” he growled around the gag, spittle flecking his lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 20:07:32</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She chuckled tantalizingly again as his last freedom was quelled. Once again placing herself directly in his sight, she stripped off the silken robe, placing it daintily on a small hook on the wall. The flickering light of the torches that lined the wall made her tanned skin glow with chocolate beauty. Now clad in only her golden thong and sandals, she moved to the east wall, where on neat racks hung various whips, canes, crops, and paddles.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<em>So many to choose from</em>…Cleopatra thought for a minute, then took from the rack a long thin wooden cane, hung by a tiny loop of leather on the handle. She wondered to herself just how strong willed this Hyksos was. Men were like animals, physically fit and hardened, but foolish. There were quick ways to break them, and there were longer ways, and each way had certain benefits to be considered.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As she passed around his rear, she noted his manhood had swollen to some degree. He was not completely erect, and the looks in his eyes she noticed briefly indicated that he was furiously trying to keep it that way. The thought brought a smile to her lips. Even when defiant, he could not block her sexual appeal or the pheromones she sprinkled upon her body like perfume.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She laid the cane across his buttocks, tapping against the curved cheeks lightly. “You will tell me everything I wish to know. The Hyksos are going to attack; where are they positioned, and what are their numbers.” The Queen drew back, then swung forward viciously with a flick of her wrist. The cane hissed like a cobra striking a small animal as it moved through the air, then cracked loudly against the muscles of his ass, tracing a bright red line across both cheeks.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 21:15:16</strong>
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				Even bound, humiliated and with his jaw forced achingly open by the gag, Khayan had to stop and let his gaze feast on the woman that disrobed before him. God, you could see why the wretches of the river kingdom venerated this creature so... her body was like a devil's thing, made to tempt men. Especially as the firelight licked her good-as-naked body, making her curves glow ruddy brown.<br><br>Sweat formed on his brow as she walked away; sweat from the arousal he tried bitterly to fight, and a sweat of fear. Being unable to spit his defiance somehow undermined the sensation of it... as well she knew. He felt something touch his rear, and stiffened. So, she wanted him to betray his people... and now the pain would begin, as she tried to...<br><br>“AUUUHHHNNNGHAH!” Khayan yelped, his cry muffled by the gag. Fast, cutting pain like a burning wire etched into his skin and he jerked all over, wrenching at the trestle in pain. God! But his blue eyes hardened. He had suffered worse floggings than this from his superiors for some slip or disobedience during training. He vowed that Cleopatra would not extract another scream from him, and set his jaw as best he could around the ball.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 23:05:45</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra’s eyes flashed. She already felt a tingle in her loins. The cry of a man was akin to the sound of sex to her, whether it be of pain or pleasure. She drew back the cane and struck again, tracing another line across his buttocks, then another, and another, and another.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When half a dozen lines marked her captive’s cheeks, she paused, switching the cane to her other hand, then felt the abused area. Each welt felt raised and hot, like a line of embers. She gently caressed each mound of muscle, her hand now comparatively cool to the flaming skin.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Relish your fantasies of remaining defiant, Hyksos,” she said as she tenderly stroked. “In a few hours time, you will long for reprieve and have no choice but to submit.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra set the tip of the cane against his tender inner left thigh, then flicked her wrist. The cane hissed and bit deep once again.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 07:37:27</strong>
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				Khayan's muscles bunched violently along his back, and his lips curled back from the gag in a grimace. The queen saw his fingers clench against the knots that held his wrists as his head twisted from side to side, trying to glare at her, trying to turn away. For the first three lashes, he made no sound, merely a hard jerk of his body in defiance against the lash, even as his well-musled rear end was scored. The next ones, though, drew a low, angry grunt from his mouth, and the tree-sap ball cracked as he bit into it, cringing and wincing.<br><br>Sweat flowed freely across his bronzed skin now, as he fought to contain the pain of the lash. He gave a jump more violent than any of the others when her hand touched him, as if the change was more alarming than the continuance of the caning. Khayan's muscle-corrugated stomach arched up from the trestle and slapped sweatily back down with a <em>krak</em>, but after a moment his tension lessened somewhat. The queens hand, though he would have struck it off with a khopesh given his choice, was preferable to the cane.<br><br>The Hyksos answer the lash against his inner leg with a low, muffled snarl, and crunching his eyes shut as sweat stung them. He would not scream for her... he would not...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 21:09:19</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her captive’s thigh was now lined in red, similar to the stripes across one of her pet tigers. Cleopatra granted him another short reprieve as she examined the new welts, once again massaging the raised lines. Through them, she could feel the tiny spasms that mirrored his larger, more noticeable bucks as the pain coursed through his body.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With one last swish, she struck the cane against his buttocks a final time, an exclamation point to end the first session of whipping. Cleopatra laid the strip of supple wood in her hand, lightly bending it from the arc it now took shape. As she hung the lash by its leather loop, she dabbed at her bosom with a cloth. A light, moist sweat had begun to bead on her skin, fueled by the combination of hard strokes and warm air.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The cane was replaced by a heavier paddle of wood, made from a desert Sycamore, and she made her way back to his bound form. His body glistened in the torchlight as if he had been oiled for lovemaking, his breaths strained and labored.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Before she placed the paddle against his afflicted ass, she took note once again of his manhood. It had swelled significantly once again since she had disrobed. Cleopatra smiled broadly as she took hold of his semi-erect member and began to sensually massage it.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“What’s this? Does the pain excite you Hyksos?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 01:11:04</strong>
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				The lines of agony drawn across his skin by the queen's skilled cane seemed to have transmigrated into Khayan's veins. He felt pain flowing through his body, creating a tracery of fire in his blood. The sharp sting on his rump and thighs became an ache that was suffusing every part of his body. His head now rested on the bench, sweat trickling down his angular Semitic nose and down the lune between the muscular slabs of his back, making him try and hiss around the gag when the salt water stung his fresh welts.<br><br>Still, a spark of defiance shone red in the blue eyes that stared at the woman as she caressed her large breasts with a soft cloth. He had grunted... he had snarled... he had winced... but he had not screamed! A dry, husky laughed came from behind the ball that split his jaw wide.<br><br>Khayan had no idea what was in store for him.<br><br>He tried to steel his tired body when he saw her heft the paddle, but what she did instead took him by surprise. As the queen's warm hand encircled his girthy manhood, the spy moaned through the gag. He began to harden more, his erection thrusting fully into her hand, but the groans he gave then were not wholly of pleasure. His blood still felt like an elixir of pure agony, and as it filled his organ the mixture of her delightful caresses and the throbbing ache of the lash played off each other, pain and pleasure enhancing both sensations.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 04:00:17</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The traitorous vibrations ran through his entire body as she lightly began to stroke his cock. The member had become fully erect in her hand, engorged with blood in a mere instant. He was thick and strong, just like the pleasure slaves she rode every night.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Though the position did not allow her to truly exert her power, Cleopatra continued to explore every inch of his surface. The slow, sensuous rhythm of her hand was hardly different from the motion of passionate hips. Her fingers would clench upon his shaft on one stroke, only to lightly dance on another. Her forefinger pressed beneath the crown of his head, gently caressing a sensitive spot with the tip of her nail.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Do you see what I am capable of, Hyksos?” she purred softly, increasing the rhythm of her strokes. “All of this in a single hand….but only to the subjects of the Queen.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Without hesitation, she simply stopped the stroking, leaving his cock sticking straight between his legs. Cleopatra took the paddle in her hand, positioned it over his ass, and swung. Unlike the cane, there was no premature hiss, only a loud smack as the flat wood assaulted the meet of his buttocks. The blow echoed through her arm and into her body, where it made her breasts quiver.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Pain and discipline is what awaits those who deny my will.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 21:14:38</strong>
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				Khayan's scalp pressed to the wood as his aching member was stroked, and he moaned deeply despite himself. Rage welled up, directed at the queen... <em>Whore! Slut! Tempress! Witch! Oh, God...</em> His toes curled on the ground, and his body arched more slowly and sensually then she she had lashed him. Her hand, so soft, so warm... the unpredictable pace... her total knowledge of how to stimulate a man's pleasure-sense... <em>I'd rather be whipped than have my body betray me to this Egyptian succubus!</em> Khayan lied to himself.Even the edge of her nail made him whimper in delight.<br><br>The shock of the paddle was unexpected, and he Hyksos snarled at the impact. His ass felt like their were lines of nails in it, from where she had lashed him – and the paddle was like a hammer. Heavy, blunt blows beat those sharper, hotter pains deep into the rocky muscle of his ass, until he could feel the searing sting all the way to the bone. He shuddered violently, moaning in disappointment at the cessation of pleasure, before remembering himself and sinking his teeth into the gag. His face hardened. He would not give her the satisfaction of screaming and begging... he would not... would not...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 23:06:31</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The paddle soon turned his lightly tanned skinned to a deep, crimson red. Cleopatra meticulously chose each spot to strike. One heavy blow resounded across both cheeks, painting a red smear across the crevice of his ass. On the next, she favored the right cheek, striking upon the length. Then, the left cheek felt a stinging crack as the outer curve was beat.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Of course, it does not have to be like this…” said Cleopatra as she ran her palm over his emblazoned buttocks.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She hung the paddle by its leather cord on a nub of wood on the whipping trestle, then pressed her groin against his aching rear, leaning over and letting her breasts press into his lower back. Moving like a snake, she ran her hands down his sides, over the contours of the rope; she squatted at his rear, letting one finger trace down the crack of his ass before wrapping her hand once again around his cock.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was still stiff, even after the spanking. She lightly stroked it up and down the length, each teasing motion accented as her other hand took hold of his balls and gently sifted them in her fingers.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Why spy on my paradise when you can indulge in it? The pleasures of my breasts, my loins, and mouth are naught but a few words away.” The stroking ceased, and Cleopatra held his sac in both hands. With her fingers, she separated each, gently kneading and massaging them with the tips. “These balls are so large and mighty…Their offering should be splashed across my breasts every night.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 22:52:42</strong>
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				God... how could a simple wooden paddle in this woman's hand cause more pain than any club or mace he had been bludgeoned with on the battlefield? Struggling against his bonds, Khayan moaned and his hips lurched from side to side, trying to evade the blows. His ass felt like he had been riding bareback through a rocky desert for a day and a night. The swipes of the paddle became like a drumbeat of pain, throbbing through his whole body, echoing in his skull.<br><br>Then, suddenly, it was over. The Hyksos stiffened in the anticipation of pain as she leaned against his rear – and there was some pain, yes, but mostly he felt the warmth and silkiness of her thighs, her belly, her crotch pressing to him. His back arch up as her magnificent, voluptuous breasts rested against it. His stomach clenched, the muscles ripping under her touch, and he moaned again as she took his hard manhood in hand.<br><br>At her words, the sweat of defiance on his brow became feverish. Khayan squirmed, unable to stop the pleasurable strokes of her hand, the caress of her fingers on his most intimate parts. <em>Damn witch... temptress... whore... succubus...</em> he thought. <em>More... more...</em> He closed his eyes, and she felt him throb harder in he hand as she spoke of the pleasures of her flawless body. “Aaaooowwwhhh...” he moaned as she massaged his balls, and a single drop of precum appeared like a pearl on the tip of his cock as he fantasised madly about spilling his seed on her tawny bust.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 01:29:09</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once fully tender and sensitive from the tips of her fingers, Cleopatra released his balls, once more taking his warm girth in hand. His cock was beginning to drip in anticipation. With the point of her finger, she collected the precum and swirled it over his bulging cock-head, glossing it with his own lubrication.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His vicious jerks from the pain strokes were replaced by slower reluctant twitches, yet still just as strong. The trestle groaned beneath his frame, squeaking as wood rubbed on wood. Cleopatra increased the cadence of her hand, wrapping the width of his shaft in the crevice of her thumb and forefinger tightly. The rhythm became hypnotic…back and forth…back and forth…<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Men claim that an orgasm at my hand is ten times more potent than that with a normal woman. Do you agree, Hyksos?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 05:32:21</strong>
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				<em>Not yet I don't</em>, Khayan thought furiously, his struggles continuing. It was demeaning to be handled so by this haughty Egyptian bitch... demeaning, but oh-so-good. He tried to wrench himself away from her caresses, but the force of his resistance was slowly weakening; soon, he seemed to be trying to thrust into her hand as much as fight free. His testes ached, feeling fuller than ever before in his life of seed, stirred nearly to overflowing by her touch. His shaft throbbed, and he prayed for the bonds to break more heartily than when she had been whipping him – now he wanted to be free and steal her up in his arms, and show her not to tease a man so...<br><br>“Ohhhrrr...” he moaned, a trickle of drool leaking around the gag as his struggles became pleasured writhing. God, she knew how to touch a man...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 20:07:27</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Can you imagine it, Hyksos? Your enormous cock filled to the brim with hot seed enveloped in my breasts. Pure ecstasy as you climax, spilling yourself across my bust; your offering as you bow and submit to me. Every day thereon, you exist only to serve me in endless pleasure and decadence…”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once he was nicely poised on the edge of climax, not unlike a diver on a cliff, Cleopatra ceased the stroking of the Hyksos spy’s cock. Her talented hands easily knew when a man was close to orgasm. The vein on the underside had been twitching furiously More precum had long since dripped out from his glistening moist head, beading on the tip before falling in strings to the floor.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Though why should I reward a man who gives me nothing?” Cleopatra wondered aloud. “An orgasm, the <em>privilege</em> to spill your seed, is reserved for only those who obey my will.” She ran two fingers down the side of his shaft, gracing the member with her touch, but not lavishing it with attention. “Perhaps if you were to tell me what I wish to know, I will reward you with far more.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With that, she turned her attention away from his throbbing, dripping cock and picked up the paddle once more. She rubbed the surface of it against his sore buttocks gently back and forth. “A few more strokes, I think, and then the whip.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 21:02:57</strong>
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				Oh, <em>yes</em>, he could imagine it... Khayan writhed slowly, the torture of her hand more exquisite than that of the lash or paddle. Heat spread through his body like a cloud of perfumed smoke, different in texture from the sharp jags of pain from the beatings before. He moaned around the jaw-breaking gag, spattering saliva on the trestle, trying to move his muscular, tightly bound body in time with her caresses. “Ersh... ersh... ersh...” he grunted.<br><br>The cessation of pleasure was a pain more intense than any before. Khayan slumped down, howling like a lost wolf on the fold, his hips fiercely jerking back in an attempt to meet her hand again. His eyes, that had been misty with pleasure, hardened into chips of lapis lazuli. Damn the bitch! He wouldn't let her manipulate him like that again!<br><br>Nevertheless, when the first stroke of the paddle came, the shock of the impact sent a burst of sensation through his hips, and his cock gave one powerful twitch, erupting a single burst of hot white cum to the stone floor. “Ahhhnnnghhh...”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 01:13:52</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Oh, what a messy boy!” Cleopatra cooed, giggling as she paused in her strikes to caress the paddle against his rear only to begin again. “You truly must be filled to the brim!”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With one final mighty slap against his rear, she ended her second session of spanking. Once again, a thin glassy sheet of perspiration covered her body and breasts from effort. Cleopatra hung the paddle back amongst her instruments, dabbing at her curvaceous body with the cloth, making sure he had the full view.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Guard!” she called. A second later, her captain entered. The mud and tribal markings were gone, and her dark brown skin was polished, the build of her muscles giving her the appearance of a sexual, yet deadly panther.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Yes, my Goddess?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Bind the spy for a proper flogging,” she ordered. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra sipped a saucer of cool water while her captain went about carefully untying the Hyksos. First, his arms were released, but before the rest of his bonds were loosened, they were rebound before him at the wrists, then threaded through a loop in the ceiling. Little by little, the strong Nubian woman untied the ropes anchoring his body to the trestle, then rebound his legs together at the ankles. The spy’s cock bounced and twitched as it remained stiff, the guard making no exceptions to be gentle with her binding.<br><br>To ensure his position, a single heavy chain was laid over the ropes, then locked to the floor, leaving him standing straight up, hands over his head.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Nubian lifted the wooden trestle easily, moving it to the corner where it sat next to a small pillory. She stood obediently, waiting for her next order, but Cleopatra dismissed her with a wave of her hand, and then took a lash from the wall.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was a short rod, made of solid heavy gold, and tipped with the head of Anubis. From the end dangled a small scattering of thin leather wisps. When swung properly, the leather would be that of a snake bite.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra paced around him, lightly tapping the leather cords against her palm. Where was the best place to begin? His ass was already striped and beaten red, a perfect tender spot for the fangs of leather. But there were many parts of the body sensitive to pain, especially a lash, such as his back or the backs of his thighs.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She stopped before him, then gently tossed the leather cords over his shoulder, drawing herself close. His body was hot and wet, his cock still inflamed and quivering, dripping at the end. Ever so gently, her touch that of a feather, she closed her hand around his cock.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Are you wondering to yourself if you are brave for resisting, or perhaps foolish for not submitting?” she murmured, staring deep into his handsome blue eyes.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 00:44:48</strong>
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				Even half-delirious as he was, Khayan bridled at the way she mocked him like a child. The anger caused his body to stiffen in defiance; the sound of the paddle against his clenched behind was as good as two pieces of wood banging together. He renewed defiance let him endure the spanking, even though it left his rump feeling like it was glowing red and polished like a ruby, but holding himself rigid like that and biting down on the pain left him feeling weary. Blue eyes were half closed as Cleopatra walking in front of him, shamelessly displaying her voluptuous perfection, though she could see his pupils rolling to track her. He slumped, sweat rolling from his body in fat salty rain drops.<br><br>The Hyksos recognised the ebony amazon as she entered at the queen's behest. His lips curled in a snarl around the gag, and he tried to fight her off. But she was too strong, he too fatigued and well-tied, and soon Khayan's muscular, cavalryman's body was stretched up, bound taut from ceiling to floor. He rumbled something foul, fingers and toes clenching as he wriggled against the bonds. His eyes widened as he saw the next tool she planned to use, and an involuntary tremble of rage – and fear – ran through his sculpted form.<br><br>She approached, and he lifted his head to glare icy defiance into her dark eyes. The length an girth of his cock jutted forward instead of hanging down, and he moaned around the gag as she gripped him so lightly. He made himself hold still, steeling against her attempts to manipulate him through pleasure. Pleasure. So much pleasure...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 05:00:44</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra graced him with a suggestive smile, arcing one smooth eyebrow playfully. Slowly, she hefted his cock, lightly turning it any which way as if inspecting it. The thick meaty rod was almost completely rigid and the head bulged proudly, still streaming its clear lubricant. What a night he would give her if on his back amidst the silk sheets of her bed!<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<em>I would have to bind him to the corners. Perhaps later, if I feel the need for a good fucking...</em><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Before releasing his cock, she reached and cupped his balls one last time. The semen-filled testes were heavy and sweaty in their sac as she jiggled them. There was nothing more agonizing than to deny a man an orgasm and leave him to slowly roast in his own arousal as he was forced to stand on the brink. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Obedience begets pleasure,” she repeated softly, fingers dancing upon his balls. “Defiance begets pain. What is it that you hold onto so dearly that you refuse to give into what I offer? Do you not seek happiness? Tell me what I wish to know, and your world will become alive. When you kneel at the feet of your Goddess, a river of pleasure and wealth will envelope you, the likes of which you can never imagine.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her words seeded, Cleopatra let her whip slide off his slick shoulder, and then she strolled to his rear. She gathered the tendrils of the whip in her hand and pulled them taught, lifting both arms above her head. For a moment, before she struck, her image was that of divine being; hips cocked back and one leg arched to feed power into the lash.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then the whip fell, the tips snapping hard against the Hyksos’s abused buttocks. Like the cane, there was a cobra-like hiss before the impact. Instead of being low and loud like its brethren paddle, the lash cracked loudly with a higher feminine pitch.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 01:36:06</strong>
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				Her words coiled around his ears like serpents of temptation. What <em>did</em> he hold on to? What secrets was he keeping? His name? The location and strength of his people's forces, their plans of attack? Yes. He had to be strong... not betray the princes of the Hyksos, no matter the temptation, the pain involved...<br><br>The whip sliced the air like the warning hiss of a desert asp. Khayan heard the crack, but for a moment thought that she had missed or feinted, cracked the whip in the air. After a few moments, however, the pain emanated through his clouded mind. White-hot trenches of agony seemed to have been scored in his flesh. He lurched, his body bending in a crescent away from the blow, hips thrusting forward as if into an invisible partner. The flesh around his wrists and ankles, abraided from his attempts to escape finally tore, and a little blood trickles down his upstretched arms and down his feet. <em>Crack!</em> He felt like he was being flayed... the kiss of the whip seemed to destroy whatever it touched, so intense and nerve-killing was the pain. <em>Crack!</em> God! Was she drawing hieroglyphics on his skin with the thing?! The agony was everywhere... striped up his back, down his thighs.<br><br>Khayan's thrashing's grew weaker as the pain became all. He grunted and moaned with every lash, growing louder and more anguished, until at last his head rolled back on the knotted muscles of his shoulders, and he let out a guttural scream – only to have it muffled by the gag.<br><br>“GNNNAAAWWWHHH!!!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 06:27:40</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Hyksos finally screamed in genuine agony, a sound that moistened the inside of her thong. Much of his back and upper thighs now matched the color of his ass; deep red, streaked with darker lines. True to her word though, his skin boiled and burned, but the whip left no cuts. She could almost feel his resolve crumbling like dried clay.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And through it all, his cock still stood rigid from her caresses.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra turned her attention to his buttocks, expertly cracking the tails of the whip across them as she spun the handle of the lash. The tails blurred through the air, tracing the path of infinity as they circled to strike his flesh. The motions and movements of her muscles were innate, perfect from memory. Every brisk swing forward sent a ripple through her body that fueled the heave to her bosom until the globes simply purred with movement.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;A particularly vicious final snap landed on the meat of his right cheek, sending a wave through the flesh and muscle. Cleopatra ceased her fury, relaxing her arm which now burned with the low ache of a vigorous workout.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;She slinked around his quivering frame, tracing her hand over his sweated glazed body. The ropes pulled him taught, so he stood straight before her, panting into the ball strapped into his mouth. She circled her arms around him, the whip dangling from one hand, and drew herself close to his steaming body. His erect cock slid between her lush thighs, the top of his shaft pressing on her silk covered loins. Though she couldn’t see it, she could picture his dripping head nestled within the lower curve of her buttocks.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Ever so slowly, she began to shift her weight back and forth on her feet, causing her thighs to rub together oh-so gently, with his cock between them. Her massive breasts pushed onto his sweaty chest as she locked her hands at the small of his back, her face inches from his.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 23:03:34</strong>
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				If Khayan had known how his anguish aroused the hellion queen, he might have lashed his jaw shut despite the gag to keep from giving her the satisfaction of his scream. On the other hand, he might have cried out all the sooner...<br><br>On some level, he had thought that the pain would cease once he screamed, that that would be all she needed to confirm her dominance. Oh, what a fool he was. The sharp stings of the whip did not abate in the least, and he was forced to unleash another muffled scream, this one hoarser. The Hyksos writhed under the blows, not trying to fight to struggle free, now, but simply attempting to minimise the pain by luring the kiss of the lash to less-sensitive parts of his body. He gave quite a display of helpless dancing as he slumped against the ropes and chains that held him up, his elegantly muscled, distinctly male form undulated and whimpered before her, red lines of pain covering him like the wax tablet of a scribe just learning his glyphs.<br><br>His eyes eyes were glazed as sweat flowed freely down his tanned body when she came to confront him. He shivered a little when sweat stung his wounds, but other than that and the rise and fall of his shoulders and chest with each breath, he hardly moved. <br><br>His eyes closed and a choked moan broke through the gag when she standing-straddled him, however. It felt like his cock was being caressed by a pair of warm, golden-brown silk cushions. A moan, almost a sob broke his lips as she felt the damp silk of her minute undergarments rub against him... her supple thighs brushing around his manhood... the bulbous head nuzzling the cheeks of her posterior, leaving them with a sticky kiss. Khayan's head slumped, and he stared down fuzzily at the majestic bosom clasped to his chest. “Aoooo...” he sighed in a torment of pain and pleasure, rising his head to stare at her, his lips so roughly divided by the tree-gum ball almost attempting to brush her cruel, lovely mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 05:33:40</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Slowly, one finger traced down the small of his back, down the crack of his buttocks until it found his hole. She gently teased the opening with a swirl of her finger, the surface brushing against the muscle gently. Her thighs still held his cock captive between their heavenly folds as her hips shifted, working pure sexual energy into him. Her belly grinded against his, and the sweat pouring from his body shined her breasts until they glowed in the torchlight.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Does this excite you?” she murmured, tipping her head close as if to kiss his gagged lips. Hers hovered just inches away from his. The finger continued to diligently play between the crack of his buttocks, stimulating hidden sensations and foreign delights. “I know it does…I can feel your girth between my legs. You enjoy it <em>very</em> much.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her motions shifted, and she lightly began to thrust her hips, stroking his shaft minutely with the meat of her legs. His cock rubbed against her loins, stimulating what lay beneath as a finger over her thong would. The crown of his head puckered against her lower cheeks, dabbing them with moisture each time. Soon, her own fluids would begin to mix with them.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It wasn’t enough. She wanted more than a simple caressing. She wanted the width of his girth to spread her, to pound into her until it drove her orgasm free. But Cleopatra continued the gentle thrusting, knowing confidently of the legion of slaves that waited to pleasure her on a whim. The Hyksos did not have such a luxury. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 21:14:04</strong>
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				Khayan's muscles trembled like a horse fresh from galloping across the plains as the queen's finger ran down his back, over the freshly-scored welts and bruises she had beaten there. He moaned an answer to her question; impossible to tell if it was 'no' or 'yes, this did excite him'. The Hyksos' erection throbbed meatily against the underside of Cleopatra's sex, between her supple, teasing thighs and into her buttocks, and her breasts slid against his skin as if oiled. His eyes were clouded as he looked at her, almost delirious; the combination of pain and pleasure placing him into a state&nbsp; like a fever-dream.<br><br>The captive's shoulders rolled back, the muscles drawing rigid across bone, and his head rolled back with a woeful yowl of pleasure. He heaved his hips against the bonds, attempting to thrust into her body, or at least the cavity of her thighs. Again, Khayan bucked like a wild beast... but it was not defiance and pain that drove him this time.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 22:03:57</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Shhhh…” Cleopatra whispered, firmly keeping herself pressed against him. The skin of her thighs still enveloped his cock, and though he thrashed suddenly, her hips moved with his, denying him the stimulation he desperately craved. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In between his bucks, the tiny motion of her hips continued, never quite enough to lift him over the edge at such a relaxed pace. Cleopatra shuddered as her thong moistened further. She crooned into his neck, planting soft kisses along the length interspaced with soft nibbles.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Give me what I desire, and perhaps I will move my hips just a little faster, press my legs against your cock just a little harder…” she murmured into his neck. “You would like that, wouldn’t you Hyksos?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her finger didn’t cease its methodical circles about his hole, though it stroked harder, exploring what he had never felt a woman do with a single finger. The whip in her hand gently swayed as he twisted in the rope, its leather tails gently patting the backside of his thigh.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 23:08:57</strong>
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				Like one of the holy cats of the temple of Bubastis denied its saucer of milk, Khayan yowled in frustration as the queen moved her body away from him. His cock <em>ached</em> as if he had ridden naked across a rocky mountain range, and she skilfully kept herself away from his every attempt to grind against her body. And yet, she kissed his neck like a lover, setting his blood boiling with desire. The man's head rolled side to side, trying to avoid the woman's evil seductions... and trying to experience them more fully.<br><br>At her words, Khayan's body stiffened. He dug his fingers into the ropes that held him, giving one last yank to try and wrench them loose. To no avail. At last, he shuddered and slumped, and nodded his head in acquiescence. Anything... anything to feel the queen's pleasure.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 18:25:35</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;His head tipped forward. Cleopatra let him sink into the crook of her neck. His breaths came out quivering against her skin; not unlike those of a young boy brought before her. His muscles were slack as he hung in his binds.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"Shall I remove the gag?" she purred into his ear, her hand abandoning its previous task and going to the buckle that held the ball painfully behind his teeth. She didn't undo it, for a moment merely fingering the clasp. Once she gave him back the ability to speak, he could choose to submit...but, if she left the gag in, the torment could continue for as long as she saw fit.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Cleopatra granted him one last indulgence of her thighs as she slid off from her straddle. The glassy fluid from his puckered head squeezed out as his cock was freed from the fleshy prison. The now comparatively cool, dry desert air fell upon it, though any member exposed to her touch never softened. Goosebumps rose across her own skin as the air touched her body, wet with his boiling sweat. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;She took her breasts in her hands and began to gently knead the great mounds, exhaling softly as her experienced hands now worked pleasure into her own body. The tendrils of the whip still in her hand dangled over one, the erect nipple peeking from beneath the tails like an eye.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"Shall I remove the gag?" she repeated, locking onto his eyes with her own. "So that you may reveal the secrets you hold, then spill your seed upon my chest?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 02:12:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Khayan could <em>feel</em> the sounds of the clasp being scratched by a royal nail; the noise transferred through his scalp and skull, making him yearn for release. She pulled away before loosening it, however, and the Hyksos' body gave a long shudder as her thighs stroked along the girth of his cock before parting. His body hung limply in the chains – all save for that organ she had been teasing, which rose as full and hard as ever.<br><br>The man's eyes were glazed as he watched her reach up and cup her own formidable figure. He twitched a little as the tongues of the lash ran over one brown peak; whether from sympathy or arousal was unknown. He raised his gaze with a jerk of the head as she spoke to him, demanding an answer; Khayan moaned and nodded, asking to be ungagged.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 22:34:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Cleopatra once again reached behind his head and finally undid the clasp, then fastened it much more loosely, allowing her to tug the intrusive ball from his mouth, drenched in spit. She let it lay around his neck like a collar, leaving a trail of his own saliva down his chin and neck which she promptly smeared away with her palm, granting him his voice once more, though only for her will. The ball sat at the front of his throat, bearing tiny marks from his own teeth when he bit upon it.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"Now, tell me your name which you so rudely refused me before," she commanded, cupping his chin gently in her hand. "And then you will tell me of your Hyksos allies.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Her other hand, still holding the whip, continued to pluck at her nipple. Vibrations of pleasure ran from the bud of flesh as she flicked it back and forth with a finger. She no longer straddled his cock, but stood close enough to press herself onto it if she leaned forward. Another few inches and the dripping head would pain the front of her thong.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 19:55:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man's jaw muscles felt as if they were stretched to breaking point as the gag removed; too sore and weak to close his mouth properly. The foul taste of whatever tree gum comprised the gag filled it, in any case, and drool hung on his lips as he panted deep breaths of the perfumed, sex-scented air of the chamber.<br><br>Cleopatra's soft but terrible hand cupped his chin, and a heady blend of hot lust and hot shame flooded the spy's body. His cock lurched and toned physique tightened violently, as if trying to pull away from her. However, his words came, thick and broken from his tongue: “I am Khayan, nephew of king Avar of Yamhad, who leads the host gathered at your gates. One hundred camps of one hundred mean he has brought against you, O queen,” he managed to say with a twist of triumph, a spark of defiance in his dark blue eyes. Whatever she might do to him, the Hyksos horde would ravage the River Kingdom hard and bloodily. Even so, guilt and anxiety coiled in his stomach like snakes, as he feared what else she might make him reveal in the heat of pain and passion...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 21:13:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra smiled triumphantly. “Khayan. That wasn’t so difficult, now was it?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She released his chin, reflecting on the information he finally released. The Hyksos army was large, and perhaps could have proved to be more than just a thorn in her hip if left unchecked. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Slowly walking around his form like a predator, she drew close from behind him. Cleopatra spread her hand like a claw, then let it lightly drag down his striped back. Each groomed nail left a tiny red trail behind it, crisscrossing the stripes made by her lash.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then she stepped closer, pressing her hips to his rear and her breasts into his back. The giant orbs swelled and flattened as they connected with the sweaty skin, burying the pert nipples beneath them. Her arms wrapped his waist, bringing the handle of the flogger beneath his cock. Back and forth she moved the whip, teasing the underside of his aching cock with the warm golden rod.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“And what of their location? Reveal this to me, and I shall grant you the orgasm of a lifetime.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 01:39:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Not so difficult? Only like being flayed,</em> the Hyksos thought insubordinately, but wisely kept his tongue and lips closed, chewing nothing as he tried to ease the ache in his jaw muscles. The rest of his body was quite slack in its bindings, the alchemical residues of pain still throbbing through his veins making him as weak as a kitten. The only part of him that remained aloft was his manhood – furiously turgid, aching and desperate, jutting from his whip-scored body like the battering ram of a Phoenecian trireme. Ass he ran her nails down his lacerated spine, though, he twisted and tensed and wailed in pain, his muscles knotting and struggling against the ropes and away from her cruel touch.<br><br>Her breasts pressed to him, his hot and round as the sun itself, and did nothing to ease his discomfort – or his arousal. Khayan scowled, warring with himself once more. As cavalry, the Hyksos were ten, twenty times the skill of the Egpytian forces – even if he revealed their location, surely his people would be able to easily outmanoeuvre the queen's army, sack her cities and ravage the farmlands of the Nile, leaving the mighty empire in ruins and ripe for conquest the next season. It would not be the swift and decisive triumph King Avar had planned... but surely it would not be <em>treason</em>, either? The Hyksos victory would be defrayed, not annulled.<br><br>The spy squirmed helplessly as she toyed with his painfully hard cock, teasing it with the very instrument that had bloodied his back. He wanted to resist, to stay faithful (as much as was possible, given what he had already revealed), but the pain and lust and sultry promise of Cleopatra...<br><br>“On the Plains of Sinai, south of Thuthmopolis,” he gasped loudly in defeat, his head arching back. “That is where the army camps!”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 03:02:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Good boy,” she purred from behind, ceasing the strokes of the cane’s shaft upon Khayan’s own. She now had the size and location of the invading army. The Hyksos underestimated her own nation; she had legions upon legions of soldiers ready to die for her upon notice. They would be easily overwhelmed.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra strolled around him, depositing her flogger amidst her other instruments of interrogation. She should relay the information to her captain, so that they may be rid of the Hyksos nuisance, but the night was young, and her toy had plenty of life in him.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Now…” she trailed off, turning to face him with a suggestive look on her face. “…I think a good boy should get a reward, don’t you?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She squatted before him, long, toned legs bending beneath her. The tendons and muscles in her thighs articulated her pelvis, making the tiny glimmering thong she wore seem to grow even smaller. His erect shaft stuck straight before her visage, still dripping with both want and neglect. With all of her focus on his cock, she took it in her hands lightly, never quite closing her hand around it fully, yet caressing it all the same.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Where shall I have you come?” she wondered aloud, as if she wasn’t speaking to him directly. “Perhaps above my breasts? Or should I allow your cock to slide in between them, and burst from within? Maybe I should milk it dry over one, and see if you produce a bountiful amount to coat it entirely…”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The teasing stroking continued as Cleopatra’s hands danced around his shaft. Her thumb would briefly caress a sensitive spot beneath his head, only to flit away seconds later to join her fingers in massaging his balls.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“But that could be far too messy, and I have already bathed. Should I suck it out of you, and drink every last drop?”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 19:18:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Khayan's lash-marks suddenly stung as a cold sweat sprung up on his flesh at the queen's victorious words. He shuddered at the easy of his own treachery - without leg-breaking clubs, without pincers and hot knives, she had extracted key intelligence from him. Fool! Coward! Why had he...<br><br>The thought died in his mind as the voluptuous woman glided down into a crouch, for all the world as if she did not have the power here. Her curves glowed like burnished bronze in the torch light, abd the warrior's parched throat clutched tight in a dessicated gulp, even as his taut-pulled muscles strained so that he could look down, and his painfully swollen cock trembled in fearful anticipation. At her touch he convulsed slightly, the silky pressure of her palms on either side of his manhood driving him near-mad, replacing the memory of pain with the desperate expectation, the craving for pleasure.<br><br>As she purred and tormented his mahogany-hard cock, Khayan moaned. He bit his tongue, unsure of whether he would rage and curse if he spoke, or whether he would beg for release like a virgin boy - and tasted blood. Loosening his bite, he groaned harshly: "You should take me in your mouth like a river-dock whore... ahhh, please... your... majesty..." the title came out as a hopeless whimper of submission, but he soon growled defiantly again. "Yesss... slide my cock between your teats and take my salt on your skin, desert slut... mhhhmmm, please... I beg you... pleeeaaassseee..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 19:12:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He was beginning to relinquish himself, lost within her touch, though Cleopatra quickly grew annoyed by the offensive titles he threw at her. She ceased briefly with her caresses to draw back a finger and then flick it hard onto one of his brimming balls. The tip of her finger struck just as hard as a whip on the sensitive globe. Just as fast as the pain came, her hand once again circled his girth and stroked in earnest.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Most would beg for my continued attention, Hyksos,” she purred venomously. “You will either beg, or I shall gag you until I find a better use for your mouth. Desecrate me within my presence again, and your balls will suffer far more than just a flick of my finger.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra kept her hands moving, though never at a constant pace. One second both would be coiled around his throbbing shaft, seemingly pumping with lust. The next second just the edges of her fingers would graze the side of his cock, allowing the pent up arousal to slowly settle only to stir it up moments later.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Tiring of simply using her hands, the Queen shifted closer, until her enormous breasts touched his thighs. “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it? The sensation of my divine breasts upon your loins?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She lifted her breast beneath his cock until it rested on the warm pillow of flesh. His dribbling head traced a shiny trail of natural lubricant near the base. With a throaty moan, she swayed her body, letting his cock run down one breast and into her valley, then up to the other. Back and forth she moved, dragging his cock across the silken flesh.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>31-12-2009, 01:26:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Khayan's hard-muscled form jerked violently against the ropes as the queen's finger gave its warning flick. In his aroused, hypersensitised state, the tap hurt as much as her previous efforts with the whips had, and he gave a choked howl of pain.<br><br>This was followed up by a noise even less human – a chortling, pleading moan of urgent and frustrated desire. The cords bit into wrist and ankle as he yearned towards the Egyptian monarch, feeling as helpless as a trireme tossed around in a storm under her touch. First she would stroke him up to a storm of pleasure, then let him drift, becalmed and panting for more. Khayan had never known that pleasure, so prolonged and deferred, could be worse than torture. His eyes were like those of a man crawling from the desert, narrow, veiled, foggy with thirst and sun-madness.<br><br>“Yehhhsss...” he groaned as she artfully wove the jellied weight of her breasts around his shaft. The Hyksos' circumcised manhood throbbed, the veins swollen fit to burst as she played it across her glorious curves. “Pleeeeaaassseee... my queen... uhhhnnn...”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 06:01:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“So man ways to make you come…” Cleopatra said softly, gazing down to his cock which now nestled against her breastbone, swallowed by the pillows of flesh. “…and yet, I could just leave you here, poised on the edge for as long as I desire. Bound, frustrated, and desperate, how long would you vainly thrust at the air, begging for just the tiniest fraction of pleasure?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Queen let the scene settle in his mind. In such a drugged state, he was already nearly mad with want and lust. He desperately knew that of all she was capable of, simply rising and walking away without another thought was far easier than milking him. Once he orgasmed, he would return back to balance, but the experience would be unforgettable; in essence, a leash around his neck.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His cock nestled deeper into her breasts, and with a sensuous thrusting of her hips, Cleopatra began to shift her body up and down. The boiling head of his cock peaked out from the fold of skin, glazing them with his juices, then was sucked back between her breasts. Her warmth was all around his loins, soaking into his cock, pressing against his balls in every direction.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“What is one bath among my servants?” she questioned lazily. “I grant you leave to come upon my breasts, Hyksos. I pray for your sake you do not disappoint me.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 05:23:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Khayan writhed and groaned like a man in the deepest circle of hell, even as pleasure spread through his aching, taut muscles and bones like water through sand. He barely heard the queen's musings, the unbearable, unfulfilled need of his cock filling his mind like rabies. The warrior whimpered like a cur as she massaged his swollen manhood with her breasts, their soft warmth caressing him like silk massage clothes. A choked moan erupted from his throat when she at last took him full between her globes. Even his large cock vanished in the firm warm depths of her royal splendour.<br><br>The queen's permission was uttered not a moment too soon, for Khayan could take no more torment, no more almost-pleasure. He was in no position to admire her grace, how even as she fucked him with her ample breasts she retained an imperious poise and power that completely refuted the notion that there was anything submissive in the gesture. For the enslaved man, there was only the naked sensation of squeezing fleshy pleasure around his agonisingly sensitised member... then release. Explosive, prolonged relief.<br><br>Khayan's body arched and thrashed, his cock swelled and burst. He came like a Nile dam breaking; he came in a flood. His hot, white, salty and musky seed geysered up and spilled over Cleopatra's chest in sticky slicks that seemed to go on and on. A few jets spattered up under her chin and ran down her throat, but more flowed in a torrent of male juice up from her cleavage and down in creamy trickles all over her mounds, dripping from her nipples and oozing down her flanks. Khayan&nbsp; gave a continuous, pulsating wail as he paid his tribute in semen to the queen's beauty and cruel, seductive talents, emptying his throbbing balls over her tits like a squeezed wine skin. His volume was copious indeed, and when finally spent he hung from the ropes as empty and weak as a dead man, only shuddering breaths revealing that he lived.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 05:35:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The cock of her captive exploded just as the head was sucked back between her cleavage. Hot warmth spread from her bosom, and as Cleopatra rocked back, his head broke free from her pillows, surging with seed. The agony of his tight and strained muscles in his cock had finally contracted, and the resulting spray was powerful. Within a second, the top of her bust was covered, and even then his cock continued to flex out more, spraying her throat with great dollops. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Hyksos finished his mighty orgasm and went limp, as most did after she finished with them. He was lucky to not have gone unconscious as the weaker ones often did. She took her time, milking out every last drop with her breasts until no more flowed from his cock. The cooling drops slowly oozed down every side of her chest, greedily hanging onto the perfect skin, and dribbling down her sternum towards her navel.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When his cock ran dry, she stood back up, letting his shaft slide out from the bottom of her chest. “Such a violent orgasm. I wonder, do all Hyksos men climax so hard and produce such amounts? If they do, I must make note for my soldiers to take as many prisoners possible.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She stood before him, admiring her own bust. It had looked like an outrageous amount of pearls had been strewn across her. “Now, what to do with you? Now that you have spilled your load, you have ended my entertainment for the night.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 09:54:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a wail like a damned soul, Khayan hung in his bonds. The groan gradually became a tired, awestruck sigh of pleasure as his deflating cock slid through the queen's cum-soaked cleavage. He lifted his head as best he could, amazed by the sight of the dusky-skinned, mighty-breasted tyrant-temptress coated in his seed, yet looking regal and powerful and fully in control. His balls ached like a wineskin that had been squeezed dry; he was certain not a drop of semen remained in his body. And yet, for all the fatigue... satisfaction. Satiation like he had never known. Fulfilment that bordered on the addictive. For more of her wonderful attentions, what would he not do?<br><br>Hating himself even as he said it, Khayan croaked: “Your...majesty. There are other ways a man may...serve a woman...” Was he reduced to this?! Begging and Egyptian whore-queen to use him. He, who had bedded harlots and maidens and the wives of other men with his sharp good looks and lithely muscled, dangerous frame! He had seduced and fucked women from Ashcalon to Thebes, but now this... this... Cleopatra had him bent around her little finger, lapping at her feet like one of the accursed cats they favoured here.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 23:25:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra had turned away, as if she was contemplating leaving, then turned to face her captive, as if intrigued by what he was saying, like the thought was foreign to her. “Oh? And just what do you mean by that Khayan?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She stepped closer, breasts still sparkling with his juices. Now cooling in the air, her nipples were stiff and straight, poking from beneath the layer of seed. Several drops beaded on the underside of her firm globes, but still refused to drip as they clung to the bronze skin.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Do you think the Queen of Egypt is one who spends her time bedding with a captive? That I would devote my time and attention for your own amusement? I have hundreds upon hundreds of virile men to serve me at a moments whim.” She ran her hands down his chest, lightly clawing at his pectoral region. “Do not tell me of how a man can serve a woman, let alone a Goddess, Hyksos. I know quite well of that.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She cocked her head, boring deep into his eyes, then lifted a hand to lightly wrap around his throat. “Instead, tell me how Khayan can server a Goddess? What can he do to earn a place at my feet, or a place within my bed?”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>08-02-2010, 21:52:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Khayan struggled at the straps and ropes as the Egyptian's nails raked down his chest. Her touch re-ignited the pain of the welts she had lashed into his flesh, and also the throbbing, spent pleasure of his cock, viscerally reminding him how she could command anguish and ecstasy with equal skill. His member shifted sluggishly as she wrapped her fingers around his bullish neck, fear and powerlessness somehow acting as a heady aphrodisiac even in his exhausted state. Defiantly, he met her gaze, but his eyes held more than a trace of wariness and unease.<br><br>“He can serve... with his lips, his tongue, on his knees between her legs,” he said at last, ashamed at his own readiness to submit, to almost beg to pleasure her like some male concubine.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Traitor in Cairo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 20:29:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra relinquished her grip on his throat, outwardly in thought of what her captive said. She held his fate in her hands, and could throw it away without another thought. The only thing left to determine if Khayan’s plea to enter her harem was of genuine lust, or of cowardice.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“That he could, Khayan,” she replied lightly, pacing about absently. “But as I have said, I have legions of far more potent men who would do exactly that. Having a captive submit to his new Queen would do much damage to the morale of his comrades, but ultimately, he would just be another toy.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“And how do I know that you are of any value at all?” she continued, turning to face him. “I have heard countless men boast and brag about their abilities to pleasure women, only to be begging forgiveness under a cane hours later…and that only marks the beginning of the true punishment of a slave who is unable to fully satisfy a Goddess.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She swayed towards him, breasts still glittering, and stopped just before him, hands on her curved hips. “Do you know what that punishment is?”
			</dd>
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