The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess & Snow Cherry)
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				Title: <strong>The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 05:07:25</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr164/TheTaintedTear/404149caa2e03ed0.jpg)</div><br>Adelia – Her very name meant nobility in the Roman culture, and that was the type of treatment she was used to. Her very own father was the most renowned Roman general that ever walked the planet! Well, ok…maybe not the greatest in all of history. But for the century in which they were living her father was a great military strategist and very valuable to the success and expansion of Rome. She was meant for noble blood and would someday marry a man who would plunge her generations into a prominence meant for the glory of gods. And then again, that was just another tall-tale. In truth, she was in love with a common soldier who wielded the common sword…and her father would have nothing to do with it! He swore up and down that she was destined to marry another great general who held promise in the future. Not some ordinary man who was more than likely going to die in the legions of battle.<br><br>This is what spurred the argument between Adelia and her father, General Janus, on that night she was captured by Egyptian scouts. She had been sneaking out of her lavished tent in purpose to see her forbidden love when her father apprehended her and confronted her. As steadfast and strong-willed as her father, Adelia stood up to him which only heated their argument even more…and in the midst of the yelling and temper-spells she ran out of the camp to get away from his overbearing, idealistic plan for her future. If she could have just been the obedient roman female who lavished in pleasure and held nothing but her father’s desire for her life in her heart than she wouldn’t have ran into the life-threatening trouble that lurked just beyond the boundaries of the campsite.<br><br>Egyptian scouts had been spying on the Roman camp for a couple of days now and this had been expected, because it was only normal for such procedures to take place before a major battle. But the own daughter of General Janus falling into their foreign grasps were not expected at all! Adelia hardly knew what hit her as she ran through the thicket of some trees to escape her father’s bellowing. Whatever hit her on the head knocked her down onto the ground in an unconscious state.<br><br>When she finally woke up it was daylight, and her ankles and wrists were bound in chains. It did not take long before the stench of a dirty animal filled her nostrils, and she discovered that she was riding over the back of a donkey that was being led by Egyptians. When they spoke she could hardly understand what they were saying because their dialect was so strong…but it did not matter. The moment Adelia woke up those Egyptain captors realized that she was not going to be an easy one to transport. Her violent kicks and screams stressed the donkey so greatly that it reared up and dumped her to the ground. Of course, it hurt like hell…but she didn’t let them see her pain.<br><br>Eventually they transported her clear across the Egyptian desert into the grand palace itself where the Queen, herself, resided. They tried to prepare her by giving her a bath and putting delicate jewelry on her body but she was so ill-tempered that even that was a hard task for the Queen’s servants. When they presented her before Cleopatra she was wearing the original roman gown they had captured her in – provocative yet modest for a noble woman. Her hair, a reddish chestnut, was somewhat brushed and held the slight scent of lavender oil where a servant had rubbed it in before she slapped the hand away. In all honesty, Adelia did not understand why they wanted to dress her up and pamper her with jewelry and scented oils. She just wanted to go home…<br><br>…She stood there before the dais of Queen Cleopatra with shackles still around her wrists and ankles, looking up upon the woman who ruled an entire dynasty by herself. Adelia, herself, would straighten her back and stand as a noble woman would with chin slightly raised and a condescending glare upon the Egyptian Goddess. &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 05:19:31</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The young woman shackled before Cleopatra glowered with fury. When her scouts sent a messenger ahead saying they had captured a Roman woman, she had been mystified and intrigued. All the captives brought in from the war were men, usually soldiers or servants, and most of them were summarily disposed of when their usefulness expired. The ones fortunate to not have their throats slit immediately were taken to be broken as her servants.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But a woman among the great Roman army? Aside from the daggers in her eyes, the girl was not a soldier, not possessing a warriors frame or features. She was a beautiful maiden, slender and fair. Her clothes, though a little worn, were of nobility and fashion; tantalizing and highlighting the features of her well-kept and pampered body. Her servants had even gone as far to lavish her with gold and gems. For a brief, fantastical moment, Cleopatra wondered if they had captured the Emperor’s betrothed.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But such a thought was silly and far too hopeful. The Roman Empire would not allow something so foolish to occur. The battles would be long and bloody, but no matter the cost, Cleopatra was sure that with her divine leadership, her dynasty would emerge victorious.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra returned an equally black stare at the shackled woman from her golden throne upon its dais, a look only matched by the hissing asp of the golden tiara threaded through her raven locks. The Queen recognized the tip of her chin, the swell of her bosom as she made herself grow taller. How dare the little whore try to look down upon her?! While shackled no less! <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Around the Queen’s neck lay an extravagant royal necklace of solid gold, spread like a web dotted with precious stones. Rubies, emeralds, diamonds, and sapphires glittered in the afternoon light of her throne room, the golden strands just barely lying over the tops of her enormous bare breasts. A cascade of precious metals fell between her bust, swallowed up by the heavenly flesh. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Hanging loosely around her curvy waist was a thin translucent wrap of silk over a thin thong of gold, with gold sandals that spanned the length of her calves. Lifted heels were set into the soft supple leather, adding to her height and commanding presence when she stood.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She was the Goddess of Beauty and Pleasure, so why should she not flaunt her perfect body?<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Speak, girl,” she commanded with a hint of disgust in her voice. “Who are you that you look upon a Goddess with such eyes?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 04:06:05</strong>
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				Adelia snarled her nose, angered. She retorted back just as quickly as Cleopatra had asked - as if there would be no more minutes left in eternity to fit them in, “And who are you to put me in chains?! What do I look like, some kind of slave?!” She ignored Cleopatra’s question at first so that she could state her own question. Her hands shifted from where they were bound in front of her and the links clinked together, drawing attention to them and enhancing her own argument.<br><br>In a moment of pause she regarded the Egyptian Queen. Cleopatra’s beauty was well-known throughout the lands and rumors did her no justice. She was even more beautiful and exquisite than the stories and tales described. She held no shame in her body and flaunted that silk wrapping which accented her curves and shape like it was a natural occurrence. The laces of her sexy shoes wound up her calves allowing the eye to trail along her long legs to the golden thong. And no doubt, Adelia’s gaze faltered upon the gem sprinkled necklace that cascaded down in a web and disappeared between the heavy, mystifying cleavage. In that moment of pause she seemed transfixed on either the necklace or her lovely breasts…but no one could really tell which one it was, because she snapped herself back into the glowering rage that befitted her mood.<br><br>“I am Adelia Latro, daughter of General Janus Latro of the Roman army.” She took a breath…perhaps it was a sigh meant to settle a bitter mix in her spirit. “I do request that you take me back at once, Queen Cleopatra. I understand that our two nations are standing upon disagreeable terms and find cause to war against each other, but surely there is still a decent morale to uphold regarding each other’s respect. This was a mistake…and can be easily fixed should you return me back upon Roman ground.”<br><br>Her hair was parted to the side, and half of it was pulled up into a jeweled crest leaving the rest to hang down in a rich cascade of chestnut-red. Adelia had a cute face, round with dimples that normally held a soft complexion when she was not rallied up in tumultuous fury. Her Roman gown was white and styled to accent her figure with an ever-so provocative hint towards the smooth flesh that lay underneath. She wore sandals on her feet that were flat-footed, and an anklet or two that was crushed by the iron shackles on her legs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 05:53:06</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Had the girl not announced her name or standing, Cleopatra would have her whipped on the spot for daring to let such arrogance leave her mouth and direct it at her. Instead, she lifted an eyebrow in surprise, putting the anger and annoyance in the back of her mind…not forgotten. Adelia Latro, the daughter of General Latro, shackled before her throne? She eyed the girl once more. Beautiful and haughty, the way she held herself even when chained demanded that all respect her. Her hair was a rich exotic red, thick and silky, the essence of power and pride. Cleopatra longed to feel it sift through her fingers.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Latro was a formidable opponent who, in some cases, overwhelmed her admirable warriors with his strategy alone. He was the Emperor’s right hand in the war, and a powerful hand at that. Goddess as she was, Cleopatra didn’t fear him…she was merely…cautious, of such a person, and even then that caution was more of attraction. She desired him for reasons physical and primal, as well as strategy and cunning.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra chuckled as Adelia demanded her release so simply. The aristocratic young woman waved the war off so easily with a shrug of her shoulders, and there had already been considerable bloodshed. Rome and Egypt had moved far beyond the minor ‘disagreeable terms’ that she spoke of so lightly. Rome had attacked her land, and Cleopatra fully intended them to suffer her wrath for such a foolish mistake.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Return you?” she asked whimsically with a laugh. “When a vital key to ending this war has so willingly been brought before me? I think not. General Latro, if he is anything of the great man I have heard him to be, will go to considerable lengths to retrieve his only daughter…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 05:36:45</strong>
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				Adelia’s face curled up into an offensive feature and those daggers in her eyes sparkled in contempt for the Queen’s response. Cleopatra may have been the only female in Adelia’s entire life that so readily stood up and disagreed with her ‘suggestions’. In fact, her father was the only figure whom she butted heads with. Everyone else cowered in fear to express any notion of difference with Adelia, knowing that her father was the emperor’s right-handed man.<br><br>Rage claimed her and she struggled to keep it in check. Her cheeks flushed pink and she stole a minute in silence to straighten her senses before she spoke again. “My father is everything you have heard, plus more! He will become your worst nightmare if you do not return me back to Roman territory.”<br><br>Adelia took a step forward, towards Cleopatra and the raised platform of her throne. Her fists clenched into tight balls. “You are a fool to even think that Egypt will surpass the glory of Rome! In time you will see your own civilization fall to our increasing expansion and I pray to the gods that you will also live to see our marbled cities cover the entire globe! Janus Latro, my father, will surely subdue your greatness with his prowess expertise for that is the only vision he dreams day in and day out. If he must, he will slay your heavenly god to bring me back home.” Adelia glared, sharpening her eyes upon Cleopatra’s pristine visage. “Do not think that holding me for ransom will do you any good. It will only bring his wrath that much quicker to your doorstep.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 19:00:22</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;"What good would it do to merely hold you ransom?" Cleopatra asked with a devious smile, once again quelling her anger at the girl's audacity. To call the Queen of the Nile a fool was a death sentence in itself. But it would be a shame to waste such an exotic beauty. "You will serve your purpose as a ransom...but my harem is in need of a new centerpiece."<br><br>&nbsp; Cleopatra looked to the guards standing at Adelia's flank. They had bristled when she stepped forward, but took no action seeing she would not advance farther. "Guards, this whore is not kneeling before me."<br><br>&nbsp; The two guards, part of her elite core of Nubian warriors, gripped her shoulders and pushed down. They were large, their hands alone dwarfing her shoulders as they pushed her roughly to the polished marble floor and held her there.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Cleopatra rose from her throne, her necklace clinking with wealth as she stepped down from the dais. As she had desired the moment the haughty bitch was dragged before her, she reached out and took a fistful of the cascading red hair. The strands were soft and silky as she sifted them through her fingers, spiced with lavender. She took no heed, nor cared, if her pulling jerked at the roots, only desiring to feel more of the wondrous locks. Such a feature would only enhance her beauty once she was stripped bare and adorned with the jewels of a slave.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"Your father is merely a thorn in my side, and a small one at that," Cleopatra mused. "I hope he does indeed foolishly charge in himself, so that he may see you obediently kneel at my feet." She let Adelia's hair fall from her grip, then roughly cupped her chin, jerking her attention to her face. "But I disagree about him becoming my nightmare. Goddesses do not have nightmares. Instead, he will become a wonderful dream, shackled to my bed as I ride his girth every night while the Roman Empire crumbles."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>01-10-2009, 01:04:13</strong>
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				When Cleopatra said that her harem needed a new centerpiece, the pink color in her cheeks flattened into a blanched, fleshy hue. Adelia in a harem performing sexually for the pleasures of others?! Never! Adelia was too noble a person to be placed in such filthy conditions.&nbsp; Her bloodline was proud and long-lasting; meant to be served, not to be put into a position of service! Her muscles tightened in repulse for the thought. “You would not dare!”<br><br><em>“Guards, this whore is not kneeling before me.”</em><br><br>Adelia suddenly felt hands weighing upon her shoulders in demand to push her down. She resisted as much as she could, but they were much stronger then she was. The pain in her shoulders intensified until her knees buckled and bent to the ground. Her lips parted to let out a whimpering sound that was more of a complaint than anything. Her knees stayed locked together as the white roman dress looped its folds about her smooth legs. Shackled together, her hands found rest upon her lap when the guards held her to the floor.<br><br>Then, she was roughly dragged closer to the Queen. Adelia protested in struggling against this, desiring to keep her distance, but it was denied. As quickly as they had begun, she found herself again on her knees at the foot of the elegant step leading down from the platform of the throne. Cleopatra now stood too close for comfort. <br><br>When the Queen grabbed a fistful of Roman hair, Adelia stopped her protesting sounds and struggling. She froze like a cat that was forced to be picked up into someone’s hands while favoring the feel of the earth under paws. She felt her hair painfully tug at her scalp while Cleopatra inspected its texture. Even if she had wanted to, Adelia was uncertain if she could have shied away from the entire incident. Cleopatra possessed a powerful presence that seemed to suffocate her own existence, beckoning her to remain still even when a single word of such a nature was never instructed. Adelia glared in contempt as her hair was handled and considered, but that glare never touched the Queen as her gaze focused on the stepped dais beyond.<br><br>Then her chin was cupped and her face was forced into an upwards tilt, forcing her eyes to find those of Cleopatra’s. Adelia’s face was littered in emotions that could have written a novel if put onto paper. She obviously loathed everything about this situation but something inside of her dared to not hinder the Queen’s delights while kneeling in her grasp.<br><br><em>"But I disagree about him becoming my nightmare. Goddesses do not have nightmares. Instead, he will become a wonderful dream, shackled to my bed as I ride his girth every night while the Roman Empire crumbles."</em><br><br>This sent Adelia into an uncontrolled anger. She gathered up enough spittle in her mouth and spat into Cleopatra’s face. Though noble and regally trained, such low displays of actions were not beyond Adelia when she determined that the person deserved no respect to speak of.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>01-10-2009, 22:55:46</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;The spray of saliva was not entirely unexpected, though Cleopatra did flinch as the fluid assaulted her face. She spoke nothing as she dropped the girl's chin, daintily wiping her face clean with her hand, then her hand dry upon her bosom. One breast glistened faintly as it was dampened, leaving the dry air to slowly kiss it dry. Cleopatra once again took hold of Adelia's hair, then pulled, forcing her head painfully back, then drew back her hand. The air cracked as she struck her across the face with an open palm. The girl jerked, but the Queen simply pulled her head back again, then spat back in her face.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"Thirty lashes for dishonoring me," she proclaimed lightly, as if the Roman whore had committed a tiny infraction. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Cleopatra turned back to her throne, to the side of which knelt a young naked slave boy, barely a man in his own right. She lifted his bowed head by the chin and spoke. "Fetch rope and the largest gag you can find. Do it quickly and you may pleasure yourself over my feet this evening."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;The boy gave a quick excited affirmation before quickly hurrying out of the throne room. The shackles Adelia wore were heavy and cumbersome, perfect for long term incarceration, but it would mar her skin before long. The jewel of her harem would not do to have permanent sores on her ankles and wrists. The rope her slaves wove was the softest in the land...yet unbreakable, seeming to meld right into the skin.<br><br>&nbsp; While waiting for her slave to return with the bindings, Cleopatra once again took hold of Adelia's wonderful hair. The texture and feeling was simply to die for, the color so rich and intoxicating. She was lightly envious of such a trait, though her own shoulder length raven-black hair was far more well kept and alluring for her figure and status.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Despite her earlier antics, Cleopatra once again cupped her delicate chin, though much rougher this time as if to dare the Roman brat into trying it a second time. Cleopatra glared deeply into her defiant eyes. "I am used to being covered in the pleasures of bodily fluids, whore, though the ones of my harem are far more enjoyable then yours." She spat into her face again, adding to the liquid that was unable to be wiped off by her chained hands. "You shall learn to enjoy it too, even come to beg for it. Do not think you will be granted death for resisting long, either quick by beheading, or slow by sun exposure. You <em>will</em> submit." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 01:35:54</strong>
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				Adelia watched Cleopatra wipe the spit from her face and smear it along her bosom. It was only afterwards, when the spit glistened faintly upon her skin while the air dried it, that Adelia realized a punishment would come in hand for her actions. Her eyes went wide when she saw Cleopatra draw back her hand for a strike, and she bid the muscles in her back to move away from the Queen, but her hair was grasped and her head was painfully tilted to receive the blow. The clinking sound of her chained shackles could be heard as she struggled to raise her arms in instinctual defense, and when they would not, she felt panic as that hand came down and slapped her sharply across the face.<br><br>Her face wildly stung in fire; the spit that Cleopatra spat back at her felt like cool drops of rain upon her heated skin. In a mixture of pain from the blow, shock from being hit, and an appalling sense of someone’s slaver covering her face, she growled back at the Queen while glaring at the floor. No one had ever treated her this way before, and a blush of red rose to her skin as her blood ran quicker through her veins.<br><br>Adelia did not say anything when the Queen announced more punishment in the form of lashes. She felt conflicted in her own pursuits. A part of her hated Cleopatra to the rawness in her bones, but another part of her wanted to beg her way out of those lashes. She had never felt the lash of punishment before and she feared the pain that would come. She was not sure if she could stay strong underneath the whippings, and silently hoped that her hatred for the decadent woman could get her through those thirty chastising thrashes.<br><br>When Cleopatra turned around from the boy after telling him what she wanted, she would find Adelia looking at her in a quiet glare. Only the heavy breathing from her lungs betrayed the inner struggles she was being confronted with. Her hair was grabbed once again and Adelia tightened up her muscles. A force of air was sucked in between her teeth too, and she flinched when the Egyptian Queen spit into her face a second time. Cleopatra had made her point clearly to Adelia who was in the position of power, and although she wanted to badly, she did not dare do the same thing again lest more lashes were added onto her punishment.<br><br>Her brown eyes met Cleopatra’s and a spiteful voice, though low and calm in tone, responded, “The Latro blood never submits. You are wasting your time.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 23:21:43</strong>
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				&nbsp; "Time is something I have an eternity of, whore," Cleopatra replied. "You will find that when faced with an Egyptian lash, time becomes <em>very</em> long."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;She dropped her chin with a casual flick of her wrist, pushing Adelia's face away from her visage. Once more, Cleopatra could not resist running a hand through her plush red hair, but soon found herself inspecting the girl's Roman attire. Though powerful and vast, the fashion of Rome did not interest her one bit. Their cloth was fine, smooth and pleasing to the touch, but worn in such hindering and foolish ways. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;The gown Adelia wore hid everything, yet revealed some. It was the dress of a woman who flaunted her beauty, yet tried to hide it at the same time, invoking her wrath on ones foolish enough approach her with it. It was no doubt provided by her father, among other countless pamperings. Parts of it were woven with precious silks and intricate, royal designs. Despite some minor blemishes, like the yellow sand and dust that speckled the side or darkened hem, it was a pure, snow white.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"These clothes are horrendous," Cleopatra said with a distasteful sneer. "Why clothe a slave when it only hinders the orifices of her body? Guards, strip this whore. This loathsome garment will burn in the fire to heat my bath tonight."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Her enormous guards jerked the girl up by the shoulders. One held her arms in the shackles while the other drew a knife from his belt, then grabbed a fistful of the Roman weave and cut. Once the initial damage was done, the knife was sheathed, and the guard took the cloth in his hands and pulled. A long scream of ripping fabric brayed as the gown cried out in his meaty hands. The length was torn apart in seconds, exposing her nude form beneath it. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Some of the more complex weavings near the top required additional tears, but before long, the proud Roman dress was easily ripped in half, then pulled from her body where it fell in a white heap on the marble floor of her throne room. Adelia was now only clad in shackles and jewelery, soon to be rope as the door to the throne room opened, heralding the return of the slave boy.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Somewhere between the time she had touched him to the time where he had returned, his cock had grown stiff in anticipation of his reward. The boy quickly strutted into the room, head bowed into the heap of coils of rope he carried in his arms, on top of which sat a large ball in a complex harness of leather. All that was left for him was the agonizing wait when he was given permission to spill himself over her feet on her whim. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 19:45:50</strong>
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				Adelia was hefted off the ground by those same, big hands that had pushed her down to her knees. One guard walked around her from the back to the front and produced a menacing looking knife. Adelia had deep, brown eyes that could easily shift from intense gazes to soft, dreamy hues. Right now they lit up in alarming fear, partly from the Queen’s newest command and from the gleaming shine of the guard’s knife. She struggled briefly in a test of that other pair of hands who held her shoulders, but found them overpowering in strength.<br><br>Her teeth clenched together when the guard came forward with his knife and grabbed a section of her dress at the hip. He lowered his weapon and slashed the dress from the bottom to the top right between her breasts. He jerked her body a few times as the weapon hung on some material but he just used his hands to rip it the rest of the way apart. She felt the material sag from her body and a cool draft rush along the newly exposed flesh, making her whimper in protest. His blade came near her neck and she leaned back, away from it but the guard behind her held her still. She closed her eyes and tilted her head away, knowing full well that he was only after her dress but not being able to escape the fear of having a sharp blade so near to her neck. He cut the halter straps that ran around her neck and the material slid away; now ready to be stripped from her roman body.<br><br>The guard sheathed his knife and grabbed a wad of her white attire and yanked it from her, throwing it to a heap onto the marble floor. Her skin was smooth and soft, pampered by the luxurious oil’s in roman’s spas and baths. It was naturally toned in a soft caramel that easily betrayed the red blush of embarrassment rising in her cheeks. Adelia’s breasts were like the size of grapefruits with dark areolas and slightly pert nipples. Her hips were an easy slope from her waist with supple curves, and a pussy shaved bare introduced the beginning of her long, lean legs.<br><br>Tiny strands of her red hair had fallen from the decorative clip and framed her blushed cheeks. The shackles felt heavy on her limbs; now being the only items left on her body save the delicate ankle charm. Her breathing came heavily expressed from the embarrassment of being stripped naked in such a shameful way. “You will pay for all of this Cleopatra!” She spat back, hardly noticing the boy who carried the objects. “I will personally make sure the entire roman army gets a piece of your ass when my father comes for me.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 19:24:03</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;"The offer is quite tempting," Cleopatra said lazily, daydreaming of just how potent a hardened soldier's girth was. She would make it a point to bring more captives before her so that she might sample them thoroughly.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Cleopatra knew many rope techniques, and often made it a point to bind more desirable slaves herself. But the bundle of rope she picked up, woven from lush silk and just as strong as iron, she gave to one of the guards. Adelia needed to feel the tightness of her binds, and the thick muscles of her guards would give her just that.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Once again one of the Nubians held her firmly, the other uncoiling the rope. He draped it over her chest, then began to wrap it around her torso and over her arms. Within a moment, three strands coiled above and below her lovely breasts. The guard pulled the ropes tight, and they contracted, pinning her arms to her side. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;The key was placed in the lock of her arm shackles, and the manacles came free. Before Adelia had a chance to struggle, the Nubian holding her grabbed her arms, twisting them behind her from beneath the ropes. The second looped more ropes around her wrists and forearms, locking them cruelly at the small of her back folded across each other.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Forced in such a position made the girl's chest swell out, presenting her breasts for all to see. They paled in size to Cleopatra's own behemoth mounds adorned with the gold and jewels of the royal necklace, but possessed a lovely shape. Cleopatra cupped one, lavishing the supple firmness of the flesh and running her thumb over the peak of her chocolaty nipple and areola. The Roman whore had been pampered all her years, as was more than evident from just how enticing the feel of her skin was. The Queen gave her breast a solid grope before turning to the slave boy.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;The large guard squatted, removing her ankle chains and fastened new ones from the silky rope. It was looped around each of her ankles, connected by a short strand. At best, Adelia was allowed to meekly walk on her two feet, should she be given the mercy. She was now entirely webbed in rope, and the guards tested the binds one last time, pulling each loop tight.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"Now then whore..." she began, taking the enormous gag from the slave boy. It was a perfect sphere, made from tree gum, a full two inches wide. It was a man's gag, but Adelia had already proved that her mouth was as coarse as as a man. Black straps of oiled leather spread from the ball like spider legs. But the mouth a her soon-to-be prized harem slave could be put to much better use than to simply seal it behind a ball gag. "...hold your snake tongue, and perhaps I shall consider giving you the luxury of a free voice."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 01:38:39</strong>
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				Adelia was rather amazed at Cleopatra’s response. It was meant to insult her and instead she received it in amusement. The motion of handing the rope to the guard caught Adelia’s attention now for the first time and a new fear lit up in her eyes. Why did they need rope? Was she not already shackled?<br><br>She stood still while the one guard held her and the other uncoiled the rope. She heard one end of it brush along the marble floor before the guard pulled it back up to adjust the way he held it. Then, it was looped about her body above and below her breasts. Her lips parted as if she was going to protest but she knew it would do no good. The feel of the silken cord was unforgiving while the guard pulled it taunt and cinched it off. Then her arms were pulled behind her back and she struggled briefly against the guard who bent her elbows and crossed her arms to tie them at the wrists and forearms.<br><br>This was new to her. It was unlike the shackles that gave her some sense of freedom. Instead her arms were immobile and her breasts were so vulnerably exposed that she grew worried. Queen Cleopatra seemed to be aware of this too and Adelia took a step backwards when her breast was cupped, but she did not go very far. The other guard was busy with the shackles on her feet and binding them with rope. Cleopatra’s touch was stirring and strange at the same time. She quietly gasped when her nipple was brushed over by her thumb before darting that ‘don’t you dare touch me’ glare back at the Queen. It was strange to be touched by another woman …especially a woman like Cleopatra who was a lethal enemy to her people. Then her breast was groped and Adelia struggled to get out of her grip. Her own body shivered from the intimate closeness and her breast was left alone to revel in its self-ache for pleasure but Adelia muttered quickly to the Egyptian Queen, “Don’t touch me.”<br><br><em>"...hold your snake tongue, and perhaps I shall consider giving you the luxury of a free voice."</em><br><br>Adelia glanced down to the large ball gag in Cleopatra’s hand and she widened her eyes. <em>Oh no</em>, she did not want that in her mouth! It was so big! She did not put it past the Queen either…she knew that Cleopatra would enjoy forcing it into her mouth too much and she didn’t want to give her that pleasure. If anything, Adelia wanted to keep her speech. Now that her arms and feet were bound, her words were the one last weapon of protest she had left. Her mouth clamped shut, steadfastly, and she met the Queen’s eyes with contempt. She hated giving the Queen her way but knew she would hate the gag in her mouth even more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 00:10:51</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Cleopatra returned Adelia's spiteful glare with a triumphant glow in her eyes. She thought herself still proud and defiant, even when stripped of her movement, status, and shame. The Queen let her keep her voice for now. The widened, fearful eyes when she saw the gag spoke volumes about what lay behind that fierce, haughty exterior. Adelia was quickly realizing that she was being stripped of freedoms one by one, and that only by heeding her commands would she be granted merciful few.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Cleopatra unclasped the silver buckle that held the ball's cruel straps together, then wormed a pair of them under a rope circling her torso that secured the crook of her elbow to her side. After refastening the clasp, she let the gag hang from the rope. The fat ball sat against the face of her hip, an omnipresent reminder of what purposed it served, as well as passing a sense of ownership to the whore it hung from.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Cleopatra placed her hands on Adelia's face, wiping the remains of the spittle she cast on it earlier and inspecting her prize one final time in its original state. Her hands drifted down her sculpted face, over her shoulders, then down the sides of her torso, slipping over the bands of rope. They followed the curve of her hips, then slipped around to her toned buttocks, gently lifting and caressing the warm skin. As her spirit was broken, she would be adorned with more jewels and her body oiled and pampered every day until her figure was fit for her splendor, but even now the Roman girl radiated beauty.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"Kneel," she commanded curtly as she ceased her touch, and whether or not she resisted was lost as the guards pushed her once again to the cool marble floor. Cleopatra took a fistful of her hair, pulling it to its length and holding it there, one hand poised elegantly on her hip. With one tiny jerk, she could pull at her lovely roots. "Now, my little whore...crawl."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;To emphasize her position, Cleopatra tugged with her wrist, turning her hips towards the passage that led from the throne room to the interior of the palace and began a slow pace. If Adelia chose to refuse to crawl upon her knees, the Queen would simply drag her by the hair. But what a shame to waste such beautiful locks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 19:16:00</strong>
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				When Cleopatra was finished hanging the gag and removed her hands away, the weight of the gum-tree ball was uncomfortable against her hip. In a physical way the ball rolled and bumped up against her with every tiny movement she made. But in an emotional way, it was very uncomfortable to her and sat upon her mind like a paperweight. Oh how she wanted to protest against this! It was an empire-wide offense regarded by the Romans to treat high class citizens in such humiliating ways. <br><br>Then, Cleopatra came more-so closer and raised her hand to Adelia’s face. The spit that she smeared away from her cheeks left her skin moist. Adealia caught her breath in her lungs when the Queens hands ventured down to her shoulders and smoothed across her bound arms to her hips. Cleopatra exuded, undeniably, a powerful sexual presence and Adelia’s skin could not help but respond to the woman’s fingers, gliding down to rest upon her roman hips. She stood so close that when her hands slipped behind the girl to cost over her buttocks her grand breasts nearly brushed across Adelia’s naked ones. Adelia found that Cleopatra stood maybe a few inches taller; where her own legs were almost petite in proportion, Cleopatra’s was long and slender. The Roman prisoner closed her eyes and bit the insides of her cheek when the Queen groped her ass, trying to swallow the defiant curses that bellowed to let loose. <br><br>Of course kneeling was about the last straw Adelia could handle. She would not have done it if there was no guard around who made sure that she did do it. She found that weight pushing her down to her knees, in which she gave in and finally originated upon the cool marble. She kept her knees locked together to try and keep as much modesty about her as possible. The Queen grabbed her hair and tugged on it like a leash and a bright embarrassing flush rose to Adelia’s cheeks when she heard her command.<br><br>She about fell over when Cleopatra began to walk with her hair in tote because her arms were unable to aid in balance. Like the Leaning Tower of Pisa she was pulled into a crooked slant until she forced her own knees to crawl after the Queen. Awkwardly, her knees took step after step in Cleopatra’s wake like a maimed pet. “I don’t have to crawl,” she protested while hobbling after her, “I can walk just fine!” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 22:23:11</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You may walk when I permit you to,” Cleopatra said as she led the girl out of the throne room and into the winding halls of her palace, giving an extra tug on her hair for the words. “Until then, you will crawl.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Adelia’s movements were slow and jerky, causing the ball gag to beat against her hip at every stride. The rope tether between her ankles prevented her from taking anything more than a meek pace forward. Her bare knees had to pad quickly after her on the glassy, yet unforgiving marble surface that paved the way. Every so often, Cleopatra would tug impatiently, prompting her captive to keep up with her casual gait.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The throne room, which few common people saw to tell the tale afterwards, was the only part of her palace that was of public knowledge. The twisting corridors decorated with silk hangings, fresh green plants, and golden statues, quickly became a maze. Her private guards, muscular Nubian women in skimpy leather armor, bare breasts bouncing as they patrolled the halls. Every pair they passed would stand aside and bow to the Queen before resuming their duties.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Other guards would be escorting slaves, various young men and women, all of them nude. Most walked on their free will, but some were leashed or bound. Men walked with bowed heads, arms tethered behind them. One woman was more elaborately bound, not unlike Adelia herself, only this slave’s large breasts were tied. Each mound was cinched with many coils of rope until it was like a hardened sphere spiked with erect nipples. Each little encounter, Cleopatra made sure the Roman whore got an eyeful, then tugged her visage back to her rear.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The slow journey through the decadent marble halls continued until Cleopatra dragged Adelia through a veil of silk. Beneath her palace sat an expanse of dungeons that nearly equaled the entire first floor of the grand building. However, rather than expose herself to such waste and filth, she had several private rooms reserved for when she needed to personally attend to a slave. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 00:28:38</strong>
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				Her knees were unused to such treatment. After just a few wobbles behind the Queen, Adelia was experiencing discomfort. The hard surface of the glassy marble was unforgiving against her knee caps and she winced while trying to find pace. Adelia knew that if Cleopatra walked any fast she would not be able to keep up and would fall to the floor. Her bound arms would be useless when trying to get back up, so if she fell she would be dragged the rest of the way by her hair. <br><br>She gritted her teeth and glared after the Queen. This was demeaning to Adelia and she should not be treated like this. Her brown hues fell over the smooth legs of Cleopatra and her regal gait, and noticed the way her hips swayed just subtly like the rolling tide of an ocean. It was almost hypnotizing to her mind if it would not have been for the length of her hair that stretched over her head and into Cleopatra’s grip. She felt her hair tugged on at the roots every once in a while when her captor insisted on a steady pace to keep up, and Adelia would have smart mouthed off to the Queen a long time ago if it would not had been for the bobbing weight of the ball gag at her hip.<br><br>Adelia’s watchful gaze fell from the back of Cleopatra to the sights they were passing up. She witnessed a palace culture of exhibitionism where almost everyone were naked in a more or less sense, including the female guards. Slaves were either walking or crawling like she was, and all of the men seemed to be broken and subdued into servitude. One female slave had a rope coiled many times about her breasts to which Adelia gawked at, thinking it nearly impossible to have something of the nature crafted so carefully that it looked almost like art. She had lost her bearing on direction a long time ago and quickly became lost in the midst of all the winding hallways and corridors, really not knowing where Cleopatra was leading her within the Egyptian palace.<br><br>After they passed some golden statues and silk hangings the Queen brushed aside some hanging veils to reveal a private room, but Adelia had already seen enough of the Queens palace. While she was pulled into the room by her hair like a pet she paused when the Queen stopped her stride and said, “You surround yourself with slaves Cleopatra. One day they will bite the hand that feeds them and you will find yourself with no friends within your own home.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 06:18:14</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Roman girl once again attempted to elevate herself to a more respectful position with empty words. But words, no matter how calm and defiant she phrased them would not loosen the silk ropes that effortlessly presented her helpless body, or loosen the band around her ankles that prevented her from rising to her feet.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra left her captive on her knees then turned to an object just in the center of the room. It was a small whipping trestle, crafted of dark polished wood that stood heavily on four legs. She ran her hand along the smooth, worn frame, the wood silently revealing the host of men and women that had suffered upon it.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Set on a table past it was a small gong. Cleopatra picked up the puffed beater and struck it lightly. A musical shimmer sounded, reverberating deep into the room and out into the halls. Within a few seconds, two large Nubian men pushed through the silk drapes, bare of clothing. They looked similar, bodies gleaming with a light sheen, muscles toned and preened. Every inch of their chocolaty skin was void of hair, from their shaved heads to their loins. Upon entry, they stood before Cleopatra, heads bowed and awaiting her first command.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You speak foolishly, whore, as I would expect you to,” The Queen mused lightly, turning to face Adelia's kneeling posture as she set the beater down. She was pleased to see the tint of color in her high cheeks. “Why would a slave of mine rebel? I give them endless pleasure, and in return, they devote their lives to me.” She swayed forward, cupping the girl’s chin and lifting it. “Many have said the same words you have…many <em>stronger</em> than yourself. Then they see awaits them for loyalty….”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The slap came from nowhere. One second, her bronze hand was gently holding Adelia’s jaw, the next, clipping through the air and cracking against her cheek so hard it turned her head.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“…and what awaits them for disobedience.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 07:55:54</strong>
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				Adelia watched Cleopatra admire her whipping trestle with a fondness that was hard to relate to. It was a scary thought to the roman dignitary to think that someone enjoyed the act of whipping. Worse though, was the imaginary thought of a body bound helplessly at the mercy of the Queen. She couldn’t fathom such a thing. Any inkling of emotion that was slightly related to that of submission or surrender had never crossed paths with her. The sturdy, heavy wood spoke of its duration and use and Adelia knew that she would soon be tied up to it. To think that she would have to endure pain from Cleopatra put her mind in total rebellion against the Egyptian Goddess.<br><br>Like an animal that waited for any sign of weakness in her enemy, she watched the Queen signal her servants from the musical chime of the gong. Two Nubian men entered the room and Adelia shifted her gaze over their dark-skinned muscles. They were so strong and were capable of so much force yet they bowed their heads and waited for their commands like perfect, docile creatures. Adelia scowled, not understanding this either…<br><br>Then Cleopatra cupped her chin and tilted her head upwards, and Adelia naturally met her eyes, listening to her words. She never saw the slap coming nor didn’t know what had hit her until the aftershock set in. She had been so surprised that she even yelped when the hand contacted with her face. This verbal declaration of stunning pain sent Adelia into a hot rage to have such a reaction pulled out from within her. The Nubian men seized her arms and pulled her up off her knees quickly, but Adelia was busy fuming back curses to the Queen.<br><br>They pushed her up against the trestle, facing it, and secured her upper body by roping through the bindings already on her arms. Then they released her ankles from their restraints and forced her to spread her legs wider, and roped them off again individually to the whipping mount. She did struggle against them while calling the Queen all manner of names, and because the Roman language was so in-depth and precise with meanings, it was easy to find all sorts of insulting and degrading names to assault her with. Adelia had lost the quiet reserve she had slipped into when threatened with the ball gag…infuriated that Cleopatra had the audacity to treat her like this!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 01:26:22</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Adelia’s temper snapped like a piece of kindling in a great fire. The girl unleashed curse after curse as she thrashed in the strong arms of her slaves. Her words assaulted every inch of the Queen’s persona, from her body and mind to her lineage and actions. Cleopatra was almost fascinated at the vulgarity that spilled from her mouth. The punishment for insulting the Goddess of the land was severe, and what fell from her mouth would have amounted to decades of punishment had Cleopatra not wanted to keep her body so fine.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Such a foul tongue for such a beautiful face,” she commented, then unclasped the ball gag at her hip and tugged it free of the rope. “Were you any other, I might have cut it out already, but I long to see how such a forceful tongue can perform between my legs.” <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Without even a vocal command, one of the Nubians knew what to do. One large hand gripped the underside of her jaw, his thumb and forefinger painfully pushing through her cheeks to wedge between her teeth.&nbsp; With his other hand he pinched her nose shut, denying her breath should she shut her mouth. The Queen pushed the ball to her gaping mouth, and before Adelia could shut her mouth to prevent its invasion, the curve of the ball was already pressing against her tongue.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The large gag, intended for the cavity of a man, stuck between her teeth as its diameter passed. Patiently, Cleopatra put her palm over the ball and pushed firmly, ignoring Adelia’s sounds of discomfort. The ball’s progress was slow as it passed her teeth, the tree-gum ball thick and unyielding, but finally settled behind them within the cavern of her mouth. Adelia’s fleshy lips stretched over the rim of it, forming a seal around the edge of the intrusion.<br><div align="center">(http://[url=http://www.thewashingtonnote.com/archives/ball%20gag%20harness.jpg]http://www.thewashingtonnote.com/archives/ball%20gag%20harness.jpg[/url])</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Queen began to buckle the straps tightly before Adelia had a chance to force the ball free, but in truth, the size of the ball alone almost ensured it would stay securely in her mouth. The first strap she pulled tightly, buckling it at the base of her skull. The second strap was pulled equally tight, though it secured higher on the back of her head. The third and final strap cinched below her chin, ensuring that her mouth stayed closed around the humiliating object.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Cleopatra smiled, bending at the waist to peer deep into her visage, tugging at the black leather digging into the corners of the girl’s mouth with the tips of her fingernails. Gagged, she was even more beautiful, save for the burning hatred in her eyes. Cleopatra traced the edges of her puckered lips around the ball and the contrasting lines the straps made across her smooth skin. "Thirty lashes, was it not?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 03:13:37</strong>
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				<em> “Such a foul tongue for such a beautiful face. Were you any other, I might have cut it out already, but I long to see how such a forceful tongue can perform between my legs.”</em><br><br>Adelia gasped, speechless for only a moment before she wiggled against her ropes and growled murderously, “Never! You are such a foul creature, sinful and grotesque. Let me out of these ropes!” Of course she lied because of how shocked she was to hear the Queen’s desired intent for the Roman dignitary. Cleopatra was very lovely and beautiful who emanated such a powerful presence that the female captive was rather envious over not being able to exude the same likeness. It came natural for the Queen, where Adelia had always struggled to uphold some sort of feminine power or confident grace.<br><br>Then Cleopatra unclasped the ball from her hip, and Adelia’s shoulder’s rose in realization of what her vulgar mouth had cost her. She quickly clamped her mouth shut and shook her head in protest, but the strong hands of the slave grasped her chin and nose and forced her mouth open by prying his fingers in-between her teeth. It was painful to have his digits digging into her cheeks before she gave in and opened her mouth to alleviate the agony. Cleopatra swiftly worked the ball into her mouth and Adelia shut her eyes tight while trying to turn her head away. The Nubian slave prevented her from inching her head away, and soon the ball was too far into her mouth to easily spit it out. The circumference was so wide that her jaws strained at the joints and she groaned in a discomforting pain as it was forced all the way into the cavity of her mouth.<br><br>Now, there was a fear in her eyes to have the unyielding object stuffed into her mouth. It was humiliating and unnerving. The straps were tightened about the back of her head and under her bottom jaw leaving Adelia feeling subjected to the mortifying treatment. Her breaths came more forceful through her nose and she could feel the saliva already building up in her mouth to which she was not sure if she could swallow it down or not. Not once did she stop from straining against her binds, her arms endlessly struggled for freedom so that she could pry the object from her mouth!<br><br>Adelia almost whined when Cleopatra smiled. She felt like a harnessed animal when the Queen tugged upon the straps with her fingers to which she could not help but glare in angry hatred, stifling those humiliated whimpers.<br><br><em> “Thirty lashes, was it not?” </em><br><br>Her eyes grew wide while a blanched expression fell over her blushed face. When she imagined enduring the lashes she had envisioned a type of freedom with her voice so that she could curse Cleopatra in between each one. Now, this would be denied. The muscles in her legs quivered in realization of the lashes that were going to come, and the fact that she would have to accept the punishment within the boundaries of a giant ball gag.&nbsp; <br><br><br><div align="center">(http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm118/Rocketpilot/ball20gag20harness.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 19:11:12</strong>
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				The trestle squeaked and groaned as the Roman whore fought her bonds. Now denied of her voice, Cleopatra relished the minute whimpers from her throat. Her nose flared angrily as she worked for her breath, though her eyes now displayed panic. Her eyes fluttered rapidly, desperately trying to control the choking reflex in back of her throat. She was beginning to learn that there was nothing she had that could not be taken away.<br><br>Cleopatra smiled in satisfaction, then slowly made her way to the wall of the chamber were a rack hung adorned with many assorted floggers. There were the many-tailed whips of varying sizes, each for a specific area of the body; small ones of the breasts and loins, larger, thicker ones for the back, rear, and thighs. Heavy paddles of wood and leather sat near the bottom, wide faces of glaring outward. After a moment of thought, she took a long, thin, supple cane made from a reed of the Nile.<br><br>She turned back to the bound girl, smiling even wider as she held the cane in her hand, flexing it in her hand. The malleable wood bent, then sprung back to its original length. “Did the daughter of a Roman general suffer discipline under the lash?” she wondered aloud. “Doubtful. He would not mar his own flesh and blood to put her in her place. Instead, he would let her grow to become a wretched slut with no sense of obedience.”<br><br>Cleopatra held the lash out, and then tapped it lightly against Adelia’s splayed buttocks. Her legs bound and spread and body bent over the trestle, she looked even more like a whore, buttocks spread slightly and revealing her bare naked sex. The Queen removed the cane and ran a hand down a taut cheek, then to her thigh. She could feel the tiny vibrations as fear and tension emanated from her skin.<br><br>But then her warm hand was replaced by the cool thin reed. Cleopatra flicked her wrist and struck. The cane landed across both cheeks with a sharp <em>crack</em>. A red line formed immediately, though the welt it would form would be minor. The Queen did not dare to lash the prize of her harem and ruin such supple skin. But even so, the concentrated agony of the thin cane was cruel and unyielding.<br><br>Expertly, she cocked her wrist back almost immediately, and then struck like a snake again. Then again, then again…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 20:53:39</strong>
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				Adelia’s muscles did tremble when Cleopatra’s hand touched her cheek and ran down to her thigh. If permitted, she would have done something to prevent this, but the ropes secured her fast and sound. The touch brought a churning in her gut, though it was not a sickly type at all, but rather like the swirling of hemisphere temperatures. In reflection to her emotions, the currents tried to blend in with the atmospheric state; the reality of being in such a helpless condition that vulnerably exposed her to any, and every, whim of the Queen’s. Adelia’s own strong nature wanted to blow the situation away like a strong gust of wind, but a front of unmovable force prevented this, leaving her to accept the circumstances.<br><br>The first snap of the cane across both of her cheeks yielded a surprised yelp from Adelia. Her voice forced against the ball gag, becoming muffled even if it was loud in volume. She had never felt such an angry jolt of pain cross her flesh before and it was a definite call to awareness. It felt like a fire that swept across the golden savannah, spreading outwards from the point of contact and submerging within her cunt. Her nose flared in order to suck in more breath so that she may hold it in her lungs, trying to brace herself for another flaming lash. <br><br>She did not know when they would come nor how hard or soft, but each whip left her trembling. At one point she choked up her verbal cry in response to each individual <em>crack</em>, perhaps retreating to some sort of defiant place that refused to let Cleopatra see her discomfort. Her eyes squinted shut like they were trying to prevent water from entering and her teeth bore down around the giant gum ball. Her entire rump felt like a heated furnace and those nerves brought a physical feeling to her mind that seared in pain, as if she had touched a hot coil of iron and burned herself. Desperately though she still tried to not give Cleopatra any satisfaction, so her verbal whimpers stifled in her throat.<br><br>Adelia never kept count. How could she? The roman captive could only endure each flick of the Queen’s wrist as she snapped the bendable reed against her taunt ass. Somewhere around the tenth lash Adelia broke her battle against the Queen’s satisfaction though, and she shrieked in a suffering cry when the cane was brought down rather sharply in a repeated spot. Each strike afterwards caused tears to glisten in the corners of her eyes and her body to jerk in the bindings. Those tears were threatening to leak down her cheeks and she tried so hard to keep them from pooling up and spilling over. Somewhere around the sixteenth lash there was a pause, much longer than any before, and like a curious creature who had withdrawn into a hole of hiding Adelia struggled against the trestle wondering if it was ok to come out now.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 04:58:47</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra didn’t expect Adelia to brace herself for long. The first, sharp cry she had released only confirmed that she had indeed never been disciplined under the lash as a child. The ever defiant girl quelled her whimpering, but each sharp crack that landed against her rear after the hiss of the cane forced a jerk through her body. On the stroke of the eleventh, she let out a strangled shriek of agony as what little pain tolerance she had fled her.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Queen continued the methodical discipline. There was no predictable pattern to the cruel strip of wood. Each strike landed at a different interval, but always bit as deep as a snake. The fifteenth lash that marked the halfway point in the Roman whore’s punishment landed a little harder than the others, causing the jewelry upon Cleopatra’s bust to jingle, signaling a merciful recess.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Adelia’s ass squirming upon the trestle was a lovely shade of pink, only a few small patches untouched by the cane. The ropes binding her legs to the trestle at the thighs and ankles prevented all but the most minute twists and quivers. Some of the harder strokes left deeper streaks of red spreading across the curvature of one cheek, interrupted by her splayed crack before continued to the other. Cleopatra shifted the cane to her other hand, then placed her palm against one of the afflicted globes. Heat radiated from her skin, silently weeping in agony.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Slowly, she slid her hand down as if too wipe the excess heat away from the skin. “What would the great General Latro say if he saw his prized daughter under the lash?” Cleopatra wondered aloud. “Or rather, what would he say if he saw her unable to take such a meager punishment?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra shifted the cane back to her right hand, the leather grip warm from her touch, then placed it back against Adelia’s presented rear. Her other hand poised on her hip, she cocked the wooden reed back and resumed the other half of her punishment. The cane fell upon her already tender skin, but Cleopatra would be sure the patches of untouched flesh would glow evenly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 02:06:54</strong>
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				In that moment of recess Cleopatra’s hand could be felt resting upon her rounded ass and the roman slave inhaled a lungful of air, squirming and trembling from the aftershock of the cane. Peculiar to Adelia’s expectations was how the Queen’s hand felt cool upon the heat of her radiating rump, like a temporary relief to a hot burn. It was different than the bite of the Nile reed, turning the touch into something she did not mind in face of the punishing treatment. The movement of her hand downwards across her afflicted flesh felt like a surge of sexual electricity that struck water, expelling the energy towards her cunt and coaxing her juices to flow. Adelia whimpered, still angry beyond measure but beginning to realize the measure of her helplessness.<br><br><em>“…Or rather, what would he say if he saw her unable to take such a meager punishment?”</em><br><br>If it were not glowing red already, her face blushed deeply. Cleopatra found fun in bringing up her father like she was mocking him. She took delight in knowing that she was afflicting the daughter of the roman general who stood as her greatest enemy. Adelia could swear that the Queen was taunting her father and provoking his wrath also, as if she had a personal score to settle with him. It sounded like a challenge to her, and Adelia was one where proud blood ran so deep that she would accept the challenge. She would show Cleopatra that she could take this punishment! Adelia adjusted her stubbornness, dug into her depths and found more courage, and determined within herself to show no more weakness during this punishment. After all, it was only a cane, and she knew of worse punishments than the sting of a Nile reed.<br><br>Adelia growled back at Cleopatra, disturbing some of the pooled saliva in her mouth. The ball gag was still humiliating but it served its purpose, for a growl was all that Adelia could afford in spite of it. Then, the lashes came again, one after another. She failed to keep her body still, as each crack upon her skin left her body jerking in a responsive state. No more, though, would Adelia cry or express any kind of verbal indication that it hurt like hell. She also choked back those tears so that they no longer fell by focusing on the anger boiling inside of her. She redirected the pain into her gut, throwing it like coals upon a fire, so that when the time came she could spew it back out upon Cleopatra. <br><br>Her father would come and rescue her, she knew he would, and the Egyptian Queen would pay tenfold for what she had done, and was going to do, to Adelia.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 05:59:34</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With one final flick of her wrist, Cleopatra delivered the final stroke to Adelia’s buttocks, directly across the center of her cheeks. “Thirty,” she proclaimed, then stooped to once again caress the tortured rear of the bound girl. It now shone completely pink, marred with half a dozen red streaks.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Adelia had worked up some hidden strength to withhold anymore cries during the second half of the caning. She even growled from behind her gag, though the sound bubbled with liquid, some spurting out from the weaker seal near the straps at the corner of her mouth. The tears that threatened to flow had been pulled back, though her eyes still glimmered with moisture.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“An angry whore is still a whore,” the Queen said, smiling at how easy it was to provoke her. She brushed a stray strand of Adelia’s long red hair away from her face. “And anger is something that can be easily quelled.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra handed the cane to one of the Nubians, who then replaced it on the rack along the wall. She then turned her attention once again to Adelia’s ass, taking full hold of the sumptuous flesh and kneading it like dough. Her sex still glared out from between her spread legs, the perfectly bare and shaven lips of her pussy presented for her. It looked like it had been molded from marble, then given life.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Queen smiled, then slid her middle finger down the crack of Adelia’s buttocks until it slid between the folds of her lips, slowly caressing her most sensitive areas. “Ah, you are already wet, whore,” she remarked. “Perhaps I was wrong and the pain of the lash arouses you? Or is it simply unconscious excitement, knowing that you will soon relinquish your body to a Goddess?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She continued to stroke for a few more seconds until Adelia’s splayed nether regions were equally warm as her skin as well as saturated with her own juices. Cleopatra withdrew her finger, tracing it back up the crevice of her rear, then began to toy with the puckered hole of her ass. Her finger danced around the muscle, then slowly pushed into it, deeper and deeper until the tip of her knuckle touched the skin.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 02:11:28</strong>
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				Adelia could feel the flick of Cleopatra’s wrist in that thirtieth strike. It cracked against her skin sounding like a taunt piece of wood that splintered against an object, although the flexible reed never did fracture at any point. Over and over it sent sizzling pain into her buttocks with each streaking mark across her fair skin. She had never endured anything like this experience before, giving Cleopatra the credit of being the first to administer punishment to put her in her place. <br><br>The Queens hand rubbed over the globes of her ass cheeks, and Adelia could literally feel her touch absorbing the heat that radiated off of her tortured flesh. Her thighs were in a tremor, but she did not try to remove herself from Cleopatra’s contact this time no matter how useless it would have been anyways. Adelia rested, trying to collect herself from the mess that the Nile reed had dealt and the overwhelming character of Egypt’s Queen. But when the finger trailed down the crack of her ass the roman captive’s eyes widened and her hips swayed upon the trestle in an attempt to flee. Adelia was displayed in such a way that all of her secrets were spread wide open. A swelling need to close her legs and protect rose within her, and those delicate ankles began a futile task of tugging against their bindings. As Cleopatra’s finger trailed further down it reached the soft lips of her pussy and Adelia took a gasp of air, forcing it to suck around the massive gum ball to fill her lungs. <br><br><em>“Ah, you are already wet, whore. Perhaps I was wrong and the pain of the lash arouses you? Or is it simply unconscious excitement, knowing that you will soon relinquish your body to a Goddess?”</em><br><br>Adelia flushed with embarrassment to find that Cleopatra’s observed statement was not far from the truth. She was wet. She could feel her own juices stirring and seeping into the folds of her cunt, turning it into a moist haven of secrets. Her breathing was faster than normal, first spurred by the thirty bites of a snake and now by the mortification of knowing that her sex was enjoying <em>something</em> that her mind did not find.<br><br>Then, Cleopatra’s finger teased about the hole of her ass. Adelia was frightened, and wiggled in those ropes and whimpered about the ball gag as if she was about to get pushed off a cliff. The Queen paid no mind, having Adelia’s rump secured in position, and delved her finger into the tight opening…making the roman captive squeal and bite down.<br><br>Yet those first reactions to the fear of having something pushed up her ass quickly died away to moans that pleaded for her to stop. By the time Cleopatra’s finger was buried to the bend of her knuckle Adelia was trembling in awkward confusion. There was no pain, but only the discomforting feeling of being violated …and that undeniable sensation of experiencing something strangely arousing, too.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 04:44:38</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Adelia’s moans sounded not unlike an animal in heat. It was just another aspect of the gag that aided in breaking a will; the throes of agony and pleasure were forced to share the same voice. Her rear bucked and jerked upon its wooden pedestal, but the Queen’s hand stayed firmly in place with her middle finger stuffed into her hole. She could feel the contractions of the muscles as the Roman whore futilely tried to close herself. Instead, all it did was make her muscle flex around her finger.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Such a tight orifice,” Cleopatra commented, then slowly began to probe her finger back and forth. She never completely removed it, instead only allowing her middle knuckle to slide in and out of the circle. “This will be an excellent treat for the distinguished guests of my palace.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She continued the slow and sensuous thrusts of her finger, relishing the warmth of Adelia’s inside around her finger. With her other hand, she traced the front of her thong with a single finger, teasing what lay beneath for later. It was just enough to stir her inner desires, one that Adelia herself would relieve her of. But for now, she intended to do something with Adelia’s dripping cunt instead.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra extended her hand to gently grace the chin of one of the Nubians. With only the tips of her fingers she drew him close until he stood before Adelia on the trestle. Not unlike a snake, she pulled her body close to his, pressing her hips against a broad thigh. Her hand then slid down his oiled bare chest and to his groin, where she circled his already semi-erect cock. Even when partially limp, his cock was massive, thick and muscular. The slave’s balls were enormous, having been trained and teased for years until they were bountiful enough for her satisfaction.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With tiny gyrations her hand twisted and stroked, and within seconds the Nubian’s cock grew to its full massive length with a proud crown that flexed anxiously as blood flowed into it. All this took place a mere foot from Adelia’s face.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 06:08:20</strong>
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				The roman girl tried her best to escape from the estranged appendage buried in the hole of her ass. She bucked more than a few times and wiggled, hoping that Cleopatra would withdraw her finger. Adelia could not stop her rear muscles that flexed against the Queens violation either and they gripped upon her mauling breach like a glove three sizes too small. Realization of her helplessness sat even deeper, touching upon the edges of her mind and beginning to break apart her stubborn conviction that nothing could be done to her against her will. Those struggles for escape became smaller and meeker, knowing that it was useless, and Adelia’s breath came deeper akin to an animal in heat. She was trying to warm up to the idea that Cleopatra would not remove her finger until she saw fit to do so.<br><br>Then, the Egyptian Goddess began to slide her finger within Adelias orifice. She cried, almost like a grunt of recognition to how far the Queen wanted to rub it in. The movements within that stretched hole made her tighten up, causing more pain and discomfort. It felt like a rigid stick probing her ass, sliding deeper until it reversed direction only to repeat again. The foreign feeling of having something to grip onto in her ass sent a shudder over her muscles that couldn’t be mistaken for anything else but pleasure. Adelia began to shake her head in denial… refusing to find pleasure, refusing to give up, and determined to not let the Queen find any ounce of victory over her inner self.<br><br>The Nubian was brought closer, so close to Adelia’s face that she could smell the lustrous odor of the oil spread over his dark skin. The scent was pleasantly alluring, but Adelia was not paying attention. She was bent on seeing how Cleopatra sensually tucked her hip against the man’s thigh and ran her hand down his wired stomach to his semi-hard cock. The member grew harder and larger under the skillful attention of the Queen. She could feel her own eyes stretch in their wide innocence at his beastly size and heavy-hanging balls that she almost felt dizzy headed. <br><br>Her head wildly shook from side to side in denial of the man. Her muffled moans and grunts sounded like pleas… as if she wanted to say something that couldn’t wait until the gag was out of her mouth. She felt a cool drop of saliva drip from the stretched corner of her mouth and felt frustrated that she couldn’t swallow or wipe her mouth clean. It was impossible to ignore the sight of Cleopatra rubbing the Nubians cock and how it throbbed with blood because it was done in front of her face, too! Cleopatra made sure that Adelia would see its size… and she feared that the Queen had other plans other than rubbing him hard with her attentive hands.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 07:18:11</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra continued to absently toy with her Nubian’s cock as if it was something to merely pass the time. The supple skin beneath her hand slid smoothly in the fragranced oil that lightly doused his entire body. She pinched the fat head between her thumb and forefinger, lifting and dropping it like a cat playing with a mouse. Gravity and tightness caused the heavy organ to bounce stiffly each time it fell. The slave stayed silent, though the passive look in his eyes hinted at his true feelings. The personal touch of the Nile Goddess was one of the absolute pleasures in the world.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Egyptian Queen smiled deviously. Adelia already knew what was about to happen, but since had thrown away the gift of a coherent voice, the blubbering pleas and muffled cries gave way to nothing but leaking drool from behind the ball gag. All that was left for her was the widening of her eyes and the futile shaking of her head. Cleopatra gave the cock one final stroke from before cupping the slave’s chin.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Ravish this whore, slave,” she commanded lightly to the Nubian. “But do it <em>slowly</em>…She is to feel every thrust in, and out. Make her feel your wide girth penetrating her moist cunt and the ravenous force of your hips. You will not come until I grant you release, and you are not to increase your cadence.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Yes, my Queen,” the slave responded lowly, and then moved to the rear of the trestle.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In comparison to Adelia Latro herself, the Nubian was massive. He set himself behind her, gripping her hips in his hands. Unbroken and untrained, he would have ripped such a girl apart, but under the Queen’s hand, he was as docile as a dog. His thick meaty cock, stiff straight from Cleopatra’s touch poised over Adelia’s splayed pussy with the tip of the wide head resting firmly on the entrance. He leaned forward and slowly slid into her, inch by agonizing inch. Adelia’s cunt stretched, wrapping tightly around his girth until the full diameter of his cock spread her wide.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His long cock slid in deeper and deeper until the base of his hips touched her buttocks, balls pressing up against her groin. Though slow, the force behind the push actually strained Adelia forward against her ropes. No sooner did he halt the intrusion did he pull himself out equally slow. Before he withdrew completely, he stopped and pushed forward again. Always at the same steady pace, he filled her from behind. His girth left no room inside of her and each thorough fuck made sure her pussy swallowed ever centimeter of his girth. The trestle creaked and groaned in a slow easy rhythm as every powerful thrust forced the girl forward.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 01:14:51</strong>
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				Adelia was quite horrified. The whites of her eyes had been clear, while now the first signs of stress were becoming visible through the spider leg veins that crept faintly from the edges of her eyes. Fear was smeared all over the window to her soul; pools of amber liquid quivering in utter humiliation. The sight of the Nubians cock was so large that she wanted to close her eyes and pretend this wasn’t happening. There was nothing appalling about him at all. These were just not the circumstances that Adelia would have chosen to see his large member in. However she just could not help herself from watching how Cleopatra’s hands smoothed over its length and dabbled playfully with its head. She could see every ridge and every shade of differing colors running along his thick cock that her gaze just seemed to fixate on his package…very much aware of her own vulnerable body.<br><br>Then Cleopatra gave him the command that she had feared. Her cries of protest gauged louder from her throat and she vigorously shook her head back and forth in objection to the words. What hair that was not hindered by the taunt straps of the ball gag splayed about her shoulders in a copper-red madness. The Nubians answer to the Queens desire made Adelia whine…<em>how could such a strong man obey her like a docile dog!</em> She realized that Cleopatra was going to get what she wanted and Adelia had no choice, no words, nothing to voice her opposition to this craziness. She writhed so much against the binds of rope that they nearly rubbed her raw, and would have if it were not for the soft Egyptian thread and careful weavings.<br><br>Hands were set upon her hips. Adelia froze; her legs trembling and shaking. The Roman daughter had always approached sexual contact within modest perimeters. Being fucked like this was very humiliating; the kind of humiliation best buried and never mentioned about again. The wide head bumped up against her exposed entrance before resting into position and her breathing became fearfully rapid, while horrified eyes glanced at Cleopatra pleading for a change in heart. Then, the slave pushed in. Her pussy stretched to a wide breadth, and then stretched even more…trying to accommodate his heavy circumference. She gritted her teeth into the gum ball and strenuously groaned. A couple more inches slid in and Adelia’s eyes nearly rolled back into her head. The sensation was incredible. The feeling of her sex being stretched and filled with no room to spare around a meaty cock plunged her body into a sexual drive and her groan turned into an animalistic cry of undeniable pleasure.<br><br>He pushed all the way into her, slowly, making her move forward against the trestle and giving her ample of time to feel the fullness of his size before withdrawing back. Even with her cunt previously wet from the treatment of caning it was still a slow, rough fuck. She moaned in pleasurable humiliation with an occasional writhing wiggle in her bonds and despite her attempts she could not stop the tear that ran down her cheek. Under Cleopatra’s direction Adelia was made to feel every inch move within her and she took it all, just like the Queen desired.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 06:26:57</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Adelia was enchanting to watch as she struggled. But ultimately, her efforts merely fatigued her more as she was ravished against her will. The look she had given Cleopatra was one of pleading and compromise to which she only smiled triumphantly at. Her face eventually became an unreadable mask as the slave settled in his rhythm and she became lost in the sea of unwanted pleasure.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Do you like my slave’s big thick cock?” she murmured in her ear.&nbsp; From her current stance at the bound girl’s side, she could witness his penetration. The Nubian still held her by the hips, thrusting himself deeply into her very slow and forcefully. “Can you feel the tingle of pain beginning to intertwine with the throes of pleasure as he stretches you to your limit? You moan like a whore in heat.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra herself knew very well the potency of her Nubian slaves. From time to time, she would indulge in an unbroken one shackled to her bed. Even the Cleopatra herself was fatigued after such a night with one. They possessed remarkable endurance, often fucking a regular woman to exhaustion before climaxing themselves, and would provide enormous amounts of seed even without being trained to produce the copius amounts she demanded.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Adelia’s frame was small to begin with, and no doubt that after her very first day within the walls of her palace, her cunt would throb with both agony and want.&nbsp; Each orgasm would be slowly pulled form her body as the Nubian continued to thrust, every last surface of his girth stimulating her from the inside.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A tear rolled down Adelia’s cheek. The girl had to be experiencing wave upon wave of emotion. Cleopatra ran a hand through her silky hair, leaning in close to breathe in the fermented smell. “I could command him to stop,” she purred enticingly in her ear. “Just as easily as he began, he would cease. But then the cane would lay across your buttocks once again, for if you do not pleasure, you are to be punished.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra squatted before her, cupping her cheeks in her hand and tracing one of the straps of the ball gag. Her eyes bore deep into Adelia’s, glinting off the light from her magnificent royal necklace that sat upon her enormous bosom. She leaned closer, planting a soft kiss teasingly upon the ball gag between her spread lips. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 16:44:01</strong>
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				<em>”You moan like a whore in heat.”</em><br><br>But this humiliation did not keep Adelia from those throaty moans. She couldn’t help it. His size was massive within her small cunt and it stretched her skin into painful diameters. Each slide of his cock sent pleasure and pain rippling through her body like someone had broke the top off of Pandora ’s Box. His length sunk into her depths with slow force – she grunted each time, overwhelmed by the sensation.<br><br>She couldn’t escape from the rising climax. Her female sex burned in lust for this Nubian cock. There was no wondering why Cleopatra kept this slave around. The Queen was forcing this pleasure upon Adelia and the roman slut, dignified in status yet still every ounce a woman in need, was shattered. She could not help but let go of her rebellion and give up to the intense carnal feelings assaulting her young body. Her eyes closed shut. Each and every subtle movement of his submerged cock brought Adelia closer to an orgasm, and she knew it would not be a common one. The energy was building up and would soon explode, so intense and different to any climax she had ever known it would leave her feeling exhausted afterwards… <br><br>The Goddesses fingers ran through her hair and Adelia opened her eyes, listening to her words that were whispered. She trembled, knowing that she held no desire to experience the bite of the cane again. Her buttocks was still radiating heat, now being rubbed up against the Nubians abdomen each time he slowly thrust forward to press her against the trestle.<br><br>She felt a taste of defeat when Cleopatra squatted before her face, cupping her cheeks and running a finger along the edged strap to her ball gag. It was a clear proclamation of who was in control…and oh how the Queen had ways of making Adelia feel it. She found the deep gaze of Cleopatra’s boring into her own and an especially deep thrust from the slave put an uninhibited whimper into her throat. Her eyes softened to Cleopatra’s as a wave of submission rushed over her and pushed her against the door of that built up orgasm. When the Queen landed a kiss upon the other side of the gum ball, their lips so close to meeting with one another, Adelia groaned in a lustful need to release her cum and juices all over the slave’s cock. Her entire body begged for this and Adelia was a hair width away of letting go completely and giving Cleopatra the satisfaction of triumphantly seeing how much of a whore in heat she could be.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 18:30:45</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Nothing is preventing you from surrendering yourself to me,” Cleopatra purred, planting another kiss upon the ball gag. “No commanding father forbids you from experiencing complete ecstasy. The only one that holds you back from bliss is yourself. You cursed me and hate me, but who is it that is giving this exotic pleasure and offering you the chance to relish my breasts and loins?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra smoothed back a lock of red hair, now damp with sweat. Adelia’s rhythmic grunts continued, timed perfectly with each penetrating thrust of the slave behind her. It was up to her how soon she could release herself, though Cleopatra held the ultimate power of allowing her to orgasm. Whether or not Adelia wanted the orgasm was irrelevant; she would soon feel the difference in what the Queen was subjugating her with.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Now come for me, whore,” Cleopatra coaxed, her lips still pressed close to her mouth. “I want you to scream as you burst onto my Nubian’s thick cock. If you do not, this pleasure will cease, and the pain will continue.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She contemplated commanding the slave to increase his cadence and rip the orgasm from her quickly, but she left him to his current rhythm, ever so slowly pushing her closer and closer against her will. It was a slow, steady march towards the edge of a high cliff, and soon Adelia would be poised at the edge and pushed off.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>20-11-2009, 00:24:41</strong>
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				Cleopatra was learning that Adelia was not a pain slut. A cane cropping against her ass was enough to make the roman girl re-think her attitude. When threatened with more pain on top of what had stung her rump she was willing to do almost anything. What would someone expect from a spoiled brat who had never been punished and had just about any lavished possession she wanted? Never had she been given an opportunity to thicken her core against violence and pain or to harden her guts and swallow discomfort. This did not necessarily mean that her entire family was as intolerant to pain as she was. Maybe her father, being the tough roman general that he was, could not be bent so easily in the face of such a threat. Cleopatra would be able to see Adelia’s worried reaction in her eyes and brow when told to cum, or else face more pain.<br><br>It was not difficult to choose either. With the slow penetrating stride of the Nubian slave she had been pushed to the edge of that high cliff. She was already feeling the compulsion to jump, for the fall from the cliff was not seen as something dreaded but as something that gave an intense sensation of liberated freedom. An orgasm was that such of release; intense, free, and liberating. Adelia just could not help herself; she could not resist an orgasm when it felt this good.<br><br>Her lips tingled, like taste buds that invoked the flavor of a craved food, when Cleopatra kissed her ball gag again. She could smell the scented perfume in the Queens hair and could hear the pleasant jingling of her necklace. Closing her eyes her face read nothing but a hard-given submission, finally having it ripped from her by the skilled Egyptian Goddess. The orgasm exploded like a geyser, and sent a tingling fire into the soles of her feet. Those tight muscles in her pussy pulsed tightly about the Nubians cock, throbbing and milking him, and trying to eat him alive. Her body strained against the trestle and the ropes as wave after wave of powerful pleasure rippled through her entire body. Adelia did scream against that giant ball gag. The sound was a primal cry, whimpering in overwhelming pitches that expressed her crushing resistance and the undeniable pleasure that seized her emotions.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>20-11-2009, 22:19:08</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra could feel the tremors from all over Adelia’s body through her face. The whore screamed, bucking against the trestle as the Nubian pumped the orgasm out of her. The ropes held her fast though, and left her unable to control the flow of pleasure; it only burned uncontrollably from her loins.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Good whore,” Cleopatra cooed once Adelia’s climax finished. She smiled then rose from her squat before her. The Nubian paused in his rhythm, prompting the Queen to raise an eyebrow. “Did I give you leave to stop, slave? Continue fucking this whore as I commanded.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Yes my Queen,” the Nubian said, then began to move his hips again, continuing the assault on her soaked cunt.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Faster,” Cleopatra ordered. “I do not care to wait for her second orgasm.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Nubian fucked faster as his Queen desired. The slow, agonizing beat increased to a respectable pace, but was still far below the brutal strength he was capable of. His hips swatted her striped ass with each thrust, and his enormous balls slapped the underside of her cunt.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“As long as his balls remain full of seed, your body is only an orifice for pleasure,” Cleopatra whispered in her ear from her side. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;She reached over and around her, hands finding her breasts and fingers finding her nipples. She gently caressed them between her index finger and thumb, relishing how still and erect they were becoming. The Queen’s arousal was growing exponentially, but she forced herself to wait before she tasted the sweet flesh of her breast. Breaking a whore was not unlike breaking a horse; one careless mistake and it would be ruined, and Cleopatra had no desire to ruin Adelia Latro. Once thoroughly humiliated, the girl would begin her slow ascent up the ladder of her favor. Cleopatra would use her body for what she saw fit, until the girl could earn the right to kneel at her side.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 02:47:08</strong>
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				So strong was the orgasm that devoured her body that she was left without energy when the sensation died away. All that adrenaline previously built up had been used for one purpose, and now her sponge-like muscles had become squeezed dry by the climaxing rush. Flesh grew soft again, more sensitive to touches and more inclined to buckle under any tiny infraction of pain. Tremors of a soul experiencing deep levels of emotional conflict trembled her elbows and knees. That orgasm had given her a ride upon the towering bearings of ocean water, and a sweet layer of sweat glistened faintly on her brow and back.<br><br>Cleopatra praised her, using a demeaning name, making Adelia waver in what little resistance remained after the humiliating experience. The Queen had gotten what she wanted and Adelia could not have stopped it. Her own body betrayed her, coveting the pleasures in jealousy and gluttony as if she would never set paths across this kind of ecstasy again. She was the daughter of a great Roman general and now she almost hated herself for her own weaknesses - for giving Cleopatra the pleasure of watching her orgasm like a <em>hungry whore</em>.<br><br>Having lost a part of herself in that first orgasm, her grunt came hard when the Nubian deliberately started his thrusting all over again. Adelia could have screamed with a combined sense of pleasure and humiliation, and sometimes the cry <em>did</em> slip through her throat; her efforts at not letting the sensations affect her failing more often than not. Her body was thrust into the strict confines of the soft rope and trestle making her resemble a piece of rocking furniture each time he ground his hips deep within.<br><br>Again, the tall-tale signs of her climax grew all over again. The thick cock stimulated every ounce of her sex, stuffing her full and stretching her limits. Adelia’s voice quivered and muffled into the ball gag when the Egyptian Queen found her breasts. She visibly quivered when her nipples were gently massaged and caressed between two fingers. Like a domestic animal she found herself in subjugation to her touch, unable to help her own self against the Queen’s delights. It pulled her further up that mountainside once again until she could see the same cliff as before. The Nubian’s ravenous pace gave her no respite in her climb either and again, like an aftershock to the first, Adelia moaned hard into the curve of the ball with a second orgasm. The moan was overwhelmed with sexual bliss…then turned into a groan of self-disappointment at having lost again…then died off into a whimpering cry that edged defeat. Poor Adelia could not deny how her body craved after the carnal sensations the Queen invoked. She let silent tears fall, fearful to hear the whisperings of her flesh and the secrets it shared about longing to be in bondage to Cleopatra, Egypt’s Goddess.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 20:00:05</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Nubian slave squeezed the second orgasm from Adelia, and the Roman whore once again screamed in forced ecstasy in her binds. Cleopatra slowly patted the small of her back as she would a dog, just above the line of punishment she had inflicted before. She thought of simply allowing the Nubian to continue his pace until he would be unable to contain himself, but she decided that the point had been made clear to Adelia.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Stop slave, and pull out slowly. This whore has earned a light reprieve, but she is not to forget the size of your cock.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her Nubian obeyed, stopping his thrusts on his next, then slowly pulled his cock out of her cunt. Removing himself proved just how large he was. His shaft was just as hard as it was when it had started, now glistening with the juices she had released. Had Cleopatra not been so accustomed to the girth, it would have surprised her to see how such a large organ could ravish such a small receptor. Adelia’s pussy was red and wet, and most undoubtedly was going to be quite sore within the hour. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Untie her body, and leave her legs bound,” Cleopatra commanded to the remaining slave. “Hold her so that I may sample her for myself.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The other Nubian complied, loosening the rope that bound Adelia’s torso to the whipping trestle. The rest of her binds Cleopatra’s guards applied earlier were still tight and secure, her arms folded back to thrust her chest forward. The slave gathered her damp red hair in his hands, then pulled her up so she sat upright straddling the trestle, holding her in place by her locks.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra stepped close, taking hold of one of Adelia’s breasts in her hand. The silky smoothness of her pampered skin was enhanced by the moisture of her sweat. Her thumbs once again grazed the stiff bud that was her nipple, gently teasing the tip with the minute lines on her finger. They were by far not the largest in her collection, but nor were they the smallest.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Cleopatra effortlessly bent at the waist and parted her lips, taking just the tip of her breast into her warm mouth and lavishing it with sensuous kisses. She would first lightly suckle over her nipple and areola, and then tease the bud of silk between her teeth. Her tongue swirled across the circumference of the areola, bathing it with its warmth, then coiled back like a snake, flicking faster than the eye could see across the tip of the nipple for what seemed like a small eternity. The pattern continued in a mesmerizing circle as Cleopatra displayed several lifetimes of sexual experience. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 01:17:32</strong>
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				The Nubian stopped his thrusts upon Cleopatra’s command. He slowly pulled out of Adelia’s small chasm of hot juices, making the walls of her cunt pull and stretch. It felt like her pussy did not want to give the meaty cock up and clung to its thickness as it withdrew completely. Now she felt empty, but ravished. Already a dull burn lingered in those pubic muscles in affirmation to the soreness she would have later on.<br><br>Adelia was beside herself, unable to appear unaffected by the sexual acts forced upon her. She had lost all control over her rationale and was existing in a moment of time where focus was tuned into the <em>now</em> of the moment. Nothing else mattered nor bore weight except for Cleopatra herself. It was as if someone had put blinders upon her mind and blocked out everything in the world except for Egypt’s Queen. Little did Adelia know, but this was a step into submission. Every part of her body was reconciled to Cleopatra. It was the Queen who had started this, and it would be the Queen who would finish it.<br><br>There was a slack in the rope that bound her upper body to the trestle. Then, her hair was roughly grabbed and used to yank her head up. Following painful suite, her body raised as well at the waist, putting her into a standing position. The roman slave squinted her eyes shut at the pain on her scalp and sucked in a hard bucket of air into her lungs through the passages of her nose. Her lower tummy and chest expanded and shrunk fiercely while trying to catch up with her breathing that seemed shackled to those plundered emotions. The Nubian kept her hair in a grip, putting her into a strenuous arch of the back that jutted her breasts outward even more then the bondage position that secured her arms.<br><br>When Cleopatra brushed her erect nipple ever so lightly Adelia whimpered. Her arms flexed against the rope that secured them behind her back. It was humiliating, yet so sexually provocative too. Adelia’s arrogant stubbornness just did not run as deep as Cleopatra’s stunning presence and the many lifetimes of voluptuous eroticism. When her nipple was sucked into the sensual warmth of the Queens mouth Adelia shivered in a thrill of pleasure. The dark areola was also drawn to Cleopatra’s tongue and Adelia just about shattered into acceptance of her helpless state. The sensational pattern of indulgence made by Cleopatra’s skilled tongue was perfect. When it continued the assault upon her marble-sized nipple, Adelia nearly swayed three inches upon her feet in bliss if it would not have been for her bound ankles and held hair. Instead Adelia whimpered again, this time in unison to the floor that dropped out from under her stubborn attitude. Almost pleadingly she moaned to the Queen surprising herself, begging for more.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 01:47:59</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Cleopatra continued to lavish pleasure upon Adelia’s left breast with her tongue, ignoring the drugged moans from the girl begging for more. The flesh of her captive was indeed sweet, spiced with the salt of her sweat and more smooth than the skin of a ripe fruit. She would learn that no matter how much she begged or pleaded for more, her skin was hers to enjoy, and she would indulge or cease at her leisure.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Queen released her mouth from her nipple, giving it one last caress with the tip of her tongue. The areola gleamed like a jewel in the light as her saliva slowly began to dry. The other sat dry and ignored, but even for the prize of her harem, Cleopatra had bestowed a generous amount of pleasure upon her.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Release her from the trestle and force the whore to her knees,” she ordered the Nubian. His cock still stood stiff and straight, shining from Adelia’s cunt. He would have to be drained later, perhaps by the Roman whore herself. But for now, Cleopatra wanted a fresh slave.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She beckoned to the second slave, who obediently stepped forward, head bowed as he towered over her. As before, she took hold of his semi limp cock and began to massage it. Only after seconds of her hand dancing around the flesh it grew thick and long, just as the other’s did. After she finished arousing him, she placed her hands on Adelia’s face, caressing the lines of the gag.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I think it is time for this to come off,” she purred. “When your mouth is free, you will be silent unless in the throes of sex and pleasure.” She arched an eyebrow, then without warning slapped the girl across the face. “Unless, of course, an unruly whore has insulted her Goddess…then you should beg for her mercy and forgiveness.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra worked her finger beneath each buckle of the gag, loosening and undoing them, then pulled the cruel restraint down. The enormous ball popped free of Adelia’s mouth, followed by a torrent of spit that flowed down her chin. The gag settled around her neck, a reminder for further use, and the Queen gathered up her hair, holding it in her fist as she pulled her head back.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Now, beg whore.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 05:57:54</strong>
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				It was true, Adelia was drugged. She had become intoxicated with Cleopatra’s spells, whatever they may have been. Maybe the Queen was a witch and had spoken a hex upon the roman daughter of Janus. Maybe she had somehow slipped poison into Adelia, making her compliant enough to enjoy the saccharine suckles upon her nipple. Or maybe Cleopatra was a Goddess, as some rumors held, and she had enchanted the fresh slave into the temporary throes of sexual indulgence. Or maybe it was more simple then that, and was the product of her own emotions too exhausted to cling onto rebellion and instead started trickling down and pooling into a plane of acceptance; bitter but sweet. <br><br>Whatever the truth, Adelia was drugged enough to beg in moans. Always having a tone of certainty and finality in her voice, these moans were something foreign to even Adelia herself. They were timid at first, like someone who did not know their own voice. Cleopatra ignored them. Egypt’s Queen took what she wanted from Adelia’s breast and gave this melting roman slave no acknowledgement whatsoever. This made Adelia feel embarrassed…her pride hurt, or at least some of what pride there was left!<br><br>Each flick of Cleopatra’s lithe muscle over her nipple gave her an explosion of sensational pleasure that rippled deep within her breast. Her eyes closed and her mouth parted, amazed that the tip of her own tongue tingled with the same pleasure. When the Queen was finished, her nipple glistened, and her other disregarded breast ached for the same treatment. She was unbound the rest of the way, though her arms remained secured, and she was forced to her knees somewhere on the floor near the trestle.<br><br>After casually pleasing the second male slave Cleopatra’s hands were on Adelia’s face, tracing the straps to that giant gag. With eyes that had dipped away from the drugged trance, though still carried their infused lust, Adelia regarded the Queen while her cheeks tingled with her touch. She would give just about anything to have that gag out of her mouth. It was terribly hurting her jaw. Then her face burned hot when the Queen slapped her…<br><br>It hurt, but it could have been worse. The most it did was spark a reminder back into the roman citizen of the hatred she should have for Egypts Queen. Her eyes glared only for a second, while already determining that she would never beg for mercy or forgiveness when Cleopatra deserved every insult directed her way. It now seemed as though Adelia was no longer under Cleopatra’s drugged spell, but her glare did hold a type of wisdom that had been absent all those other times, prior.<br><br>The gag was popped out of her mouth and a string of thick saliva fell down her chin and dribbled on her leg. It hurt to close her mouth because the gag had been so big that it stressed the corners of her jaw. But just as Adelia was getting used to not being a victim of the giant gum ball now, her red-tinted hair was seized. Her scalp was near a painful threshold from the Queens grip in her hair, but Adelia did not complain this time. Her head was roughly pulled back and she was very acutely aware of the Nubian who stood ready to plunge his hardened cock into her mouth, but Adelia clamped her mouth shut closed. Adelia would have very readily taken and sucked upon the massive cock as Cleopatra wanted, but it was the begging that she would not do. Adelia would not beg on command, no. She would not beg for mercy or forgiveness either! There were some things Cleopatra could easily break within her new roman slave, but getting her to beg upon command would have to be taken to a different level.<br><br>Adelia quietly stayed on her knees with her arms bound and breasts jutting outwards. Cleopatra pulled her head back a little bit further but Adelia did not say a word. She even averted her eyes away from the Queens face, staring at a spot on the ceiling.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 20:27:32</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra smiled as the girl once again transformed back to her a shadow of her former self. She would admit to be disappointed if Adelia could have been broken so easily, especially given her position. If nothing else, it was comforting to her that Janus’s own flesh and blood was a challenge, confirming the fact that the Roman general was indeed the problem that he was in her life.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The spirit mimicked the body, though once the spirit was broken, only the body remained. Adelia’s spirit was strong, but it was riddled with unexplored weaknesses. Her sexual appetite was enormous, which shamed her, and her spoiled upbringings made her skin tender to the lash.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Have you already forgotten your place, whore?” Cleopatra mused, then cracked her hand against Adelia’s cheek again. Her silky red hair was pulled taught between the Queen’s fingers, forcing her head back. “You will beg.” Another slap on the same afflicted spot, then another, and another. In a slow, methodical pace, Cleopatra struck the girl’s tender cheek. A pleasant, resonating tingle ran through her hand each time her palm made contact with her face, moist from traces of spittle.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You are bound, and your voice is only permitted when I deem it,” Cleopatra purred softly between slaps. “Do you think yourself triumphant in refusing to surrender what I desire? You do not see it whore, but I have already won. I have gained your body, and you are powerless to do otherwise.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The slaps continued, each <em>cracked</em> followed by a whimper as Cleopatra stared into her watering eyes. The slaps were generous; short stings of pain that intensified slowly. If Adelia stayed strong, which she very well might, Cleopatra would simply increase the pain more and more, and there was nothing the whore could do about it. That was what she had yet to realize.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 03:49:28</strong>
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				The first slap made her wince. Her eyes quickly squinted then shot open wide in a surprised shock. Looking at Cleopatra her own expression read nothing but someone who was wronged; wronged in the treatment she was enduring. It should have been like any other slap the Queen had given Adelia but this one was reserved, not meant to pain her flesh but to pain her pride. Sure, Adelia felt mistreated and offended but while her gaze held upon Cleopatra’s face she knew that no sympathy would be given. Her days of servants and pampering concerns were gone, at least for now they were.<br><br>Then another slap bit into her cheek at the same spot. Again she winced, this time drawing her eyes away from the Queens face and finding their gaze upon the Nubians ready cock. Beg? <em>Never.</em><br><br>More slaps followed and after the fourth or fifth one Adelia realized Cleopatra’s tactic. Each smack hurt a degree more than the previous one, and so forth. The pain increased until she was trying to shy away from the inflicting hand while anticipating each measured strike. Her breathing became harder while her suffering flesh conflicted with the stubbornness in her mind. Cleopatra would allow her no room to flee, so the intense grip in her hair stung her scalp. Involuntarily, whimpers fell from her mouth after the slaps started to burn like electricity across her flushed face.<br><br><em>Gods, she hated pain.</em> There was just no room in tolerance for it. Maybe if her father hadn’t have spoiled her so much then she could withstand affliction a little more.<br><br>Finally, the slaps fell to a level unbearable and Adelia opened her mouth…but what came out were not words of supplication, but words of anger. “When my father has you in chains it will be your begs that will fill the air, and not mine!” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 07:03:32</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The slaps continued as if Adelia hadn’t burst out, effectively drowning her defiant threat with waves of stinging pain. “Empty words. Your father will fulfill his purpose upon my bed, and long before that day you will worship me as your true Goddess.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra shifted her hold on Adelia’s hair, taking a firmer grip in the sweaty, glossy strands, but her other hand did not halt its firm rhythm against her face. Every half dozen slaps, she would caress the afflicted area with an intimate hand, only to once again strike it harshly. Despite her captive’s attempts to turn away from the blows, the Queen’s hand inevitably found its mark, teasing with its soft potential, but always commanding powerful agony.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Beg for my forgiveness,” she commanded once again. “Beg for my slave’s cock to ravage your throat.” Cleopatra suddenly cocked her head thoughtfully amidst the slaps. “Or do you wish for me to grow tired of playing with your face? Perhaps you desire to once again be bound to the trestle, helpless under the lash? And do not think my wrath extends to mere whippings. A spoiled whore such as yourself has never suffered metal teeth upon your nipples, or the unbearable agony of being hung from your ankles for hours...”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She tugged her hair, making sure she had full view of the Nubian cock behind her. The slave’s member still stood stiff and straight, the head puffed with anticipation for pleasure, though not directly from the Queen’s body. It was impossibly large for Adelia to take in at once, but eventually, she would be able to take the length of it without complaint. Before she was given the pleasure of performing fellatio upon the Queen’s personal slaves, however, she would beg for forgiveness.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 03:22:19</strong>
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				Each slap stung just a cell deeper, painted her face in pain, and chipped away edges of resistance. The sound of the Queens hand against her face resounded loud, but not as loud as the noise in her head. To Adelia the strikes echoed in her mind ten times magnified then any heard by Cleopatra or the Nubian slaves.<br><br>She was the one suffering. No one else was being humiliated or treated wrongly. It made her feel helpless and alone. The smacks would not stop either unless she gave in, or else something worse would be forced upon her such as cold, cruel nipple clamps or being hung upside down from her ankles. She could have swore that Cleopatra was wearing bruises into her face, and when the Queen paused to caress intimately those moments did not seem long enough. It was not a surprise to find the Roman daughter favoring those gestures of respite between slaps. Tears stung her eyes and were heavy, ready to run down her cheeks. Adelia wondered what would be more humiliating; to beg or to cry.<br><br>Adelia Latro was too proud to cry. She may not have a strong tolerance for pain but she certainly was no child either. Although the fact was far from realizing entirely, Cleopatra had been right; the Queen had already won and Adelia was now seeing a shimmering sight of this truth. It did not mean that Adelia was broken, but it did mean that she would have to give the Egyptian Goddess what she wanted to escape the onslaught of smacks, or the threat of clamps and ankle cuffs. The Nubian’s cock was a desirable size that would easily stretch her maw and fill the warmth of her mouth. With each impending strike to her face the cock was looking better and better.<br><br>“Please let me suck his cock.” She cried, crumbling. Despite the sincerity to escape the Queens hand it still felt and sounded awkward to Adelia to hear her own voice beg. The daughter of General Janus does not beg, and yet here she was begging “Please let me suck him.”<br><br>So she gave Cleopatra what she wanted…or at least half of what she wanted. The humiliation for begging for cock on demand was not that expensive compared to the pain ringing through her face. However, the cost of humiliation for begging the Queen’s forgiveness had not been reached yet.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 21:33:26</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra had her hand cocked back for a slap when Adelia cried out. She hesitated, contemplating whether to continue the torment to force harder begs from her, but slowly returned her hand to the afflicted cheek with gentle caresses. She was not truly satisfied with the meek cry, nor would she be until Adelia was streaming at the eyes. But there was plenty of time for the girl to realize her place.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You wish to suck his cock?” She leaned in, softly planting a kiss her on the lips. “Then you shall.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Still holding Adelia by the hair, Cleopatra straightened at the waist, tugging her up high on the tips of her knees. She snapped her fingers, and the Nubian stepped forward. His dark mahogany cock stuck straight before him, aimed at the Roman girl’s face. He was equally as impressive as the one standing obediently in the corner that had just ravished her sore cunt, possessing both length and girth. By comparing size alone, it would be impossible for his entire cock to penetrate her mouth without filling her throat entirely.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra tugged the crimson locks, watching intently. “Suck, whore, and show your Goddess that your foul mouth may be put to some worthwhile use.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>31-12-2009, 02:05:17</strong>
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				Adelia’s lips trembled during the small moment they were pressed for a kiss with Cleopatra’s. She could smell the Queen’s perfumed scents so strongly that the intoxicating fragrances smoothed over the stinging sensation in her nose which she experienced every time she was about to shed tears. The smacks had almost broken the salty sobs from her eyes. The temperature of Adelia’s lips would have been warm, flushed with blood, and she could have looked dismayed, but the roman captive did not return the kiss.<br><br>For only a second she felt triumphant. However meek her pleas had been, the Queen had accepted them and was not going to force more. Also, Cleopatra seemed to have ignored the tiny fact that an apology was never given. Yes, triumphant and a bit relieved too! But there was also a shameful hint of thankfulness buried underneath those haughty emotions. She knew, fearfully, that the Queen did not have to pull back in her method and would have succeeded in all that she had desired to take.<br><br>Adelia’s body and sprit was becoming taxed. A film of sweat covered her nude flesh and the muscles in her thighs trembled in strength while Cleopatra tugged her upwards by her hair so that she became poised aloft those knees. Her hair had become dirty with sweat too, and when her nose was not picking up the sweet perfumes of Cleopatra they were buried in the aroma of her own musky sex that had been smeared all over her pussy and inner-legs. The same shade of ruby red dabbing her cheeks and face where she had been repeatedly slapped glowed vibrantly from those lashed streaks across her ass from the wooden rod. A soreness remained in her jaw by consequence of the obese ball gag that still hung around her neck. Adelia’s emotions felt a relation to the used innards of her cunt too…she was tired, and this was seen in the way her eyes glazed over the fighting spark Cleopatra had witnessed so vibrantly beforehand.<br><br>She obeyed for what she had begged. Her mouth parted and her pink tongue stuck out to establish first contact with the mahogany bulb of the man’s cock. The nimble peek of her tongue slipped beneath the ridge of his mushroom head and slid across that sensitive spot where the nerves gathered together before flattening into a moist bed for the weight of his length to rest upon. Lips then enclosed gently about his circumference as if testing new waters with a reluctant, big toe. The taste of his flesh filled her mouth and her eyes closed shut; but not quick enough for the Queen to miss the mist of sexual lust that enveloped her gaze while her mouth filled up with the man’s meat.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>02-01-2010, 21:45:18</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra snorted in amusement at Adelia’s careful fellatio. She licked the tip of the Nubian slave’s cock as if it were a treat for a spoiled little girl, and when she finally allowed his girth into her mouth, she barely covered his head and moved at an ancient pace. Cleopatra wanted a blowjob fit for a sultan, and the girl was offering her the work of a young child.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“If I wanted a tease whore, I would have done it myself had this slave not serviced me so well the night before,” she sneered, then twisted her wrist, coiling Adelia’s damp red hair in a tight hold. She pushed the back of the girl’s head, forcing her down on the enormous cock without mercy. Even then, her small mouth was only able to encompass half the length. Such a long member was difficult to take at the angle Adelia was kneeling at. She would have to be bound with her head tipped back, so that her throat may open wide for the cock.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;No sooner was the cock buried into her throat, Cleopatra pulled her back, only to shove her back down onto it. The Queen ignored the gags and rasping hacks that bubbled up from her captive, intent only on maintaining the forced violation of the Roman girl’s throat. Thick strands of saliva quickly began to bubble forth, dragged out from the continued withdrawal of the black cock. The froth dripped to her chest, darkening the tan ropes that circled her torso and shining her breasts.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I expect you to take his entire load whore,” Cleopatra said in her ear over the hacking wet gasps. “Any drop you spill will result in punishment.” With the warning firmly planted, she glanced up to the docile slave. “When she has brought you to climax, you may come, slave.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 01:12:41</strong>
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				Adelia muffled a squeal, rasping in a sharp intake of air through her nostrils. Cleopatra had wrenched the tendrils of her hair into a firm grasp that transformed her head into an extension of her will. The pain was intense enough to force Adelia to try and alleviate it almost instantly. Spine straightened and her stomach muscles expanded taunt along her rib cage, trying to stretch upon her knees to lessen the tension. If her arms would have not been bound in that difficult position behind her back she would have tried to stop the hair pulling. An angry mewl followed her squeal, but it was a <em>whimper</em> of anger more than anything; helpless, imposed upon, and reluctantly relinquished over.<br><br>She could feel every pulsing throb in the Nubians dick against her bottom lip and felt the rush of his excited heat transfer to her tongue. His sensitive flesh barely grazed along the edges of her teeth and consciously tried to spread her jaw wider to accommodate his large size. Normally, Adelia would take her sweet time…painfully slow and delicate, business like and haughty. A proper woman should never show too much enthusiasm or her reputation would be changed into one of a street whore, where her fancy upbringing would be the only separation. It was the man who was supposed to be thankful to have such a fine pair of roman lips encircle his needing member, and for Adelia to show that personal pleasure was not gained! When Cleopatra shoved her head forward and buried the length of his dark cock deeper into her mouth her eyes grew as wide as saucers. <em>This was not how it was supposed to be done!</em> The exuberant amount of meat in her mouth, and the depth at which his head knocked up against her throat, was a record breaker for Adelia. <br><br>She gagged and choked.<br><br>Ripples of trembling tremors overwhelmed her shoulders, chest, tummy, and thighs. Unwillingly, but having no choice, the Nubian’s prize-winning size ferociously slid in and out of her gaping mouth. Her saliva worked itself up quickly, creating a thick shimmering coat upon his mahogany skin and dripping in shoelaces to her chest. Each thrust of her head, driven by Cleopatra’s eager will, deeply swelled the man’s cock into every available space in her mouth, leaving very little room for Adelia’s pride to remain. The forced act of being driven down this slave’s dick like a hungry whore broke Adelia into tears. <em>Yes, tears.</em> In-between her choking gags and whimpering sobs the ducts of her eyes overflowed, sending those tears into fine trails down her sweaty cheeks.<br><br><em> “I expect you to take his entire load whore; any drop you spill will result in punishment.”</em><br><br>Her face flushed red. She was not sure she could do this. The daughter of Janus Latro did not affiliate herself with such slutty acts.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 21:23:36</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra smiled triumphantly as the tears squeezed from Adelia’s eyes. She did not know whether they were coerced from the gag reflex of the rape of her throat, or if the girl had simply been pushed to where she needed to be. Either way, the streams rolled down her cheeks, until the mixed with the saliva-coated part of her lower chin that still dripped strands to her bust and the marble floor below.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Messy, messy, messy,” the Queen reprimanded in rhythm with her pushes. A particularly loud gag spurt a strand of drool that hung from Adelia’s breasts. “And you can take merely half his length! I think that tomorrow, after your morning fucking, you shall devote the entire day to learning how to widen your throat.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra continued the brutally forced fellatio. The tremors in her captives body were quite strong and numerous. The girl wanted to pull away, to turn her mouth away from the cock that was impaling her. The Queen felt the resistance as she tried to hold her head back from being thrust down, but the long day of capture, unfamiliar desert heat, punishment, and two orgasms kept her body well sapped of any measureable strength.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Beautiful to watch was Adelia’s face as it became a mask of terror. Save for her chin and the streams from her eyes, every inch of her face was glazed in a fine sweat. One minute she would try to hold herself composed, until the Nubian’s cock pushed past her limit. Then her cheeks would puff and she would hack wetly onto the mammoth shaft into her mouth, sending more spit down her front and onto the Nubian’s balls.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I’m sure you know how much endurance my Nubians have,” she reminded her. “The other forced you to climax twice without coming himself. It will take quite a bit to bring this one to the edge and over.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 19:20:25</strong>
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				Adelia could see that she only took half of the Nubians cock into her mouth. Each time her head was driven off the shaft you could see a ring that marked the extent of her depth upon his length. The half that she covered was darker, as if her mouth was pooling his hot blood underneath his skin, while the half that she couldn’t reach stayed its rich shade of mahogany. Adelia couldn’t imagine pushing anymore of his dick into her mouth. It was an impossibility unless the damn thing was forced down her throat. <br><br>Already she could feel the back of her mouth getting sore, unused to the malleable hardness that invaded it. Her throat muscles were tight and working to try and not gag on him as well as trying to not drown in her own saliva. Adelia quickly found out that she did not like gagging; those gurgling sounds in her throat were so humiliating, and so were the spurts of drool that spilled from the seal between her lips and his god-like size. She could feel the slick spittle along the flesh of her bust where it dropped from her coated chin to soak into the binding rope, and felt so dirty when it began to trail along the slopes of her cleavage to drip off onto the marble floor. Adelia was embarrassed, especially when Cleopatra remarked how messy it was.<br><br>Thinking about the large load of cum that would spring up from his heavy balls and into her mouth made her scared. She had never tasted it before; always making sure that they went outside of her mouth into their own hands. Her pampered self was enraged that Cleopatra was treating her like this. But when the Queen brought to attention his endurance and how she might be stuck like that for a longer while Adelia whimpered about his cock without even knowing she had done so. She knew Cleopatra would keep her pumping along his shaft until he came. The Queen desired to see his load in her captive’s mouth and she was beginning to learn that whatever the Queen desired, it became true.<br><br>Her tears did not stop. Adelia was beyond trying to stifle them dry. She closed her eyes and gave up her resistance against Cleopatra, letting the Egyptian Queen drive her mouth up and down the Nubians large dick. Her muscles still trembled but her spine and shoulders relaxed a considerable amount due to exhaustion and an inner resolve that said it was pointless to resist the inevitable. She still coughed and gagged over his behemoth size and her own inexperience, and saliva still spurted and coated like before, but she no longer fought the hand that had a curled grasp of her red hair. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 06:12:50</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Had Cleopatra been using her own hand, the Nubian would have climaxed far quicker. Her touch knew his every surface, indeed the surface of any cock, and if she willed it he would spill himself in mere moments. But instead she continued to force Adelia down upon him. The minutes passed and passed, marked only by her continuous sputters and gags. The Queen sometimes amused herself by holding the girl upon the cock until an involuntary squirm made her body convulse. When she pulled her back, a torrent of drool would drip from her mouth.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra’s unoccupied hand drifted to her loins, to where she lightly ran her finger over the front of her silken thong. It paled in comparison to the texture of what lay beneath it. It was compelling to force such a haughty bitch to bend to her will. Now, with her hair in her grip and body bound and forced to suck one of her prized slaves, it was arousing to see the girl begin to fall apart by at the seams.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The tiniest movement ran through the dark toned muscles of her Nubian. None other than her would have seen it. It was a gentle shift of his wait, rocking on the balls of his feet. It was a sign of discomfort, but not from standing. Her male Nubians were of the strongest in the land, and simply standing presented no challenge to them.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Are your balls full slave?” she questioned.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Yes, my Queen,” the slave answered.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Full to the brim?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Yes, my Queen.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“And you would like to empty your balls of every last drop into this whore’s waiting mouth?” Cleopatra asked, gazing excitedly into Adelia’s face as she continued to force her back and forth as if she wasn’t a part of the conversation.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Yes, my Queen,” the slave answered again. “May I come?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You may slave.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 14:43:20</strong>
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				Adelia was not ready to have the Nubian burst his load into her mouth. She probably would have never been ready at all. She had listened to the exchange of words between Cleopatra and the slave and became horrified that the moment had arrived. As if she forgot that it was useless to resist, her neck stiffened up and the muscles in her upper torso began to resist the Queen again. Fear had her body moving as well, trying to flee the area. Kneecaps brushed along the marble floor in tiny steps away from the Nubian, only to bump into Cleopatra’s legs. Adelia spit another gag upon the large dick, her back stretched even more to be forced upon his length while straining to get away.<br><br>Then the Nubian exploded his large wad into her mouth. It hit the back of her throat and she clenched her throat muscles so that it wouldn’t run down. It felt heavy and slimy, and seeped underneath her tongue which was already cramped alongside his pulsing head. Another spurt, with just as much volume as the first, sprung to the roof of her mouth. From then on she couldn’t tell if it was a numerous number of gushing jets or just one long steady stream, because it filled her mouth so full that it felt like she had taken a mouthful of warm, bitter-sweet liquid. Adelia panicked, thinking there was not enough room in her mouth for all of it.<br><br>She struggled against Cleopatra so that she could free herself from his erupting cock, but the Queen held her upon him until satisfied that he was done. All the while, tears streamed down her face. She had been forced to do many things she would have never done willingly, and the emotions jolting through her were intense. Adelia knew Cleopatra had invaded and broken down personal barriers.<br><br>Finally the Queen let her off and Adelia coughed, but it was stifled by her clamped lips, the air blowing out her nose. Her cheeks bulged with his cum like a chipmunk with hidden acorns. She remembered Cleopatra’s words that any drop spilled will result in punishment, and clearly she was trying to keep from dribbling any. Exotic tastes were not foreign to a roman dignitary, with fruits and vegetables coming from all corners of the world, and Adelia had tasted worse things in her life. So it was not the taste that got to her, but the very thought of what it was and where it had come from that kept her from swallowing.<br><br>Adelia coughed again, or nearly gagged, and a thin gooey string escaped her mouth and ran down over her chin…and from there on it was all over with. She heavily gagged when that happened, and she bent over with her face to the ground and spit out the load. It streamed from her mouth to the floor, collecting in a milky white pool. Not only was she horrified that she had spilled his load, but she was frustrated with herself that she couldn’t even perform the simple task of swallowing it down. The ends of some of her red hair fell to the ground, soaking in the saliva and cum as she stayed bent over, looking at the mess she had made. “Please Queen Cleopatra, please do not punish me.” She said. “Give me another chance.”<br><br>…not like she wanted to endure it all over again, but it was better than punishment.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 01:04:35</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra smiled decadently when Adelia gagged then coughed out the bountiful load of her slave onto the blue tiled floor. Even more amusing was that after how quickly she spat the seed out, she was already begging for forgiveness. Had the girl been in her harem longer instead of a single day, she would know the Queen of the Nile was not known for granting mercy so easily. True, she was annoyed that her new slave could not follow a simple task like swallowing, but it only proved another way to break Adelia further, and one that made herself feel responsible.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You desire a second chance?” she said tenderly as she collected a few stray strands of red hair in her hand. Her gaze turned to contempt. “There will be plenty of time for that after your punishment. And if you fail again, you will be punished again. So on and so forth until you learn to relish every drop.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra pulled on Adelia’s hair, forcing her to the tips of her knees, then dragged her by the hair back to the whipping trestle which had been waiting patiently for her return.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I think a flogging is in order this time, and an extra hard one for daring to waste the seed of my finest slave upon the floor like a brat. It seems that mouth is only good for hurling insults.” Cleopatra clicked her fingers when they reached the trestle. “Gag her.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The two Nubians advanced, the one still dripping from the fellatio. The same method was applied as before. One pinched her nose and held her head firm while one gripped her jaw and forced the ball around her throat into her mouth. Only this time, it popped in faster, aided by saliva and the seed that still covered her chin. The straps were drawn ever-cruelly tight once more.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As they hoisted her up and began to tie her to the trestle, Cleopatra selected a whip from the rack. It was a short rod, tipped with many soft leather tails. It was similar, yet different, to the ones used on the labor slaves. This one was supple and elegant, lacking the coarse fibers that cut and bled the backs of men, and made from solid gold.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She turned, facing her captive once again stooped over the trestle and bound at the ankles, thighs, and body, her ass forced up and cheeks splayed, displaying her still damp cunt. Absently she combed through the oiled leather with her hand, playing with each little tail, intent on making Adelia feel the wrath of each one.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 04:05:10</strong>
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				Adelia felt the movement in her hair as the Queen gathered up some stray strands. It was gentle and tender compared to her earlier handling. Even her tone sounded kind and warm, but that was only at first glance. Contempt flared into Cleopatra’s accent following, and Adelia gasped when her hair was pulled roughly, bringing her to the tip-most breach of her knees. She was dragged like that back to the whipping trestle and a sinking feeling fell into Adelia’s gut.<br><br><em> “I think a flogging is in order this time, and an extra hard one for daring to waste the seed of my finest slave upon the floor like a brat. It seems that mouth is only good for hurling insults.”</em><br><br>“No please!” The Roman daughter stammered with quivering lips. “I am sorry I spilled it.” Her scalp burned where Cleopatra was gripping to pull her along the tiled floor to the trestle. She followed along awkwardly, but trembling all the while. “Please do not put me on there again. I will do better next time, I promise. Please don’t flog me.”<br><br><em> Cleopatra clicked her fingers when they reached the trestle. “Gag her.”</em><br><br>Adelia helplessly watched as the Nubians neared. Her wrists and arms flexed in the binds that secured them behind her back as if she was trying to escape, again. There was nothing she could do though, and one slave put his hands on her shoulders to steady her in preparation of pinching her nose.<br><br>“Pleeeease Cleopatra, …Queen Cleopatra, I don’t want to be flogged. Don’t do this to me I beg!”<br><br>“PPphhmmmph.” Her nose had been firmly squeezed and the other slave had slipped the large ball gag back into her mouth. Adelia began to shake her head like a dog trying to get something off of its face, but a Nubian clamped her still between two palms, while the other secured the straps behind her head. She whimpered in part frustration, part devastation. Her mouth stretched wide over the gag. Her voice had been cut off sending a wave of deprivation into her emotions. It was the most vital tool in communicating to Cleopatra her feelings, and with it muffled she had no hope of ending this before it began.<br><br>Hoisting and pulling, the two Nubians positioned her back upon the trestle. A fresh coat of sweat began to film over her skin from the dreaded anticipation of the flogger now in Cleopatra’s hands. Her legs were spread wide enough to expose her used cunt and her buttocks still glowed a healthy red from the last experience upon the contraption. Adelia wanted to beg some more! She wanted to try and convince the Queen into mercy, but only fearful whimpers emerged from her stuffed mouth. Closing her eyes she waited, knowing that Cleopatra would soon send those oiled straps up against her receptive thighs and ass. The wait caused her naked body to enhance sensitivity, and a wet throb began to pulse in her cunt.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 09:03:24</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra teased Adelia’s ass thoroughly before beginning. She let the whip dangle over her rear, letting the tips of the leather tickle her skin, then letting them pool against the small of her back and allowing her to feel the weight of the flogger. She poked the head of the flogger against her cunt, a small reminder of just how wide open her privates were, for punishment or for fucking.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then the Queen began. It was a sudden flick of her wrist. The flogger swirled in a little arc as she spun it, the leather whispering softly before its tips viciously cracked against the meat of the girl’s right buttock. The whip spun in her grip, and just as quickly, the tails came around to crack the left buttock. Then they struck the right again, then the left, then the right….The black leather became a blur as she expertly twirled it across her ass again and again.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra poised her hand on her hip, working her body into each stroke. Her hips rocked, fueling just a little more power in each stroke, and her shoulders rocked back and forth in time with each strike, guaranteeing the recoil that set the whip for another strike. The weight of the golden handle ensured each stroke was felt by the receiver as if the leather were the fangs of an asp.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Next time, you will take the full load and swallow it all. You will thank your Queen for it and worship her for her generosity. Isn’t that right, whore?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The rhythmic cracks soon made a rich red color blossom over Adelia’s ass and lower back. Every few strikes made contact with her tender thighs, turning the slightly paler flesh to a matching hue. Her necklace jingled, breasts jiggling with controlled movement as the punishment continued.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>31-01-2010, 04:14:35</strong>
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				Adelia could hear her own breathing as it wheezed around the gag. It humiliated her, so she started breathing out of her nose instead. That gum ball was just as uncomfortable in her mouth strapped around her head as it was to her emotions. To let someone do this to her was a breach in respect and morality. It made her inferior when she had been taught to hold herself as superior. But there was nothing she could have done to prevent this. Cleopatra was a Queen who took pleasure in subduing roman brats.<br><br>She waited like that, dreading the flogging that would surely come. Everywhere that Cleopatra teased her with the flogger her flesh quivered. She felt the leather tendrils brush along her rear, tickling and exciting her flanks so that they flexed involuntarily. The texture of the tool spoke of its potential to inflict shocking pain even while caressing her skin like an experienced lover. Cleopatra rested the weight of the flogger upon the small of her back and Adelia shifted her hips, rocking them almost in a sensual manner, while trying to become familiar with the object. Then, its blunt handle was pressed against the entrance to her sex and Adelia sucked in a powerful force of air. The sensation was like a jolt of lightening that traveled into her aching vulva, overriding her rebellion and awakening her lust. She moaned helplessly, not knowing if Cleopatra was going to drive it passed her wet lips and into her cunt. It was humiliating to admit that she wanted it that way. The fire within her was burning and she knew it could not be quenched unless something stimulated her and allowed her to cum.<br><br>Although she knew it would happen, the first crack of the flogger against her right buttock came as a sudden surprise. Adelia squealed into the gag; a reaction that did not dissipate fast enough before the flogger was whipped into a circle to crack her left buttock. With this second contact Adelia’s squeal refreshed itself. Her knees trembled, but the straps around her ankles and thighs kept her spread wide open for the Queen’s other flogging indulgences. “Aaaaaaaauuuughhhmmm” Adelia’s squeal turned into a groan as her backside was impaled by one crack after another. She couldn’t tell where one pain ended and another began. Cleopatra turned her back, ass, and thighs into one heated burn, bringing the flush into her face and covering her body with sweat.<br><br><em> “Next time, you will take the full load and swallow it all. You will thank your Queen for it and worship her for her generosity. Isn’t that right, whore?”</em><br><br>Adelia heard, and her answer came out as a moaning cry. Her eyes were closed, confused over how her cunt throbbed for a good fucking while punishment assaulted her backside in masterful precision. She felt broken on the inside, and could only stay poised in that position while Cleopatra flogged her over and over. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>05-02-2010, 19:18:04</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra maintained the vicious flogging, smiling confidently as her skills left no mercy for Adelia. The girl’s ass squirmed back and forth, jerking up and down in a vain attempt to somehow wiggle away from the leather. The heavy wooden trestle squeaked from her struggling, but weakly. It didn’t groan on its ends as it did when the Nubian was thrusting deep into her, but were light and frantic.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Adelia’s frantic cries behind the gag turned low, less of a woman and more of an animal; an animal with nowhere to run or hide as it was confronted with pain.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra paused in her whipping to catch her breath. A low burn had settled in her right arm, a sign of a good whipping. Floggings were an excellent aerobic, invigorating most of the body. True, sometimes ones arm would ache from an extended caning, but that was usually the result of repetitive motions in the wrist.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I don’t hear you begging whore!” she snapped, turning the whip to her ass again. “Do you think just because you don’t have a voice that gives you the excuse to not beg for forgiveness? Perhaps what you need is another caning as well to get those tears flowing!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>22-02-2010, 04:26:17</strong>
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				Her cries became abundant after her ass experienced the first few floggings. Adelia’s backside broke quickly, becoming the responsive canvas that expressed each and every stroke with an exclamation mark. Her flesh became Cleopatra’s playground; jiggling muscles in her taunt buttocks and thighs red from each flog. There was no place to run away to in hopes of escape, nor any room in her emotions to hide from the beating, making her wiggle in those bindings like a helplessly cornered creature. Moans turned uncontrolled, and it seemed for a while there that Cleopatra could even dictate the type of moan that fell from her captive’s gagged lips by the choice of flogging technique used. <br><br>By the time Cleopatra’s right arm began to burn from the vigorous activity Adelia was desperate for any measure of mercy. Her clit had swollen in physical excitement and the lips over her cunt had become so sensitive that she could feel the movement of air rush against the bare skin with each leathered strike. She did not need a canning to get more tears flowing either. They freely fell without reserve. The only thing Adelia cared about was finding some respite from the consistent burning pain birthed each time Cleopatra laid the oiled tips violently against her flesh.<br><br>She wasted no time, giving the Queen no excuse to punish her for a delayed reaction. Adelia turned her moaning cries into whimpering begs about the gum ball gag. It didn’t even phase her how embarrassing it was to do so. She whimpered sincerely with tones of promises and surrender, and more importantly, from heights of begging forgiveness that fell freely like a melting ice cap of snow atop a vaulted mountain.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 02:16:32</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;By the time the Queen was truly finished with her flogging, all of Adelia’s ass, lower back, and thighs glowed crimson, with darker streaks running horizontal across the tender meat of her buttocks from the earlier caning. With one last flourishing stroke, Cleopatra snapped the leather whip across the sobbing girl’s ass for the last time. The echo of leather on skin sounded only faintly under her heaving cries and muffled voice.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The only part untouched by her fury, Cleopatra noticed, was the innermost curve of her ass. She attended to this personally, swinging the whip casually over her shoulder so she could stoop over close. With one finger, she traced gently between the girl’s buttocks. The Egyptian Queen could almost smell her arousal.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I know why Janus Latro did not whip a disobedient daughter,” she remarked as she threaded her finger between the Adelia’s lips and began to stroke. “I think he knew what a little pain-whore she was. Your cunt is soaking.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She teased it for a little longer, puckering her lips and blowing a cool stream of air over the inflamed sex to finish. Then, she moved to her slave’s front, squatting before her so she could lift her head by the hair to gaze into her streaming eyes.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Would you like a chance to redeem yourself, whore?” Cleopatra asked. With a subtle motion, she lowered the girl’s head so she viewed her massive breasts a little clearer. “I could give you one breast to suckle on…don’t you long to taste succulent flesh forbidden to the common? It is such an honor and privilege to be selected. Many would die for the chance…”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 01:49:35</strong>
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				Her entire backside felt raw. She wondered if the Queen had stripped away her flesh with all of the heavy flogging. Adelia also felt drained of strength and her body demonstrated this by sagging into the binds and molding her muscles. She could not stop the trembling in her legs and the quivering in her thighs and buttocks either. Cleopatra ended her punishment by snapping the leather hard against her ass for the final time and Adelia muffled a yelping cry in its wake. She moaned in whimpering sobs, knowing that her body was broken to the Queen’s whip and that a good part of her defiant spirit had been broken as well.<br>&nbsp;<br>Adelia did not try to hide her reaction when Cleopatra lightly brushed her finger along the crack of her buttocks. The single digit sprouted torrents of pleasure in the heightened senses of her skin. She could feel every path her finger traced, even as it laced down between the lips of her pussy and began to stroke. The Roman dignitary groaned with wonton need like an animal in heat. The path of the Queens finger met with the juices of her wet cunt and began to slip easily in rub. When her wetness was remarked upon by Cleopatra, Adelia’s body shivered with a fervent lust as if it craved this type of treatment.<br>&nbsp;<br>She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, relenting to the Queen’s touch and favoring it above the Queen’s flogging by far. The more her sex was teased the more she became bothered in need, as if she hadn’t been fucked by any of her slaves already!<br>&nbsp;<br>Then her hair was grabbed and her head was pulled up so that she could see Cleopatra’s face. Or rather, so that the Queen could see her tear-streaked cheeks, red blush, and drooled over chin. Adelia’s eyes held nothing but a begging expression for Cleopatra’s mercy when she was looked upon, but was soon filled with the sight of the Egyptians breast and succulent nipple. It was lovely and perfect, and would for certain be better tasting in her mouth than the large ball gag. Only, the mere act was hard to swallow for Adelia, considering that she was her enemy. But as mentioned before, a good part of her defiant spirit had been broken and Adelia was ready to redeem herself. The memory of the flogging was too fresh for the Roman daughter!<br><br>“Mmm hmmm…” Adelia tried her best to answer. She even tried to nod her head in agreement while Cleopatra still had a hold of her hair. She wanted to taste the flesh of the Queens breasts and escape the pain of being flogged. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>31-03-2010, 05:47:32</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra dropped Adelia’s hair as she would a discarded toy, then straightened herself and sashayed to the wall of the room. There sat a long couch of finely woven silk, filled with plush cushions and pillows. The Queen lowered herself to it, relishing the feel of the smoothness with her hands. The cool silk felt extraordinary in the hot desert air. She snapped her fingers towards her Nubians.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Untie the whore and bring her to me,” she said to one, then to the other. “Remove my necklace so that she may pleasure my breasts unhindered.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The first Nubian obeyed, his thick fingers undoing the clasp of the multitude of gems and gold that spilled over her chest. When lifted away, her breasts merely lost a fraction of the glamour, still beautifully large and perfect.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra reclined as the Nubian moved away, the necklace worth several nations in his hands. The other began to untie Adelia from the trestle, once again leaving her rope bonds in place. Once free, she was forced to her knees and pulled by the hair before Cleopatra, still forced to stay upright with her chest presented outward still shining with drying spit and Nubian seed. Once at the foot of her couch, the Nubian tugged at the straps of her ball gag, pulling the saliva and semen coated ball from her mouth and hung it around her neck.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Now, Roman slut,” Cleopatra began, stroking the nipple of her left breast, “Perhaps your mouth is far suited better to please a Goddess rather than a lowly cock. I generously give you might left breast so that you might try to impress me.” She glared coldly at the girl. “Do not even <em>dare</em> to touch the right.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 05:28:39</strong>
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				Adelia became apprehensive when Cleopatra released her hair. <em>What did that mean? Was she going to whip her some more?</em> She was already tired of supporting her head with her neck to see anything else of the room except for the floor, but she managed. The corner of her eye watched Cleopatra sashay over to a silk couch and lavishly seat herself upon it. Oh what she would give to be sitting on that couch as well. Adelia remembered a similar piece of furniture back at home in the splendor of their roman possessions. She used to fight her sister over it all the time when they were very young. It was the spoiled comfort which the couch conveyed that attracted Adelia to lounge upon it and eat exotic fruits from faraway lands. Cleopatra seemed to enjoy comfort with this similar piece, and Adelia wondered when she would get to see hers again. She was for certain that it wouldn’t be long. Her father would be rescuing her soon. The Egyptian Queen may be able to whip her resistance into obedience, but it would take much more to break her strong spirit; still believing that this will quickly pass and revenge will be sweet.<br><br><em> “Untie the whore and bring her to me,”</em><br><br>Oh that was some good news. Adelia took a deep breath of relief through her nose, knowing that she was going to be released from this humiliating position.<br><br><em> “Remove my necklace so that she may pleasure my breasts unhindered.”</em><br><br>The breath of relief was cut short. She had almost forgotten what she had so readily agreed to do just seconds ago.<br><br>A Nubian began to untie her from the trestle while another attended to the Queens necklace. Her buttocks and thighs were still hot and red, and they felt tight and sore when she was forced to her knees. When it was realized that her arms would still be kept bound behind her back she was gravely disappointed. She couldn’t wait to wipe her own breasts clean of all the glistening seed and saliva that had dribbled upon them and was now drying. She shortly grunted when the slave grabbed her hair and pulled her towards the couch. Hobbling upon her knees, with a vile expression upon her face, she did her best to keep up with the slave. Then he pulled the gag out of her mouth once they reached Cleopatra, and she swallowed what saliva that didn’t come spilling in suite.<br><br><em>“Now, Roman slut, perhaps your mouth is far suited better to please a Goddess rather than a lowly cock. I generously give you might left breast so that you might try to impress me. Do not even dare to touch the right.”</em><br><br>Adelia was angry, mortified, irate, and heated; but she still couldn’t bring herself to make eye contact with Cleopatra. She was more embarrassed than anything. She couldn’t believe where she was at on her knees and what she was being driven to do. It took her a long moment to swallow a tiny amount of left over pride that the flogging had somehow missed, but which the memory did not, and she leaned forward on her knees to reach with her back towards Cleopatra’s left breast. With a submission that had been flogged into birth, Adelia sucked the Queen’s nipple into her warm, wet mouth and tasted it with her tongue. Just like she had taken the Nubian’s cock for the first time; she was careful, tentative, and slow. Despite this new position she was still a roman dignitary, and it was only proper to approach new things with a lady-like pace.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 01:26:18</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Roman girl’s tongue felt wonderful against Cleopatra’s large, sensitive nipples. Her mouth lacked experience, and it appeared Adelia had not serviced many women in her young life. It was hardly surprising, as the Queen did not expect Janus Latro to allow his daughter to lay with women, let alone service the breast of a Goddess. Her slow and tedious pace this time was acceptable, being that her nipples were not engorged shafts. To bruise or mar them in any way was punishable by death.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Adelia had remained silent once the gag was removed, and continued to be so, her mouth filled with divine bosom. She was already learning that her mouth was best suited for Cleopatra’s body and amusement, and that anything other than that would result in more pain and humiliation.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra let out a sultry purr of satisfaction as she continued to lick. Her hand once again trailed to the front of her golden thong, stroking her lips through the surface lightly. It was such a victorious day for her. She was one step closer to the defeat of her enemy, and gained a new centerpiece to her harem at the same time. Tonight, she would celebrate with one of her Nubians, perhaps two.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Queen’s nipple, under the attention of her slave, grew more and more erect as it was teased by the buds of a tongue. Every so often, Adelia would lose her hold on it and have to pucker her lips over the wide areola, which quickly became glossy with saliva. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Wipe that look off your face, whore,” Cleopatra said with contempt over the pleasant warmth spreading through her breast. “It is enough that I give you my flesh when you are covered with seed and filthy, however, do not think that I will let your venomous stares go unpunished.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>30-04-2010, 17:41:22</strong>
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				“You ask too much from me.” Adelia’s voice whined just inches away from Cleopatra’s nipple. With the glistening coat of her saliva covering the Queens left areola the breath of her words would have felt cool. Adelia saw how it shined; the colors of Cleopatra’s flesh heightening like the colors of earth after a gentle rain. This is what Adelia trained her eyes upon, and did not lift them to add her gaze to the response back. Her defiant whine was enough to get her into trouble that such a venomous look was not needed.<br><br>Adelia returned her mouth to the glorious breast. Her tongue emerged to lick across the bud before sucking it in. Her lips encircled the edges of the dark areola and her tongue spent some time sliding over the smooth surface of the skin, rubbing over the nipple that began to grow large and mesmerizing inside the nourishing warmth of her mouth. An ounce of eagerness could be found within her efforts, though it was geared towards creating a pleasure for Cleopatra that may dull whatever venomous punishment she had attracted by her defiant whine.<br><br>Cleopatra lounged upon the couch and for the moment, Adelia remained where the Nubian had positioned her; on those knees upon the floor. She had to stand up-right on her knees to lean over and reach the Queens left breast. Her arms were still crisscrossed behind her back and tied securely, jutting her own breasts forward and giving the impression that she begged for attention. On her reach towards Cleopatra’s lovely breast she accidently brushed her own nipples across the seat of the couch; spurring a pleasure that made her mouth water. Sometimes, while she moved slightly with her thighs and dipped to pucker her mouth over the large areola after losing her hold, her own breasts would touch and brush along the Queen’s leg too. It became something Adelia strained to not let happen anymore. <br><br>She closed her eyes, hoping this would appease the Queen instead, and continued to lavish her breast with her wet mouth.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>02-05-2010, 20:31:46</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Adelia continued her suckling, actually managing to raise the warmth in Cleopatra’s body through determined flicks of her tongue. She seemed to be determined in outwitting her in some way. The edges of her teeth gently teased her nipple as lips puckered around it, a wet tongue keeping it bathed in heat. Cleopatra always utilized her females’ mouths; what they lacked in the raw pleasure of a cock, they made up for with soft lips and dutiful tongues.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Still, she failed to realize that any retort while not gagged would result in punishment. Cleopatra clapped her on the side of the cheek, and though the blow was lazy from a reclining Goddess, it still bore a vicious sting and sound. It was even more surprising since Adelia had closed her eyes in an attempt to hide from the blow. “I ask what is expected of you, slave. Open your mouth against me one more time and this reward shall end, and you will be left without a voice for the rest of the day, though I will be sure to give you plenty to scream about.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Adelia’s nipples had perked from continuous brushing against both the couch and the Queen’s own body. She lacked large breasts, but Cleopatra was certain some torment could be gained by binding them. Even without ropes keeping her breasts sensitive, several hours of nipple clamps would be agonizing to anyone.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I think I’ve been generous enough with my breasts,” Cleopatra decided, coming out of her lounge, but still reclining slothfully on the silk couch. She extended one leg in its heeled sandal to the girl kneeling before her. “The desert, I’m sure you’ve realized, is very dry and dusty. It wouldn’t do for a Goddess to have dirty feet. They must be pure and immaculate. Bathe them with your tongue whore, and get in between each toe, and while you are at the task, clean the sandal as well.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>18-05-2010, 20:09:14</strong>
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				Cleopatra lazily slapped Adelia, startling her. If she wouldn’t have been so mindful of the tender nipple inside her mouth she would have nipped down upon it. She pulled away with a shocked expression of disbelief. It wouldn’t have been the first time Cleopatra had used her hand against Adelia, but it was still enough to ruffle her feathers and turn her cheeks hot in anger. The selfish roman daughter wanted to use her voice and tone against the Queen, as she always did back home to anyone who disrespected her, but fought to hold it down. Her shocked eyes turned into a hard glare that bore right into the Goddess’ eyes for only a fraction of a second before Adelia quickly averted them away. She had been warned against glaring, but it was so hard not to do when Cleopatra always provoked it from her. What did the Egyptian Queen expect the Roman dignitary to do? Take the abuse and humiliation as if she earned it? <br><br><em> “I ask what is expected of you, slave. Open your mouth against me one more time and this reward shall end, and you will be left without a voice for the rest of the day, though I will be sure to give you plenty to scream about.”</em><br><br>Adelia set her face hard as Cleopatra spoke. It agitated her that she was calling her ‘slave’, and it seemed to be the only portion of the sentences that Adelia could focus upon. It may be hard in coming, but Cleaopatra would eventually succeed in making a slave out of her. The Egyptian Queen seemed stronger in will and had more resources of power then Adelia could even dream of. If someone did not come and rescue her soon she was afraid that Cleopatra would definingly strip the v.i.p. status out of her and replace it with the status of a lowly slave, bent on the Queen’s pleasure alone. Her facial features turned soft and worried, framed by the red hair that was now dirty and unkempt.<br><br>Cleopatra shifted and extended her leg outwards, drawing attention to her sandaled foot and its decadent heel. The daughter of Janus Latro hesitated, but already knew she would be obeying. If she could only get through the day then it would be over with. Cleopatra would bore herself silly and wouldn’t make such demands upon Adelia anymore. She would be thrown into a holding cell and would be able to rest, and wouldn’t have to do these obscene services anymore. Cleaning the Queens feet with her tongue was not as bad as other things she could imagine.<br><br>Adelia lowered her face to the extended leg and started halfway between the knee and ankle. She surmised that it was less dusty up here than around the toes. With her tongue pressed lightly she licked a few times like a cat lapping up milk delicately from a bowl. Her nose curled up in detests of what she was doing, but she continued nevertheless. Her tongue now licked longer along the smooth leg down towards the ankle. She bent lower for the ankle, and some strands of her red hair fell down to drape on the floor. Her moist tongue took a path around the ankle, some sandal straps, and the top of her foot, before she pulled the nimble muscle back into her mouth to wet it. Adelia could taste the essence of Egyptian soil faintly; the dirt and sand. She returned her mouth to Cleopatra’s foot and began to clean it better this time, using her taste buds like a pad to lift what filth there was.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 22:09:45</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Even though Adelia looked like she wanted to shriek in fury and frustration, the look passed quickly. Perhaps it was the slap, or the unforgiving ropes that still circled around her, keeping her arms folded behind her and her chest forward, but she dropped her gaze from the Queen and began to work on her next task.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her Roman slave’s tongue felt pleasantly warm and wet upon her calf. Cleopatra kept her leg out so Adelia could continue the demeaning task. It wasn’t enough to saturate her leg with saliva, which would be uncomfortable. Rather, it was just enough to shine the tawny skin in the afternoon light. The warm baste of the tongue was quickly replaced by a comforting coolness as the breeze touched it.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Adelia had to tilt her head as she worked along the straps on her calf, moving to her ankle. The straps crisscrossed from just below the knee down. Once she was more thoroughly broken, the girl would undo her sandals in order to fully clean her feet. But for the moment, this was an exercise to show the spoiled brat just another use for her wretched mouth.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The tongue continued, wiping clean both the top of her foot and the instep. Cleopatra cleared her throat expectantly and flexed her toes. “Suck on each one slave, and work your tongue between thoroughly. If there is even a single follicle of dust when you finish, you shall be whipped again.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With a snap of her fingers, Cleopatra summoned one of the slaves to her side, and he poured a stream of cooled water into a chalice for her. The Queen gladly indulged in the reprieve from the harsh heat.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When her slave finished on foot, Cleopatra extended the other in its stead. “The other now.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 18:31:28</strong>
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				Cleopatra expectantly cleared her throat and Adelia paused her tongue along its path over the top of her foot. Those toes wiggled and flexed, drawing attention to them. <em> “Suck on each one slave, and work your tongue between thoroughly. If there is even a single follicle of dust when you finish, you shall be whipped again.”</em><br><br>Adelia sighed heavily, letting the air blow out her nose and undoubtedly breezing over the Queen’s poised foot. She tucked her tongue back in her mouth and straightened her back to rise up from the demeaning task. <em>Of course the Queen wants her toes done! Why only be satisfied with the foot when there are toes to be sucked on as well!</em> Cleopatra could almost see Adelia shaking her head in contempt while the sarcastic thoughts ran through her mind. <em>Why not make the roman girl stoop to the lowest detail while she is at it!</em><br><br>“I am NOT your slave.” She muttered through teeth set on frustration. “You may be able to make me do these things, but I am not your slave. I am just a prisoner…a prisoner you should let go…” her voice lowered into a whisper, making sure it was void of a threatening tone but filled with that strong contempt she possessed for the Egyptian Queen, calmly “… if you knew what was best for you.” Then she turned her head, bending her back again, and lowered her face upon Cleopatra’s foot to resume the task. This time her mouth went to the toes, and her tongue wedged between the digits to lick up the dust and sand. Gradually, each one was carefully sucked into her mouth and frisked clean with her lithe muscle. All the while, as she worked at lifting the toes from the sandal into her mouth, her eyes could not escape the spiked heel. She noticed for the first time ever, even after wearing so many pairs of heels herself, how dangerous of an object the spiked heel could become. But it was just an afterthought amidst all the other thoughts circling the activity the Queen was making her do.<br><br>When the Queen lifted her other foot and told her to work on that one, Adelia could not willingly take any more of this humiliation without, at least, smarting off. Not even the roman slaves back home washed their owner’s feet in this manner! They were at least given a wash rag while the fortunate owner lounged on the edge of a private bath. “Why don’t you make that <em>slave</em> of yours finish you off.” Her eyes glanced towards the man who had served the Queen some cool water so that Cleopatra knew who she was referring to. “Don’t you think I have done enough?” Adelia was convinced she had done enough. She had been subservient and obedient enough now that it was time to end the day. She had sucked on Cleopatra’s one breast and had licked one of her entire legs clean, even the toes! “This is not what roman’s make their prisoners do. Even slaves are not forced to do this stuff. If you were my prisoner I wouldn’t be making you do this!”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 23:34:51</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra laughed at the girl’s words. Perhaps she should consider making her the palace entertainer. The things she said certainly warranted a laugh.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“If you say that you would not indulge in my body if I were your captive, then you are a fool,” she said to her slave that starkly refused to continue her task. “I think your father would agree with me. Do you not think of what happens to the women who are taken prisoner as his armies spread? We are at war, and to those who win go the spoils, regardless of how spoiled and bitchy they may be. I do not mind putting forth effort to turn such an uncut diamond into a sparkling gem.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The afternoon was waning, and the Queen grew bored with Adelia’s perpetual retorts of ignorance. Breaking her will would take some time, but she had already scratched her surface very deeply, and she had only endured less than half a day of full training. Tomorrow, it would begin again, the entire day filled with her humiliation and servitude, spaced with pain and punishment for her inevitable disobedience.<br><br>There was much to do for the remainder of the evening. She planned a feast to celebrate her new captive and harem centerpiece, not to mention bartering chip against the cursed Latro general. The young slave boy who fetched the rope for her bindings was undoubtedly writhing in agony for the chance to spill himself over her feet. But first, she would get a true slave to finish Adelia’s work before bathing.<br><br>“Very well, whore. If you do not desire it, then you shall not be allowed to clean my feet.” She turned to one of the Nubians and her other slave. “You shall finish her task for her when you bathe me this evening. Smiling, she turned to the other Nubian. “This slave has earned another punishment before she is put away. Slave, give her yet another flogging, and when she begins to beg for mercy, fuck her as you desire and empty your balls. When you are finished, take her to her quarters in the lower level for the evening. I shall see to her the next morning after a restful night’s sleep.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;…though the Queen’s evening was going to be far from restful. After the indulgent feast, laying with two endowed Nubians was quite a feat, even when they were both inside her at once.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 17:39:06</strong>
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				Adelia glowered at Cleopatra when she laughed at her words. It was an insult to have your words mocked and humored when they were meant to be taken serious. The Queen might as well make her the palace jester or muse of entertainment if she meant to laugh at everything her roman prisoner said! The glare turned deeper, almost into a scowl, as Cleopatra flipped everything she said around to decorate and enhance the justification of her own actions. It was a bit embarrassing to be honest. Adelia surveyed the Queen’s body like an engineer who mapped out unfamiliar terrain, while that scowl finally took root on her face. She tried to imagine the Egyptian monarch as a roman prisoner, and tried to imagine the truth in Cleopatra’s retort. No matter how hard she tried though, Adelia could not imagine her father agreeing to the Queen’s accusation; that they would have taken sexual advantage over her disadvantage, all under the shadow of <em>to the victor goes the spoils</em>. Adelia’s father was not like that. He would have still given the Egyptian Queen respect even if she had fallen as a roman prisoner…<br><br>…Cleopatra was just sexually proud, but how could Adelia blame her? The Queen was beautifully endowed with tools of seduction and lust. Somehow she managed to turn a dry and hot land into an oasis of pleasure. She was seated within the throne of her element, with power and beauty, and knew how to use sex as a weapon. <br><br>Even Adelia had to admit that she felt the pull of sexual sway. Her eyes lingered long upon her hair of regal black, and tasted briefly the sight of her mouth; remembering how close they had come to meeting her own lips while they lavished the ball gag with a warm kiss. Adelia’s vision swooped down along her neck that was often adorned with a heavy necklace, and rested long enough on her breasts making it hard to miss the prisoner’s curiosity in those luscious mounds. Then they found themselves staring at the delicate wrap of silk that covered her thong of gold, wondering if there was any difference between their sexes. Adelia could almost imagine the juice of the Queen tasting like exotic nectar from the heavens by the way she flaunted herself like a goddess, and under the sexual allure it was rather thrilling and intoxicating. But with a mind to not linger too long upon the Goddesses body, her eyes ended up trickling down her legs to the heeled sandals where she had been shoved to her knees. <br><br><em>“Very well, whore. If you do not desire it, then you shall not be allowed to clean my feet.”</em><br><br>Adelia moved her arms only enough to flex her muscles in their bondage. She looked sideways, away from Cleopatra’s feet, and focused upon the floor. Her body language still told the Queen she did not desire the task; however there was doubt swimming around in her mind. Surely there would be punishment for refusing…<br><br><em>“This slave has earned another punishment before she is put away. Slave, give her yet another flogging, and when she begins to beg for mercy, fuck her as you desire and empty your balls. When you are finished, take her to her quarters in the lower level for the evening. I shall see to her the next morning after a restful night’s sleep.”</em><br><br>…Her eyes widened upon the floor. Why did she let her smart mouth talk her into things like this? She should have just complied, like a good prisoner, and should have finished up the demeaning task of cleaning the Queens feet. <br><br>It was too late now. She couldn’t take back her refusal, and Adelia doubted that anyone would come and rescue her in time to escape this night’s flogging and sexual rape. With that in mind, she also worried how long it would <em>literally</em> take someone to get here from the boundaries of the Roman empire. She might have to endure days upon days like this and by then Cleopatra may have her begging like a slave, as a slave, to be treated as her slave.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 20:04:40</strong>
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				<strong>In the fallen city of Carthage, seventeen days ago...</strong><br><br>Janus rode onward through the great gates of the city, his clean white cape flowing behind, contrasting with the crimson, brown, and burnished ogld of the rest of his military attire.&nbsp; These gates had once been defended by Hannibal, the bogey-man Roman mothers used to frighten their children into behaving.&nbsp; Hannibal, who had brought elephants to the very gates of Rome, who had posed a greater threat to the Eternal City than any had before, or since.&nbsp; Until now, that is.&nbsp; Janus had been compared to Hannibal, to Caesar, and even in the most generous estimations, to Alexander.&nbsp; No doubt he was a wise general, perhaps the best of the day, but though he was proud of his accomplishments, and the accolades and wealth it had brought for his family, such company felt too august by far for even the man who had finally taken Carthage.&nbsp; After all, was not Cleopatra still posing a threat to Rome?&nbsp; The Egyptian queen's military might was not so great as that which Janus could command, and her finest generals were no match for his wit, cunning, and implicit understanding of battle, yet the queen herself had a way of changing outcomes - a way of finding moral weaknesses in her foes and sating them, using them, and abusing them.&nbsp; It was difficult to face with shield and spear alone.<br><br>Such thoughts troubled Janus as his steed, Aristotle, clapped and clopped along the cobblestone road.&nbsp; He passed into the city proper, and a loud roar of cheering and applause went up, the conquered Carthaginians cheering the man who had laid waste to their defenses.&nbsp; No fool, Janus knew it was fear that prompted their adulation rather than love.&nbsp; They would learn, though.&nbsp; It had taken centuries, but almost the entire world had been civilised, and the Romans were beloved across the empire, respected for their strength and wealth, and for their willingness to allow conquered peoples to govern themselves, to retain their gods, and to keep their dignity.&nbsp; That, in truth, was the real difference between Rome and Egypt - between Janus and Cleopatra.&nbsp; Rome wished glory and riches, but also to bring its' fortune to the world.&nbsp; Egypt wished worship and subservience.&nbsp; Between such philosophies there could be no peace, and so Janus sought to repeat the feat of Alexander, to take Egypt for himself and his people.&nbsp; Surely, he could leverage such a victory to clear away his remaining opposition in the Senate, too.<br><br>The people called out their adoration of Janus and Rome, foreign voices echoing through the streets, petals being strewn before him as if they were an offering to a dangerous foreign God.&nbsp; To say that he found no pleasure in the adulation would have been disingenious, but it was not to last - a messenger ran up level with the general, looking road-weary and bloodied.&nbsp; Instantly Janus halted the procession, leaning toward the soldier to hear what he had to say over the sound of the crowd.&nbsp; The words that the fellow spoke were enough to make Roman blood run cold, and to steal the colour from the general's tanned face.&nbsp; Adelia, his beloved daughter... taken...<br><br><hr><br><strong>Egypt, Today</strong><br><br>Egypt was ever a study in contrasts.&nbsp; Most prominent was the difference one found on travelling even a few miles from the Nile.&nbsp; What was lush and fertile soil near to the sacred waters quickly gave way to arid dunes, and endless storms which the locals claimed were the wrath of their dark God Sutekh.&nbsp; It was not hard to believe that some cruel deity presided over the deserts: they too, held their contrasts.&nbsp; By day the heat could kill an unwary traveller, making travel dangerous and travel in military regimentation on horseback an almost laughable proposition.&nbsp; By night the air froze, and men slept near to one another for warmth, lest the chill air steal their lives as they slept.&nbsp; The people were like their land, a study in opposites.&nbsp; Possessed of the seeds of Greek learning, they were heirs to perhaps the most ancient and august of cultures, and yet they managed to be barbarians as well, reveling in their service to Gods that walked among them even unto their own detriment.&nbsp; For all these reasons, and for the time it would take, Janus could not bring his full regiment.&nbsp; Instead he had simply his honour guard.&nbsp; A dozen of the bravest, most loyal, and best-trained soldiers Rome had ever produced.&nbsp; If these twelve could not take Adelia quietly, then it would take two thousand times their number to take her by force.&nbsp; With them was the messenger Petroclus, the one who had run for days to tell the general of his daughter's fate.&nbsp; A good and devoted man, Janus was proud to have him as a guide, swelling their number to fourteen.&nbsp; Fourteen men against the might of ancient Egypt, led by the finest tactical mind of the generation.&nbsp; The odds seemed good.<br><br>In keeping with such an estimation, Janus and his men slipped past the palace guards in the dead of night, using water ducts to steal into the palace of the Queen, Cleopatra.&nbsp; With careful stealth and a trio of silent murders, the small group of Romans made their way gradually through the halls, Though their clothes were chill after their swim to get in, they stole through the stone halls with single-minded focus.&nbsp; Not a man there would hesitate to die to reunite the general with his daughter.&nbsp; Or so Janus trusted, in any case.&nbsp; His faith shattered in an instant.&nbsp; All at once things began to go wrong.&nbsp; A patrol rounded a corner when they should never have been there, seemingly at random.&nbsp; The men, of course, moved instantly into formation to take on their attackers.&nbsp; The fight would have been over quickly, in the favour of the Romans had not a second Egyptian unit closed in from behind, mere moments before a third reinforced the original patrol at the conflict's front.&nbsp; Even then his men were the finest in the Empire.&nbsp; Janus and his unit were winning, albeit with two of their own bleeding out on the ground.&nbsp; The situation was dire, that was certain as blood from both sides painted the walls and the screams of the enraged mingled with the whimpers of the dying.&nbsp; But then, Petroclus the messenger seized the dark-haired general, gladius at the older man's throat.&nbsp; "Stand down now, or I kill him," the Roman shouted, to the shock of all his countrymen.&nbsp; "Cleopatra would still reward me for his carcass, though not so well as for his capture."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 03:01:24</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was quite late at night when Cleopatra was aroused from her bed by the captain of her guard and a contingent of slaves. All of them prostrated before her, patiently requesting her attention by voice, for it was forbidden to touch the Queen while she slept. Only those who were invited into her bed could experience her, whether it be painful or pleasurable, or a mix of both. Of course, she was angered at being awoken while the moon was high, but the captain spoke quickly, telling her what had transpired within the palace walls.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She pulled back the sea of silken sheets from her nude body and slid through the translucent drapes that hung from the ceiling, thickest near the enormous bed. The fatigue still chipped away at her thoughts from the hot, rugged day of training the Roman whore, the excitement at the news brought before her washed it away. Her plan had worked perfectly; in addition to sampling the Roman soldier’s girth Adelia had threatened her with, forcing one to fall under her sway took merely a day’s time.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Dress me and fetch my prized slave,” she commanded. “She is to be prepared and readied for presentation in my throne room. Light the torches in my chambers and the passages. This entire palace will be up to welcome Janus and his dogs to their new fate.” She turned to her captain. “Bring Janus to my throne in shackles, with the rest of the men in a similar fashion. They are all to be gagged, save for him, and disarmed.”<br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/15/Cleoshell.jpeg)</div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Half of the slaves and the captain bowed and departed, mostly men, while the others, mostly women, immediately began their task. The Queen’s body was to be freshly bathed whenever she rose to grace the land. Within moments, water was drawn for her bath, and torches illuminated the darkened room.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After bathing, the slaves dried her body and readied her attire, a skimpy bikini of hammered gold. The brassiere was fashioned into the shape of sea shells, barely wide enough to cover the darkened circles of her areolas. Every inch of the waistband was studded with gems and precious stones, with a thong of shear silk, swallowed by her curves and the dangling jewels.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her raven hair was brushed to perfection, dark make-up added around her jade eyes, and her body rubbed in an herbal ointment to shine her bronze skin. Tentatively, her slave girls dabbed her body with perfume, adding careful dollops of pheromone to her breasts. Such a task was something of a peril for its appliers, as obvious by several of the women’s faces as they flushed with arousal. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her beauty perfected, the desert Queen strolled towards her throne room from her chambers in the highest tower. Several of the slave girls were dismissed to work off the effects of the powerful arousing fumes soaked on her breasts, and she continued with only a handful. Eventually, she came to the mighty hall of her throne room and stepped upon the raised dais where her golden throne sat. Confidently, she lowered herself to the cushions and crossed her legs, smiling broadly as she waited for her captives to be brought before her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 18:45:12</strong>
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				Adelia had lost track of days. They all seemed bundled together in one, long nightmare. And even if it had only been a few days since meeting Egypts Queen, it felt like a thousand. But really, it was nearing the three week mark and so Adelia believed she had endured a lifetime of Cleopatra already. Every hour that had passed she began to wonder about her chance of rescue; wonder about her father, or even that young roman soldier who she kept on sneaking around with. Surely someone thought enough of her to at least ask for the Queens price of ransom? Tonight she couldn’t even rest. She was tired of wondering and hoping. It felt like it was taking more strength to keep up her hoping spirit then it was to just accept this new place and position. That was the true battlefield; the fight between not giving up hope and just accepting everything as Cleopatra desired. <br><br>It was that inner struggle she wrestled with when they came and got her that night. The time of night was odd, but not by too much. A few times she had been dragged from her cell in the middle of the night to entertain the Queen; whether Cleopatra was present or not to witness! Nightly excursions usually resulted in being ravished by a well-endowed male slave, as part of her training according to the Queen’s reasoning. She was enduring training that conditioned her to be ready for a sexual fuck whenever, wherever, and however. All for the sake of being that perfect slave who worshipped Cleopatra as a Goddess. Adelia had been called her ‘prized slave’ a few times too, but that was because she was the daughter of Janus Latro, and it was a prize fit for any one of his enemies.<br><br>Sure, Adelia had learned a lot during these nightmarish times in Egypt. She had learned how to avoid the lash, for one! Obeying the Queen was sometimes well worth the act if the consequence of disobedience meant a red ass, legs, and back from her precise cropping. She especially learned this when Cleopatra punished her once by piercing her nipples! She learned how to properly clean Cleopatra’s feet too by now, and how to pleasure her breasts without the scowls and dirty looks. She was not so quick in speaking her haughty mind anymore either. Adelia could endure bondage longer, accept large gags easier, and swallow a slave’s cum without spilling it on the ground anymore. But none of this meant she was near perfect. Cleopatra was still making her deep throat large cocks and it was difficult. She was still reluctant to obey at times, if ever! She almost needed to be threatened with punishment to become convinced into a willing service, or forced into an act every time! It was that lingering inch of hope she still clung to that kept her from accepting and embracing Cleopatra as her sexual Goddess. As long as she kept on believing that her father would make things right she could not rightfully accept this new life.<br><br>What made things different this night was how they took her to the room of preparation, as if she were starting out a new day. Every morning she was bathed in scented water and shampooed with fragrant lotions. Her hair was styled and they put Egyptian make-up along her face and eyes. They adorned her with jewelry and skimpy clothing and dabbed her with perfume, as they did this night. She could only wonder why they were preparing her in the middle of the night like this…<br><br>She wore her usual slave outfit. The Queen ensured that her ‘prize slave’ stood out from the rest of the flock. While others were plain naked, or wore hardly any decorations at all, Adelia was decked up like a princess in comparison. She had golden bangles with dangling rubies on her upper arms and matching anklets and earrings. A skimpy thong of sheer material with beaded straps and gold crafted jewelry that dangled like earrings from her naked nipples was always stimulating her sex drive. There was a collar locked around her neck that never came off; three rows of solid diamonds in width that brilliantly sparkled, capitalizing her slavery while enhancing her beauty at the same time. But most humiliating for Adelia was the delicate, golden chain that also adorned her neck. Sometimes she wore it, other times they left it off of her. It was very loose encircling her neck, but tight enough that she couldn’t slide it over her head and off. A long strand of this delicate chain dangled down, decorated at the end with the same red ruby that adorned her bangles. It truly was a leash of elegance for a slave who obeyed its pull, but Adelia’s ball gag and restrained wrists behind her back was proof that sometimes she needed a little more encouragement than the gentle discipline of a leash’s pull.<br><br>For the moment they kept her in the room of preparation, under the watchful gaze of two strong, Nubian men who had both used her mouth more than once in the past under Cleopatra’s direction. They waited on the orders to bring Adelia to the Queen while the moon started its descent back down from its pinnacle of height.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>11-07-2010, 18:06:49</strong>
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				Dragged through the halls like a runaway slave, Janus Latro was far from impressed.&nbsp; Indeed, the flush of battle had not yet left him, so suddenly had all this happened.&nbsp; The Roman could still feel the cooling of his own sweat, and the blood of his foes on his skin, and more slowly in his clothes.&nbsp; The echo of the gladius at his throat remained; he refused even to look at Petroclus, the messenger who had betrayed his own people for the pleasures of the harlot queen's silk sheets.&nbsp; Rage stirred still in his belly, but fear churned there now as well.&nbsp; Fear for Adelia, whom he'd come to save, for his men, and even for himself.&nbsp; Oddly, the last was not for his life, but rather his career.&nbsp; While defeating Cleopatra would cement his power in the Senate, being captured by her would mean that he would face stiff opposition from any of his enemies who tried to call his loyalty into question, after being in Cleopatra's hands.<br><br>His jaw tightened, and his muscles ached all over.&nbsp; A soldier he might be, but he was an old soldier, and more pain seemed to arrive in his body every day, little of it choosing to leave thereafter.&nbsp; He'd taken many wounds over the years, some nearly grave, and others merely bloody.&nbsp; He knew what it was to wrap his guts in his cloak to enable himself to fight on as blood wanted to gush from his belly.&nbsp; He knew how to continue for the sake of his men, even when he held his shield with a broken finger.&nbsp; He'd even been tortured before, after being captured by barbarian tribesmen for a few of the longest days he'd ever known.&nbsp; All of these reasons and more were what had forced him to come here.&nbsp; Adelia, his precious, beautiful Adelia... Janus never wanted her to know the pains he had felt in the name of Rome.&nbsp; He'd wanted to protect her from all pain, perhaps even more than he'd wanted to protect Rome herself.&nbsp; But who knew what suffering she might have endured since her capture?&nbsp; How many times had she been violated?&nbsp; The thought alone made him want to wrench free from his captors and kill them, even if he had but his teeth to do it.&nbsp; But his men, the good and strong men he'd brought, would suffer if he tried.&nbsp; And in truth, such unfocused anger would do nothing to help his daughter, either.<br><br>Finally brought into the massive hall which served as Cleopatra's throne room, Janus was half-escorted, half-dragged into the grand chamber.&nbsp; His tanned face was streaked with crimson, and his clothes - nondescript linen, for the need to be unnoticed - were in precisely the state that one might expect from a battle, even so short a one as that which had occurred in the halls.&nbsp; It hadn't lasted long, but it had been ferocious.&nbsp; Almost as ferocious as the rage in the Roman general's eyes as he was brought before the queen, his gaze alight with rage, disgust, and sheer indignation.&nbsp; It was broken only for Janus to scan the room for his daughter.&nbsp; He looked from person to person, his eyes shifting over the many soldiers and slaves in attendance, yet he saw not his little girl.&nbsp; Though she were there in the room, the adorned slave that Cleopatra had been molding her into looked so far from the proud Roman girl her father recalled that he could not see that one might become the other.&nbsp; Finally, he turned to regard the queen once again.&nbsp; "Bring me my daughter, Cleopatra, and I will speak of peace between our nations; you cannot hold me here.&nbsp; You know that the full might of Rome is more than you can hope to fight, with or without me at it's head."&nbsp; His bravado was complete to all appearances, but in truth he had little hope of it working.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 06:55:39</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Janus Latro…” Cleopatra purred dreamily as he was brought before her. The Roman general stopped just a few feet from her throne, held securely by his chains and two guards, should he be foolish enough to try and attack her. “If you could only imagine the nights I longed for this moment to occur. I pleasured myself a great deal at the mere thought, even when I had run myself to exhaustion during a passionate night with my slaves.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Indeed, the Queen had to muster considerable self control to not spread her legs and begin to stroke herself. Though there was no dignity planned for what was in store for her new captive, she at least wanted to prove to her adversary that her will was as strong as her kingdom. Instead, she stored the burning pride and arousal within her to save for what was to come. Janus was every bit as handsome as she had heard, built like one of the gods he worshipped.<br><br>Behind him, in a line, was his contingent of men he infiltrated her palace with, all of whom were shackled together. Each of them bore the harnessed ball gag a new male slave would wear, not unlike Adelia’s first those few weeks ago. Her initial plan was to simply slay the entire group, but upon sampling Petrculos, she decided that so many virile Romans were not to be wasted at any cost. He had been a ferocious one to break, but a week of a legion of slaves teasing him with no release turned him into putty in her hands. His first true sexual experience within the palace walls had been with her.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Predictably, Janus demanded to see his daughter, and upon the request, Cleopatra chuckled. She leaned back on her throne and crossed her legs, savoring the moment for as long as she could. “I do not fear the ‘might’ of Rome, as you so put it. It will crumble under my grasp soon enough like a water-starved fern. Nor do I have any intention of releasing you, one who would so boldly intrude upon my palace in the dead of night.” She smiled maliciously. “However, I will allow you to see your daughter.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She snapped her fingers and barked an order to one of her slaves. “Fetch my whore.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 18:15:58</strong>
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				A slave hurried into the room, and with a simple nod of his head Adelia’s overseeing guards began to move. It was time, and Adelia took it to be like any other day save for the odd time at night. The Queen must be especially needy to be dragging Adelia from her cell. Maybe Adelia did something wrong that pissed Cleopatra off so much that she found reason to give her prized slave no sleep. With a sober frown, and that familiar nervous flutter in her gut from knowing she would be in Cleopatra’s presence in any minute, Adelia went with the Nubian slaves who guarded. As one walked in front of her and one behind, she couldn’t help but despise the men for what they had become. They were strong and meaty, with a clear and concise mind, yet were as putty in the Queen’s hands. She wondered what was wrong with them! Roman men would never allow such a humiliation to embed their spirit! Of course, Adelia did know Cleopatra’s touch…and she bitterly admitted that too much of her touch was spellbinding; like sweet poison.<br><br>Her feet were soft along the handcrafted floor of the Egyptian temple, and so were those that escorted her. There was not even fabric upon their bodies to make shifting noises, or to stir the air with wispy touches. The Nubian slaves had nothing but their brute strength and blind loyalty to order Adelia around, and it was more than enough for the delicate femininity of her frame. If there was any sound at all it came from her jewelry. Maybe she shifted too fast and sent a dangling gem from a pierced nipple to jingle along her naked breasts, or maybe her anklet fell into a fitting rest around her foot while she took swift steps to keep up. Either way, they were a silent trio along the hall.<br><br>When they emerged it was from a doorway to the side of the throne chair. There was no grand entrance for slaves, and they never spoke their presence, they simply appeared and waited for orders. In this case they obeyed without a spoken command, because it had become Cleopatra’s desired routine for Adelia to appear at her feet.<br><br>It was only when they were halfway to Cleopatra did the atmosphere sink in for Adelia. At first she saw many men, clothed in roman attire and bloodied from a struggle, all chained and gagged beyond the dais of the room. But as her eyes strayed from their trained position around the radius of the room to the pole, she quickly found a familiar man standing before Cleopatra. Her steps hesitated, nearly halted, and her chestnut eyes widened in a joyous surprise! She would have voiced her excitement too if it would not have been for that one-strap ball gag lodged between her teeth. Her elbows flinched because of the large breath of air she suddenly pulled in, disturbing her arms and wrists and reminding her that they were casually restrained behind her back. Although she was unable to speak to him her eyes shouted his name and a glistening, firework display of renewed hope flooded her spirit.<br><br>Suddenly she was shoved forward by one of those two Nubian guards, making her quick on her feet to keep from tumbling. Adelia didn’t notice that she had completely stopped in her trek towards Cleopatra. A few caught steps brought her swiftly there though, and just in case she still forgot how to come into the Queens presence a firm hand was placed upon her shoulder pressing downwards. Adelia dropped to her knees beside the seated Cleopatra, her eyes now washed in worry. Her father was in chains too, she realized, and the Queen seemed rather pleased by the way she reclined back upon her throne.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 21:04:45</strong>
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				The way that Cleopatra spoke, so haughty and proud, so confident and powerful, was offensive to Latro's Roman sensibilities.&nbsp; That a barbarian - queen, and magnificent beauty or not - might have the audacity to speak so to a Roman general was worse than mere disrespect, it bordered upon blasphemy.&nbsp; Not afraid of Rome's might?&nbsp; She may as well deny the brightness of the sun, or the wealth of Hades, hoarder of gold and gems amidst his hellish subterranean realm!&nbsp; Yet whether she were liar or fool, or some combination of the two, Latro could no fault with the woman's demeanour, no chink or crack in her perfect confidence and decadent poise for him to hammer.&nbsp; It was infuriating.&nbsp; Yet even amidst his fading battle-lust and the anger that Cleopatra inspired in him, the Roman had no inkling of the rage that he as truly capable of feeling.<br><br>When his daughter was brought forth, Janus Latro did not recognise her to begin with.&nbsp; After all, the woman who was escorted by the cadre of Nubian slaves could surely bear no resemblance to a high-born Roman lady, reserved and proper, if perhaps too willful for her father's liking.&nbsp; This was not a Roman lady brought to kneel at Cleopatra's side.&nbsp; No, this was an expensively adorned slave, a whore wreathed in gold and gems to add to her exotic allure, like a more authentic reflection of the dusky-skinned whores who were costumed for a note of the exotic at some of the better brothels across the empire.&nbsp; Yet... realisation slowly sank in to the Roman general as he saw the wide-open eyes and expression of distress on the slave-girl's face.&nbsp; This one's skin was not dusky, as those whores' had been.&nbsp; This one... she was pale of flesh, a proper Roman shade.&nbsp; Her hair was not so dark as that of other members of Cleopatra's court.&nbsp; No, she was not alike at all.&nbsp; Janus' eyes began to widen as he slowly became aware of just who it was he was looking at.&nbsp; Naked, save for a few adornments, with nipples pierced, and submissive pose beside the queen, Adelia had been brought as he demanded.&nbsp; His mouth worked, silently, as he found himself speechless for the first time in years.&nbsp; It could not last, though.<br><br>"You vile harlot!", he yelled, seemingly at Adelia herself, judging by the direction of his unblinking gaze.&nbsp; He wrenched it away though, and looked then at Cleopatra upon her throne.&nbsp; "You foul witch!&nbsp; What have you done to my daughter?&nbsp; Release her at once, or I swear that placing your head on a pike will become my dearest ambition!"&nbsp; There had not been an ambition yet that Janus Latro had left unsatisfied.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>17-08-2010, 18:26:39</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra basked in Janus’s rage when he realized what his daughter was becoming. His anger was warm, like the sun against her oiled skin when she lounged on her balcony, or like the hot spill of a Nubian across her bust. Shackled as he was, there was little more he could do than fill her appetite of victory over him. He was the only one allowed to keep his voice, and his shackles prevented him from doing anything else. He may as well be a tiger in a cage.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“My head on a pike you say?” she asked with a giggle. “That is hardly the way to address your captor. You hold your daughter in too high regard.” She reached down and played with the scented red locks, combing her fingers through them as if she was a pet. “She is a whore, <em>my</em> whore, to be exact, though she still requires much training before she can fully indulge in the pleasure of my body.” <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her hand left her hair, tracing the contours of the single strap of the ball gag. Obedience had rewarded her with a more respectable sized one, though a gum-ball stuck in one’s mouth the entire day was still agonizing. Once the girl learned to fully hold her curt tongue, that day would come. The caressing continued, making sure Adelia’s eyes stayed on her father and his men, how they were shackled and restrained, how the last hope of escape was now gone.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“But rest assured, my dear Janus, you will be reunited with your daughter, that is, underneath the bite of my lash.” She waved her hand over the group of soldiers and spoke to her guards. “Take the two most well endowed of his men, and give them to my mistresses for sexual training. The others are to work in the labor groups, tending to my gardens and rowing my galley up the river. Perhaps, in time, they may be eligible to enter my harem.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She rose from her throne, taking up Adelia’s leash in her hand, then looked to Janus. “The former general is to be taken to my quarters for tonight. It would be so rude of me to not give him one last night of bliss before his breaking begins…and I simply cannot wait to sample my prize.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her guards moved forward, doing her bidding of separating the guards and hauling Janus to her feet. Cleopatra gave the leash a sharp tug, snarling at her whore to get on her feet, then pulled her along as she began the lengthy walk back to her chambers. Janus would have the full view of her ripe, tawny ass swaying back and forth in front of his daughter’s bound and gagged form, being led along by a leash.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Golden Spectre Of Slavery (NileGoddess &amp; Snow Cherry)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 04:25:33</strong>
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				Oh how she winced when she heard her father’s voice yell out! It was not out of surprise to hear the severe authority in his tone, but in a cringing fear of having his eyes pinned upon her and calling out the shameful insult. Was he calling <em>her</em> a vile harlot? Adelia’s eyes nearly reflected the sudden hurt in her heart; the embarrassment of allowing Cleopatra break her thus far, the humiliation of being naked before her own father and the stabbing pain that maybe her father was disappointed in her. She remembered their last moment together didn’t go so well before being kidnapped, so maybe the harsh belief in her inadequacy as a daughter befitting a roman general was still held? His accusation came with such conviction that she knew it was true. Even when it became clear that his insults were meant for the Queen, Adelia still couldn’t shake off the feeling that it had been directed towards her.<br>&nbsp;<br>Adelia wanted to shrink away from this scene. She wanted to believe it was all a bad nightmare. This was not how things were supposed to happen. Her father was in chains! The ropes around her wrists suddenly became tighter…the jewelry hanging from her pierced nipples suddenly became like stimulating pricks…the floor where she knelt suddenly felt closer to her soul as if this was where she would belong now. <br><br>Surely all hope was not lost! Somehow Adelia believed that Janus Latro still had control over the situation. He was just playing out his plan, <em>right</em>? Her eyes fearfully questioned her father as the palms of her bound hands began to clam up. She was so confused..so shattered..still so hopeful but still so confused…<br>&nbsp;<br>Cleopatra’s fingers were felt in her hair, playing with those healthy red locks and dampening the imagination that her father was in control of everything. It spurred many emotions within Adelia even while trying to cope with the sight of her father as a prisoner. <em>Those</em> fingers that petted her hair possessed the true power in this scenario – and it flushed her face red with embarrassment. Did Janus know that his daughter had licked those fingers clean at one time? Could he see how this Egyptian Queen had been breaking her to worship those fingers as if they were touches from a divine Goddess? <br><br>There was a sudden tug at her neck bringing her back into focus. Adelia quickly snapped her eyes upon Cleopatra to find a snarl fashioned for a whore, and it was more than enough to put Janus’ daughter into action. Adelia jumped to her feet and followed the pull of the leash. She didn’t know what else to do! A part of her wanted to run to her father and tell him how sorry she was. She wanted to escape this nightmare however there remained no other choice <em>but</em> to follow Cleopatra. The conflict was so intense that it became sickening, and the further Cleopatra made her walk away from her father the angrier she got. Nothing but silence could be heard from the Queen’s prized whore, but her flushed skin and flaming eyes said it all. For once Adelia was thankful for the ball gag in her mouth, because if given an inch in slack she would have renounced all the forced training Cleopatra had put her through and convince everyone that she couldn’t be taught. Not from fearful obedience but from learned strength did Adelia find the nerve to submissively follow without giving the Queen any resistance. Or maybe it was simply because Adelia was too tired now, and that it was Janus’ turn to be strong for the both of them?&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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