Introduction

 

 

The girl, resplendent in her nakedness laid full length across the seat of a small boat, her head and feet resting on the gunwales. A man sitting in the stern watched idly as the great temples of Thebes drifted harmlessly by. He turned the tiller sending the craft towards a smaller river disgorging its contents into the greater waters of the Nile. Two Nubian rowers, their dark skin sweating profusely under the glaring sun had little chance to admire the girl's fine figure or her stark nakedness. The sweat pouring from their brows had all but blinded them. The girl for her part gazed absently at the cloudless sky, listening to the monotonous creaking of the oars and occasionally shifting her numbed buttocks. Another man seated at the prow plucked the strings of a harp stealing glances at the girl's wobbling breasts. It might have been a pleasure outing, a boat making its way inoffensively up the Nile were it not for the girl's wrists locked through a wooden manacle and a chain around her pretty neck securing her to the boat's ribs. The look upon her face was not one of pleasure. She knew, as did the men in the boat what fate awaited her at the hands of Queen Hatentita.

The boat thumped dully against a stone wharf and the men moved fast, releasing the chains and lifting her over the gunwales. Leaving the exhausted rowers behind, they marched the naked girl through the portals of a now deserted temple, handing her over to heavily armed guards. The man who had been playing the harp went up a flight of steps, entered a second chamber and bowed low.

"Your imperial majesty, we have been betrayed," he informed, wondering if, as the bearer of bad tidings, he too would be executed. "The Romans have sent an army into Semna and have destroyed all our forces."

He stepped back awaiting her response.

But the enraged outburst he anticipated never came. Instead, she continued to gaze across the desert at the distant pylons of Thebes. Not moving or speaking; lost in thought.

He had to admit she was stunningly beautiful with the sun shining through her diaphanous robe. Her full figure was silhouetted in all its glory; long shapely legs, magnificent tightly rounded buttocks forming into a darker sensuous crease, a long back tapering up from the devastating swell of her hips and terminating into square and perfectly sculpted shoulders. Bereft of her wig, her cropped scalp lost none of its beauty. If anything she looked younger, but there was nothing girlish about the look on her face when at last she turned to face him. Her high, firm breasts heaved under the robe and he clearly saw the darker discs of her pimpled areolas and puckered nipples rising like the tips of her fingers.

"Who betrayed me?" she whispered dangerously, eyeing him with smouldering eyes.

"The serving girl," he answered, taking another step backwards. "The one we sent into the governor Cellenius' harem."

Queen Hatentita screwed her face in thought. "If you send a girl to do a woman's job what else would you expect?"

The man visibly trembled for the emphasis had stealthily shifted from the plural to the singular.

"Was she tortured?" the Queen asked.

"Our intelligence is that she betrayed our secrets in exchange for sexual favours and a promise of much gold, your majesty."

"And you have her here now?"

"She is under guard and awaits your decision, your majesty."

Her face relaxed, her lips curling into a sardonic smile. "If sex is to her liking, see to it that she is well punished and then send her into the underworld."

He bowed and made a hasty retreat. There was no telling how such volatile a woman would suddenly change and have him executed into the bargain.

"Bring the wretch along," he said to the guards, who promptly dragged her into a small, airless chamber.

How old was she? Nefru wondered looking at her small pert breasts. Not much more than eighteen summers, he guessed, and certainly not virginal. Then again, a girl with legs and a bottom like that could hardly expect to keep her virginity for very long. Leading her across the chamber, he also wondered how many men had lain between her slender thighs and penetrated that succulent peach of a slit.

Dismissing the thought, he ordered her to sit astride a stone phallus and the girl went wide-eyed. It was long and thick, not smooth like the real thing she now saw displayed from under his tunic, but with deep ridges and knobbles and ringed with a many pointed star fitted under the head. She swallowed hard and straddled the weapon, spreading her legs and slowly bending them at the knees.

"Must I suffer this?" she wept, feeling the tip nudging into her slit.

"It is the Queen's wish," he told her flatly, and placed his hands on her shoulders, exerting a strong downward pressure.

She sucked her breath as inch by inch the weapon filled her belly. Fully penetrated, she sat upright, keeping her balance, not daring to move. Inside her sex, the ridges and knobbles teased the delicate and tender petals. The pointed star rubbed against her vaginal walls. Already she was flushed with sexual arousal. The slightest movement of her hips and buttocks would have her on heat.

"Now ride," Nefru ordered. "Ride it until you're sore, and at the same time you can suck my cock."

He saw no point in wasting such an opportunity. She was defenceless with the guards now tying her hands behind her back, her slim legs thrown wide, her mouth open and there for the taking.

Nefru guided his cock into her mouth and placed his hands at the back of her head holding it rigid. A lash from the guard's belt sent the girl into a steady rocking motion, bucking her bottom and digging her toes hard onto the stone flags. Riding faster now, the muscles in her calves and thighs hardened and flexed. Her bottom cheeks clenched from the huge weapon teasing her sex. Nefru closed his eyes and sighed at the feeling of her warm wet mouth gliding up and down his shaft. One of the guards' released his own pulsating organ and rubbed the tip over her nipples. He too saw no point in wasting such an opportunity. The other guard leaned against the wall content to watch the goings on without participating. There was as much satisfaction in looking at her slender body twisting and writhing in all directions as there was ejaculating over her tits.

Soon the girl gasped for breath; half choking on the organ stuffed deep in her throat, and inside her, the phallus was already doing its deadly work. Streams of love juice poured from her trembling sex and at its base, an artfully placed ridge was driving her to distraction pushing hard on her swollen clit. A fast hot stream of male juice shot over her nipples and the guard staggered backwards laughing like a hyena. Urged on by Nefru's hands, her head bobbed faster over his cock and she felt its length suddenly harden. He thrust deeper and then suddenly erupted, filling her mouth and throat. She choked and coughed, unable to do anything but swallow the thick globules of sperm slithering into her belly.

"Please, I've had as much as I can take," she wailed, spreading her legs so widely the pelvic bones cricked.

"You're going to take a lot more," Nefru told her, wiping his cock head in her hair. "You'll ride the weapon until your arse splits."

"Do we kill her afterwards?" one of the guards whispered.

Nefru hesitated. What a waste of a magnificent little morsel of fucking meat, slitting her throat and despatching her naked and penniless into the underworld. A twinge of guilt gnawed at his conscience. There were times when he though that Hatentita was stark raving mad. The idea that she could muster an army and drive the Romans out of Egypt bordered on lunacy. Nevertheless, it was not entirely impossible. Cleopatra had almost done just that. So why not Hatentita? And there was the possibility that he might become her consort with his own harem and all the maidens he could fuck. But he had no desire to murder the sobbing serving girl now slumped exhausted over the weapon.

"If you can make it into the desert, you can keep her," he advised softly.

And he went back to report to his sovereign.

"Is it done?" she asked.

"It is your majesty," he lied, hoping that both the guard and the girl would be far away by sundown.

"I have been thinking," she said, swinging her legs from the windowsill. "We have failed because we sent an imbecilic serving girl to do a job which requires both intelligence and tact. We need a grown woman to get into Cellenius' harem. She must be tall, voluptuous, willing to fuck like a goat, of keen intelligence, good with a sword if needs must. She must be quick witted and able to escape when the time is ripe. She must also be black. I've heard that Cellenius has a penchant for fucking black slaves."

Nefru stared in disbelief. "I'm sure I don't know any woman living who could fulfill those expectations," he said stunned at the suggestion.

Hatentita crossed her legs and stroked her chin.

"There must be someone, somewhere," she hissed. "It's only a matter of finding her."