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The Goddess of the Nile, Queen Cleopatra, tugged on the supple black leather leash.
“Crawl.”
The slave, a young woman with a curvy form, large round breasts, and a head of brilliantly gold hair let out a mew through the rubber ball gag. Her brilliant green eyes staring wide and straight ahead, she rose from her haunches, having been properly kneeling in presentation, back straight and knees spread.
The ropes that encircled her body bound her arms tightly behind her, folded on top of each other, then lassoed them to her waist. More rope crisscrossed around and between her breasts separating them, and in addition to her posture, ensured they stayed perky and presented. Her bare rear end, muscles toned appropriately, bore faint wisps of red from earlier lashings.
The slave took a few shaky steps on her knees, wincing briefly in discomfort as her weight was focused through to the bare marble floor. The Queen impatiently tugged again on the leash that clipped to the leather training collar around her neck, coaxing her into a full blown crawl in a lopsided circle around her stance.
Watching Queen Cleopatra break and train a girl was intoxicating, Artemus realized when he was forced to bare witness time and time again. Every motion she made, whether it be a rewarding kiss or a cruel flick of a whip or cane was like watching liquid beauty, and reminded him just how gracious she was being in allowing him the pleasure to watch.
It had been nearly a week since the Queen foiled his plans and drugged him at dinner. Despite his beliefs about his willpower, the physical discipline she inflicted upon him was almost too much to bear. Days of caning and whipping almost drove him to tears. Still, he defiantly refused to submit to her. But it turned out that he was only playing straight into her wishes; she knew that he would not submit so easily. Instead, she was now inflicting on him an even greater punishment.
True to her word, Artemus had not orgasmed since his capture.
Her aphrodisiac, the delicious white liquor of her breasts, was forced down his throat every day. Little by little, he found himself resisting the drink less and less, until all her servants had to do was tip his head back and pour the liquid in his mouth. Who was he to resist such a gift and the pleasure it brought? The taste of the drink was delicious, and during the lengths of time which he did not imbibe it, he found himself desiring for it.
The only time Artemus was not erect was if he was lucky in the morning, after little sleep from the arousal the drink brought after night. Even then, he had to bar Cleopatra and her nude hand maidens from his mind, lest his erection return in full. As usual, it was useless, because mere moments later he was forced into arousal again as nude slaves pressed the cup to his lips.
And if the aphrodisiac wasn’t enough, Cleopatra would inflict terrible denial upon him. It was unlikely that Artemus would escape a day without an incomplete handjob or fellatio, even more so if it was from the Queen herself, who now without a doubt to Artemus was truly a Goddess of sex and pleasure.
Even now, his attention was boiling. In one of the Queen’s antechambers where she currently trained the slave, he was bound to a simple stool, legs spread and tied to the wood. A voluptuous Nubian, naked and on all fours with her large ass cocked high into the air, obediently sat nestled between his legs with the apparent intent of sucking him dry. Artemus would have loved to have tried to enjoy it, but he knew that if his attention wandered from Cleopatra, the Queen would stop what she was doing and have him lashed. The first and only time it happened so far was more than enough to remind him to not repeat the offense.
It was agonizing. The Nubian’s powerful lips seemed to create a perfect seal around his girth, and every time she slid down on his cock, her lips kissed the base. All nine inches of his cock would disappear into her without so much as a gag or choke. To contend with the exotic sensation, he was forced to watch a heavenly woman make a beautiful girl submit in the most erotic ways. Artemus found his focus wavering as he forced to stare wide eyed into the Queen’s breathtaking bosom.
Cleopatra turned, still guiding the slave in her circle, the lush cascade of her dark, silky hair flowing with her movements. Her outfit resembled that of a bikini, though far skimpier. Instead of cloth, the shoulder straps were finely woven gold chains that hung very loose over the curvature of her melon sized breasts. There was no brassiere; instead, two hammered plates of gold in the shape and texture of seashells covered her nipples, and were far too small to cover the fist-sized area of her areolas. Two large, teardrop-shaped diamonds hung from the shells, sparking brilliantly in the afternoon light. Around her waist, slung low and loose, was the thong bottom, more thin chain that connected to a tiny square of glossy silk over her pussy. The curve of her lips pushed easily through the thin fabric. The thin waistband was adorned with more diamonds.
Artemus desperately wished for her attention. Little by little, he longed more and more for her, or more specifically, the release she could grant him. Trapped in her palace of discipline and pleasure, the thought of escape soon left him. He was unarmed, and there was always something preventing him from leaving. If it wasn’t a locked door, it was ropes with unbreakable knots. If not knots, armed guards. If not guards, then the Queen herself with her seducing aroma and aura, something that he could almost not refuse. The only way to relieve his throbbing cock or swollen semen filled balls was by the Queen.
Cleopatra tugged upward on the leash. “Stop.” The slave froze, barely daring to breath. “Turn.” The girl hobbled in a circle, placing her back to the Queen as asked, now facing Artemus, whose thoughts of being a voyeur long since gone. The Goddess leaned down, gently running her hands through the girl’s hair, which had been put up to be kept out of the way. “Very good, slave,” she whispered into her ear. “See how easy your training becomes when you obey without question?” The girl nodded every so slightly, the gag blocking any assent.
Artemus could only watch and listen as the Queen hovered over the helpless girl like an eagle over a mouse. The Nubian at his groin continued her solitary order of pleasure, and he felt his cock flex hard. Artemus let out a barely audible moan, his frustrated cries muffled by his own ball gag. Unlike the slave Cleopatra was training, his gag was far more elaborate, and larger. It consisted of straps that buckled behind his head, under his chin, and a set that connected at the bridge of his nose before running over his head to join with the others. The ball, red, rubber, and about 2 inches in diameter, sat painfully wedged behind his teeth. A torrent of drool was leaking from his mouth, dousing his pectoral region in streaks of saliva.
Still, the Nubian seemed to be heedless to his agitation. Maybe she would accidentally go too far, and tip him to orgasm. All of the Queen’s training thus far would be ruined. The Nubian would be punished no doubt, but Artemus would be free to laugh at Cleopatra’s frustration. He would win.
His eyes rolled upward as the mouth-fuck continued. 20 seconds, at most, then he would explode. All the come from the last week would unload into her mouth. He could almost picture the Queen shrieking with fury as he roared in orgasm, the Nubian slave choking on the sudden river of come. Almost…Almost…
-it stopped. His cock slid out of her mouth with a loud slurp as she sucked the gobs of saliva off, leaving it shiny and clean. Beads of her spit beaded down his enormous balls to slowly patter in strings to the floor. But there was nothing else, even as the Nubian seemed frozen with her lips an inch away from his cock.
Artemus cried out in muffled frustration. He’d been so close, the closest he’d been yet! Now, his cock cooled in the air, and already, the trembling, bursting sensation was beginning to relax, back towards the dull ache of constant arousal that had tormented him.
“Oh, Lord Artemus,” came the Queen’s silky voice. “Are you that foolish?”
She was gazing upon him with her dark stare, the diamonds on her breasts twinkling. The girl’s head was cupped in her hand and pressed to her creamy thigh. The tiny bit of nerve and fear in her eyes had somehow dissipated in the last few seconds, and she was now staring at him, her green eyes covered with glassy submission.
“I told you, my word is absolute,” she continued, stroking the side of the girl’s face, who promptly cooed in pleasure. “You shall not come unless I allow you to.” She extended the leash in her hand towards the Nubian. “Slave, take this one to the sultan’s chambers for this evening when he visists. She is eager to please.”
The Nubian complied and rose, taking the leash. The gold-haired slave rose and quickly trotted when the ebony woman tugged on the leather, her head bowed, and the two of them left the chamber. She moved to him, her hips swaying seductively, the metal gold on her outfit tinkling mischievously. Artemus fidgeted nervously on the stool; the room had more than enough toys to appease her insatiable lust for physical pain.
But instead, she drew close, then gently squatted between his open legs, lowering herself to her knees. An act of submission, but Artemus knew from the giddy sense of adrenaline of her being that close to his cock that it was anything generous.
Cleopatra looked at his cock thoughtfully, as if she was inspecting it for the first time. Nine inches of flesh and muscle stared up at her in a straight rod. The head, a powerful bud of flesh with a prominent crown, was a deep shade of red, glassy from the Nubian’s mouth.
Gently, with one hand, she lifted it, as if testing its weight. A drop of precum oozed from the slit, a testament that his body was still feeding off the aphrodisiac. The thick, powerful mass of muscles strained in her hand, and she let it fall, where it bobbed once before standing still. Artemus quivered from her energetic touch, desiring it lustfully.
“As I have said before, an impressive organ,” she whispered. “It will be mine, rest assured. It shall pleasure me to its fullest extent. Only the cock of a Roman general who has conquered thousands shall satisfy me.” Her hand crept lower to his quivering balls. They were large, befitting of a man of his stature, ripe for sex and pleasure. Her palm gently massaged them, and like with his cock, lifted the slightly dangling globes. “Heavy and full of semen, a bountiful offer for my breasts when the time comes.”
Without warning, she descended upon his still moist cock, taking half the length into her mouth. Artemus moaned in ecstasy, drool bubbling from his lower lip and down his chin. But his sounds of pleasure turned to throes of agony when she suddenly bit down. The Queen slowly pulled her head back her teeth grazing hard upon the sensitive skin of his cock, until the crown of the head interfered. The line of hot fire she traced exploded into fury as she bumped over the head and let the member slip out.
“Soon, Lord Artemus, very soon…”
With that, she left him and his fire touched cock to sit in agony.
A quick, short update. Thank you all for the reviews to the story! I’d like to hear what you think, what you’d like to see in this type of story. Let me know your suggestions, either in a review or an email, and I’ll see if I can weave them into the story. See you at the next update!
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