The sweltering desert sun beat down on the dock. Water lapped against the harbor, wooden structures and boats creaking against their anchoring ropes as they bobbed up and down in the waves.

       Jacob winced as a trader grabbed him roughly by the shoulders, then cried out as he struck him against the back of the legs, dropping him to his knees on the rough wooden dock. Beside him, other boys and girls received the same treatment, both older and younger than him. They were all slaves.

       Most of his village had been killed in the raid. His father and mother had been as well, but he didn’t cry about it in front of his attackers. Instead, he tried to fight them off. But being so young, he was easily overpowered and taken captive.

       Jacob didn’t know exactly where he was, but the surrounding desert suggested somewhere east. He wondered if the mouth of the large river was the Nile. That would put him in Egypt. The distant country was often spoken of, sometimes being referred to as a paradise, sometimes a den of all things evil.

       Though he and his family were simple farmers and traders, Jacob had seen a few things about slave trading. Traders would sometimes stop at his village with their captives. Usually, the younger women and girls were taken first. He guessed that’s what was going to happen now, as they were all lined up in their shackles on the dock. But there was no line of prospective buyers, only the traders as they finished presenting the last captive.

       Then he saw it. It was some sort of palanquin, covered from the harsh sun by translucent silk drapes. It was carried by four burly, chiseled men, nude save for the loincloths around their waists. Behind it walked four women, carrying small silken bundles to their chests. They were completely naked. Behind them was a small battalion of soldiers, all women in leather armor with swords.

       The palanquin stopped at the foot of the dock, and the men slowly lowered it to the ground. Through the silk hangings, Jacob saw a figure moving, relaxing amidst pillows. Then, the hangings parted.

       The woman who commanded such beauty and wealth had to have been a Baroness, or a Mistress of some kind. She was native Egyptian with dark, tanned skin, and silky, shoulder length hair, the ends braided in gold. Her eyes were dark and mysterious, only made deeper by touches of make up. Her lips were full and thick, seeming to shimmer with gloss in the sunlight.

       The most complete garment she wore was her cloak, a thin shiny cloth that hung from her shoulder on epaulets. It hovered a mere inch from the dirty ground. What little else she wore was shocking. Never before had Jacob seen such an outfit. The woman wore almost nothing, save for a garnish of thin, jeweled chain that started from a collar around her neck, then drooped down her front, splitting once beneath each bare breast, still continuing down to connect to the front of an impossibly small thong.

       And by the gods, was she beautiful. Her skin glowed smoothly, as if it had been lightly oiled. Creamy thighs brushed each other with each step she took. But by far her most notable feature was her breasts. A chest of such large size went against all of Jacob’s reasoning. They were like twin moons in the night sky, perfect and without blemish. Two large, fleshy areolas as big as his fist seemed to stare wide like eyes, two fat nipples standing erect in the hot air.

       Jacob felt discomfort in his loins. His cock was throbbing, trying to stick straight like it did when he woke in the mornings sometimes. He quickly looked down and saw the bulge in the front of his rough leather loincloth.

       The woman, this goddess, began to walk down the line of captives, examining each one closely. Sometimes, she would halt and stoop over, staring deeply into their eyes. Jacob saw her lips move, but no sound went with it. Every once in a while, she would gesture with her hand and one of the soldiers would come and release the captive and drag them off.

       As she drew closer and closer, Jacob’s heart beat faster. Any second now, she would be upon him…then, she was.

       Up close, she was even more glorious. David stared up at her with wide eyes, past the curve of her breasts and into her intoxicating eyes. The pressure in his loins was even worse now. He half saw his cock, nearly bent in half as it tried to stand straight.

       The woman stooped, now staring less than a foot into his eyes. “Another young one,” she murmured tantalizingly. “How old are you?”

       Jacob only gaped.

       “Speak, boy. Do not try my patience.”

       Her voice did not rise from its sultry purr, but Jacob realized there was a dangerous threat there, one he could not fully understand.

       “Fi-fifteen,” he stammered. “I’m fifteen.”

       She raised an eyebrow elegantly. “Fifteen?” Her eyes darted down briefly, and Jacob realized with horror that she was looking at his groin. His face flushed red, but that only caused her to smile. She straightened from her bend.

       “This one,” she said, and gestured.

       The guard came to him and hoisted him to his feet, unlocking his wrists from the shackles and dragging him to the palanquin. Only one other captive was selected, an older girl who couldn’t stop crying.

       The women with the bundles of silk opened their packages, revealing chains. These where threaded through all of their cuffs until they were all strung together, half a dozen of them, like caught fish. Several guards grabbed the ends of the chain.

       “There will be no speaking,” one barked harshly. “You will walk quickly, or you shall be beaten. Prepare to enter your lives in service to Queen Cleopatra of the Nile.”

       With that, the soldiers tugged the chains, forcing the troupe of slaves to march after the Queen’s departing palanquin. They left the harbor, entering the city built of tan stone and brick. In the distance, what seemed like a great distance away, sat an extravagant palace, looking heavenly amidst the drab buildings.

       The sand roads were hot against his bare feet, and every once and a while, the guards would pull roughly on the chain, almost jerking Jacob to the ground. The outer district gave way to the marketplace, where crowds of citizens made way for the Queen and the small parade behind her.

       At last, just as he thought he could take no more, Jacob found himself at the foot of the giant palace…

One at a time, the slaves were ushered into a great washroom. When it was Jacob’s turn, he was amazed at what he saw. In his simple village, there was nothing anything near as extravagant as the washroom alone; tiled floors, running waters, and great baths and showers. All attended by nude women.

       He was released from his manacles, a palace guard hovering near him, and turned over to the waiting hands of the slave girl standing in a bathing pool. They took him by the arms and guided him into the deep, soapy water. The water was warm and delightful, and the slaves gently cleaned his beaten body with soft rags. Every inch of his body was scrubbed, especially his private areas, and although he squirmed, they merely tightened their grip and scrubbed more forcefully.

       After he was washed, he was brought out of the bath, and toweled dry by the slaves.  Then, he was handed back over to the guards and dragged back through the maze that was the inner corridors.

       He walked for what seemed like forever. The guards led him deeper into the palace, higher and higher into one of the towers. They suddenly stopped at the end of a hall, before a set of engraved double doors, guarded by a pair of guards that opened them upon their arrival.

       It was the Queen’s personal bedroom, spacious, and filled with silk hanging that blew softly in the wind from the large adjoining balcony. A massive bed sat on one wall, made up with silk and velvet.

       At the foot of the bed, grafted into the frame, was a sort of skeletal chair, leather straps hanging from it. As soon as he saw it, Jacob began to twist in the women’s grip.

       “Stop struggling!” one hissed, and smacked her hand against his bare buttocks. The crack of his flesh and the pain it caused stunned him into silence. He had not felt that type of punishment since he was very young.

       The two guards roughly pulled him to the chair and forced him into it. The thin metal seat wedged uncomfortably at his buttocks. First they strapped his legs in at the ankle and thighs, forcing his legs to stay spread open. His small arms were no match for their powerful muscles as they twisted his arms behind the chair, securing them with more straps.

       Now helpless, one of them took a rubber ball hanging from her belt. There were a couple of buckled straps hanging from it. She grabbed his chin.

       “Open,” she commanded.

       Jacob twisted in her grip. “No!” He clamped his lips shut.

       “Insolent boy!” The guard pinched his nose shut. The desire to breathe came far quicker than he imagined. He twisted, trying to turn his head to get a quick breath, but the guard held his jaw firmly. He had to breathe. With a cry, he opened his mouth, just wide enough for the guard to cram the ball between his teeth.

       The red rubber ball got stuck halfway, being intended for a full grown man. Not caring, the guard cruelly shoved at it. Jacob cried out in agony as he felt like his jaw was becoming unhinged. Mercifully, the ball popped in, setting behind his teeth, though his mouth was now pried painfully open. The guard buckled the straps, one behind his head, the other beneath his chin.

       The guards left, closing the chamber doors behind them. Jacob struggled in his bonds on the chair. The leather creaked and groaned, but did not yield. That didn’t stop him from trying.

The ball gag silenced his grunts of discomfort. A fire spread from both sides of his jaw, intensifying slowly. Tears brimmed in his eyes from the unfamiliar punishment. The guards had taken his loincloth as soon as he had reached the palace, and his genitals now hung free for all to see. Seeing all the naked women had made it engorged with blood, further humiliating him.

The door opened again, and the Queen stepped into her chambers. She had removed the cloak, now standing only in her skimpy thong and jewelry. Jacob’s eyes widened at her form, and his cock twitched, beginning to lengthen. He hated it doing that; there was something he couldn’t explain about it, something unfamiliar. It felt good, but distracting.

She glided to him softly, thoughtfully looking him over. Jacob tried to speak, his voice muffled by the ball.

“Mmmn. Mm-mn. Mmph!”

       “Shhh,” she whispered, stooping over and pressing a finger to the ball in his mouth. “Do not try to speak, boy.”

       “Mm!” Jacob ignored her. “Mm MM!”

       “Boy, you will silence yourself,” the Queen said, her voice taking an edge. “If you do not, you shall be removed from my presence and whipped.”

       Jacob immediately fell silent, knowing that such a powerful woman’s threat was real. She drew closer to him. He couldn’t help but stare at her beautiful breasts. What was it that he couldn’t look away from them? His cock finished lengthening, now twitching like a stiff rod.

       “You are 15 years of age, are you not?” the Queen questioned lightly. When Jacob didn’t answer, she cupped his chin in her hand. “Answer, boy.”

       “Mmm-hmm,” David grunted and nodded.

       “Do you know anything of sexual pleasure?”

       Sexual pleasures? Jacob knew nothing of the sort. He knew some of sex. It was something his parents were to tell him about in a few years. It involved man and woman, and love.

       “Mm,” Jacob shook his head.

       A slow smile spread across the Queen’s lips. Slowly, deliberately, she kneeled before him, in between his spread legs where his cock stuck straight up. The chair he sat in reclined ever so slightly, so he had to tuck his chin to his chest to see her.

       “Does this feel good, boy?” she asked suddenly. Jacob felt the tips of her fingers touch his balls, gently caressing and kneading. He moaned outright, a strange feeling emanating from her touch all the way up his spine. It felt very good. “What about when I do this?”

       He felt her warm hand encircle his girth, then stroke up and down methodically, from head to base. He moaned again as his cock exploded with delightful sensations. Did his body always possess such pleasure when his cock was erect? Was this the sex the Queen spoke of?

“You have an impressive cock. Your father must have been well endowed…”

       The Queen leaned close, her mouth inches from the head of his cock. She puckered, then blew a stream of cool air across it. Jacob jerked involuntarily at the feeling.

       

       “Sex is the primal act of pleasure, boy,” she purred, gently holding his cock at the base and massaging it with her fingertips. Then she opened her mouth and slid his shaft between her lips. The warm, moist interior of her mouth, sucking hard made him scream outright into the gag. She bobbed up and down, her black hair a shimmering wave as the golden tassels danced. The very sound of her slurping and sucking lips drove him mad with desire for more.

       The Queen let his cock slide out with a loud smack, and she resumed stroking his now soaked shaft with her hand. “Sex is how you will pleasure your Queen. It is your gift for faithful worship and service. A fair deal, no?”

       Jacob was too mesmerized in his own world to even hear her. He vaguely heard her ask if he wanted more. Vigorously, he shook his head. More…he needed more.

       The Queen brushed close, leaning into his groin. Her breasts pressed into his thighs, their warmth transferring into his skin. Holding both of them in her hands, she pushed them together, forming a tight cleft of heavenly flesh. She leaned further, pressing them onto his cock until it slid in, then began to rock back and forth.

       Jacob moaned aloud again as his slick cock moved in and out from between her breasts. The supple, smooth skin felt so wondrous and tantalizing. Each rock smothered his cock in flesh, lightly slapping his balls to his underside. Sometimes, his head would pop out from her cleavage, only to sink back between the folds.

       It felt like it lasted forever, but at the same time, it ended far too quickly. The Queen rose from her knees, Jacob’s cock still sticking straight and shiny. More…he still needed more!

       “Does the gag hurt boy?” The Queen mused softly. “You are crying.”

       The gag indeed still pained him greatly, and the wondrous, alien pleasure she was giving him made a tear squeeze from the corner of his eye.

       “It is a necessary evil, I am afraid. It is not unlike men to shriek when exposed to such decadence.” She turned, slowly and deliberately, then hooked her thumbs under the straps of her thong, sliding it off as she bent over. Jacob marveled at the glory of her chiseled buttocks, and the hint of her privates. “Weaker men faint at the act of pleasuring a goddess. But you are strong, even during your first time.”

       The Queen swung her leg over him, settling onto his lap, his cock laying across her shaved pussy and poking into her belly. She placed a hand over his heart, which was beating wildly.

       “Intoxicating, is it not?” she murmured. “Breathed deeply, boy. Close your eyes, and take in my scent. Relax. It is alright to scream when it happens.”

       Jacob obeyed her wishes, focusing hard on the wonderful scent that garnished her skin. He felt her shift, her hand guiding his cock, then…

       He screamed in lust as she took him inside her. The inside of her pussy seemed charged with energy. She slowly, but with great force, began to rock her hips, fucking him powerfully.

       “Mmm…yes…” she moaned. “Gods, you feel wonderful!”

       The Queen breathed deeply as she fucked, the rise and fall of her bosom invisible to Jacob’s shut eyes. She moaned again, and rocked harder, coiling her arms around his neck. He felt skin mold to his face. Her enormous breasts as she stuffed his face into them.

       “Yes…yes…yes…Gods, yes!”

       The methodic sound of her buttocks slapping his thighs drummed in his ears. His cock felt ablaze in pleasure; it tingled through and through as she fell upon it again and again, taking the whole length of it each time.

       “I’m going to…yes, I’m going to come…yes…yes…ohhh!”

       She let out a primal moan, and Jacob felt his entire crotch turn wet as a liquid exploded from her pussy. Her arms tightened around his neck almost to the point of pain, and she seemed to latch onto his cock as tremors ran through her body.

       The tremors ceased, and she slowly resumed rocking her hips back and forth. Jacob felt as if he were poised on the edge of a cliff. He desperately wanted her to rock faster, so that he would fall off. He knew an amazing experience waited for him.

       “Open your eyes, boy.”

       Jacob obeyed, the edges of his vision hazy with water. Her deep dark eyes stared back.

       “Do you wish to experience the full gift of sex?”

       He vigorously nodded. Yes, yes! He wanted it so badly! He would give anything to experience more!

       The Queen nuzzled close to his face, her lips brushing the gag. A long stream of drool had been leaking from his lower lip, now traveling midway down his chest.

       “Then surrender yourself to me…”

       Jacob closed his eyes, and she began to rock her hips again…