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Authors: Chera Zade
Bound: Slave to the Pharaoh
Bound: Slave to the Pharaoh
This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locations is purely coincidental.
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First Edition May 23, 2015
© 2015 Chera Zade All Rights Reserved.
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This book contains sexually explicit content and is intended for adult readers only. All characters depicted in sexual situations are eighteen years of age and older and none are related by blood. All sex is unprotected.
Excerpt
He swam towards me. My heartbeat sped up the closer he got.
“Turn around. I will wash your back.” I wasn’t too sure of the wisdom of me complying, as my pussy was already hot. His firm hands lathered my back, and I inhaled a deep breath. His touch was so sensuous. I had never been touched by a man before, and heat rapidly suffused my nether region.
The sound of the water pouring into the pool filled my ears. I watched my breasts bounce on the surface of the clear water. My breath came faster, and I focused on those firm hands, now slippery.
He drew closer until his firm chest was pressed up against me. His hands moved over my shoulders and along my arms. I didn’t know what to do.
His voice rumbled in his chest. “Karima, you are so beautiful.”
Somehow I found my voice. “We…we…can’t do this.”
He swallowed. “I won’t hurt you, I promise. I want to have you. Please.”
His touch moved along my neck and he kissed my head. I tried to pull away, but he held me close. My pulse pounded in my head and I licked my lips. My mind swirled with all manner of thoughts, none of which I could grab onto to express.
His hand moved along my stomach where it hung for a moment. Then he inched up to my large breast and grasped my flesh. I sucked in a breath and my nipples hardened.
“Oh…we can’t…” My voice drifted away. Omar turned me around to face him. His deep brown eyes penetrated mine. His full lips parted. I opened my lips, and he pressed his mouth to mine. A soft tongue swept inside my mouth. In that moment I felt my resolve melt away. I gave into the pleasant sensations that pulsed through me.
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Bound: Slave to the Pharaoh
I stumbled through the garden of my father’s home and headed to the small pond in the corner. I sat on the concrete border at the edge of the pond. The lilies on the water floated serenely. The calm waters usually relaxed me. Not today. My eyes were drawn to a small group of mosquitos buzzing over the still, murky water. I squinted my eyes to see a couple of gold fish busily searching for food.
The memory of the conversation came back.
I had walked down the hallway, my arms full of offerings, on my way to the temple. I had planned to pray to the gods. I hoped that they’d find favor with me. Nearly every day I had petitioned for a suitable husband. I was already eighteen years old. If I didn’t marry soon, my chance would be gone. Passing my father’s audience hall, my ears caught the mention of my name. I stopped and hid just before the stone doorway.
Two male voices drifted into the hallway. My father and the governor were in conversation.
“Yes, we need to strengthen our relations with Egypt. They are much more powerful than us. The future of our country is at stake,” the governor grumbled.
“The strength of our borders worries me. We don’t have enough troops to hold off an attack. They are in Kush now, and once they have vanquished their enemies, they may set their sights here.”
“I heard they have already sent scouts to find our weaknesses,” my father said.
“Bah… weaknesses? We have many weaknesses.” The governor coughed. “I’m certain they have already infiltrated the country by sending spies dressed as travelers. We need to be quick and offer a sign of peace before they grind us into the ground.”
“What do you suggest?” my father asked.
“We should send a caravan. Filled with fine silks, gold and slaves. Give gifts as a sign of goodwill,” the governor replied.
“My daughter Karima will make a fine gift. She needs to be married and I haven’t found a suitable match for her,” my father said.
“That’s a great idea. The daughter of Moroccan royalty sent as a gift to Pharaoh. I like that idea.”
My heart shrank at these words. A long breath escaped me. I hadn’t realized I had been holding my breath. Trembling, I retraced my steps. Tears ran down my face. I threw myself into the lap of my nurse, Rania, and wept.
“I don’t want to go away. I’d always imagined I’d be married to a man of my own country.”
“There, there. Her hands smoothed my hair as she patted my head. The tears continued to stream, unrelenting.
“How can I live in another country? I don’t know the language, I will be a stranger there. This is awful.” Anger clenched my heart. “I will not go. I will refuse to go.”
“Karima, this is foolish talk. You must go. There is no other choice.” Her hand swept a stray strand of hair out of my face.
“This is so unfair. Why have I been chosen for this? I prayed to the gods for a suitable husband. Not an Egyptian.”
She chuckled as she patted my head. I relaxed under her soft hands.
“You will make a fine mistress. You will bear sons and be an esteemed member of the royal house.”
I doubted her words.
“What if they don’t approve of me? What if they are mean to me? Then what will I do?”
“It is going to be all right,” Rania cooed.
I knew it was useless to fight my father’s decision. But I remained stubborn. I was used to getting my way, and I decided I wasn’t going to be treated as a piece of property.
I got up and refused the sweetmeats Rania pressed upon me. Sweetmeats wouldn’t make me feel any better. Determined to stew in anger, I left my room.
My eyes rubbed raw from crying, I walked to the pond to ruminate on my fate.
My life would completely change in a short time. I hadn’t stayed long enough to hear when I’d be sent away. I imagined it’d be too soon for me. I looked around the lovely garden.
Fig trees provided shade from the hot sun. Flowers of various colors and shapes danced around in the light breeze. I watched my half-brothers and sisters play in the clear blue pool on the other side of the garden. Slaves swept and mopped the white and gray marble floors that bordered the greenery.
White stone columns held up the soaring ceilings of the palace. I gazed into the open wings of the building, one of which led to my quarters. Tears filled my eyes as I looked upon everything I had known my entire life.
I tried to picture Egypt. Nothing came to mind. I tried to remember any description of Egypt. My heart sank. If only I hadn’t been so involved with myself and my own flighty life. The realization that I’d never had a care about anyone but myself now hit me full force.
How would I manage? As a stranger, they’d probably look down on me. The muscles in my chest tightened. I didn’t care. I’d hold my head up with pride. My jaw clenched, and I sat up straight as I pictured myself at the Pharaoh’s palace.
I thought back on my father’s conversation. They sounded worried. Did Egypt pose such a serious threat to us? I couldn’t deny that Egypt was a faraway land that was powerful, wealthy and to be feared. My lips tightened.
Maybe I could be an ambassador of sorts. If I went to Egypt, and relations improved between our countries, then there was a purpose for my going there. A small smile grew on my lips. My heart lightened. I had to be a good woman and please the Pharaoh so he would look with favor upon my people.
Getting up, I left the pond in a different frame of mind. I knew what I had to do.
The celebrations began two days ago. The whole country was celebrating my wedding to the Pharaoh. My handmaidens had dressed me in fine silks. A gold chain clipped in my nose and trailed to the back of the veil I wore. Hands adjusted my flowing dress that showed a hint of cleavage. The women tittered and made lewd jokes about the wedding night. That was still far away. I’d leave for Egypt in one week, and the journey would take three weeks.
I tried to picture the Pharaoh and how he might look. No one in my circle had ever met the Pharaoh, so I had no description. I imagined his appearance.
He was handsome, with dark eyes that saw into my soul. A muscular chest and arms filled out his body. My heart fluttered at the picture I was conjuring up, and a heat grew between my legs.
I turned my attention back to the present. Someone made a joke about male members and everybody laughed.
“What is it like? The first night,” I ventured to ask.
Silence filled the room.
Someone coughed, and another maiden cleared her throat. “Well milady, it is a wonderful thing.” She smiled. “The first time is the worst, but then it gets better.”
“What am I supposed to do?”
The woman flushed. “You don’t have to do anything. He will do most of the work.” Every-one giggled.
We left for the celebration. I sat next to my father’s throne. He gazed at me. “You have never looked more beautiful. You remind me so much of your mother.”
The smile on my face was tainted by the pain in my heart at those words. “My mother passed away when I was a child. Do you still remember her?”
A picture of her loving expression came to mind. I blinked back tears.
He nodded. “Don’t tell Siti, but I still think often of your mother.”
I glanced at the woman who had taken my mother’s place. I would not miss her when I left here. She was probably glad to see me go too. I was too much of a reminder of her former rival.
The dancing troupe entered the room, and I focused my attention on them.
When the celebrations died down, I headed back to my quarters. I’d be glad to get into bed. My feet padded on the cool marble floor. My handmaiden helped me get undressed and ready for bed. I crawled under the light cover, grateful for the cool night air.
I lay in bed for long hours, but I could not sleep. Finally, I got up and headed to the garden. As I slipped along the hallway, I passed a storage room. I heard a soft moan from the doorway.
My feet skidded to a stop. I placed my body against the cool wall next to the doorframe. Thinking someone was hurt, I waited. Giggling reached my ears. Keeping my back against the wall, I slipped inside the room. I remained against the wall as my eyes adjusted to the light.
My head turned to the far wall. A male slave stood, his member hard and sticking out. I gasped. I had never seen an adult member before. A kneeling female slave grasped the member.
With soundless steps, I made my way to a large chest hidden in the recess of a wall. The place afforded me darkness, and I was confident I was hidden. Light from an outdoor lamp gave a soft glow that filtered into the room and illuminated the couple.
The female slave grasped the member with her hand, and I held my breath as she put it in her mouth. The man groaned with pleasure as he watched her ministrations. My nether region grew hot at this display.
She pulled him in and out repeatedly. She appeared to be experienced in this maneuver. I hadn’t even known such a thing existed. I needed to do this during my time with the Pharaoh.
Her saliva made his length glisten, and he grew larger as she sucked on him. The man ran his hands over the woman’s head, appearing to direct the speed of her motions.
My breath came faster, and my hand reached between my legs. I moved my nightgown away and ran my fingers over my mound. Light touches at first, then more pressure.
The woman stopped and stood up. The man fondled her breasts, and my hand reached for my own breast. The nipple hardened under my touch. I bit my lip as sensations grew within me.
I held my breath when the man sucked at the woman’s nipples. She gazed at him while he licked and sucked on the turgid peaks. I wished for somebody to suck on my nipples. What would it feel like? I pulled on my nipple until it hurt.
He moved her to a wooden table against the wall. My eyes remained fixed on them. He laid her on the table with careful movements.
The man placed kisses along the woman’s flat stomach. She held her round breasts in her hands. I licked my lips and waited to see what was going to happen next. The man’s hand trailed to the inside of her thighs. She opened her legs wide, and he put his fingers on her folds and spread them open. She released a low moan. My hand snaked back between my legs to assuage the flame that kindled into a fire.
The man put his head between her legs, and I saw a tongue dart out and lick her mound. The woman squirmed on the table and threw her head back, mouth open in a silent moan.
Transfixed by the scene, I rubbed my fingers back and forth on my slit, growing wet. I put a finger inside and used the fluid to heighten the reaction. I worked to quiet my breath, but my body was overcome with these sensations.
Afraid of enjoying these sensual pleasures, I had always tamped down my desires. But now this craving refused to abate. My body longed for satisfaction and I was going to get it.
The man’s tongue worked faster and the woman’s hips rocked back and forth. He inserted a finger deep inside of her, and she encouraged him to move it in and out. He followed her wishes, and his finger worked faster and faster and the woman’s head turned from side to side. I could see her body tremble, and her legs shook uncontrollably. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead and her eyes were closed.
Faster and faster the man ministered to her. At last the woman let out a high-pitched keening that was dampened when she clamped her mouth shut. Her body rocked back and forth and her breasts bounced with every movement. I hoped the woman was all right. She didn’t appear to be in pain.
She convulsed a few more times, and the man slowed his movements. Her form lay still, her breathing coming in gasps. A sheen of sweat grew on her chest and arms. Her hair lay damp on her forehead.
The man stood up, a big grin on his face. He almost appeared… proud. I kept asking myself what had happened and could I experience the same thing? My fingers still worked on myself even though they had stopped.
Now the man took his sword in his hand and placed it in between the woman’s legs. The woman roused herself out of her stupor and pulled the man’s member toward her. It appeared she wanted this. My curiosity piqued as I watched with bated breath.
The man pushed half-way inside and pulled himself out. His cock glistened wet in the glow of the outdoor lamp. He rammed back in all the way and I gasped. That must have hurt. I shifted my gaze to the woman. She moaned and wriggled her hips.
I watched as her finger slid down between her legs to find her pearl. She manipulated herself while the man moved in and out of her. My mouth dropped open while I stroked my pussy back and forth, the heat rising again to new heights.
My legs shook, and I shifted from a crouching position and placed my butt on the cool floor. I released a sigh and covered my mouth. I gazed at them; they were too involved to hear anything else. A sigh of relief escaped.
My fingers worked back and forth in my slit, and I stared at the man, who bucked to and fro faster and faster. My fingers matched his rhythm, and my pussy was raging hot.
I bit my lip as the heat grew. I thought I couldn’t take it anymore. It was too good to stop now. Would I have the same reaction as the woman? My eyes shifted back to her. Her fingers were busy in between her legs and she let out several soft mewling sounds, like a kitten.
I wanted to express my desire too, but not at the risk of getting caught here. I pushed a finger deep inside of me and I released a long sigh. New sensations flooded me and a haze came over my mind.
The man now worked faster, and I sensed that he was coming to his own peak. Suddenly the woman convulsed again, and the man threw his head back in a silent scream. A pressure built between my legs, and a most delicious pulsating sensation came over me. I stood on the edge of a cliff and I was falling over. I bit my lip to keep from crying out as my body took over my senses and convulsed again and again.
My hips bucked to and fro of their own accord. The man collapsed on top of the woman. They were both spent. I fell back and nearly knocked over a clay jar. I grabbed it in time and returned it to its place.
My heart continued to hammer in my chest, and fluid dripped out of my pussy onto my buttocks.
My forehead beaded with sweat. I stayed in my hiding place, unable to move. Weakness overcame me and I feared something was wrong.
My gaze turned back to the couple, who were weakly getting up off the table. I waited until they left, then I pulled myself up and with careful steps, returned to my room. I collapsed on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
