Cleopatra
Part 1
Cleopatra possessed the face of a goddess and the lush, alluring body of
a vamp. Strong verile men fell at her feet. Her hair was radiant and
lusterious, black as a raven, her eyes, a tantalizing, deep dark brown,
her delectable, tawny colored skin, smooth as silk. Even at the tender
age of eighteen her beauty was legendary. After all she had met and
conquered the mighty Julius Caesar, melting and capturing his heart.
Using both beauty and wile, she had easily mesmerized the great Roman
warrior and leader and was quickly appointed Queen of Egypt. This newly
formed alliance and rumors of romance did not bode well with many
members of the Roman high council. Adding fuel to the fires of
discontentment, Cleopatra had chosen to visit Rome and was now living in
Caesar's palace with both he and his wife Calpurnia.
Rumors of a coup degrace or even an assassination spread rapidily
through the inner circles of Rome's elite. Even now, Brutus and
Calpurnia huddled together in her chambers plotting a strategy. Caesar's
wife was furious. "I dare she, the brazen hussy, coming right here to
Rome and living under the same roof." Brutus tried to settle her down.
"Just keep calm Calpurnia, we'll take care of Cleopatra once Caesar is
out of the way." His words had little affect on the hot tempered woman.
"I don't want to wait, who knows how much longer Caesar will be in
power?" "I want that bitch taken care of right now." Brutus sighed,
nodded his head in reluctant approval and left the room.
Later that evening on a quiet road leading up to a large villa located
on the outskirts of Rome, a heavily curtained gondola was being carried
on the shoulders of eight muscular black slaves, two on each of the four
support arms extending from the gondola. They came to a sudden halt when
approached by Calpurnia and a huge male nubian wearing nothing but a
white loin cloth. In unison, they lowered the carraige to the ground.
Calpurnia drew the thick curtain, sliding it along a rod running across
the top of the enclosure. Caesar's wife smiled. Laying on the floor was
the trussed and gagged form of Cleopatra. She was on her side, arms
behind her back, tied at the wrists and elbows with thin leather strips,
her ankles were crossed and also tied with leather. A black scarf
securing the wadding in her mouth was clenched tightly between her teeth
and the overhang of her pouting, pink painted lips. Cleopatra's dark
brown eyes blazed a mixture of hate and indignation. Calpurnia payed her
no heed but rather took notice of Cleopatra's left breast that was naked
and exposed, apparently from the scuffle of her abduction. Her tethered
ankles, sandled feet and pink painted toenails were visible below the
hem of her full length white tunic. Then as if speaking to a lady of the
evening, she looked down her nose at the bound and gagged Queen of
Egypt. "Whore." She then abruptly closed the curtain. Cleopatra could
hear Calpurnia speakng to the blackman, right outside the carraige.
"Remove all of her jewlery and place it in my strong box and then I want
you to give her a good fucking, I want you to fuck her until she can't
stand up, do you understand me?" He didn't hesitate. "Yes mistress, I
sure do understand?" The gondola suddenly began to shake violently,
mumbling and thumping noises coming from within. Calpurnia and the black
slave laughed. "Must have been something I said." Calpurnia chided.
By entering through a secret trapdoor in the villa, one could descend
down a flight of granite stairs into the cold, dark dungeon type chamber
below. Cleopatra's rumpled tunic and under garments were strewn on the
floor next to the large four-poster bed in which Cleopatra lay naked and
shamed. She was spreadeagled, face up, ankles and wrists tied
outlandishly to the four posts, her gag had been removed.
