Cleopatra
Part 3
The debased queen resisted but she was no match for the talented
cocksman. He toyed with her, turning her voluptuous array of female
flesh into a craving, lewd spectacle. She begged for culmination time
and time again, promising anything. By the time he had finished with
her, she had danced to his tune, done his bidding and jumped through
hoops for him. She lay humbly at his feet, exhausted, her juices totally
depleted, but the evening was not over for the young raven haired
beauty.
When Calpurnia returned the next day. she found a naked Cleopatra
hanging from the ceiling by her wrists, her perspiration sheened body
illuminated by torches positioned along the wall. The big black removed
one of the torches from it's sheath and held it up to Cleopatra's
backside. She was covered with thin, bright red welts that had been
systematically administered from the top of her back, down over her
entire buttocks and along the backs of her thighs. Driblets of
coagulated blood stained her silky, tawny hued skin. Calpurnia nodded
her approval. "Very nice, her skin is tender and marks well."
Cleopatra's chains were lowered until she was on her knees, her body
limp, her head slumped forward, long tendrils of hair hanging in damp
disarray covered her tear streaked face. Calpurnia parted the hair
hiding Cleopatra's face and used it to lift her head up, her tear
stained eyes were filled with pain and agony. "Look at me Cleopatra, it
is mistress Calpurnia, do you understand?" She nodded weakly but did not
speak. Calpurnia picked up a long. thin rod and without warning, lashed
it savagely across Cleopatra's left breast, just above the nipple. A
frenzied shriek tore from her throat. "AAAAAHHHHRRRR." Calpurnia got
right in her face, holding her head up by the chin. "Now, do you
understand me?" The young queen's lips trembled uncontrollably. "Yes
mistress Calpurnia, I understand, you are my mistress." Calpurnia smiled
evilly and with another fierce and sudden stroke, layed a firey kiss
across Cleopatra's right breast, again right above the nipple. The young
beauty screamed in pure agony, her free swinging titties jumping and
swinging violently as she writhed in her restraints. As intended,
Calpurnia had marred each one of Cleopatra's fabled breasts with a deep
laceration, blood flowing freely fom the open wounds. Calpurnia
considered it as sort of a brand, proof of ownership. Calpurnia turned
to the black slave. "Prepare her for travel as we discussed, the queen
is returning to Rome. She then turned back to the kneeling young
captive. "By the way Cleopatra, I forgot to mention that Julius Caesar
is dead." Cleopatra screamed hysterically. "NOOOOOO."
Thongs of cheering Romans lined the streets leading to the palace. The
procession was led by none other than Calpurnia herself, proudly driving
a chariot pulled by two magnificent white steeds. Right behind her was
the black slave,who was on foot, leading a fiesty black stallion by the
reins. a still naked Cleopatra was unceremoniously tied, face up to the
underbelly of the snorting, fractious stallion. She was held in place by
ropes attached to her wrists and over the horse's withers and to her
ankles and over the horse's haunches. Another rope was placed beneath
her neck and over the horse's withers, forcing her face flush against
the great stallion's genitalia. Several rows of foot soldiers marched
directly behind Cleoatra. The crowd roared with laughter and screamed
obscenities right up until they entered the castle grounds. Calpurnia
barked orders to the several slaves and servants greeting the
procession. "Bathe and cleanse the whore and douche her well,
then bring her to my bed chamber."
Marc Antony, dressed in full leather armor, entered Calpurnia's
bed-chamber. A surprised Cleoptra blushed, her dusky colored face
turning a deep scarlett. She was tied spreadeagled to Calpurnia's large
canopy bed, her legs splayed wide, vulgarly displaying the heavy thatch
of dark foilage at the apexof her thighs.
