Cleopatra
Part 4
Cleopatra tried desperately to regain her composure, at least the best
she could under these circumstances. "Thank god your here Marc Antony,
please help me, Calpurnia has gone mad." He said nothing but regarded
the once haughty queen, now naked and helpless. His silence was
unerving, why wasn't he outraged at her treatment?" "Why wasn't he
releasing her from her bondage?" Cleopatra was deperate now. "By
combining our forces, we can conquer the world, think of it Marc Antony,
the world can be ours." He smiled. "My army can already conquer the
world, it can also conquer Egypt, why do I need you?" Proudly, despite
her predicament she respnded. "Because with Egypt, you also get me."
"Look at me Marc Antony, I'm the most beautiful women in all the world,
men fall at my feet to worship me." "Did that big black slave fall at
your feet, Cleopatra?" His words cut like a knife. "Please Marc Antony,
I can fulfill all your fantasies, just lay your hand on my stomach, feel
my skin, it's as smooth as silk." Instead, he not so gently touched the
open wound on her left breast. Cleopatra winced in pain. "AAHHH." "Tell
me about the cuts on your titties." "Please Marc Antony, don't
make."........"AAAAHHHEEE." He poked the wound on her right breast, even
less gently,then repeated the question."Now tell me about the
lacerations on your tits." Fighting back sobs, Cleopatra attempted to
speak. "Calpurnia has lost her min.".... Just then she saw Calpunia
standing in the doorway holding the very same instrument that had
inflicted the damage to her breasts. "Mistress Calpurnia whipped my
breasts with a rod." Marc Antony looked at Calpurnia and grinned. "How
can she whip the Queen of Egypt?" Cleopatra's eyes flashed of fear as
she looked at the menacing looking woman standing in the doorway and
then the fear turned to resignation. "Calpurnia can whip my breasts for
she is my mistress." A grinning Marc Antony looked at Calpurnia and then
bent down and kissed Cleopatra on the lips and then he left. Cleopatra
yelled to him until her voice became hoarse. "Please Marc Antony, I love
you....please come back to me...I am Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt...I am
Cleopatra." Calpurnia stood over the crest-fallen beauty. "Calm yourself
Cleopatra, you have a visitor." Brutus, who led the revolt and the
ultimate murder of Julius Caesar entered the chamber. He was grotesque
and squat, his thickness somewhat hidden by his loose fitting tunic. His
mouth supported a sardonic smile. "Nice to see you Cleo, I must say that
you are looking mighty good today, great complexion, must be the Rome
weather. Cleopatra turned her face away from the repulsive looking man.
"That's no way to act, Cleo, if you don't want to talk, then we'll get
right down to the business." Brutus clapped his hands twice and
immediately two scantily clad slavegirls entered, each carrying a
bucket. The first girl dipped a piece of felt into a white sticky
substance, holding it there until it was thoroughly saturated. Next, she
carefully wrapped it in a two-ply piece of white cloth. She held the
packing in her hand and whispered in Cleopatra's ear. "I am going to
place this in your mouth, the felt is soaked in fresh stallion semen, if
you don't close your mouth or squeeze on it, very little of the semen
will escape." "No, you can't do that to me, I won't allow it." But they
could do it to her, they had done it several times before, but of course
not to someone as regal and beautiful as Cleopatra. The second girl
squeezed Cleopatra's nose between her thumb and index finger and pulled
upwards, while at the same time using the other hand to pull her chin
downwards. Cleopatra was helpless to resist. The first girl gently
lowered the packing into the humid cave of her mouth. She then placed a
wide red scarf across Cleopatra's gaping mouth and secured it at the
nape of her neck. The red scarf did not touch or press against the
wadding,but ensured that it could not be dislodged.
