Cleopatra
Part 6
Calpurnia could hear child-like giggling all the way down the hall.
Shortly thereafter, a cute little slavegirl, about sixteen years old and
wearing a short, white toga, trimmed with gold entered Calpurnia's
chamber, a broad smile still adorned her pixie face. The little cherub
had Cleopatra tied, collared, leashed and naked, save for the sandals
she wore. It was a fuming and reluctant Cleopatra that she tugged into
the room, but with her arms bound behind her at the wrists and elbows
she could offer little resistance. Calpurnia was amused with this
unusual situation, a teenage nymph towing a naked Queen of Egypt on the
end of a leash. "I heard the laughter, child, what was so whimsical?"
The young girl blushed and lowered her head. "Come child,share your
story." Well, mistress, it was really nothing. we were just kind of
playing around." "My little brother, he's just thirteen and well, he
thinks Cleopatra is really pretty, so I squeezed her nipple really hard,
until she got down on her knees and kissed his, you know...his
cock...and when she did, he pushed it all the way in her mouth." "You
should have seen the look on her face." Calpurnia chuckled. "I know the
look very well, child, now return to your quarters."
Calpurnia, dressed in a fine silk gown was seated in her favorite chair.
A bound Cleopatra knelt before her, head bowed in submission, her
labouring bosom thrust into prominence by the strain on her arms. The
raven haired beauty remained motionless while Calpurnia nonchalantly
examined her exquisitely shaped breasts. Only when she gouged the open
wound on her right tittie, did she respond. "Please mistress...don't
hurt me." Calpurnia stood up and walked behind the still kneeling
captive. "Those are my marks on your titties, Cleopatra, are you proud
of them." "Yes mistress, very proud of them." "Not your tits you fucking
whore, the marks, are you proud of the marks?" "yes mistress, thats what
I meant, I'm proud of the marks because they prove that I belong to
you." "Very well, turn around and face your mistress." Like an obedient
slave, Cleopatra turned, remaining on her knees. She was surprised to
find a naked Calpurnia laying on the bed, her back resting against
several large, luxurious pillows, one leg bent at the knee and the other
fully extended. She held the same destructive rod that had been used to
tear and mutilate Cleopatra's tender flesh. "Come slave, come to the
foot of my bed,but remain on your knees." Cleopatra struggled, walking
on her knees, her free hanging twin orbs oscillating out of control with
each awkward step. Panting from exertion, the young girl knelt on the
floor at the foot of the giant bed, facing her mistress. Calpurnia
spread her own legs in a wide vee, revealing the bulging mound of her
love nook, the long slit covered with wisps of light brown hair. "Now,
come to me, slave, slither on your stomach like a serpent." Cleopatra
hesitated momentarily, fighting the repulsion, then accepting the
inevitable. She raised up only enough to slid belly down onto the bed
and than began her snake-like twisting and turning movements until her
face was a few scant inches from Calpurnia's wonting pussy. Calpurnia
could see that Cleopatra's duties could not be properly performed
tethered as she was. She released the leather straps from her elbows.
Cleopatra sighed with releif. "Thank you mistress." Calpurnia played
with her new toy. "The great Cleopatra makes a better slave than she did
a queen." "Put your nose in." "What." WHIKK...The rod seared
Cleopatra's left rump like a hot branding iron. "AAAAAAEEEEE." "Don't
ever question me again and I didn't hear mistress." Cleopatra was shaken
and in great pain. "No mistress...I mean yes mistress." Calpurnia
delighted in the young girls plight. "Now, for the last time, stick your
nose in my honey pot." "Yes mistress." Cleopatra wriggled up closer
until tufts of feathery pubic hair tickled her nose.
