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How long had David been in the dungeon? He had lost count of the exact days, but it had to have been at least several weeks. Weeks since Queen Cleopatra devoted any personal attention to him…and weeks since the mistresses had.
The cycle had gone on again and again. He was awoken, bound, showered, then brought to the dungeon for his milking. A hand maiden would squeeze his load out, then he would be punished. There was slow but agonizing improvement, however. He had since passed the second marking in the saucer, and was nearing the third. He could also come more frequently, though this was working against him, as it meant that he was only lashed more often.
Every few days, he was given a reprieve, though it was hardly a break. He was usually sent to the Queen’s gardens for manual labor, hauling crops and digging through soil. The next morning, his exhausted body was once again bound in the rope mistress’s inescapable webbings and pleasured, then whipped.
The current maiden stroking his long glossy shaft was a dark skinned Ethiopian with large nipples. Despite her powerful hands, David maintained himself. He had also improved in endurance, no longer ejaculating as quickly. Instead, it now required a considerable amount of effort to force his semen from his balls.
Cleopatra graced the dimly lit dungeon with her glorious presence only once in a great while. Every time David saw her magnificent body, seductive clothing, and divine bosom, he ached to prove himself in any way he could. Anything to break the cycle of torment he was trapped in. But long as he might, he knew it was for his best, that until his seed was bountiful enough, he would be of no use to her.
When she came to inspect David’s training, her visits her painfully short, only stopping to inspect the saucer full of semen and perhaps dipping her finger in to feel its texture. After that, it was merely a sweet word of decadence and a sniff of her perfume as she drew close, then her form vanished for what seemed like forever.
Today was one of those visits. Queen Cleopatra waited expectantly beside the kneeling woman, gently playing with her hair as she obediently pumped with both hands. Her outfit was once again, as it usually was, merely strips of clothing. A tiny thong of deep blue silk sat with high straps on her hips, tight, yet soft wires of the fabric crossing once over her belly, then looping under her breasts, supporting and presenting them elegantly, before meeting to form a skeleton of a halter top. A crown of golden jewelry studded with precious stones sat above the crevice of her cleavage once again.
The Ethiopian’s hands began to win the battle, and David began to rock in his binds, aiding her strokes with his own hip thrusts. The head of his cock bulged then quivered.
“Mn ‘mming! Mn ‘mming!” he grunted into his ball gag.
His head exploded forth a torrent of come, splashing into the curve of the saucer in a hot, powerful jet. David grunted and jerked, bucking every last stream out until he dripped, leaving the hand maiden to squeeze out the last drops like always.
“Three marks, My Queen,” said the hand maiden, presenting the saucer to Cleopatra. “Shall I call the mistress?”
Thoughtfully, the Queen looked at him. David quickly averted his eyes to her breasts. Looking at the Queen without her direct will was grounds for punishment. “What do you think, slave?” she asked him. “Shall I have you lashed again?”
David let out a pitiful groan that wasn’t supposed to mean much. What the Queen desired was immediately made to happen. Nothing he said could change that. Almost every day, his mistress had been the Egyptian woman. Sometimes it was the whip, sometimes the cane. Once she had entered donning a large strap on dildo. David had never been fucked in his own ass, and the painful experience was still fresh in his mind.
“Hmm…I think not. All these days trapped here do nothing to fulfill my wishes. Release him from the post.”
David could scarcely believe his ears. Had Cleopatra actually said that? Sure enough, the dark skinned hand maiden began to work at his bonds until they fell away, leaving only his gag and wrists tied.
“Do not make me regret my decision slave,” she said, her voice full of sexy venom. “You are acting as my personal slave from this second on, and I expect nothing less than perfection. Else, you shall be lashed for your incompetence, then resume you’re milking until you are worthy.”
She turned with a flourish and uttered “follow”, exiting the cell. David was quick to fall in line behind her, making extra sure to stay close, but to keep enough distance so if she stopped suddenly, he would not jostle her. Soon, he was out of the cool dungeon air, and into the warm, brightly lit extravagance of the halls.
A winding, uneventful passage through her palace brought them to a wide balcony overlooking the Nile. Underneath a canopy, surrounded by lush foliage to aid in blocking out the intense afternoon sun, was a plush couch of silk. Set next to it was a small table with a large plate of fruit with some glasses and a pitcher, all made of gold. Behind the couch stood two nude female slaves, each with a long fan tipped with exotic feathers.
The Queen reclined on the couch, the slave girls beginning to fan the second her silken body touching the shimmering cloth. She pointed to David, then downward with one finger. It took him only a second to realize that he should kneel before her presence.
“Slave girl, remove his gag and unbind his arms,” she ordered with a snap of her fingers, then helped herself to a wedge of peeled orange. The fat juicy fruit disappeared behind her plush lips as she devoured it.
The slave halted her fanning and went to David’s side, stooping over to undo the harness. She pulled the ball free, then unbound the cord at his wrists and quickly resumed her task of keeping the Queen cool. David coughed once and swallowed, wetting his mouth once free of the intrusion.
“Thank you for your mercy, My Queen,” he said as soon as he was able.
She smiled sweetly, curling her body luxuriously on the couch. “I am merciful, aren’t I? You’d do well to remember it slave. Now…” She extended her leg towards him. “Take off my sandal.”
David complied, gently taking hold of her ankle. The Queen’s body was divine; bruising it in the slightest would be blasphemy. Her sandals were made of the same material of her clothes, a type of cloth glazed in gold. He undid the clasps, until it was loose enough to remove, which he then did, gently setting it on the stone. The Queen’s foot was just as gorgeous as any other inch of her body; perfect toes, groomed nails, and not so much as even a callous from walking.
“Kiss it slave. Gently” she ordered lazily.
Without hesitation, David bowed his head and pressed his lips to the top of her foot. Her skin tasted sweet, but not nearly as delicious as the flesh of her breasts that he hoped to taste again. All over her foot he planted soft kisses; over the instep, and across her toes.
“Now suck my toes.”
David did as he was told, delicately placing her big toe in his mouth before wrapping his lips around it, being careful to keep his teeth from grazing her skin. He lathered it with powerful sucks before moving to her next one.
“Mmm…yes, that feels lovely slave. Lather your tongue between them…that’s right…good boy.”
He felt a burn of satisfaction and pleasure at the praise from his Queen. Small flecks of substance of what could have been dirt moved to his tongue, but David didn’t care. Anything that fell off of Cleopatra tasted just as sweet as the rest of her.
As he worshipped her foot, Cleopatra reached to her right breast and took hold of a large nipple, gently rolling it between her thumb and forefinger. Both of her nipples always stood erect, sometimes poking through her more covering outfits with ease. Whether it was her very body, or a constant, insatiable state of arousal, David never knew. What he did know was that he could not look away from her teasing with her toes in her mouth.
“Long licks, slave. Up and down the ball,” she said, slowly tracing a fingernail around her nipple. David shifted her foot, so that he could better move his head up and down, and his tongue could freely wash the underside of her foot.
Before long, he had cleansed her entire foot with his mouth, from the toes to her heel. When the Queen gave the order to cease, he did so immediately. She snapped her fingers, and one of the fan slaves presented her with a small cloth, which she tossed with a flick of her wrist to his hands.
“Now dry my foot of your saliva,” she ordered as she bit into a fat black grape. “Once you are finished, replace my sandal, and do it quickly.”
Moving as fast as he dared, David dabbed the Queen’s foot dry, then slipped her shoe back on, gently fastening it snuggly against her skin.
“Very impressive, slave. Is this not the first time you have licked a woman’s foot?”
David cast his eyes down. “No, My Queen. I have never had such a pleasure. Thank you.”
She smiled that same omnipotent smile that devoured his attention. The Queen beckoned with a finger. “Closer.” She shifted on the couch, raising from her reclined position until she sat on the edge, knees spread wide as she motioned to him.
It was a little awkward and humbling to move on his knees, but David did as he was asked, drawing himself closer until she commanded him to stop. He was close enough to feel the breeze from the fan slaves, and the warmth from her legs. Though he kept his eyes cast down at her midsection, she placed her hands on his face and raised it until he stared at both her eyes and her enormous breasts.
“Perhaps you deserve a little reward for being so competent.” The Queen softly flitted the back of her hand across the side of her right breast, the one whose nipple she had been toying with the whole time. “My right breast is yours for a short time. I can see in your eyes how you hunger for the taste of it again. I am merciful, and I shall not deny you such a pleasure and privilege.”
Before David could reply, her hands gently guided his face to the enormous pillow of skin. Automatically, he opened his mouth, and the fat nipple slid into his mouth. That wondrous taste spread throughout his taste buds as he suckled gently, kissing and swirling his tongue around the nipple and areola.
Her fingertips lightly played with the side of his head, winding lightly into his hair and massaging the scalp. The soft breath that escaped her lips was one of pleasure. He moved his mouth around, planting kisses along the silken flesh around the nipple, only to return to the sweet bud of flesh.
It felt like it would last an eternity, but Cleopatra’s hands soon guided his face away, his lips popping from around her nipple, causing it to quiver the tiniest bit, glazed from his saliva.
“You wish to serve me, don’t you slave?” she whispered, hands still on his face.
“Yes, My Queen, I do!” David said anxiously. “I want to serve your every wish, your every desire!”
“Then get up and bathe your Queen’s breasts,” she said, her hands leaving his face as she leaned back slightly, tossing her long black hair back with a flick of her head. David quickly rose. His cock was rock hard, even after his prior milking. He took hold of it and began to stroke it, pointing the head over his bust.
“Where shall I come, My Queen?” he asked, a pant in his voice. His balls already felt ready to explode.
“The right one, slave. And it would do you well to offer your best. Otherwise, I will have no choice but to have you resume your daily milkings.”
David closed his eyes, letting the presence of her beauty overtake him. She sat, poised expectantly for the bath of seed over her breast. He pointed his cock towards her right breast, the head bobbing inches from the top of it. Soon, he was ready, but he wasn’t going to make the mistake he made in her chambers.
“My Queen, may I come for you?”
She paused, grinning teasingly as he worked his cock. If she halted any longer, he would explode. If he stopped masturbating, he would invoke her wrath.
“Come slave.”
David grunted, then thrust his hips forward. A jet of white come shot from his cock, splashing onto Cleopatra’s breast. The weeks of painfully, repetitive handjobs followed by even more painful punishment reminded his body to keep producing, and the hot jets continued, squirting again and again with tight flexes of his head. The white seed flowed down her breast, into the crevice, around the outside, trailing until it clung against gravity, and down the front, bathing the nipple still slick with his own saliva.
His intense orgasm finally ended, leaving him almost to the point of exhaustion. Cleopatra rose from her couch, one breast covered in warm white semen. Delicately, she reached down and took hold of the head of his cock, still tender from its. Her touch was almost electric, making David quiver. She squeezed, one last dollop squirting out, which she collected with her finger, then brought to her lips and licked clean.
“Now, you can truly begin your service to your Queen,” she whispered.
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