The rays of the sun god Ra shine over the Kingdom of Egypt. A covered litter descends a ramp from the Palace at Thebes. The lavish palanquin is carried towards the Nile. As the litter passes through the city streets, Egyptian peasants drop down and bow.
The white linen curtains of the litter protect the passenger from the rays of the sun. Men armed with spears and zebra-skinned shields surround the palanquin to guard it from potential assassins.
The palanquin passes the groveling peasants towards its destination. The carriers of the litter are careful not to rock the litter. The consequences of disturbing their esteemed passenger could mean death or worse.
At last, the litter reaches its destination the marketplace on the river. The market bustles with commerce. The smells of bread, beer, spices and perfume fill the air. The crowds make way as the litter passes through. The linen curtains part revealing the passenger of the palanquin to the humble marketgoers.
It is her holy majesty, Pharoah Amunet.
The Queen is a goddess among mortals. Her complexion is warm olive. Jet black hair perfectly groomed hangs down to her shoulders perfectly balanced and symmetrical. Her lips are dyed red with red ochre clay. Amunet's eyes are brown and surrounded with black kohl eyeliner. She is wearing a white kalasiris dress made from soft and light linen. A feathery thin white dress rests upon the queen's curvy figure.
Atop her head she wears a beaded golden crown with a serpent projecting from the front. Around her chest she wears the royal pectoral pendant made of gold and shiny blue stones. On her feet are a pair of fine leather and gold decorated sandals.
"Hail Pharoah Amunet!" The crowd chants loudly in unison. Amunet waves at the crowds with a slightly twist of her wrist. The palanquin parts the crowd as Queen Amunet looks over the market. She points to the wine merchant's stall.
Without saying a word, a guard races towards the stall and takes some wine imported from faraway Greece. She points towards the baker and another guard races towards the stand to grab some bread. Queen Amunet points towards the perfume stand and another guard grabs her some cosmetics and perfumes.
They pass other stalls until they reach the last of the sellers. It is a slave merchant. The merchant has his stock lined up in chains as customers inspect them. As soon as they see the queen the other customers scurry like rats, bowing to their Queen.
The litter is positioned to give Amunet a good view of the stock of slaves. She looks over them. Her face is fierce and stoic. The slaves shiver from her gaze.
The Pharaoh looks over her options. There is a short brawny and tan man covered in greasy dark hair. The sign around his neck says he is a warrior from Mycenae. The Queen winces at the sight of the short dirty man.
Next is a red-haired man with braided hair. His skin is ghostly pale and tall. His sign says he is from the icy lands on the northern edge of the world.
Amunet scoffs at the unusual looking barbarian. Next are two Nubians tall like the red haired one. They seemed alright.
However, it is the slave next to the Nubians that catches the queen's attention. This slave is a comely young man. He wears only a tattered loincloth and his hands are bound by ropes. Dark curly hair hangs down to his shoulders. His complexion is light yet tan. He was so shy and seemed really nervous. The youth didn't fit in with the rest of the ruffians being sold besides him. The Queen reads his sign. The boy is from the land of Canaan and just turned 18 on the journey over to Egypt.
"Slave merchant!" Queen Amunet calls out.
The merchant, a tall hooded man, walks over and bows to the Queen.
"Yes, your majesty. What is it that you desire?"
With her perfect goddess hands she points to the Canaanite youth.
"I would like the youth from Canaan."
"As you wish my Queen." The slave merchant gestures for the young man to come forwards.
"You are a lucky fellow to be purchased by the Pharaoh Amunet." He grins at the slave boy.
The boy nods his head and looks up at his mistress.
Amunet orders her litter to leave the market and return to the palace. The slave follows his queen, walking behind her palanquin.
When they arrive at the palace, Amunet orders him to be cleaned. Her servants take him to a secluded room.
Amunet sneaks a peek of her new slave as he is being cleaned. The tattered cloth is torn from his loin and she gets a brief look at his rear before he is lathered in water and cleaning oil. After being bathed he is given a new shendyt loincloth made of Egyptian linen.
Amunet's butler gives the boy a bucket and rag and puts him to work washing the floors. The slave boy obeys and begins to work cleaning the throne room floors.
The new slave boy cleans the shiny stone floors. Amunet spies on the youth as he works. Like a serpent she sneaks closer to the boy get a closer look. Hiding behind one of the pillars, Amunet gets a look at her slave's face. His face is sad, which makes him cute to his mistress. Amunet sneaks behind one of the massive columns close to her gold, ebony and ivory throne. Her slave brings the bucket closer to the throne and begins to work facing away from the throne.
Amunet creeps over to the throne and quietly takes her seat. She crosses her leg and sit up tall while gazing upon her slave.
Amunet sits there quietly watching while her slave works. The slave from Canaan keeps his eyes on the floor and doesn't notice his mistress. He turns around and cleans the floor close to Queen Amunet.
The slave boy is beneath her deep in his work and unaware of his surroundings.
Amunet smiles like a cat looking upon a mouse.
"Ahem." Amunet makes the slave boy nearly jump out of his clothes. His face goes as pale as a ghost and he kowtows before the Queen.
"Your majesty please forgive me."
There is a pause as Amunet looks upon him. The slave can feel the intensity of Amunet's stare despite not seeing it. Her eyes are bright and strong like the rays of the sun god Ra.
After six minutes of agonizing silence Amunet laughs.
"Hahaha!" Her laughs echoes in the throne room. "Silly boy." The slave boy remains faceplanted in the floor.
"Look up at your mistress boy!" The Queen commands. The boy bolts upright. He remains on his knees and meets his mistress eye to eye.
He is panting heavily. Amunet can hear his heart racing despite being around two arms lengths away from him.
"Tell me boy. Who are you?"
The boy takes a deep breath to steady himself.
"I am Jonas. Son of Judah from Hebron in Canaan."
Amunet laughs a muffled and posh laugh.
"Not anymore." Amunet puffs her chest out.
"You are now a slave. My property until the day that you die."
Jonas the slave hangs his head.
"Yes mistress."
"Come closer boy." Amunet gestures.
Her slave carefully approaches Amunet on her throne. The queen sits tall above her slave. Sitting cross-legged above him.
"What is it you need mistress?" Jonas asks.
Amunet sticks her foot into Jonas's face.
"Massage this foot slave."
Jonas takes off her sandal and begins to massage Amunet's foot.
The Egyptian Queen purrs.
She smiles at her slave and moves her leg over. She uncrosses her legs. Revealing her sex to him.
Jonas's cock unwillingly gets hard and sticks out from behind his loincloth. The frighten slave hides his erection.
However, Amunet is no fool and she can sense his arousal.
"You got hard, didn't you?"
Jonas shakes his head while his hands cover his groin. His face becomes visibly strained.
"No mistress. I would never do such a thing."
Amunet furrows her brow.
"I won't be angry just tell me the truth."
She continues to sit with her legs wide apart, revealing her rose to him.
His pelvis then spasms briefly. Jonas's face goes red and tears well up in his eyes.
Amunet grins and chuckles.
"Hahaha really slave? You came after just a short tease."
Jonas looks down at the floor and weeps softly.
"Oh, there there slave." Amunet pets Jonas on the shoulder.
"Why so sad? Most men would give their lives to be blessed by the sight of the royal sex."
Jonas shakes his head.
"Where I am from it is not okay to spill ones seed in vain."
Amunet laughs. "Your people's ways are strange. We have no such shame about such matters."
"Please excuse me mistress for I must change and clean myself."
Jonas gets up and leaves Amunet without her permission.
"Slave! Stop!" Jonas freezes halfway down the hall.
"Don't move!" Amunet commands and Jonas obeys.
Amunet gets up from her throne and walks towards her slave. She stands behind her slave.
"Remove your loincloth slave."
Jonas's hands shake as he tries to remove the cloth. It pains him to be naked in front of his mistress.
Amunet has no patience for her slave's prudishness. She grabs the loincloth and tears it off. Her slave is floored by his mistress's incredible strength and speed.
Jonas turns around and faces his mistress. His hands cover his groin.
"I'm not yet satisfied."
Amunet throws the torn loin cloth into a nearby brazier. The clothes go up in smoke.
The queen gazes at her embarrassed and naked slave standing in front of her.
"My butler made a mistake giving you clothes."
Amunet crosses her arms.
