Alexandria, 41BC.
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It was not easy growing up in the shadow of big sister Cleopatra VII Philopator, ruler of the Kingdom of Egypt. Having to be second best in everything gave younger sister, Arsinoe IV, a jealous streak a mile long. Just like her older sibling she had been blessed with astonishingly good looks. The younger woman was without doubt a voluptuous, strong willed sex kitten and was also terribly, terribly wicked.
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Both girls shared the same father, Ptolemy XII, who had ruled previously and who had died in 51BC. He had been succeeded by Cleopatra and brother Ptolemy XIII who ruled together in an incestuous marriage and who had been responsible for extending the Roman Empire into Northern Africa.
+ Blessed, or was that cursed, the wanton temptress Arsinoe had a ravenous sexual appetite, an appetite that the more she fed, the more her hunger grew. Arsinoe spent all of her time indulging in her fetishes and pandering to her immoral desires. Her scorn and envy of Cleopatra had transmuted into hatred for all mankind. Now, at the age of twenty, she had been given a modest dwelling at the back of the main palace in Alexandria where she spent most of her time. In a specially built basement she had constructed a soundproof chamber at some personal expense. It was here that the debauched woman kept her male lovers, some drugged, and in readiness for her needs and pleasures. And numerous slaves of both sexes could be found in all manner of restraints and bondage. Women feared her, men worshipped her.
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Arsinoe awoke from a dreamless sleep and sat up in her circular bed, smoothing out the silken sheets under her. The previous day had been tedious and wasteful as she had spent the entire time in the court of Cleopatra. The exercise had been one of her older sister wallowing in her powerful position and lording it over all others. Forced to sit at the feet of her sister Arsinoe was mightily peeved at the humiliation of having to wait on Cleopatra and pander to her every need. The only good news was the fact that Cleopatra now gave her the honour of being addressed as Queen. And not before time thought Arsinoe. She had finally returned to her bed in the small hours and she promised to indulge herself in all of her wanton pleasures the next day. At the hour of noon she awoke and greeted the day with a mix of frustration and carnal lust.
+ She saw the group of servant girls who waited patiently for their instructions. Arsinoe stood up, her stance a domineering one with shoulders back and large breasts thrust out. At five feet nine the tall and slender female cut an alluring picture as she rose to her full height.. Her complexion was of a light olive which complemented her lustrous black mane of hair. Her mound of Venus was lush and had a similar jet black triangle of tight curls. Blessed with mesmeric feline type eyes she looked at each young servant in turn and pouted with her fulsome lips. She lingered on one girl in particular, Josephine. The new one from Gaul with the pert breasts. Arsinoe tossed her hair over her left shoulder and revealed her high cheekbones and clapped her hands sharply.
"Prepare my bath."
When she spoke it was in a surprisingly honey soft voice.
"Yes, exalted one."
She approached the round sunken tub with the lion sculpted taps and saw it had already been partially prepared with a mix of warm water and fresh ass milk. One of the girls chanted under her breath as she blessed the perfume of rose oil and violets in the name of Isis and added it to the mix. Arsinoe dipped her left foot into the tub, smiled, and then eased her naked body into the exotic white liquid. The scent pleased her as she let two of the young girls join her in the tub and let them bathe her arms and body. She sighed and leaned back as her big tits floated above the water line and purred as the special oils and milk were rubbed into her soft skin.
"I am satisfied."
The willowy brunette arose from the bath and sat on the edge of the tub. The sweet water ran down her body and dappled her form with tiny droplets. Her nipples were erect and stood out on her heavy breasts as one of the maidens proceeded to dry her with a cotton towel. One by one her feet were anointed with oil made from honey, cinnamon, iris and orange blossoms. Her long hair was raised up high on top of her head in a stylish bun, secured in place with a golden headband and a gold armband was wrapped around her upper right arm. In the form of a snake it wound around her arm until it had the tiny head of the fake hissing viper facing outwards. Finally she stood up and without a word padded off with her entourage in tow.
"I have waited long enough."
Now prepared the majestic female strode off bare foot to visit her special chamber. Incense burners were in evidence along the way and lamps of fire illuminated the way. Light flickered and danced as Arsinoe strode proudly down the corridor, her hips and firmly rounded buttocks rolling seductively from side to side Josephine held a basket of hyacinth petals and threw them to the floor for Arsinoe to tread upon as they walked. Arsinoe looked into her bright eyes and noted the timid look on the young girl's face. Ahead in the shadows the walls on each side of the chamber showed crude illustrations of humans in the act of sexual congress. All manner of sexually explicit positions were depicted as well as scenes of various animals copulating. One improper drawing clearly showed Cleopatra having penetrative sex with her brother Ptolemy.
"My favourite."
Two columns of marble stood on each side of the entrance as they finally entered the huge chamber and Arsinoe turned her head at the strangled cry of Josephine as she gazed the lewd and depraved scene that met her innocent regard.
"Are you shocked?" Said Arsinoe with a malicious grin.
Josephine did not answer as she contemplated three tall men in all their naked glory. All three had huge bare chests, chiseled torsos and shaven heads. But despite outward appearances they were shackled to the spot by chains that secured their hands behind their tight backsides. Their legs were chained together at the knees and ankles and Josephine's eyes lingered on their exposed groins. Formed in single file they each had flaccid members that hung down over big ball sacks. She guessed them to be from Germania judging from their blue eyes and fair curls of pubic hair.
"Ah yes, my beautiful boys. What fun we have shared."
Arsinoe lifted the chin of the manacled first man and looked up into his eyes. His return gaze was of a pathetic male who had been rendered powerless. Initially by the Roman centurions and now a Queen of Egypt. He was not the only slave who had been purchased by Arsinoe. Joining her already large number of personal slaves were Britons, Germans and Africans. She only chose those who were strong and tall, most of them captured soldiers, beaten by the Romans and transported. Likewise she only chose those females who were blessed with curvaceous bottoms. ripe and juicy for flogging.
"Later, boys. Later."
Josephine scanned the crowded chamber and saw that there were five beds spaced out down the middle. On the first was a young naked female flat on her belly. An iron collar was around her neck which was attached to chain links that went from her wrists down to her ankles. Such was she secured that her legs were splayed out in a Y shape. Her raw buttocks bore evidence of having been flogged, her once white rump now a crimson mass.
"Livia was a huge disappointment. I had no alternative but to punish her. Just like Barbara and Julia here. More clumsy girls who need correction."
Josephine was pointed to two nude women, side by side with their hands held fast by chains behind their backs. They had been positioned in such a manner that the women were hung almost horizontally with their bottoms thrust out and back. The young Egyptian referred to as Barbara was about five feet five with medium sized tits, rounded belly and a bubble butt. Her skin was a beautiful dusky colour with no visible blemishes. Barbara shivered as she saw Arsinoe approach.
"So Barbara, you know why I must do this."
"Yes, my Queen," came the nervous reply.
"I demand obedience and respect at all times."
Arsinoe put her right hand out as one of her hand maidens gave her an oiled thong. She ran her hands along the whip and nodded, then looked up with a determined expression. The brutal Queen began a series of strikes on the exposed backside of Barbara who squirmed and writhed from the fiery pain of the lashes. The whip danced and coiled as it was rolled out across Barbara. Arsinoe made three quick backhand lashes across both cheeks and was pleased to note three thin red stripes that bisected the woman's half moons. She picked up the pace and Barbara screamed as the whip cut into the plump flesh of her backside. The big tits of Arsinoe jiggled wildly as she spun her upper body and arms to and fro. Her cunt bubbled over to the amoral thrill of her inflicting pain on the poor woman. The ear splitting noise made Josephine put her hands to her ears in a futile attempt to shut out the awful sound. The dark snake of a torture weapon slashed again and again and searing pain contorted the face of the slave girl.
"Good."
Red blood covered Barbara's once dusky flesh and nasty looking ridges of torn flesh had risen up. Now Arsinoe took up a flat paddle made of whale bone and turned it over in her hand. It had been polished smooth and tapered to a thickness of a half inch. She swished it through the air and smiled at the way it sounded.
"Oh, I love this one."
She flexed her arm at the elbow several times and Josephine saw her eyes consumed by a rakish fire as she brought the hard rod down on Julia's left ass cheek. The whale bone made a loud crack on the sweet swell of the woman's buttocks which became muted by the shrill scream from the fettered slave. In quick succession Arsinoe spanked Julia on the meat of her nates with a sadistic sneer on her lips. Each smack brought forth strangled pleadings from the slave girl which only fed the brutal attack even more. Arsinoe continued with a depraved fervour and attacked the backs of Julia's thighs until the flesh became purple and swollen.
"Please, no more." Sobbed Julia as she began to wilt, her buns quivering as she twisted her broken lower body.
Arsinoe looked at the red wheals which were beginning to form and ceased the beating with satisfaction. Between her legs the Egyptian Queen felt her cunt start to moisten nicely as her lubricious excitement grew. Her armpits were sweaty and Josephine hurriedly dried them with a cotton cloth. Arsinoe stroked the French girl on the cheek and then pinched it between thumb and fingers.
"How thoughtful. You are doing well. Come."
As she left she turned back to the beaten slave girls.
"I hope this will teach you both some lessons. As slaves you must be totally subservient and obedient at all times. Have I made myself clear?"
The whimpering slaves croaked an affirmative as they slumped on their chains, beaten and bloody. Pleased and sexually aroused Arsinoe led Josephine by the elbow and steered her past a scene of gross depravity. It was something the young wide eyed girl from Gaul would not forget. A slave girl had been hung up in the air by ropes with her head down and ass up. Her legs were tightly pulled open at right angles to her body and then bent up at the knees. A large naked man was fucking her with exaggerated lunges so that every thrust up shifted the poor female by inches. Arsinoe stopped and watched with a keen interest as the mans thick cock ground up the woman deeper and deeper. Then he cried out and his lower body bucked as he sprayed his cum into the screaming female. Her cunt streamed semen as he withdrew and Arsinoe applauded enthusiastically.
"By Isis, That puts me in a rather inflamed mood."
