Author's Note: This story is a work of fiction depicting graphic lesbian sex, female masturbation, mind control and vampirism. If these topics do not interest you or are prohibited in your area please back out now.
This is a story that I first started back in 2006 or so. It has been languishing on a hard drive for years as I occasionally picked away at it when the mood struck me. Eventually the mood struck hard and I finally got the motivation to finish the whole work. It's almost novel length so it will be released in multiple chapters.
This story crosses several different genres: lesbian sex, mind control and non-human (vampirism), although this last one is very mild. In the end I decided mind control was probably the best fit as it's the dominant theme throughout all the chapters. Others readers may have a different opinion but I had to pick one.
Those that have read my other works will know that I tend to have some story behind the sex so if you're looking for a quickie this may not be the place for you.
As a final note, some liberties have been taken with historical events. This is a story, not a text book.
If everything I've said up to now hasn't scared you off then I hope you'll enjoy my words.
~CD
Prologue - The Last Pharaoh
Alexandria, Egypt 30 BC
She stood by the window and looked out over the sprawling city stretching out below her. It was an oddly magnificent yet distressingly disorderly place of towering temples intermingled with shabby mud huts, finely dressed nobles stepping over filthy beggars in the streets, the delightful scents of food and exotic spices in the market intermingled with stench of sweat and garbage everywhere. She both loved and detested it.
Her eyes once again turned to the brilliant sun far overhead and she silently cursed the searing pain she now felt in her skin at its merest touch. The pain had been minimal at first, barely more than that of a mild sunburn. It had grown slowly at first, almost imperceptibly or several weeks... maybe even months but it was now growing noticeably worse with every passing day. Within a few more days, maybe a week at most, she wouldn't be able to bear it anymore at all.
Backing away from the window and pulling the curtains closed she smiled to herself knowing what that meant. Her transformation was almost complete. She could feel the immense increase of the power in her movements and the expanding of her senses more every day. Walking over to the far wall she pulled back a large tapestry that hung along the wall. Behind it was a magnificent mirror with an ornate golden frame. She studied her image in the reflection and noted how much it had faded since just yesterday. She could now clearly see the far side of the room through her reflection. It was as if a spirit stood in her place. She smirked as she realized that in truth she actually was now closer to the spirit world that to the world or mortals. Looking closer she noted that even the color of her eyes, once light brown, was now fading to a colorless grey. Yes, she thought, the transformation was almost complete.
It had now been almost a year since that fateful day, almost a year since her bargain was struck. The cost had been high, almost unbearably high, but it was simply a cost that had to be borne.
Pulling the tapestry back down over the mirror she turned to the image of the Goddess Isis on the far wall. Taking two steps forward she spoke to the image, "You price was indeed high my Mistress. I now fear that even though I paid your price I still may not be able to escape this place. It would seem that time has indeed caught up with me, even though I sought to defeat it."
She turned and walked to the window again and pulled the curtain back just enough to peek out. In the distance she could see the docks and the sea beyond. The pall of smoke was long gone but she could still see the blackened stains of the dockyard where Consular Octavian's Legions had burned her ships after the Roman navy had cornered her here following her retreat from the Battle of Actium. She sighed heavily knowing already that the generals were saying it had been her 'womanly frailties' that had cost her navy so dearly. That a woman simply couldn't handle the stresses of battle and that had been why she had retreated so early in the battle.
The truth, a truth only she, her two handmaiden's and one other knew, was that she could no longer bear the pain of the brilliant sun on her flesh.
It was about the time of the battle that her powers had begun to become fully manifest and when she had set out for battle that day she hadn't considered the limitations of her new condition. The brilliant reflection of the sun off the water had been more excruciating than anything she had ever imagined. She had remained with the battle as long as she could stand the pain but eventually it overwhelmed her sense of reason. Thinking back she obviously should have sought refuge below decks but at the time she believed that being seen standing tall and confident on deck, controlling the battle was more important than her own comfort. It had been a poor decision of course, she could see clearly in hindsight. The sun had seared her skin till the pain finally broke through her reason and, she now suspected, had driven her temporarily mad. Out of desperation she had ordered her ships to retreat, leaving Marcus Antonius to fight the battle on his own.
Without her ships the battle had quickly become a rout and Marcus was defeated. He retreated to regroup but was again defeated a few weeks later when his Legions deserted him for Octavian.
She smirked to herself as she thought of Marcus. He had been a fool, but a useful fool.
But now Marcus was dead by his own hand and she was a prisoner of Octavian. A prisoner in her own Palace, but a prisoner all the same. Roman legions patrolled her city and Roman soldiers stood outside her door. The city of Alexandria had become a city of the Roman Empire and she, Cleopatra, last of the Queens of Egypt, the Last Pharaoh, was its captive.
Octavian had sent another message that she had received this morning. He spoke of great honor, the glories or Rome, her dedication to her people and also of her unending beauty, but she had no trouble seeing through it all. Octavian had only one concern and that was Octavian. He was of course after her wealth to pay his armies, but in reality he already had that. Her armies were gone and Roman soldiers occupied her city. What he now wanted was her personally. A trophy to parade down the streets of Rome in a Triumph. A very visible example of his 'Glorious Victory' over her and the traitor Marcus. So far he was being civil, wanting her to submit to Roman rule, his rule, willingly but she knew that would change soon enough. Octavian was notable for many things but patience was not one of them. If she did not acquiesce soon he would force his will upon her.
There was certainly no love lost between Octavian and herself despite her relationship with Octavian's uncle, Caesar. That bridge had been crossed and burned when she had put her own son, Caesarion, forward to be Caesar's true heir over Octavian.
In his letter Octavian also promised that her son, the only true heir of Julius Cesar, would be allowed to remain in Egypt and to rule as Pharaoh.
With trepidation and with a great internal struggle, she had finally resigned herself to the fact that Caerarian's fate, indeed the fate of all her children, was no longer within her control. Caesarian would be allowed to rule for a time she thought in order to ease the transition to Roman rule. After that, his fate would be in his own hands. His success or failure would be up to him. That was of course assuming that he would submit to Roman rule at all. Caesarian was a proud, strong and haughty young man as was befitting his station. Now however, that might all work against him if he chose to resist the might of Rome. In her heart she feared what he might do but again told herself it was out of her hands. He would have to create his own destiny now.
She could not, would not, allow herself to be used by Octavian or anyone else.
She sat for a long time in the gloom and considered her plan. It would work she knew, or at least hoped, but at what price? She would have to give up everything, her station, her empire, even her name. But what other choice was left to her? To live as a prisoner of Rome? Even that was no longer really an option. Her transformation was now nearly complete and there was no way she would be able to keep her secret as a prisoner, paraded through the streets of Rome in broad daylight for the mob to jeer at as a display of Octavian's prowess. The sun would surely kill her.
