She was tied between the pillars of Anubis, arms high over her head, legs spread. She had been stripped naked and blindfolded. She trembled slightly in the chill, evening air. She had been asleep when they came for her. They had taken her from the tour group and into the desert. Her struggles had been easily contained and a gag had prevented her from making enough noise to be heard by the others. At first, she thought they meant to rape her or sell her to slavers. She had been told that this sometimes happened to women alone. But they had simply dragged her here, tied her, and left her.
Suddenly, the night sounds around her stopped completely. She heard nothing, felt nothing until something passed softly over her breasts, making her nipples harden. She twitched, startled. Again, the soft touch.
"Who's there?" she whispered. Warm breath against her neck, then the soft touch of lips on her throat.
"I am called Anubis," said a deep, soft voice. "You have been placed here as...an offering." He seemed to be waiting for something, some response from her.
"Anubis, god of the underworld," she said softly, her breath catching as he kissed her breasts.
"You do not scream and struggle," he said softly, "you do not beg for freedom." She did not reply. "Shall I make you scream and beg?"
"Why?" she replied, her voice cold, "would it save me? Would anyone hear?"
A soft gust of warm breath on her skin. "All of my offerings scream and beg," he said softly.
"Sorry," she said, not sounding particularly sorry, only very angry.
Again, the soft gust of warm breath, a touch on her breasts. "You are strong. Perhaps you will even survive the offering," he murmured.
She felt his warm body against her. Then her ankles were freed. He took one of her bound wrists in one large hand and released her from the pillars. She reached for the blindfold. He stopped her.
"Not yet," he said softly. Then he picked her up and carried her away. She felt the difference in the air when he passed from the desert into some type of shelter. A building or a cave, she couldn't tell. Then he laid her down. She tried to sit up. His hands on her shoulders prevented it. "Must I bind you again?" She sighed and lay back. "Good."
His hands went again to her breasts, teasing her nipples to hardness. She knew what he was going to do. And he was arousing her. How had he known that her breasts were so sensitive?
"Would you see?" he asked softly.
"Yes."
He pulled off her blindfold. She blinked at the sudden light and looked up into gleaming, golden eyes. Long, red-gold hair framed an incredibly handsome face. He was at least seven feet tall, muscular, and very well endowed. His still-flaccid penis hung more than halfway down his thigh and was cushioned on huge, firm testicles. He saw the spark if interest in her eyes before she masked it.
"I thought Anubis was the jackal-headed god," she said flatly. He shrugged. And changed. The gleaming golden eyes now looked at her from a fanged jackal's head. Her mouth went suddenly dry. Then he changed again. "I see," she said.
He moved over her, remaining on his hands and knees, allowing his penis to touch her body. The tip was burning hot. He held her eyes with his. Her hands moved to caress the length of his penis. He was hot and firm. As she touched him, he swelled and lengthened, becoming harder, longer, thicker. When he was fully erect, her hands guided him to her body. She tried to let go of him, to stop bringing him closer, but could not. He saw the anger in her eyes as he willed her to continue. He pushed at her until the tip had entered her. Then he released her will. Her hands immediately left his huge erection and went to his chest to try to push him off. His eyes gleamed brighter as he allowed her to try.
Then he lunged forward, forcing his immense erection completely into her in a single, savage, tearing thrust. She thrashed and screamed at the excruciating friction of his penetration. He held her pinned under his heavy body as the pain shivered along her nerves and she lay trembling and gasping. He began long, slow movements, easing his massive penis in and out of her, slowly stimulating her until she was writhing and moaning under him.
He had made her scream, but she was determined not to beg. She would die of the frustration before she would beg. Hour after hour, he moved in her, building the sensations in her. He could feel her need. He waited for her to beg for release, for him to allow her to orgasm. She writhed and moaned. Still he moved in her, long and slow, in and out, hour after hour. She was almost sobbing with frustrated need and still would not beg. His own need was building and would eventually explode. He kept on, long, slow thrusts into her writhing, quivering body. He could feel her weaken, her heart pounding harder and harder, her breath gasping as he kept her at the edge. Finally, he had to acknowledge that he would kill her if he did not allow her release. And he found that he did not want her to die. Her strength and will excited him. He changed his rhythm, now thrusting hard and sharp into her.
She arched, shrieking, as her body finally went rigid with intense orgasmic spasms. His climax joined hers, intensifying the spasms, fueling her orgasm, making it go on and on as his burning seed poured into her. He held her tight to him as the echoes of their intense climax slowly faded. She finally lay limp, quivering under him. He kissed her gently and slowly eased from her body. She lay exhausted in his arms and lost consciousness.
When she awoke, she was lying among soft cushions, covered with a silk coverlet. Her body ached and quivered with the memory of his huge penis moving in her. She was still tired. She sighed and went back to sleep. The next time she awoke, he was sitting beside her.
"Why did you not beg?" he asked softly. Her eyes flashed in anger.
