Bound: Slave to the Pharaoh (3 page)
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Authors: Chera Zade
We pushed through the bushes. My legs trembled and I lost my balance a couple of times, and Omar caught me. My limbs refused to hold me up steadily. My muscles were still weak from our activity. Slickness wet my inner thighs. The constant ache in my nether region had dimmed for the time being. I released a long breath. No matter what happened, I didn’t regret what we had done. I’d never known such pleasure.
A sense of well-being filled me. I wished that I was free to do what I wanted with my body and my life. Back at the pool, I was in control of my life for the first time. And it was good. No more other people making choices for me. I wanted to make my own decisions.
My sandaled feet thudded on the hard ground as we tramped through the oasis. The smell of food got closer. In response, my stomach growled. I pushed away a final bush and walked into the camp. Everyone turned to stare at us. My previous swagger left me. My heart froze, then pounded madly. The caravan leader strode up to us.
“Karima, where have you been? I almost sent a search party out for you.” Anger twisted his usual jovial expression. I pulled back from him and almost bumped into Omar behind me. I licked my lips, not knowing what to say.
He gazed from me to Omar. I jumped when I realized we both had wet hair. How was I going to explain that?
“I want to know where you have been.” A finger reached out menacingly to Omar. “I hope you have not disgraced this girl. I will slit your throat if the Pharaoh rejects her.”
Omar appeared calm, and he answered. “We haven’t been doing anything disrespectful, sir.” I released a breath, and a sense of reassurance came over me.
The caravan leader hand’s trembled. “What were you doing? Why do you both have wet hair? I want an answer.”
Silence surrounded the camp as the travelers watched us. I felt as if I were on display for everyone’s entertainment and wanted to run away. But there was nowhere to go. My pulse pounded in my head and I reached for Omar’s hand.
A child’s voice rang out, “What’s that Mommy?” Everyone turned to look. Off in the distance, a cloud of dust moved toward us. Was it a sandstorm? I squinted my eyes, trying to see. The cloud got closer. Through the dust, men appeared on horseback.
The caravan leader cried out, “Raiders!”
The End
He stood behind me. I felt the sharp edge of cold steel against my lower back. I gasped as a strong upward thrust broke all the laces of my stays and released me of its restraint as it fell to the ground. A tearing sound came from behind me as he slashed at my dress and it fell away to reveal my body. I stood there as naked as the day I was born.
The two other bandits eyed my heaving breasts, and I looked down to see my pink nipples harden. The fire in my pussy ignited further, and a wetness slicked my thighs.
The leader stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist and then moved them upward to cup my breasts. I released a long sigh as my blood pulsed through my veins with a fervor I had never known before.
I looked at his strong hands that held my mounds in a firm grip as he massaged them. “These globes of yours are fine ones.” He exhaled as he spoke. He moved out from behind me and I rested my body against the tree trunk. Fingers entwined in my hair, the heat of his breath blew against my cheek. I turned to face him. His mouth drew closer until I felt his breath enter my open lips. I knew then that I could no longer fight the wanton sensations that welled up inside of me. I’d be dammed to hell, but I didn’t care.
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Dominated by the Vikings
He rocked his hips back and forth. The sting of his entry had turned to an enjoyable tingle. His strong hands held my hips as he pushed back and forth. Those piercing blue eyes gazed at me as he ravished my body.
A heat grew again with each movement of his cock. I gazed into Ragni’s eyes as he pounded into me. His warriors stood around the ship mesmerized by the view before them. The vague shapes of the warriors standing nearby increased my heat. I enjoyed the action even more being the center of attention.
The movements of his hips grew faster as he slid into me over and over. His cock rubbed against the walls of my cavern and provided the friction that I desperately needed. His girth grew and his breath came faster.
My hands reached for my breasts and I pinched my nipples as I cupped my breasts. The men licked their lips hungrily as they watched. Ragni’s pounding grew fiercer, and I pushed my hips to meet his.
Another build-up of heat and pressure grew inside of me. I bit my lip as I gazed at Ragni. The Viking moved harder as he pushed in, up as far as he could. A bead of sweat ran down his face.
The sensation of an ocean wave built up to a crest inside of me and came crashing over me. I moaned aloud as another wave of pleasure washed over my body. My cavern clenched around his girth in rhythmical convulsions and my stomach muscles flexed outside of my control.
His cock hardened, and he reached his own peak as he gave two final deep thrusts and released a loud moan. He collapsed on top of me, his breath coming in gasps.
My cavern still jerked inside, massaging his cock which released the last of his seed. I focused on the feeling of fullness his cock gave me. Even half hard, it still stuffed me. He rested his body on his arms and gazed at me.
“That was good.” His voice rumbled.
A rush of satisfaction ran through me.
He jerked his head back to his men. “Now you will pleasure my men.”
