Kinky Cleopatra

"Kinky Cleopatra"

"Kinky Cleopatra"

by J.D. Savanyu

by J.D. Savanyu

The port of Alexandria gleamed marvellously on a mild summer day. Dozens of wooden ships darted to and fro in the bustling seaport, heading out toward Thessaloniki and Ostia with full loads of cotton and papyrus, or returning from the open sea with full loads of wine and olive oil. Pharaoh Cleopatra took a slow pensive sip of fine Greek wine while gazing out from a second floor balcony of her royal palace. Admiring a massive four hundred foot-high lighthouse which boldly proclaimed the glory that Egypt once possessed, before the power base of the Mediterranean shifted to the Greeks, and then the Romans.

That stately voluptuous brunette queen felt a pleasant buzz of anticipation between her legs, beneath a royal gown encrusted with priceless jewels from every corner of the Egyptian Empire, which was dwarfed by the rapidly expanding Roman Empire. Cleopatra's lust for power was utterly insatiable, in equal measure to sexual appetites. She fucked many well-connected men over the past decade, securing eastern alliances and trade pacts to hedge her bets against the menace of the west. Her carefully laid schemes were finally coming to fruition, earning the affections of a very ambitious yet very gullible Roman Triumvirate ruler named Mark Anthony.

A glimmering golden light caught the right corner of her eye, reflecting off the mast of a large ship entering the harbor. She soon recognized the distinctive brass boar masthead of Mark Anthony's imperial vessel, piloted by forty enslaved oarsmen.

"He's here! Alas, my true love has finally returned!" Cleopatra beamed toward her favorite chambermaid Khaba. "Have him summoned directly to my palace. We have much important...businessto discuss."

"As you wish, my Pharaoh," Khaba replied with a sly grin, knowing exactly what kind of 'business' that double entendre inferred.

Demetria hurried inside the palace to relay the message, leaving Cleopatra alone on the balcony with a burly bodyguard named Amenmose. She watched Mark Anthony disembark from his long narrow ship, greeted by a small detachment of Egyptian imperial guards. Even from a quarter mile away, his manly stature excited her womanly lust. The sun gleamed amazingly off his silver imperial breastplate, contrasting nicely with a crimson cape that flowed down his back, ruffling in a stiff sea breeze. She wished to all the gods that she could have Mark all to herself, instead of having his sexual attention divided between her and his bitchy Roman wife Octavia.

Cleopatra strolled back inside to her ornate reception chamber, reclining luxuriantly on a richly wrought golden throne with plush velvet cushions. Gazing at a huge statue of falcon-headed Horus, the god of kingship and protection. She protected her kingdom just as tenaciously as the many male Pharaohs who came before her, but her immense beauty and well-honed feminine wiles added two very dangerous weapons to her arsenal.

The anticipation was killing her, so she reached underneath her royal tunic and masturbated slowly; picturing herself having kinky sex with Mark in her stately solar barge, drifting down the Nile river. Bound, gagged, whipped, and pussy pounded magnificently by the man of her dreams, with thousands of Egyptian peasants looking on in awe. Her amorous masochistic exploits were well-known by everyone in that desert kingdom, and throughout the known world. She moaned softly while gazing up at wall paintings of Nefertiti and Hapshepshut, the only other female pharaohs to gain any notoriety over three thousand years. Nefertiti's bold masculinized beauty excited Cleopatra further, reminding her of various noble women she'd pussy-licked and pussy-fingered to advance her political ambitions.

Cleopatra stuck two fingers deep in her pussy, rocking them back and forth rapidly, longing even more desperately for Mark Anthony's massive manhood. She extended her free left hand toward a jackal-shaped end table and picked up a leather cat o'nine tails with a leather-wrapped handle that was capped with a golden feline head of Bastet, the goddess of domesticity, fertility and childbirth. Whipping her cunt nicely with that kinky toy. Directing her moans toward that bestial goddess, hoping Bastet would bless her with children to inherit her throne, and divinely persuade Mark Anthony to leave his loveless Roman consort wife. Cleopatra missed his hard spanking just as much as his hard fucking. She strongly suspected that Octavia wasn't the only woman he fooled around with at the other end of the Mediterranean.

That gorgeous busty sex-addicted Pharoah got carried away with self-pleasure, nearing the brink of orgasm and failing to notice that her Roman lover had finally arrived in her grand reception chamber.

"Greetings, my lovely Pharoah. I hope I haven't arrived at an... inopportune time," Mark uttered wryly. His big brown eyes lingered on her dripping pink vagina as she whipped it one more time involuntarily.

"Your timing couldn't be more 'opportune,' my darling bull!" Cleopatra beamed. She hiked her tunic back down and bolted off her throne. Dispensing with archaic formalities and jumping right into his open arms, wrapping her slender arms and legs around his hulking body and kissing him passionately. The golden snake on her crown kissed the copper band on his centurion helmet, with a woodpecker-ish red plume on top that she always considered ridiculous.

"I've missed you so much while you were out hobnobbing with Roman bureaucrats and plutocrats," Cleopatra uttered sweetly.

"I've missed you even more, my lovely Luxor panther," Mark grunted, just as eager to reconsummate their unwed union. "Though my hobnobbing efforts were quite successful. I convinced the senate to depose that asshole Lepidus from the Triumvirate and replace him with Octavian. I hope that will give me greater control over the eastern half of the empire, establishing more friendly relations with Egypt."

"Excellent, my darling. Rome must never be allowed to conquer my glorious realm. Amun and Ra are on my side, and yours too."

"My Roman compatriots will never vanquish your obstinate spirit."

The queen giggled sweetly, then kissed him harder. Feeling his big cock rising rapidly, pressing against her throbbing clitoris through thick leather greaves.

"I can't wait a single minute more, you ravishing desert vixen. I must tie you up and dominate you like an erotic gladiator."

"I rather suspected that was your narrow-minded desire on foreign shores," Cleopatra uttered sarcastically. "But first, I must confirm one important piece of business.Domesticbusiness," she added sternly. Mark's smile instantly faded, knowing exactly what she meant. "Please tell me you divorced that carping bitch Octavia."

"The timing just... isn't right yet," Mark replied nervously. "She's Octavian's well-connected sister, and I can't risk upsetting her until the balance of Roman power is stabilized."

"Rome is quite stable enough, and you damn well know it!" she growled. "Stop being a pussy, and do as your soulmate wishes!"

"Be reasonable, Cleopatra. We shall be wed within the next few years, and then Egypt and Rome will have long-lasting peace."

"Egypt cannot possibly have peace if you stay wed to that airhead gingerharlot!" she roared like a Nubian lion. "You're such a stubborn asshole. I thought I could convince you with womanly wiles... but now it appears I must take a more 'manly' approach."

"What do you mean,manly?"

"I shall do unto you as you have done to me, with all those kinky toys. The 'golden rule' that the Jews keep yammering on about."

"Ohshit," Mark Anthony murmured in weary emasculation.

"That's right, 'darling.' I shall turnyouintomysubmissive bitch. Diplomacy has failed, so we must settle this score with martial action. Get naked, and get your ass into the royal dungeon."

Mark grumbled indignantly once again, and then he snickered playfully. "Fine, what the hell. A little pain would do me good, seeing how the other half lives."

He slowly removed his elaborate military outfit while Cleopatra shucked off her equally elaborate court outfit. Leaving only that curious gold-and-blue striped headpiece over her lustrous brunette hair. His huge penis sprang out of woolen undergarments, eliciting a loud sigh of admiration from the Queen of the Nile.

"Ah yes, that's the manhood I've longed for so dearly. I know you've been dipping it many holes where it doesn't belong, behind my backandOctavia's back. I shall whip that club into submission."

She tied a rope around his neck and dragged him like her pet dog toward the shady recesses of her Alexandrian pleasure palace.

"Come on, you dirty Roman jackal."

Mark reluctantly followed her lead, strolling through her private library and sleeping quarters, then turning a corner into a candlelit room full of bondage platforms and shelves with many whips, paddles, clamps, chains and harnesses.

"You crazy Romans love crucifying anyone who doesn't toe the line of your glorious empire, but 'turnaround is fair play,' as you love to say. Spread your arms against that cross, slave boy!"

"As you wish, my glorious Egyptian master," Mark grunted sarcastically. He backed up against a wooden cross that resembled the ones he used in a public execution ceremony eight days ago in the Roman forum; delivering excruciatingly slow death to twenty senators who orchestrated the assassination of Julius Caesar. Mark stretched his arms in a wide T-shape against the upper horizontal beam, and pressed his ankles together at the base of the vertical beam. Cleopatra bound his limbs firmly against the wood with rough hemp rope, licking her full red lips in wild anticipation while gazing at his horizontally jutting prick.

"Oh my gods, your manhood is so tempting. A feast for my eyes, mouth,andpussy. I must have a little taste, to whet my appetite for the main course of punishment."

She dropped to her knees on the cool stone floor and shoved it deep in her mouth, gagging right away. Mark tilted his head skyward and growled triumphantly, after a full week at sea with no female companionship. She twisted her head skillfully along the full length of the thick shaft a dozen times, humming loudly and gagging much more. His entire body shuddered in tight bondage against the wooden cross, desperate for fulfillment after a lengthy drought. An oasis of kinky pleasure in the vast Saharan desert.

"Faster, you dirty African whore! Make me cum right down your fucking throat!"

Cleopatra growled fiercely with a mouthful, then she chomped her teeth down on his sensitive flesh.

"Oh gods, oh gods! I'm sorry, my queen! I'm sorry!"

She pulled back abruptly, ejecting his cock from her mouth with a loudpoof!sound. "The fuck youaresorry. I must teach you some courtly manners, slave boy!"

She slapped his dick hard with her right hand, then countered with an equally strong blow from her left hand. Making him groan in mild pain and severe indignity.

"Oh shit, oh shit! I'm so sorry, Cleopatra!"

"Not sorry enough!"

She slapped his cock fifteen more times in a rapid blur, then she got off her knees and went over to a shelf full of intimidating sex toys. Selecting a thick cowhide slapper with a tip flared outward before closing to a sharp gold-painted point, like the head of a venomous asp.

"Perhaps this poisonous leather snake will purify your unchaste slutty soul," Cleopatra cackled with kinky excitement. She swung it hard against his throbbing mushroom cockhead, making him groan louder as she masturbated eagerly with her free left hand.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

"Ahhhhh, fuuuu-hu-huuuuuck!"

"You've been a very bad boy, Mark. Disobeying a royal order from your pharoah girl-toy, and sowing your wild oats behind her back."

She swung that snake slapper harder against his sensitive nipples, eliciting more groans from that chauvinistic Triumvirate. Then she swung downward just as hard, pounded his dick and balls relentlessly.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

"Holy fuck, you make it hurt sogood!" he wailed in masochistic ecstasy.

"I'll make it hurt till you cry, you devious Roman playboy."

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

"You better clean up your act, slave! I'll keep demeaning you until you dump that spoiled cunt Octavia!"

"I simplycan't,Cleo! Why can't you understand that?"

"Because it's total selfishbullshit!"

She whipped his manhood even more with savage fury, making him squeal and shudder epileptically against that rough-hewn cross of fine Syrian cedar. Meanwhile, her bodyguard Amenmose ogled his naked dominatrix queen with a devious grin on his battle-scarred face, concealing his erect penis behind a large iron shield while holding an iron-tipped spear in his other hand.

Cleopatra purged a deep well of frustration over the perilous state of her once-thriving empire. Drool began to drip from the corners of her mouth, further illustrating her intense erotic enjoyment of Mark's emasculation. She was usually a submissive pain slut for manly brutes, but her occasional dominatrix sessions were truly epic.

"I command you to dump that gods-damned ginger gold digger!" she growled while whipping him senseless.

"All right, all right!" Mark groaned defeatedly. "I'll do anything that pleases you, my beloved queen!"

Cleopatra finally stopped swinging that artisan-crafted cat o'nine nails. Her vicious snarl instantly transformed to a devious feminine smirk.

"Goodboy," she cooed sweetly, gently caressing his bulging biceps with drooping aroused eyelids. "We shall live quite happily as co-rulers of the glorious Egyptian empire. In the meantime, there's manymorethings you can do to please me."

She untied him from that cross-shaped bondage platform, and he sighed loudly in relief, flexing his tired arms. His relief was short-lived however. She grabbed his arms a moment later and bound them behind his back with the same chains, dog collar and padlock that he often used to bind her for kinky sex games.

"Come along to my royal bath chamber. I've longed to ride you like a goofy hippopotamus."

"That sounds quite refreshing, my dear Queen of the Nile," Mark replied sarcastically.

"Shut the fuck up, slave boy," Cleopatra grunted. She yanked hard on the chains, leading him out of her dungeon and down a grand stone staircase. They soon arrived in a large rectangular room with a glimmering pool in the middle, fed by a freshwater spring and draining out toward the harbor. She sighed luxuriantly while slowly descending steps into the pool, immersing her gorgeous nude body in a cool royal oasis. Melodramatic harp music from the nearby portside marketplace filtered through open windows on the high walls, enhancing her melodramatic mood of political intrigue.

"Get your ass down on the first step," Cleopatra growled a moment later, yanking on his dog chain when he hesitated indignantly. "Do as I fucking say!"

"As you wish, your highness," Mark snickered eagerly. He plopped down in five inches of water, with his thick eight inch dick jutting straight up toward the barrel-vaulted ceiling, matching the proud rigid stature of a ten foot high stone statue of Osiris at the other end of the pool.

"Your cock is like a cobra," she mused menacingly. "Extremely dangerous, yet easily defeated with one swing of an axe. I've already chopped down your chauvinistic spirit, and now I shall savor the spoils of war."

She swooped up the submerged steps and straddled his firm thighs, squeezing his huge dick all the way up her tight pussy.

"Oooohfuuuuuck," she growled triumphantly as her sensitive pink folds were stretched to the limit. She rocked her lithe body slowly up and down along the full length of his imperial shaft, feeling so alive with pleasure. Mark growled awkwardly with pleasure and frustration.

"I wish my hands weren't chained behind my back, so I could smack your big fucking tits."

"If you love freedom so much, then you shouldn't have disobeyed your queen!"

She smacked his sweaty left cheek with a loud wetswat,making him yelp in surprise. She smacked his right cheek just as hard, then she grabbed his strong shoulders and fucked him aggressively. Literally bouncing against his thighs beneath an inch of cool refreshing water. Splashing and moaning like hell, with her large pale breasts jiggling in hypnotic circles. Meanwhile, her bodyguard masturbated eagerly while watching them at the entrance to the royal baths. Holding his spear in his left hands and holding his "spears" with his right hand, bobbing his metal shields along with it.

"You're fuckingmine,you gods-damned Roman dickhead!"

"Fuck yes, you sexy Egyptian Medusa. I want tolivein your royal pussy!"

Cleopatra arched her back while bouncing up and down in a rapid blur, hitting her g-spot just right. They both growled fiercely with savage sexual frenzy, concentrating a power struggle that spread over a thousand miles into a single carnal act. It didn't take long for her to reach a staggering orgasm, squirting all over his well-defined abdominal muscles.

"That's a good queen, cumming hard for her manly emperor," Mark snickered at her contorted ecstatic face.

"Shoot your big imperial wad all over my royal face!" she growled fiercely. "That's a fuckingorder!"

She freed him from bondage, then she leaped backwards into the pool, kneeling on the stone base with only her head sticking out of the cool purifying water. Mark Anthony swooped down and grabbed her wet brown hair with his left hand, yanking her head way back. He jerked his big dick frantically with his right hand, aiming right between her big pretty hazel eyes.

"Call me your gladiator of love, bitch."

"I'm your gladiator of love, vanquished at last. Finish me off with your big fucking sword!"

"Oh gah, oh gah,oh gah, oh gaaaaazzzzzuuuuuuuuuuhhh!!!!!"

He splattered every square inch of her face with thick creamy semen, making her moan with soothing fulfillment. He finally stopped jerking a minute later, then she grabbed his rod and sucked out every last drop. He sunk back into the placid water in complete exhaustion, leaning against a stone wall and savoring the muted twinkling strains from that troubadour harp player in the portside marketplace. Cleopatra embraced him tenderly, wallowing in her own heavy post-coital trance.

"Oh my gods, that was quite an erotic ambush," she giggled sweetly.

"Better than all my meaningless flings with brainless bitches at Roman bathhouses," he mused nostalgically.

"Those dissolute halcyon days are behind you now," she replied sternly.

"Yes indeed, your highness. I will divorce Octavia promptly, and then we shall share the throne in joyful triumph. Reviving the glorious era of Khufu and Ramses, building new grand monuments all along the Nile."

"You dream too big, Mister Anthony. Let's start with one little kiss, and move slowly from there."

Cleopatra kissed her soulmate tenderly, never wanting this amazing scene to dissolve. She lingered pleasantly in that soothing shady water, pressing her soft ample breasts against his hard hulking chest. Envisioning the pomp and splendour of their eventual wedding day. But then a stiff salty breeze wafted in from the Mediterranean, bringing her back to harsh reality. An epic storm was brewing on the western horizon, figuratively and literally.