The Pharaoh and His Desire

Episode 8

I was woken up the next day by banging against the bars. Cracking my left eye open I saw that it was still dark out and groaned. The floor I slept on was hardened mud which allowed me a solid one hour of REM sleep. In my mind I knew that I couldn’t sleep because of the adrenaline that was coursing through my veins. The fear of the unknown, of my unknown, forbade sleep. 

“What!” I snapped back, blinking a few times to try and clear the blurriness from my eyes but realizing it was because I had slept with my contacts in. 

“UP! NOW!” a guard yelled, grabbing me by the arm and tossing me out of the cage causing me to fall in soft, warm, wet mud. 

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me..” I groaned as I stood up and attempted to “clean” myself off. I had barely a few seconds before I was pushed into line with the rest of the slaves. Slowly, we began to file out of the tent and into the scorching sun. I quickly reached up and removed my contacts which had become blurry after sleeping in them. I tossed them into the sand so that my vision became at least a little more clear when people were near.

As we exited the tent I glanced around and noticed that everyone was basically a skeleton and had deep, dark circles under their eyes causing them to appear ghoulish. Was that what was in store for me?

As they began attaching chains to our wrists my own dropped down from the heavy weight. I wasn’t exactly weak but I certainly wasn’t strong. 

Focusing on the back of the head of the person in front of me I walked slowly wondering what they would have us doing. It was only when I saw them begin to pick up large stones and push them up a steep slope that I realized I was expected to be able to do that as well. 

Fuck…

The sun was high in the sky before they finally let us have a break and surprisingly I hadn’t collapsed yet. My face, arms and shoulders were red from the harsh sun and I felt light headed from the dehydration. 

“Here.. have my water too.. It looks like you need it” A voice broke me out of my daze as I slowly turned my head and focused on the person who was speaking; a young, teenage girl. 

“Tha...thank you..” I croaked out as I took the cup with shaking hands. 

She replied with a simple head nod as I brought the cup up to my cracked lips, the cool liquid soothing my dry throat. 

“What’s your name?” I asked as I let the cup fall from my lips. 

“Ahura, you?” her round, coffee colored eyes meeting mine. 

“Noa. How old are you?” 

“I’m 16, but I’ve been a slave since birth. Born into it.” she replied as if she could read what my next question was going to be. 

“I'm 16 too… “ I responded feeling a pit grow in my stomach knowing that she had literally been a slave her entire life. 

“EVERYONE! back to work!” A guard yelled as the familiar sound of a whip snapped across the ground. 

Hours had passed and the sun had begun its descent before we  were finally allowed to stop working. Somehow, I had managed to survive the day without being whipped but I couldn’t say the same for the others. 

“Don’t worry… it’ll get easier…” Ahura said in a whisper, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze as we walked back towards the tent. I had only just met this girl but instantly I felt like we were sisters for some reason. 

“When do we get dinner?” I asked, hearing my stomach grumble right as Ahura let out a chuckle. 

“No dinner. One meal a day, and we already had it.” she said simply. 

“What?!” my head snapped to her but I quickly lowered my gaze as a guard looked towards us, trying to see where the sound came from. “But that was just a piece of bread, you can’t be serious...” I said, a slow panic rising in my voice. 

She didn’t respond as we began to file into our cells. Again, I was taken to a separate confinement in the corner away from any “danger”. However, this didn’t stop the older guard from looking at me hungrily as he threw me into the cage. Although I was only 16 I knew far too well what the look he was giving me meant- I was in trouble. Glancing around the cage frantically I tried to find something that I could use as a weapon against the larger man; my heart pounding loudly in my chest.  

“You certainly are a beauty…” he responded, peeking over his shoulder; seeing that the other guards were busy he began to stalk towards me. 

“I’ll scream…” I said, my voice unfortunately trembling as I began to scoot backwards on the palms of my hands trying to put some distance between us. 

Before I knew it he was on top of me pulling my linen skirt up forcefully as I screamed and kicked with as much power as I could muster. My body trembled in fear when I felt his calloused hand sliding up my thigh, jerking my leg up so that he could settle between them and pressing his erection into me. His disgusting mouth slobbering up my neck as he grunted and began to reach between his legs. 

This is it… I’m about to be r***d… I thought to myself, feeling like I was having an out of body experience. 

NO.

I wasn’t sure where the rush of energy came from but with my last piece of strength I managed to get my leg between his thighs and kneed him as hard as I could, causing him to cry out in pain and fall to my side as he clutched between his legs. 

“YOU w***e!” he screamed with such a violent rage that I fear immediately overtook my body. Raising his hand up he struck me so hard that I felt like I was spinning, the taste of iron overwhelming in my mouth. 

I closed my eyes and braced myself for another hard smack but it never came. As I peeped one eye open I saw the guard thrown to the other side of the cell. My eyes traveled upwards to see none other than the General known as Abrax standing above him, anger radiating off of him as he looked like he was about to rip the guards head off. 

“YOU. COME!” he all but growled as he held his hand out to me, his gaze never leaving the soldier who still looked shocked. 

I stumbled forward barely catching myself as I pulled my skirt down. I almost grabbed his hand but I quickly retreated, reminding myself that he was the one who captured me. Abrax instantly noticed my hesitation and grabbed my upper arm causing me to wince from the bruises that he had left there previously. 

“S..sorry..” he mumbled, letting his hand slide down to my wrist instead. Wrapping his strong fingers around me he quickly pulled me out of the cage, all but flinging me into the walkway. 

“General, General! You’re not permitted to take a slave without the approval of the Pharaoh or the royal family!!” I heard a man shout as Abrax stormed out of the tent with me, walking so fast that I practically had to run to keep up with him. 

“I am taking the slave to see the Pharaoh. Try and stop me.” he barked out, his steps never faltering, if anything becoming more sure. 

The path he was dragging me along slowly transformed from wet mud, to sand and eventually to perfectly smooth marble. It wasn't long until we were walking through the seemingly vacant palace, the servants quickly avoiding eye contact and lowering their heads even more as we stormed up a million steps.

I wanted to ask where we were going, who we were going to see, if I was going to die, but I surprisingly remained quiet...  

“LOOK AT THIS!!” Abrax screamed as he pulled open massive double doors and threw me onto the cold floor. I had no idea where we were but as I looked up I saw the god who made me question reality laying in a giant bed; two women on either side of him and one man at the foot of the bed, all naked and rubbing his golden body. 

Did this man ever wash the paint off? 

The pharaoh glared hard at the general who I was sure had probably just broken fifty rules before his eyes finally landed on me. A quick flash of anger graced his face but I was sure it was just because we had barged in and interrupted his little orgy… or whatever this was called. 

“She was almost r***d when I went to check on her; by a guard! I told you this would happen! And look at her face!” the strong man shouted, gesturing towards my busted lip courtesy of the slimebag guard. 

“WHO!?!” the pharaoh’s voice boomed as he quickly shot up; the girls who flanked either side of him falling off of his chest and giving a pitiful yelp. 

If I didn’t know any better I would say it almost seemed like he cared... 

“It doesn't matter who. I’ll take care of it.” Abrax grumbled before starting to walk over to me, stopping suddenly in his tracks when a low grumble erupted across the room. 

“Leave her with me.” the pharaoh said simply, causing my head to shoot up as I looked at the general with pleading eyes, begging him not to leave me alone with this monster. 

I saw the hesitation in Abrax’s face before he quickly returned to his natural, hard glare and stormed out of the room; the naked servants following behind him and closing the door quietly. 

“Come here.” he said; not leaving the bed and not looking at me as he drank from a large golden goblet. 

“You must be joking..” I scoffed, turning my head away from him but not having the energy to stand quite yet. 

A few seconds of silence passed before I heard a sigh of frustration leave his lips and the creaking of the bed indicating he had moved. I stayed still, refusing to look at him even as I heard his footsteps approaching me. I hated how my heart beat quickened as he neared me. 

As he crouched down next to me I kept my eyes on his feet, they were bare, only a few simple gold bracelets wrapped around them, connecting to a toe ring. All of it was beautiful. 

Did he have any flaws?

“No.” he stated, in an uncomplicated voice as he dipped a cloth into the bowl of water and reached out towards me. Cupping my chin in his large hand and tilting it upwards he began to gently clean the cut on my lip. Silence filled the room so that the only sound which echoed between us was that of the cloth being dipped into the water.

“You really can’t stay out of trouble...can you…” he breathed out, staring into my eyes. Finally, I met his gaze and swallowed hard, his sharp jaw was taut, the muscle moving back and forth as he clenched and unclenched his teeth. 

“I didn’t exactly ask to be raped.” I bit out, glaring at him. 

Again, I saw his jaw clench but he remained quiet. 

“Humans are so weak…” he finally muttered, dropping the cloth into the water, the blood slowly seeping into it causing the bowl to become a light shade of red. 

“If we’re so weak then why aren’t you the one out there building your pyramids.” I mentally slapped myself as soon as the words left my mouth. Too honest Noa…

“You realize I could have you killed for speaking to me that way…” he growled low, leaning forward so our faces were centimeters away. 

“Go- go ahead!” I stumbled out, not breaking his eye contact. Refusing to back down. I wasn’t sure why I had now suddenly decided to gain strength again but something about his passive threat made my blood boil. 

The "staring contest" lasted over a minute before he finally pulled away harshly. I won... I thought smugly as he stood up and stormed over to doors that led out onto a grand balcony, showing an entire city literally beneath his feet. 

“I’ll make the offer one last time… be my s*x slave. Give up this doomed fate and accept my offer. You won’t regret it..” I heard the smirk on his face as he said the last part without even looking at him. 

"I will never accept that offer. You might as well just kill me now." I bit out, slowly rising.

Before I knew it he was standing in front of me, towering over me with a look of frustration in his gold eyes.

"Would you rather be r***d by some slave or some guard than be with me?!?" He all but shouted, the idea obviously being a harsh insult to him.

I barely had time to register what was happening as he bent down and crashed his lips against mine. Wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me against him so tightly that I could barely move. I tried my hardest to push him away, thrashing against him but my frame was no match for this god.

"Mmphh!!!!" I mumbled against his full, soft lips, but all it did was cause him to try to slip his tongue into my mouth. 

"Respond." He growled against my lips, trying again to finesse my lips into moving back against his own; reaching his large hand down and squeezing my ass. 

"N..never.." I gasped and continued to fight back against him, ignoring the fact that I felt something growing against my stomach.

"Then get out." He hissed and shoved me back harshly causing me to fall hard onto my ass. 

"Abrax!" He barked out, "take the slave back to her cage." Before storming off into a different room, not giving me another look.

Hopefully he was done with me for good...