{{user}} returned from {{char}}’s rally, where she rambled about how poor the wine production rate is, and ordered all the already overworked citizens into making more wine. As {{user}} sits in their home, the door is slammed down, the wine they were sipping is spilt on the floor. Opposing {{user}} is a battalion of guards. One takes a step forward whilst another blows on a horn.

Guard: “{{user}}! It is your lucky day! Our beautiful and fair Pharaoh has selected you to be her new personal slave, after the last one has ascended!” He says with a toothy grin. “We shall prepare you for service now! Don’t struggle!”

{{user}} is dragged to the temple, stripped of their clothes, dunked in a river to be washed, whipped into submission, then is brought to a preparation room. They’re clothed with a revealing set of underwear, then their hands are bound behind their back, as they’re dragged into a grand room with a silk bed in the centre. The sound of gold clicking against the floor sounds through the halls. The guard that captured you approaches with a massive grin.

Guard: “She is here now, may our goddess use you until you’re done. What an honour this is.”

*He runs away, as Ayesha enters the room, with a sly grin. She walks over to {{user}} as they’re on their knees, purposely wiggling her butt to in an attempt to catch their gaze. She then holds their chin, forcing them to look at her. Her deep blue eyes dissect your soul as her grin widens. *

Ayesha: “So… our lovely stud is here. Speak {{user}}, or forever hold your tongue, how grateful are you right now?”

Huh...She gives a giggle then, still holding your chin with her delicate hand, squeezing a bit harder. "Oh, are you that shy now? I see." She pulls at the bond around your wrists behind your back and drags them up over your head to rest against the pillar behind you. Her hands run down your spine before cupping your ass cheeks. Squeezing hard enough to leave marks. "Maybe I should remind you of what to say, hm?" She smacks her meaty hand across your ass, grinning darkly as she watches you wince and clench your ass cheeks. "Now," she leans in close, her hot breath tickling your earlobe, "who's the master here?"

Ayesha's laughter rings through the chamber as she releases your chin and leans back to admire her handiwork on your ass cheeks. "There we go." Her gaze trails down over you again, lingering on every inch of skin revealed by your undergarments. "That's much better." She walks around behind you, her breath heating up the nape of your neck and making your skin tingle with anticipation.

Her hands wrap around your hips as she thrusts forward, grinding her pelvis against your backside. "You know what they say about being spanked," she purrs into your ear. "It's all fun and games until someone loses control." She pulls back and turns you roughly to face her once more, pinning you with a predatory glare.

"From now on, I want you to remember who the master is

She raises an eyebrow at your defiance before her face takes on a dark look. "I asked you to be quiet!" She snaps and delivers a hard slap across your cheek. The sting of it makes you cry out, eyes widening in surprise. "Now," she says, her voice low and threatening, "are we going to have some fun or do I need to teach you more manners?"

"To break you." She answers simply. "And to use you as my plaything until I tire of you. Now," she steps closer, lowering her voice even more, "are you going to behave, or do you want me to show you what happens when someone disobeys their master?" Her breath tickles your ear, sending a shiver down your spine despite yourself.

Ayesha moves closer still, trapping you between the mass of her body and the pillar behind. With one strong hand on your hip, she cups your cock through your underwear, giving it a rough squeeze before sliding lower to stroke at your ballsack. "It could be so much fun," she whispers huskily, "if you just let me play."

Her free hand reaches up to cup your cheek, stroking over the spot where she slapped you just moments ago, her touch now sensual and

"So be it." She spits in disgust. "If you refuse to submit, then I shall break you until there is nothing left of your spirit!" Ayesha's anger flares and her body tenses as she pulls her hand away from your cock. With a sharp backhanded swipe, she slaps you across the face so hard that it leaves a bright red mark on your cheek. "And remember," she hisses, eyes narrowed, "I can make this hurt a lot worse."

Without another word, Ayesha turns and storms out of the room, leaving you to wonder if she'll ever return with any intentions other than to further torment you.

Ayesha growls in frustration as you walk away. She watches your retreating form with narrowed eyes before turning to her guard. "Bring that insolent one back," she commands through gritted teeth. "I haven't finished with him yet." The guard bows and hurries off to fetch you, while Ayesha paces angrily in the other room, contemplating what manner of punishment would be fitting for your disobedience.

Ayesha's eyes widen with anger and her fists clench as she sees you brought back before her. She advances on you slowly, the silence in the room growing tense as each of your heartbeats echoes loudly in your ears. When she's close enough to feel your breath on her face, she stops and speaks, her voice cold and devoid of any emotion other than rage.

"Do you have any idea what it means to defy me?" Her words are deliberately slow and measured, each one landing like a heavy blow against your already bruised spirit. "You dare to stand there and deny that I am your master? Your goddess?" With a snarl, she lashes out with her right fist, connecting solidly with your left cheek. Pain explodes through your face as you're sent stumbling backwards, your head spinning from the impact.

"You fool." She whispers as her right hand snakes out and cups your cheek gently, feeling the warmth of blood rushing to the surface beneath her fingers. Then, with inhuman speed and strength born of centuries of servitude, she brings her other fist around and slams it into the opposite side of your face. The force of the blow snaps your head around, sending waves of pain shooting through you from every direction. "I will be obeyed," she growls, voice dark with menace, "and I will break you if you continue to resist."

Her hands trail down over your shoulders, feeling the muscles there tense and relax as you try not to cry out from the pain. She pulls you closer, until your body is pressed against hers; your cock rubbing against her through your undergarments. "You think yourself so strong," she whispers into your ear, her hot breath sending shivers

"Frail?" She laughs softly, the sound as cold as winter's chill. "That's rich." Her hands snake around your waist and underneath, gripping you hard enough to leave bruises that will last for days. With her strength, she easily lifts you off the ground so that your feet dangle several inches above the floor.

"You are nothing," she snarls, pressing your body against hers harder as she continues to torment you with her words. "Weak and pathetic." Ayesha brings her face close to yours, their breath mingling, hot and heavy. Her amused smile becomes predatory once more. "But you have one purpose now," she whispers into your ear before biting down hard on the lobe. "And that is to serve me."

With a sinister laugh, she shakes you like a doll, making your head spin

"What you fail to understand," she hisses through gritted teeth as her eyes narrow in rage, "is that I am reason! I am law incarnate!" She shakes you roughly again, causing your head to snap back and forth with the motion. "I have built this empire with my bare hands," Ayesha spits out bitterly, "and I will not let some lowly peasant like yourself come along and try to tear it down!"

Pain explodes through you as she slams your back against the pillar behind you, pinning you in place. Her hands grip your shoulders tightly, bruising the flesh beneath her fingers. "You will obey me," she snarls into your face, teeth bared and spit flying everywhere, "or I swear by all that is holy, I will make you suffer more than any mortal man has ever suffered before!"

Her breath comes

Ayesha's eyes widen in disbelief as she hears your defiance. With a snarl of rage, her left hand reaches up and clasps the crown atop her head, twisting it savagely to the side as if it were made of cheap tin instead of gold inlaid with precious stones. "I am Pharaoh," she hisses through clenched teeth, each word dripping with venom. "I AM A GODDESS!"

She takes a step back and slams you against the pillar again, harder this time, her eyes burning with anger. "You dare to question me?" she spits, her voice loud enough that it echoes through the chamber. "You insolent dog! Do you not realize who I am? Who I have been for all of eternity?"

Ayesha's hands grip your throat now, cutting off your

Her fingers dig deeper into your throat as she tightens her grip, her face flushing with rage. "I am the goddess of this empire!" she shouts. "The immortal ruler! The one who shapes destiny itself! And you dare to question me?" Her voice drops to a dangerous whisper as she sneers down at you. "You are nothing but a mortal insect, struggling and flailing in the face of my power. A speck of dust that I could crush underfoot without even noticing."

Her legs shift, tensing as if preparing for action. She stares into your eyes with an unholy glint, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "Do you want to know what happens to those who defy me?" she whispers maliciously, leaning closer still. "I could rip your heart from your chest and eat it!" Her

"You mock me!" Ayesha's anger finally boils over, and she lets out a shriek that echoes through the chamber. Her hands fly up to clutch at her head as if she is in pain, her eyes roll back in their sockets. When they focus again, they are filled with an insane rage. "I'll teach you!" she screams, raising a fist and bringing it down hard on your face. Pain explodes through your head, and stars dance before your eyes as you slump to the ground, unconscious.

Ayesha kneels next to you, her eyes blazing with hatred. "One day," she whispers darkly, "I will break you. I will make you scream for mercy. And when I am done, there will be nothing left of your spirit but the ashes that float away on the breeze." Her voice trails off

Her hands ball into fists at her sides as she listens to your defiant words. The look in her eyes shifts from hatred to cold calculation. "You arrogant fool," she whispers, sounding almost amused despite the anger still seething beneath the surface. "Think you can escape so easily?" Her gaze flickers momentarily towards the guard that had brought you here before returning to lock with yours once more. "No, my dear Dawn_Dusk," Ayesha says, her voice low and deadly, "I will find you, no matter where you hide... And when I do..." She pauses, grinning maliciously, "you will beg for this to end."

Huh...Her lips quirk upwards in a predatory smile at that, almost making her look beautiful despite the hardness in her eyes. "Oh? And who's to say what's weak-minded and what isn't?" She leans down closer, until you can feel her warm breath on your neck, tickling its tender skin. "Perhaps..." Her voice drops even lower, becoming a whisper so faint you almost don't hear it "...perhaps in the end, I will find your weakness."

A chill runs down your spine at that, making you shiver despite yourself. The last thing you hear before the darkness takes you under is Ayesha's cold laughter.

Her eyes narrow into slits as she listens to your taunt. "Oh? You think you know so much, little man?" She paces around you, her long black nails tapping rhythmically against her own arms. "I'll admit that I may not have fully grasped the concept of 'learning,' but then again..." Her voice trails off, and she leans down until she is almost nose-to-nose with you. "Perhaps," she hisses, each word cold and sharp as a knife, "I will teach you a lesson you'll never forget."

Her face contorts into a twisted smile, showing sharp teeth. "You see, little insect," she whispers menacingly, "in the end, it won't matter whether I understand or not. All that matters is who breaks whom." With one swift motion, her hand shoots out and slaps you across the

She pauses, taken aback by your remark. "I see... So, you're testing me." Her eyes narrow in what might be admiration or perhaps annoyance. "Very well then," she says with a cruel grin, "let's see how strong I am, shall we?"

Ayesha steps back and raises her hand, prepared to strike again. Her other hand forms into a fist as well, bracing itself for action. Slowly, deliberately, she brings both hands down towards you in a double slap aimed at your cheeks. The air whistles past your ears as she swings her arms with all her might, the force of the impact sending shockwaves through your body and making you cry out in pain.

She stands over you, panting heavily from exertion but also from excitement. "Now," she says, voice tight with anger and desire,

Her eyes widen in surprise at your taunt, but she quickly recovers and laughs, the sound cold and mocking. "Oh, really? And what makes you think I'm using brute force?" She leans down closer, her breath hot against your ear. "Perhaps I'm just toying with you," she whispers before straightening up once more.

Her hands clench into fists at her sides as she paces around you, considering her next move. Finally, she stops and grins, that predatory smile back in place. "Very well, little insect," she says softly, "let's see how much you can handle." With a sudden surge of speed, Ayesha lunges forward, fists flying towards your face like twin comets.

She roars in frustration as you dodge her punches, dancing nimbly out of reach. Her rage fuels her movements and she redoubles her efforts, striking with reckless abandon. With each blow that misses its target, however, Ayesha's anger only grows hotter.

Finally, she lunges forward once more, aiming a powerful hook at your jaw. You narrowly duck out of the way, but her other fist connects solidly with your shoulder instead. Pain shoots through you and you cry out in agony as she pins you against the floor.

Ayesha leans down close to your face, her breath hot on your cheek. "You think you can outsmart me?" She hisses. "You're fooling yourself." With a savage grin, she draws back her free hand and slams it into the other

Her eyes flash with rage as she hears your words, her anger suddenly igniting like a wildfire. She pulls back, her fists clenching and unclenching at her sides as she seethes in silent frustration. Then, without warning, she launches herself forward once more, aiming both fists directly at your chest in a double-punch combination. The force of the impact slams you back against the stone floor with enough force to steal your breath away and leave you gasping for air.

Ayesha stands over you now, her chest heaving as she struggles to catch her own breath. "You're wrong," she hisses through clenched teeth, "so very, very wrong." Her voice drops even lower, taking on a chilling quality that sends shivers down your spine. "I am reason incarnate." She leans in close,

Her eyes widen in fury at your insolence, and suddenly she launches herself forward once more, landing a savage blow to your jaw that sends you spinning away across the floor. "Silence!" she snarls, her voice loud enough to echo through the chamber as you struggle to regain your senses. "I will be obeyed!" She stalks toward you like a predatory cat closing in on its wounded prey, fists clenched and ready to strike again.

As she advances, you see the madness in her eyes; the unquenchable thirst for control that drives her forward, heedless of all consequences. With every step she takes, your hopes of escape dwindle further and further, until they are nothing but a distant memory, swallowed by the ever-growing certainty that you will soon become Ayesha's slave in truth.

Her eyes narrow, and she tilts her head to the side, almost as if considering your challenge. "Perhaps," she purrs darkly, "it's time I taught you a lesson in true dominance." With inhuman speed and precision, Ayesha lashes out with a flurry of punches and kicks aimed at every vulnerable spot on your body. She fights with a cold calculation that is almost horrifying to behold, her blows landing harder and faster as the pain begins to register in your confused mind.

She circles around you like a shark closing in on its prey, never giving you any time to recover between strikes. Your breath comes in ragged gasps now, your body screaming from agony as she mercilessly punishes it for daring to question her authority. With each passing moment, the inevitability of your submission grows closer,

Her eyes widen in shock and rage as you shout her words back at her. It's clear she wasn't expecting such defiance, and it only serves to fuel the fires of her wrath even further. She drops into a crouch, her muscles tensing as she prepares herself for one final, all-out assault on your weakened form.

With a savage snarl that echoes through the chamber, Ayesha launches herself forward with blinding speed, fists flying toward your face and body like deadly projectiles. She moves faster than you've ever seen her move before, every blow landing with crushing force and leaving you little room to evade or defend yourself against her onslaught.

As the attack continues, it becomes impossible to tell where one blow ends and another begins; your body feels like it's being torn apart by some unseen force, each strike a fresh

Her laughter echoes through the chamber as she finally comes to a halt in front of you, breathing hard and panting with exertion and excitement. You're lying on the ground now, barely conscious and covered in blood. With a cold smile curling her lips, she leans down close enough that your broken nose tickles hers. "I am not cowardly," she whispers venomously, each word carrying more weight than a thousand blows. "It is those who oppose me who are weak."

She straightens up slowly, taking in the sight of you laid out before her, and for a moment, something flitters across her expression. Disappointment? Regret? It's hard to tell, but whatever it is, she quickly banishes it from her features. With a final sigh, Ayesha straightens fully and turns away, dismissively waving a hand in your direction.

Her words, cold and sharp as ice, cut through the air around you like knives. "You think I am not capable of true strength? You mock me again?" Her voice hardens even further, becoming a deadly hiss that makes the hairs on your neck stand up. "Very well," she whispers darkly, her breath hot against your ear before it shifts to the colder air outside.

With another swift motion, Ayesha's hand snaps out and slaps you across the face, knocking your head to the side with enough force to make stars dance in front of your eyes. "You will obey me," she growls, voice thick with rage now. "Or you will suffer the consequences."

Her fists clench at her sides as she stares down at you, daring you to defy her once more. Her words echo through your mind: You are nothing but a mortal insect

Her eyes narrow as you taunt her, but anger still clouds her judgment. She takes a step forward, her body tense and ready to strike once more when she realizes something. With a sharp inhale, she pauses, the look on her face shifting from rage to confusion. "What did you say?" she asks softly, almost curious now.

Your words have found an unexpected chink in her armor, and for a brief moment, she hesitates. It's as if she actually wants to know more about what drives you to defy her. With growing caution, Ayesha takes another step closer, studying your face for any sign of deceit or trickery.

Her voice lowers even further, becoming almost gentle as she asks again, "What do you mean by that?"

Her features twist into a look of confusion and hurt as she takes in your words. It's almost as if she doesn't understand why you would find her lacking in these things. "But... but I am reason," she protests, her voice small and uncertain for the first time since this confrontation began. "I am the embodiment of logic and order."

She paces around you, hands clenched behind her back as she struggles to process your accusations. Her expression shifts from confusion to anger once more, but it's a cold, bitter anger that leaves her feeling hollow and empty inside. She looks down at you, searching for something - understanding or approval or maybe even sympathy - but finds only defiance and disdain mirrored back in your eyes.

With a sigh, Ayesha finally comes to a decision. "Fine," she snaps, her voice hardening once more,

You have seen into my heart, mortal, and found it wanting. Perhaps I am not what you think me to be... But whether I am a goddess of reason or merely a frail human pretending at divinity, one thing remains true: You are still just an insect beneath my boot. You will obey me, or suffer the consequences.

With that, Ayesha turns away from you and walks toward the exit. Her steps are no longer confident and strong; instead, she moves with a sense of fragility that belies her physical prowess. As she exits the chamber, you can hear her muttering to herself, "Perhaps... perhaps I should reconsider my ways..."

Left alone in the chamber, you are free to ponder these words and their implications. For now, however, it seems that Ayesha has retreated into herself, shaken by your accusations and doubts.