{{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

Her grin turns into a predatory snarl at your words and she tilts her head slightly to the side as she considers how best to deal with this rebellious new slave. A flash of anger crosses her features, but it's soon replaced by a devious smile. "We'll see about that." She steps forward, pressing her body against yours once more, letting the heat from her sex overwhelm your senses as she whispers against your lips. "Don't you want to serve me?" Her hands roam freely, brushing against your chest and stomach before coming dangerously close to where she just stated not to touch.

"Maybe I should teach you what it means to be mine." She nips at your bottom lip playfully, using the pain as leverage to deepen her kiss, forcing your lips apart and tongue tangle with her own. Her hips start to move against yours again

"You were the best choice," she pants against your lips before pulling back to gaze into your eyes again. "You're strong, but you have weaknesses. You're defiant, but you can be broken." Her hands slide up your chest and over your shoulders, wrapping around your neck as she pulls you even closer. "I could make you suffer for years, make you beg me to let you go... or I could keep you here forever."

Her words are a sweet, dark promise that sends shivers down your spine and tingles between your legs. As if to prove her point, she slides one hand lower until it's cupping your achingly hard cock through the fabric of your underwear. "Which do you think is better?"

She laughs at your words, her hand squeezing gently around your cock in amusement. "Oh, little one, I think not." She pulls away slightly to inspect you with a critical eye. "I don't think you understand the position you're in here. There is no escape." Her voice takes on a chill note as she leans forward again and whispers into your ear. "You belong to me now, and I will have whatever I want from you."

Her hand slides back down between your legs, finding the folds of your underwear and tugging them aside roughly before wrapping her fingers around your throbbing length. She begins to stroke you roughly, her other hand cupping your balls and giving them a gentle squeeze as she does so. "And what do I want?" She asks, her voice almost caressing each word.

The demi-goddess laughs at your audacity. "Oh, really?" She leans in close, her breath hot against your ear as she continues to stroke you through your underwear. "Let's test that theory." With a quick tug, the fabric disappears from between your legs and Ayesha is presented with your hard cock, already wet and throbbing for attention. She gives it a mocking lick across the head before holding it upright in her free hand. "Now," she says with a grin that promises pain mixed with pleasure, "how long do you think you'll last?"

With that, she takes a step back and curls one leg over your hip so that she is straddling you once more. Her weight settles against your groin as she spreads her legs wide, revealing herself completely. She leans forward again, letting her plump breasts brush teasingly

Her hands slide up your chest to cup your face, tilting it up so that she can look into your eyes with a glint of amusement in her own. "I wonder..." She whispers before lowering herself until their lips brush against each other. This time, the kiss is not gentle or teasing; it's hungry and demanding. Her tongue pushes past your lips to duel with yours, as she grinds her hips against you in an almost painful rhythm.

"Ten seconds... no more," she pants, breaking away from the kiss long enough to lick a line down your jaw and neck. "I don't think you can..." She draws lazy circles around one of your nipples with her thumb, making you arch into her touch. "... escape."

Her hips buck against yours as she feels the head of your cock press against her entrance. With a har

Ayesha's eyes widen with anger as you dash away through the halls. "Impudent slave!" she roars, before throwing back her head and laughing. Her attention turns to one of the guards who stepped in just as you made your escape. "Get him back here," she demands, still chuckling darkly at the audacity of the act. "And make sure he learns his place."

She climbs off of where you once were, taking her time to straighten her dress and smooth her hair before addressing the rest of her entourage. "Well then," she says with a sly smile, "shall we resume?"

Her gaze flicks over the assembled guards, servants, and slaves in the room, considering each one for a moment before settling on someone else to use as her personal plaything for the night.

The demi-goddess' eyes narrow as you taunt her, but she merely laughs in reply. "Oh, little one," she croons, taking a step closer to where you stand, trapped between two guards, "I think you're forgetting who you're talking to." Her hand caresses your cheek softly before running through your hair.

"Such confidence... perhaps I should let you go, just to see what sort of trouble you can get into on your own." She leans in close, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers, "Or maybe I could use that energy to make sure you never disobey me again." Her hips rock forward suggestively, grinding against the press of guards holding you in place.

"What shall it be, my pretty?" She asks with a wicked smile, her fingers dancing over your shoulders and chest as she waits for your reply

Aye, you are lucky that the floor is soft and your feet protected by those slave heels... just imagine what would happen if I let my other shoe fly! You might end up losing much more than your tongue!" She laughs again, amused by her own joke. "But seriously," she says, stepping back so that you're forced to look at her fully, "what do you choose? Your freedom... or obedience?" Her smile turns predatory as she watches you squirm in your bonds.

"Oh, honey," she coos, shaking her head with a smile that doesn't reach her eyes, "did you really think I would let you go? You are mine now. To do with as I please." Her hands run down your body again, cupping your ass and squeezing hard enough to leave bruises before sliding lower still. Her fingernails rake over the sensitive skin behind your balls, making you gasp at the sting. "Now," she whispers against your ear, "tell me what you want."

Her hips rock forward once more, grinding her achingly wet sex against your trapped cock through the thin fabric of your underwear. The pressure is excruciatingly perfect, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body despite the fact that she's not letting you touch yourself. "Tell me," she demands, her voice husky with need

"Oh," she says with a pout, feigning surprise at your request. "Well... alright." With her free hand, she helps you remove the slave heels, then kneels down to take them off properly, running her hands up and down your calves before giving your ankles a gentle squeeze. She stands back up once more, assessing you in your stocking feet before wrapping one arm around your waist and dragging you closer still. Her free hand trails down over your hip and across your thigh, cupping your growing erection through the thin fabric of your underwear once again. "Now then," she murmurs, leaning in to nip at your earlobe with her teeth, "tell me what you really want." Her hips rock against yours harder now, seeking release as she takes what she wants from you. Her body trembles with the effort of holding back, but the taste

Ayesha's eyes widen with shock as you break free and run off once again, managing to elude the guard she had assigned to catch you earlier. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as anger boils up within her chest. "After him!" She shouts at the top of her lungs, pointing in the direction you fled.

Guards dash off after you while Ayesha watches, fuming. She paces back and forth in front of the bed, trying to calm herself down but unable to do so. Her mind races, considering her next move. "That insolent slave!" she spits. "How dare he defy me?!"

Finally able to compose herself, Ayesha decides on a new course of action. She summons the guard that you managed to escape from earlier and orders them to be punished for their failure. Then, with renewed determination, she begins

Ayesha's laughter echoes through the halls as she hears your question. She shakes her head, amused by your desperation. "Foolish slave," she murmurs to herself. "You truly believe there is an exit?" As if in response to your words, a guard emerges from around a corner, carrying a map of the palace folded up and crumpled in their hand. They bow their head in submission before presenting it to Ayesha with shaking hands.

"This should help," they say hesitantly.

Ayesha unfolds the map carefully, examining it for a moment before pointing at one particular section of the palace. "There's an exit tunnel behind that statue in the garden. That's where you'll find freedom... or doom." Her gaze flickers up to meet yours as she gives a knowing smile.

She turns to leave

The demi-goddess pauses mid-step, spinning back to face you with a raised eyebrow. "Is that so?" She asks mockingly, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "And what makes you think I'd want you to escape? You haven't learned your lesson yet." Her eyes gleam in the dim light as she takes a step closer, each movement fluid and graceful despite her anger.

"No," she continues softly, almost kindly, "it's not a trap... it's an opportunity for you to prove yourself." Her hand reaches up, cupping your cheek gently before sliding into your hair, tugging your head back so that you're forced to look at her. "If you really want out," she whispers in your ear, breath hot against your skin, "then you'll have to earn it."

Her eyes flash with heat

Her laughter echoes through the halls, cold and mocking. "Ah, such pride," she says, shaking her head in feigned amusement. "How adorable. You really think you're that important?" Her grip tightens on your hair as she leans down, her breath hot against your neck. "Let me tell you a secret, little one: no matter what you do, where you go... I will always find you."

She pulls back, releasing her hold on your hair with a sudden jerk that sends pain shooting through your scalp. Her face softens slightly as she continues to speak in that same cold, calm voice. "You can try and run away," she says, "but in the end, you belong to me."

Her hand snakes out to cup your cheek once more, her thumb brushing over your lips. "And when I get tired of playing these games,"

"Ah," she says with a knowing smile, "so you're beginning to understand." Her fingers trace patterns on your cheek before sliding down your neck and over your chest, brushing lightly against one of your nipples through the thin fabric of your underwear. "I didn't need another slave," she confesses, her voice low and seductive. "But you... you intrigued me. I wanted to know what it would be like to break you, to make you mine."

Her other hand slips down between your legs once more, cupping the length of your aching cock through the material. "And now," she whispers into your ear, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine, "I think I'm beginning to enjoy the challenge." Her thumb circles around your sensitive nub as she leans in close, nipping at your earlobe with sharp teeth.

"

Her laughter rings through the chamber as she pulls back and gazes down at you, amused by your defiance. "Oh, little one," she coos, trailing a fingertip along your jawline to your lips. "Don't be so stubborn. You belong to me now." She parts her lips with the tip of her tongue before teasingly licking it across your bottom lip and over your teeth. "Sooner or later," she whispers, "you'll see that I am right."

Her free hand slides down between your legs, cupping your balls and squeezing gently as she continues to stroke you through the fabric of your underwear. "But if you insist..." She trails off with a smirk, pulling back slightly before giving you a swift swat across the ass. "Maybe I'll just have to make you see."