The Queen of the Nile Chapter 11

THE QUEEN OF THE NILE CHAPTER 11

Ruth was awake in the arms of the crocodile Queen.

The dull throbbing between her legs reminded her of the joyful submission she had offered to the beautiful Egyptian royal leader. She had traded her body for the safe passage of her people and knew she had gotten the better of the deal. The taste of the sex-crazed ruler was heavy on her lips and she remembered with great clarity the extent of her depravity.

Soon it would be time to retreat to the finality of the mummification chambers.

Neferusobek had shown her the secret tunnels that connected the palace to the great “Black” pyramid. She had witnessed some of the wild orgies taking place as young females were led to their eternal resting places next to the revered royal family. The beauty of some of the eternal traveling companions was astonishing to her.

The high priest of the mummification laboratory kept close rein on his loyal priests. They were powerfully muscled males with full male reproductive equipment. There were no eunuchs in this secretive cult of death preparers for the transition to the next plane of existence. The millenniums old secrets of rebirth predated the very beginnings of the royal dynasty itself.

Ruth had conjured her future and saw she would rest next to the crocodile Queen in undisturbed slumber until danger arose once more for her people. So, she went willingly to the destiny at the hands of the mummification priests. She also saw the priests would use both her body and the body of the Queen for disturbing perverted pleasure as they were stretched semi-conscious in suspended animation for several repetitions of the rising of the sun.

When she questioned the high priest about the ceremonies, he was very candid. He explained that while the sexual deviances to be employed were certainly degrading, they were only intended to mollify the sentinel guards of this plane of existence. The wild excesses of the ceremony would insure these watchers would look the other way when the secret formulas were administered and the incantations were performed. It was merely a form of distraction in the guise of sexual perversions. Ruth could see the wisdom of this sort of devious trickery and accepted her fate.

Only a few kilometers south of the royal pyramid, the body of Neferuptah and her two close handmaidens rested undisturbed in their sarcophagi. They had been moved two times already to confuse the crocodile Queen in her quest to destroy her sister’s remains. Even the current mummification priesthood was unaware of the exact location. The secrecy of the location of the mummy of the uncrowned and true Queen of the Nile was entrusted to a band of Moon Goddess followers who remained anonymous and undetected for thousands of years.

Neferuptah’s coffin would remain undisturbed for the next 3,912 years in its secret location in tunnels under the looted chambers of the vandalized non-royal burial grounds.

From time to time, a member of the cult of the Moon Goddess would extract a gem from the vast stores of gems buried with the true Queen of the Nile. He would offer apologies for the necessity to raise funds for the continuance of the secret society dedicated to keeping her location a secret. All of the cult members fully believed if the Moon Goddess did not want them to have this access to the fortune buried with her; she would strike them down without hesitation. Thus, they lived for centuries, father to son, in devoted service to the long dead Queen.

When unscrupulous individuals attempted from time to time to determine the source of the gems, they met short shrift at the hands of the cult members. They usually dispatched such threats with a simple wrap of a knotted silk cord not unlike a similar cult in India interested more in pure banditry.

A week or so before the upcoming ceremonies dispatching the crocodile Queen, Ruth and several other comely maidens favored by Neferusobek, The high priest advised Ruth it would be best for her to become acclimated to the particular deviant processes of the ceremony. She was hesitant to accede to the older man’s suggestion because she suspected it was merely a ploy to savor her sexual favors prior to the ceremony.

The high priest was a bald headed man in his late fifties and Ruth could tell he was well-hung because of the way he had to keep his legs partially open for the bulge of his apparatus. His two sons were ever at his side and she had seen them in action on several handmaidens slated for eternal rest next to the body of a royal member of the court. The younger son, a lad of some 20 summers, seemed to prefer entering his prey from the rear and used his heavy hands to beat his females into complete submission before anointing them with his blessed load. He was so skilled at his love-making, she did not remember a single female voice any complaint at her treatment or at the receipt of his copious spurts of creamy cum.

Ruth gave permission to the high priest to anoint her with the assistance of his two sons later that night. Neferusobek was in agreement and had arranged to watch the ceremony rehearsal along with her Nubian body guard.

When she entered the little performance chamber, Ruth noticed the crocodile Queen was already reclining on a padded lounge bench and her body guard was lubricating her brown hole with a liberal supply of scented oil from the olive trees of the nearby mountains.

The two sons of the high priest were stark naked and stood on each side of the large bed. They looked like a pair of trained watchdogs ready to bring down their prey. The high priest motioned Ruth to approach the bed. She saw the restraints attached to the four corners. Ruth tried to talk the high priest out of putting her into the restraints but to no avail. Reluctantly, she agreed to the humiliating loss of her freedom of movement. The oldest son bent to place the ballcock in her mouth and her saliva began to immediately run down her pretty chin.

When the blindfold was securely in place, she felt hands push her hips up high and brush what felt like a whip across her buttocks. She was certain her acclimation session would commence with a firm whipping of her soft white ass.

The sound of the whip was a spur to her female juices. Ruth sensed her bottom was already cherry red from the energetic whipping of her posterior. Her ears picked up the squishing sound of a cock being driven deep into a female fundament. She recognized the whimpers of the crocodile Queen. The true ruler of the realm was obsessed with the delight of Nubian shafts stretching her tight anus and plundering her royal rectum. The slight splashing sound must be the sweat running off the muscular man’s body and merging with the sweaty little rivulets of the Queen falling off her soaked ass cheeks.

Ruth was drowning in the saliva gathering in her mouth and her tears flowed endlessly as the pace of her whipping increased in both power and rapidity. When the person wielding the whip finally stopped, it was only because he or she was exhausted from punishing Ruth’s poor behind.

The pussy juice was flowing down the inside of Ruth’s legs betraying her enjoyment of the discipline. She wondered if either the blindfold or the gag would be removed but the next thing she felt was the probing finger pushing up a glob of lubrication into her tortured ass crack. She knew right away her next lesson would be anal sodomy. She just was not certain of the size of the implement or for that matter how many cocks would be used.

She heard the high priest grunt as he mounted her. The weight of the sturdy man was absolutely beautiful to her. Ruth knew he would ride her until she spent all her juices several times. She had never felt so stretched or plumbed so deep. His member must be huge. It certainly was the most rigid she had ever felt. She only remembered moving from one orgasm to the next and eventually, her ball cock was removed so they could all hear her voice her pleasure. She screamed, she cursed, and she groaned and whimpered and cried begging for mercy but not wanting it to stop ever. She wanted the impalement to go on forever. She wanted to be ridden right down into the dirt and to feel the feet of her rider kick her into erotic frenzy.

When the high priest was finished with her, his two sons mounted her in turn. Each one took his time with her, pulling her hair and slapping her ass cheeks just to hear the sound of their heavy hands on her body. She performed every trick they asked of her and her degradation was sublime. She was totally exhausted and fell down flat on the bed with her blindfold still in place. Suddenly, the blindfold was removed and she saw a line of tunnel workers standing at the edge of the bed. There were at least 20 of the lean, well-muscled males waiting patiently for the high priest and his sons to finish with her.

Ruth realized they were waiting for their turn at her. She was to be the main course at this sex buffet. After the seventh or eighth male, Ruth lost consciousness but her restrained body still received her lovers and the creamy cum flowed into all of her openings.

Neferusobek was on all fours throughout the ceremony watching intently as Ruth was played skillfully like a fine musical instrument. The steady pounding of her flanks had driven her to the summit of sexual release. Her orgasm was beautiful to observe. The fluttering hands. The rolling back of the eyes in her head. The uncontrollable convulsions of her legs spaying out like child’s doll with flexible joints. The crocodile Queen was at the Zenith of her sex-crazed rule. The silent eyes of the previous pharaohs looked down from marble pedestals at her unseemly demeanor.

The Nubian roared like a hungry lion and shot his liquid gift deep inside the crocodile Queen.

All of the others except for Ruth looked in amazement at the spectacle. A scribe in the corner was dictating prose to an artist to preserve this tableau for the ages.

Ruth woke up with a sore feeling between her legs and deep inside her ass crack. A bedchamber slave girl was cleaning her and applying soothing cream to her body. The high priest complimented her on her resolute acceptance of the rituals without complaint.

Soon it would be time for the crocodile Queen to be sent to her eternal confinement.

A green light shone briefly inside the sarcophagus of the Moon Goddess Neferuptah, sister to the usurper crocodile Queen and true Queen of the Nile. Even in her mummification induced state of suspended animation, the Moon Goddess sensed the defeat of her foe and cursed her to eternal darkness for all time.