By: WhatIsYourDesire666
My mouth felt like parchment left out to dry under the sun. Even in this damp cell, I hadn't taken a sip of water since three days ago. Three days had already passed... A seemingly ordinary day began in my small desert village. Situated at the heart of an endless expanse of sand and rock, we rarely saw visitors, so when Nefertiti's army appeared suddenly on the horizon, everyone knew something was amiss.
"What brings them here?" someone whispered nearby as we gathered in the center of the village. The attack was over in an instant. Our humble village offered little resistance; what use did we have against the well-trained warriors of Egypt's most powerful princess? Before we knew it, all able-bodied men had been rounded up, our hands bound tightly behind our backs with rough hemp rope. Women and children huddled together nearby, eyes wide with terror as they watched us being led away. We were thrown roughly into wooden carts along with other captured men from nearby settlements - each one bearing the same look of disbelief and dread etched onto his face.
As we jostled along in our makeshift prison, the youngest among us let out occasional cries for their mothers or fathers left behind. But the rest remained silent as death itself, knowing all too well where this journey would end: at Nefertiti's palace, where rumor had it she entertained herself by breaking slaves' spirits and bodies alike.
We didn't yet know how right those rumors were about to prove...
I stirred awake to rough hands grasping me, hauling me upright. My eyes fluttered open to the familiar torchlight flickering off stone walls damp with condensation. It was another day in this cold cell, but something felt different today.
I was marched out, flanked by guards who kept their eyes straight ahead, ignoring my protests as I stumbled along. We rounded a corner and came face-to-face with two more guards dragging an unconscious slave between them. His head lolled back, mouth agape, arms dangling limply at his sides. Was he dead??
We passed through hallways adorned with paintings depicting gods and pharaohs, each step echoing louder than the last until we reached two massive wooden doors. With a resonant boom, they swung open to reveal the throne room.
My breath caught in my throat at its grandeur - golden pillars stretching towards the heavens, supported by statues of deities watching over us with stern eyes. But all that paled compared to what commanded my attention next: Princess Nefertiti, seated on her gold-plated throne, a goblet of wine in one hand and a bunch of grapes in the other.
She was a vision of cruel beauty, her face painted with kohl and gold, hair adorned with braids and jewels glinting in the light. Her clothes left little to imagination: only thin white underwear, revealing ample curves a toned stomach and perfect legs. She noticed my gaze, a small smile playing on her lips like she knew what I was thinking.
Before I could react, one guard kicked my legs out from under me while another pushed me forward. I landed hard on the marble floor, pain shooting up my spine. But that was nothing compared to what happened next.
Nefertiti stood, her heels clicking against stone as she approached. She stepped onto my hands, each foot landing with deliberate force. Bones cracked like kindling in winter, agony exploding through me. I bit back a scream, tasting blood from where my teeth had cut into my lip.
Her full weight rested atop my fragile hands - every pound of her regal breast, the ample curves of her ass and thighs working together to put as much weight as possible on me. I didn't dare to meet her gaze, or even struggle, I knew this would be worse. I just took it and hope that she moved as soon as possible.
She looked down upon me with satisfaction, then, without freeing my hands, she set her attention on her advisor standing nearby. "Horemheb," she called out, "what news do you bring me today?"
The advisor stepped forward, bowing slightly before speaking.
"Your Highness, I have been reviewing the calculations for our chances at winning the Tournament of the Gods." He cleared his throat nervously. "As it stands now... we are short."
Nefertiti's lips curled into a displeased pout. She threw her half-eaten grapes onto the floor. The air grew colder as her irritation filled the room like an approaching storm.
"You mean to tell me," she hissed, "that after all our preparations, we still do not have enough slaves for my victory?"
I could feel her weight shifting as she became nervous, which only added to the pain in my broken hands, and I had to hold back my cries.
Horemheb swallowed hard but held firm under her scrutiny. "Yes, Your Highness. To ensure a clear win over other competitors... we must increase the number of sacrifices."
A wicked grin spread across Nefertiti's face at that word - sacrifice.
"Very well," she declared, "Let us not waste time in increasing our chances. Guards!"
She finally pulled away from my hands. My vision swam with tears but not before I saw the guards lifting me and placing me onto something new - her throne she'd ordered built just for this purpose. It was made of golden stone carved to resemble an altar for the gods, designed so that only my head protruded from the seat, while the rest of my body remained hidden inside.
Nefertiti walked around it once, inspecting her handiwork before positioning herself above me.
"I know time is running out, but I still want to take pleasure," she said, as if talking to herself.
She straddled the throne, facing the backrest.
"I smothered the last wretch beneath me using my womanhood" she murmured, "...for you I desire something more cruel", then, she lowered herself, slowly - onto me. My breath caught again, this time in terror instead of awe.
As Nefertiti's full weight descended upon me, her massive rear enveloped my face entirely like a suffocating shroud. My nostrils flared desperately against the hot, moist flesh pressing down on them, seeking any lingering trace of breathable air while it lasted. I tried to push her away, but my broken hands were no use to me.
Her skin felt slick and sweat-soaked from the unforgiving sun bearing down above through the open roof. It didn't seem to bother her, and remained seated on me.
She chatted idly with her advisor, who stood nearby taking notes on some scroll or another regarding their chances at winning whatever twisted contest lay ahead.
"Have you heard from any other competitors?" she asked him casually between sips of wine offered up regularly by attending servants.
Meanwhile, I fought desperately for each precious gasp of air as her flesh moved slowly atop me, momentarily releasing some much-needed oxygen before sealing off once more with ruthless efficiency.
"Your Highness," Horemheb replied deferentially, "the word of the gods is not easy to interpret... They may have chosen contenders from other continents, or even... other dimensions..."
"I see," she responded thoughtfully, swirling her wine glass absently. She shifted ever so slightly on the throne above me, her immense weight pressing down harder upon my face as she ground me deeper into her ass.
My vision began to blur once more, this time not due to tears but from desperate need of air. How much longer could I hold out? When will she get up?!
"Fetch the next one," Nefertiti commanded imperiously, "This one will not last", her voice echoing around us despite its low volume. The captain of the guard bowed obediently before hastening away towards the main door.
I began struggling futilely beneath her crushing bulk. I didn't want to die, not like that... Nefertiti seemed almost amused by my efforts at first, watching with cool indifference as I flailed helplessly like a fly trapped under glass. But soon even that brief entertainment grew tiresome for her.
With an irritated huff, she pushed herself upright - only to then plop down heavily on me. Her full weight landed square upon my head once again, driving it hard against the stone below with such force I thought surely my skull would split open like a ripe melon.
She settled herself firmly into place, closing her massive thights, making sure no air could pass her flesh.
"I will make sure that my divine ass will claim you, for the Gods, for the Tournament, but also for myself. You have nowhere to go, nobody will save you. You're just one bug among many"
As the guard returned with another trembling slave in tow, Nefertiti made no move to lift herself from atop my face. Instead, she merely glanced at him briefly before turning back to me.
"Looks like the next bug is here, which means your time is up" My screams were muffled under her massive body, her buttocks and thighs leaving me no chance to struggle and no oxygen to breathe. I was reaching my limits.
"I will have my victory," she declared confidently. "And when I do... everyone shall know who truly holds power over life and death."
As consciousness slipped away from me, I couldn't help wondering if Nefertiti would ever lift her weight off my lifeless body... or whether she'd simply leave me here buried beneath her royal ass forever.
"I possess something others lack," she mused aloud, a smirk playing at one corner of her painted lips. "What could that be?" Horemheb inquired politely from where he stood nearby taking notes on her demands.
For the first time since she had been sitting there, she looked at my convulsing body, an evil smile on her angelic face, and replied:
"Slaves..."