The Pharaoh's Princess (Irvine and Rapedoll)

[Irvine]

It was late and the sun was setting over the wondrous kingdom of Egypt, casting the gentle glow of twilight over the city of Thebes as its people prepared for their night’s rest. The city had been experiencing great prosperity in recent years, beginning after Pharaoh Neferis ordered the wicked Priestess of Set, Osira, and her sorcerer son, Amenophis, be killed for their treasonous behaviors. Unfortunately for the Pharaoh, the two were able to escape from the city and went into hiding in the Theban Necropolis on the other side of the Nile where they have, unbeknownst to the Pharaoh, been gathering an army for rebellion.

Osira’s tale was a wicked one that shook the very foundation of the entire Kingdom when her crimes came to light. The wicked priestess had worked her way up through the ranks of the Temple of Set until she had claimed the position of High Priestess. Once she had claimed the most prestigious position among the most feared group of priests and priestesses in the kingdom, she began to make her move into the Palace. Catching the Pharaoh’s eye was easy enough for a woman who could perform rituals to remove the wear of the years. Though she was thirty-five and had given birth to a child when she first met the noble Pharaoh, she did not look any older than her mid-twenties. She seduced her way into the Palace and manipulated her way into the Pharaoh’s personal harem. After a year of serving the Pharaoh and become his most reliable harem slave, Osira ordered for the death of Queen Farah so that she could become Queen. She was exposed before her coronation.

Though she had fled the city and avoided the spears of the royal guardsmen, the most loyal followers of Set knew where to find her. Across the Nile and deep into the Theban Necropolis to where the sun had burned the shadows, the wicked priestess had desecrated the tomb of the late Queen Farah and transformed it into her own lair from which she commanded her forces still hiding in the dark places of Thebes. She knew that the Pharaoh would never think to hunt for her here among the tombs, especially not the royal tombs. The relics which she stole from the Pharaohs of past brought her great wealth, this wealth brought her a great army, this army would give her the Palace, the Palace would give her Thebes, and Thebes would give her all of Egypt. Of course, a woman could not be Pharaoh but Amenophis could.

Unfortunately for the wicked Osira, her precious key to power had other things on his mind on this night; the eve of his destiny. His mind had grown more and more clouded with thoughts of his childhood playmate, Taia, with each passing day that brought the siege closer. Taia was the kingdom’s beloved princess; daughter of Pharaoh Neferis and his beloved late Queen Farah. Though she was several years younger than Amenophis, she was the only person with whom he truly felt that he connected with. Despite this, he was never particularly kind to her. She was the one that he wanted as his queen when his mother finished her work; when she became Queen and killed the Pharaoh so that her son would take the reins. Amenophis viewed her as his slave and while he never held back on shouting at her or striking her when she had not done as he had told, he had always made sure that she was cared for. If he wounded her, he would dress it. If he made her cry, he would give her the respect of letting her have her space. He truly did care for her but he knew that she had to be trained to be one hundred percent subservient to him. If she was not, then she would be dangerous to him as Egypt’s beloved princess.

Now, however, he worked not to enslave her but to free her. It was dusk and the morning twilight would bring more than light and warmth with it. Osira’s forces would storm the city when the sun resurfaced and they had been ordered to kill everyone in the Palace. Amenophis had spoken out against his mother, tried to claim his ownership of the princess, and had been subject to the lashings of Osira’s overseer. His mother would not tolerate any form of insubordination, not even if it was from her own son. In truth, he didn’t hold it against her. The work that she was doing was as much for him as it was for her and even the smallest fault in their strategy could bring everything down around them. The answer this problem was simple. Taia would not be in the palace when the sun rose.

Amenophis knew that he was risking his life by setting foot back inside of Thebes but he would not allow Taia to die at the hands of his mother’s rebels. As far as he was concerned, she was his slave and always had been. He had even told her so often when he and his mother lived in the palace. It was the cost of his protection, he would always tell her. He would care for her, feed her, and protect her at the cost of her freedom. She was toy and he was her guardian whether she liked it or not.

The young sorcerer had set out at noon that day dressed in plain tan robes which wrapped about his body, hiding his unusual clothing. The hood was pulled up over his head to hide his fair and face as well. He looked like a commoner as he wove his way through Thebes’ streets that day, visiting the less savory of the city’s places as he gather supplies for the night’s endeavors. It would not be easy to get Taia out of the palace and to safety without being seen but he was willing to take the risk. If Taia could not be his queen then he did not want to be Pharaoh and if he would not be Pharaoh then his mother would have him killed. Without Amenophis, Taia would die tonight and without Taia, Amenophis would stare down the spear of his mother’s executioner.

As Amenophis wandered the now darkened halls of the Palace in search of Taia’s bed chambers, he couldn’t help but notice the lack of guards. The city loved their Pharaoh and most had forgotten about the looming threat of the traitor Priestess. He supposed that the recent period of prosperity and happiness had lulled Thebes into a false sense of security. Who would want to kill the man that gave the city so much? Sure, there were still guards in the Palace but not nearly as many as he had expected. The Pharaoh would die tomorrow. He simply didn’t have the manpower here to stop what was to come.

Amenophis --- Princess Taia​

 

[Rapedoll]

Taia grew up playing and running through the halls was of the palace. When ever she was around people seemed to delight in the little princess. She was not only the princess of her fathers kingdom she was also her fathers little princess. He would go to any expense to give her her hearts desire. But there was always one thing that he couldn't give her.

She was still young when her father banished Osira and Amenophis, too young to really understand what was going on. But Taia and Amenophis always had a special bond, she was still young and he was a bit older but she always looked up to him. She would fallow him around, sometimes he would push her away and be mean to her but when ever she would fall he would always be there to pick her up. He was the first one to teach her to ride a horse and when she didn't do it just right he never hesitated to slap her and show her the right way to do it. Taia never told anyone about how Amenophis treated her, especially her father, if her father ever knew someone raised a hand to his little princess he would have had them beheaded. Taia and Amenophis had a special bond, a dark bond and in her on way though she was quite young she loved Amenophis and would do anything for him. Sometimes he would call her his slave and she would giggle, then Amenophis would look at her and grab her by her long hair and make her get down on her knees in front of him.

Then one morning she ran to his room and he was gone without even saying good bye, she was heartbroken. Ever since that day Taia had carried Amenophis in her heart never speaking of it to anyone.

Over the years Taia had grown into a beautiful young woman that was loved by all, she had as many people if not more that where devoted to her just like her father. But deep inside she always longed for her dark childhood sweetheart.

 

[Irvine]

Though it had been years since Amenophis had last navigated through the inner workings of the great stone palace, he could recall every room. With the scarce positioning and patrolling of the Palace Guard, the dark prince’s only problem in his navigation was his own curiosity. He visited most of the rooms in the palace, dodging guards as he did so. Most of the Palace looked the same. The late queen had done most of the decorating when her husband was named Pharaoh and it seemed that Neferis had left everything as she had put it in some sorry attempt to honor her memory. Amenophis couldn’t help but chuckle at how the Pharaoh would respond if he knew that he and his mother were using Farah’s tomb as a point of power for their renegades.

It wasn’t until he had reached the final unexplored stretch of the Palace that Amenophis registered a problem. While most of the Palace seemed to be fairly undermanned, the Royal Hall was not so abandoned. The entrance to the Royal Hall was quite secure with its large wooden doors shut tight and two royal guards at post. Taia’s bedroom lied beyond those doors. If Amenophis wanted his princess then he would need to find some way to get through, preferably without confrontation. Without a royal seal, this would not be an easy task.

The dark prince adjusted his robes, making sure that they were secured tightly shut, before he stepped out from around his corner and into the sight of the two guards. They did not move or shout when the spotted him. This was good. It meant that they were not suspicious of him; not yet at least. Even when he approached them with clear intent of entering the Royal Hall, the stationed guardsmen remained quiet and vigilant. Perhaps they were expecting someone.

“I must demand passage into the Royal Hall,” Amenophis spoke in a calm and commanding tone as he approached the entranceway. Such bold proclamation spurred the guards into crossing their pikes across the doorway to bar his progression but the dark prince was all too familiar with Palace protocol. He knew there was one thing that would get him through without any further questions. “I demand that you allow me through,” he commanded again. “I have a message for Great Pharaoh Neferis regarding the Dark Priestess Osira.”

A look of mild shock overtook the guards and they uncrossed their pikes. The two silently stepped aside and pushed the doors open for their robed messenger but Amenophis was not about to get lucky enough to have his goals go unhindered. As he stepped through the doorway, one of the guards followed, leaving the other to stand watch while his friend accompanied the messenger. Needless to say, the dark prince wasn't prepared for this turn of events.

Fortunately for Amenophis, it seemed that even the Royal Hall’s guard had been limited after all. In the days when he had been here previously, there were two guards stationed at every door around the clock. Now, however, it was only the two at the main entrance. Perhaps it was because of Queen Farah that the Palace used to be a hypothetical barracks. It would make sense. She was always a little off; paranoid. Now that she was gone, so too were the extra guard.

Still, even though the hall was empty now, Amenophis had been forced into a position where he would have to do something about his escort. The man would just die in the morning if he did not die tonight anyway, but the dark prince had hoped that he would not have to kill. Killing produced bodies and bodies would raise awareness. With his original plan, Taia’s absence would not have been noticed until the morning at the time of the attack. If a guard’s body was found in the hall, that timeframe may very well be reduced to a matter of minutes.

He would need to be silent and efficient with his slaughter. Not a sound could be made if he wished to remain secret in his efforts and a flat out struggle with the armored and armed guardsman would make far too much noise. Amenophis had but one option.

Beneath his hood, the Sorcerer of Set’s eyes began to glow a gentle gold as he called upon the powers of the unforgiving desert god. Not but moments later, the guardsman following him slowed as though something were trying to hold him back and his breathing became labored. Amenophis did not so much as paused as the guard continued to slow, falling behind in the dark tunnel as some unseen power kept him silent and sucked the energy from his body until it was over. The dark prince was alone now in the Royal Hall as he left the dead guardsmen lying where he fell. Taia was all that mattered now and her bedroom was just ahead.

He was quiet as he made his way forward, knowing that his prize lay on the other side of this door. She was probably sleeping soundly, defenseless now that Amenophis had killed her only line of protection. That thought alone filled the dark prince with an unexplainable rage. How dare these worthless royal swine leave his beautiful slave so scarcely protected? It was an insult! They wanted her to be with someone else! They did not think that he was noble enough to own her after all that he had done for her!

That rage subsided as he began to gently push her door open. It didn’t matter what they wanted. All that mattered now was that Taia was alone and unguarded as her master penetrated the Palace walls and hunted her down. The next few moments were going to be Taia’s last moments of freedom. The moment that Amenophis laid a hand on her, she would return to her childhood enslavement permanently.

 

[Rapedoll]

The room was lit with the faint glow from the fire place casting a warm light around the room. The room itself still smelled like sweet cherry blossoms from the girls earlier bath. The room was nicely decorated with some of the best gifts from around the world, many of which where sent as gifts from other kingdoms friends of the Pharaoh.
Fine silks and satins covered the walls and windows creating a soft warm feeling. The room itself was fairly large consisting of it's own dressing and bathing chambers, another space was set with a small table with linens and a small couch should the princess want to entertaining friends. And there in the middle of the room lay a large canopy bed, draped with a shear silk drapes and laying inside a small silhouette of a young woman.

Taia had just gone to bed and was just about to fall into sleep when she heard the sound of a door open and close. She sat up in bed pulling the thick velvet comforter around her. " Who's there?" she asked. She could see a shadow moving across the wall and heading towards her bed. Who would be in her room at this hour of night? and where where her guards she wondered. She called out again.. her voice sounding soft and a little bit nervous " I asked who was there?" Then she saw the drapes on the bed blowing lightly as if a breeze was moving through the room.

 

[Irvine]

Amenophis froze for but a moment as the soft, melodious voice of the people’s princess graced his ears. He had not expected her to still be awake. In his mind, she was still the little girl that he once knew, not the budding young woman that she now was. He cursed at himself for not taking into account the extended curfew that the Pharaoh was sure to have bestowed upon her but he did not answer her first request. Instead, he moved along the walls, admiring the ornamental decorations of the bedroom.

She had such treasures here; treasures that were sure to mean a great deal to her. Cold as he was, the dark prince did have some deep-seeded compassion and love for his fallen princess. He would have to put a warding barrier on this room before they left; one that would not allow his mother’s soldiers to enter and pillage what belonged to his slave. The trinkets and decorations would make fantastic rewards for Taia when she began her new life as a slave after her Master was named Pharaoh. He could give her a new room in the Palace, a plain room with little more than a few cushions and a blanket to use as a bed. From there, she could earn her room back piece by piece. Yes, he liked that idea but before he did anything, he needed to make sure that his little playmate did not call for help.

“You will be silent,” he commanded firmly. “You will do exactly as I command or there will be consequences.” His voice would be next to unrecognizable to the young woman. It had been several years since she had last seen him, after all, and his voice had changed since then.

“Lie on your stomach and relax,” Amenophis spoke again as he neared the bed. There would be certain preparations that he felt he would need to make before trying to get Taia out of the Palace. Thank Set that he had thought to leave the burial compound early and do some shopping in the city before coming after his prize.

 

[Rapedoll]

She was startled by a voice she didn't recognize, and even more startled by somebody giving her orders. "And who is this that should give there princess orders?" she asked. "Do you not know who you are speaking to?" Although she hadn't recognized the voice there was something very firmilier about his tone he used with her.

"Perhaps I should call the guards," she said to the unknown intruder, as she turned to take the lamp off the night table and light it. The figure of a man was moving towards the bed but with the silk curtain drawn it was hard to make out any of his features. She was starting to grow nervous seeing as this person was still coming even after she threatened to call the guards. For she knew with the heavy doors of the palace that any noise she made would go unheard.

"And what if i roll over on the bed? do you intend to rob me?" she asked thinking perhaps it was a thief that had managed to slip past the guards.

 

[Irvine]

Amenophis could feel a spark of anger surge through him in response to Taia’s defiance toward him. It would seem that their time apart had given the Pharaoh ample opportunity to rebuild his daughter’s damaged psyche. The would-be prince expected absolute obedience from his slaves and Taia would not be given exception to this rule regardless of the past that the two shared; quite the contrary, really. If she could not do as she was told then she would be dangerous to him.

“Do as you’re told you spoiled little bitch,” the sorcerer growled out in a huff of frustration as he drew ever nearer to the bed. “Roll onto your stomach and put your hands behind your back. You will not be given another chance to cooperate unharmed.”

He was just outside of the silk curtain now, watching her shadow carefully to see if she obeyed. He found himself cursing the guards for putting him in a position such as this. If he hadn’t been followed then he would have more time but there was no telling when they would find the dead guard and when they did, the Palace would be up in arms. Because of this, his threats didn’t have half of the weight behind them that they would normally have. If he had all night to get Taia out, as he had planned, then he could spend quite some time here. Unfortunately, he was not pressed to escape but the princess didn’t need to know that.

 

[Rapedoll]

For some strange reason Taia did as the voice commanded. It seemed like a distant memory, that voice had a way of compelling her to obey, There had only been one person in her life that ever dared to talk to her like that and used to call her a spoiled little bitch. But that was so long ago it was just a distant memory.

Laying on her stomach with her hands on her back, " but who would want to harm there princess? Surely I have done nothing to offend you." She said to the shadow standing right outside her bed curtain.

 

[Irvine]

Amenophis did not answer Taia’s question. It was not her place to ask anything of her master and she would be reminded of this in time but right now all that mattered was getting her, and himself, out of the Palace and to the Temple of Set where they would be safe until after the attack.

The silk drapes parted as the dark prince pressed his way through the veil and pulled Taia’s sheets down far enough to expose her hands. He wasted no time in seizing the young princess’s wrists and holding them tightly together with just one of his much larger hands. Taia might notice that while he was holding her wrists firmly together in a vice-like grip, he was also pressing down on her back so that any efforts that she might make to squirm away from him would be about as helpful as trying to pull her wrists free.

Still he was silent as his free hand reached into his robes and pulled a length of rope from a small satchel that he’d hidden beneath them. Even worse for the young girl’s situation was the fact that his hood darkened his face in this lighting. She still could not tell who this man was and he was about to tie her hands behind her back.

 

[Rapedoll]

As far as Taia knew she didn't have any enemies nor for that matter did her father. And as the hooded stranger pulled back the curtains that draped her bed she couldn't imagine who would want to hurt her. Being a princess she wasn't used to having somebody speak to her like that. At least nobody had in a very long time.

As she laid on her belly felt the covers being pulled down around her. The night was a little chilly and the nightgown she wore offered little in the line of warmth, Her arms where bare showing her smooth silky white skin. The gown, though long going down to her ankles, gave her little protection as it was a delicate white cotton, The material itself was thin, so thin it was almost see through, and showed her soft gentle curves.

She felt strong hands grab her wrists and pull them behind her back while he quickly bound them together " please don't hurt me, " she whispered to the hooded figure. His weight was upon her holding her down. Taia was a petite girl standing at only 4'11" and weighing only 98 lbs so it wouldn't take much to over power her.

 

[Irvine]

A wicked grin slid across the would-be prince’s lips when he heard Taia’s soft voice beg for mercy. It was a sign that the little slave-in-training still lived and breathed within her maturing form. Still, it couldn’t be ignored that so much progress was likely to have been lost in his absence. The people’s princess had always gotten her way. She had been spoiled when they had met and perhaps that is why he wanted her. He could control the people if only he could control their angel.

If Taia had been hoping for the man to answer her pleas then she would be sorely disappointed. It was more fun for him to remain silent. It would allow Taia’s imagination to run wild with what he might want from her and what he might do to her. She could beg all she wanted but without an answer then she could have no reassurance that she would even still be alive in the morning.

Once her hands were firmly secured, the man’s hands parted ways. One slid up her back and pressed firmly down between her shoulders to keep her from squirming or getting up. The other moved in the other direction, gliding down over the small hump of her ass and down her leg until it reached the bottom of her nightgown. Once Amenophis had found the bottom of her gown, his hand began to trail back up her leg beneath the thin layer of cloth. The intruder didn’t shy away as he groped the young princess’s rump and thighs as he checked to see if she had worn any panties beneath her gown.

 

[Rapedoll]

Taia was terrified as the strong hand held her down, her heart was racing but she was hardly breathing as she was holding her breath in fear.

"Aaahhhh," she gasped, as one hand started moving down her shear nightgown and over her tight round butt. Her body jolted trying to move but the only hand was holding her firmly in place. Her relief was short lived as his hand kept moving down her legs, only to be shocked as she felt the hand now moving under her nightgown and up her silky thighs. The only thing between the intruders hands and her privets was the tiny cotton panties she wore under her gown.

"Don't touch me like that!" she said, as she struggled under the strong hand.. moving her ass from side to side trying to shake off the strangers hand. She couldn't imagine somebody touching her like that. She was so scared not knowing what this man was going to do, all she could think of was that he was going to rape her.

 

[Irvine]

Taia’s struggling coupled with the unmistakable fear in her voice both amused and aroused her unknown assailant. If Amenophis hadn’t been forced to kill his escort into the Royal Hall then he may have very well taken the time to molest and lay claim to his returning slave. Unfortunately, he had been forced to deal with an unforeseen circumstance and was now in a little bit more of a hurry. He knew that he had enough time to make sure that his job was done properly but he didn’t have time to fool around.

The hand that had slid beneath her gown grabbed the rim her panties and began to pull them down her legs. He was very pleased to see that she hadn’t gone to bed wearing just her gown. He had bought a handkerchief when he was in the city to use as a gag but the underwear straight off of her hips would be so much more demeaning.

The man was still silent as he removed her soft, cotton panties from beneath her gown. Surely this would only help to reinforce the young princess’s fears. Why would someone strip her of her panties if they didn’t intend to have their way with her soft, untouched body.

 

[Rapedoll]

She laid face down on the bed, gripped by fear, not knowing what to expect. and then she felt his hands on her hips his fingers wrapping around the thin material of her panties and tugging them down, " Hay! hay stop that!" she commanded. She was blushing profusely, nobody but her handmaidens had ever seen her naked before, and now at the hands of some hooded stranger that snuck into her room she was stripped of her panties.

She was struggling under him but her slight body was no match for the strong stranger as he easily held her down with one hand. Her protests soon muffled as her panties where stuffed in her mouth which both scared and humiliated her.

 

[Irvine]

With Taia being held down beneath his weight, removing her panties wasn’t a difficult process. Getting them into her mouth, however, was a bit of a chore. Though she had free range of movement with her neck to turn away from him and she had tried to keep her mouth shut tightly, the princess had lost once again. The very panties that she had been wearing only moments before were forced passed her lips and another length of rope was wrapped around her head and tied tightly to keep her from spitting them out.

“You have allowed your people’s love to blind you, princess,” the man finally spoke again as his right hand began to trail slowly back down Taia’s body. “You are a beautiful young woman with royal lineage and lovely voice. All you need to be the ideal slave is to be taught your place and how to please your master. Let us see just how much training you will need shall we?”

When Amenophis’ hand passed over Taia’s clothed rump once again, he took only a moment to pause and grope her through her nightgown before his hand continued down her legs once again. Just as before, his hand slid beneath her gown and traced over her skin until he had reached her most delicate of places. His hand forced its way between her thighs and a single finger penetrated her virgin flower without ceremony until he found what it was that he was searching for; the thin barrier that marked her innocence.

 

[Rapedoll]

"mmppphhhh leffreee rrrooo!" she screamed into the gag. Her head was shaking from side to side as the unknown stranger held her down.

She reeled back against the intruders hand.. her legs trying to kick him as she felt his hand sliding once again under her gown.. only this time she didn't even have the protection of a thin pair of panties as her's where now stuffed in her mouth. She was shocked when her unknown assailant referred to her as a slave. How dare he, nobody had ever called her a slave except.............

She was shocked out of her thoughts as she felt his hands reaching for her privets and as his fingers brushed then tender pink lips of her unspoiled woman hood she let out a loud scream, unfortunately for her the scream was all but lost behind the gag in her mouth.
She squeezed her warm thighs tightly around the intruders hand but he easily parted her legs. And then she screamed again, tears filling her eyes as she felt him pushing a finger past her soft outer lips and pushing it inside her tightly closed vagina.

 

[Irvine]

The would-be prince reveled in the anguish of his childhood playmate as she struggled beneath him and screamed into her gag. The fact that she was still a virgin didn’t surprise him in the least given her royal status but it was still something that he had wanted to check for the sake of certainty. The fact that she was immensely distressed by his probing finger was just a wonderful bonus.

“Such a good little girl you are, Princess,” the man praised her as he pulled his finger from her tender pink lips and his hand from between her legs. “You could have any man in all of Egypt and beyond but you saved your purity for your master. I will enjoy taking it from you but I am afraid that we are rather short on time. The Royal Guard have proved troublesome in my plans here tonight.” At last, Taia would feel the intruder’s invasive hands leave her body completely. She was no longer being fondled nor was she even being held in place as the robed man stood over her bed.

“Lie still,” he commanded as he turned back toward her bedroom door and started to walk away from the bed. A magical barrier would need to be placed upon the bedroom door if Amenophis wished to preserve Taia’s bedroom and keep it safe from his mother’s thugs. It would take another sorcerer to dispel the protective enchantment and fortunately for Taia, Amenophis himself was the only sorcerer in Osira’s band of usurpers. The powers of a sorcerer were different from those of the more common priests and priestesses that served the pantheon of the gods. In fact, their powers seemed to be completely opposite to one another like the two ends of a magnet. For this reason, sorcery was viewed as a practice of demonic beings and was outlawed in the kingdom of Egypt.

 

[Rapedoll]

Closing her eyes she breathed a sigh of relief, her heart still pounding but was starting to slow down now that the intruders hands where off her.

Her eyes snapped open, and she crinkled her eyebrows. Did he just say he was her Master? She mumbled into her gag, Although she couldn't be understood behind the gag it was apparent that what she was saying was not very nice.

She could see him moving towards the door, the door started to take on a kind of soft glow and she realized that he was putting some kind of barrier upon the door.
But how could that be? The only ones that could do that would be a sorcerer, but there weren't any sorcerer around here. They where all outlawed and banished, but then again it was against the law to brake into the palace and the princess room at that. Where did this man come from, she wondered as she laid still on the bed watching him.

Then a new fear started to creep over her, Why would be be putting a barrier on the door?

 

[Irvine]

When Amenophis reached the doorway, he placed his hands flat against the surface of the large wooden door. His eyes drifted shut and his focus turned toward the barrier spell that he had utilized many times in recent years to cover his tracks from not only the Pharaoh’s Egypt but also from Osira’s usurpers. The wooden gate began to glow with a very soft golden light as the dark prince recited the chant for the sealing ritual. A sealing ritual was not a complex spell but Amenophis had developed his own signature sealing technique. What should have taken him mere seconds consumed nearly two minutes of his limited time. As the spell neared completion, the outline of the door began to glow a bright blue, almost as if a streak of lightning was trying to force its way in from the hallway outside. Then, only a second later, all was calm and dark once more.

The sealing was complete. No mortal being would be able to open Taia’s bedroom door without removing the seal and even another sorcerer would not be able to take down the would-be prince’s barrier without knowing the special signature worked into the magical lock. Amenophis had planned to use the tunnels beneath the prison chambers to smuggle Taia out of here but his earlier exploration revealed an increase in guard activity and he knew that he would never be able to just walk out of here with the princess over his shoulder without a fight. The dark prince was faced now with a difficult choice.

“I have good news for you, Princess,” the man spoke as he turned away from the door and began to move back towards the bed. “Your father’s guards have created quite the little problem. Getting into the palace might have been easy but getting out with another body will prove to be quite the problem. We will spend the night here safe behind my barrier. Even if the dead guard’s body is discovered, no one will be able to enter that door unless I take down the barrier.”

As the stranger reached her bedside once again, he pushed the veil of curtains aside and ran his fingers through her soft raven hair as if he was inspecting her. It was an almost affectionate gesture hidden underneath a guise of sadistic appraisal. “Osira’s army will be here in the morning to seize the Palace. We’ll just have to wait until they have control to leave.”

 

[Rapedoll]

Osira, Her mind reeled, she was still quite young when Osira was driven from the palace, But she remembered how Osira had tried to trick her father and take over the palace. Osira, had never cared much for the princess and at times would treat her cruelly when her father wasn't around, but when her father, the Pharaoh, was around she would act so sweet and kind. Sometimes when nobody was around Osira would push her and knock her down, but when her father would ask, Osira would just say the girl was clumsy and had just fallen and hurt herself. Many times when her father was away Taia would take refuge tagging along with Amenophis.

Coming here now? An army! She must tell her father, she thought.

But who was this man? and what did he want with her? was she to be held ransom? Kidnapped and used as leverage to gain control?

 

[Irvine]

The would-be prince cursed himself repeatedly for trapping himself in such a situation. He prided himself on his militaristic strategy and his magical prowess but here he was trapped like a rat within the Palace. He would never be able to avoid all of the guards while carrying or pulling Taia along with him and his planned escape route was had been heavily fortified in his absence from the Palace. Of course, every curse must be accompanied by a blessing to balance out the cosmic forces of the world and this little problem was no different. Trapped as he may be, he was trapped with his prize.

That hand that had been running fingers through Taia’s hair closed around a handful of her raven locks and yanked her head back with a harsh tug. What did he care if he was being a little too rough on the spoiled little princess? No one would hear her scream or cry out for help through the thick stone walls of the castle and even if they could, the gag would not allow the princess to scream anyway. Bound and gagged, the young woman was little more than a warm, soft doll in the hands of her captor.

“We have such a long night ahead of us, my spoiled little bitch,” the man whispered with a promising tone as he held her head as far back as it would go. “We have so much pampering to undo and training to be done. Tell me, princess, do you know your place?”

Taia would not be warning her father as she wished. She would not even be seeing the outside of her bedroom walls until after the attack. All she would see before the morning’s light would be the darkness of the night and the silhouetted shapes against the moonlight. Taia’s fate had been sealed the moment that Amenophis had slipped into her bedroom. She stood no chance of escaping him from that point and not that her hands were bound and her mouth gagged, she was a living plaything to be subjected to anything that her dark prince desired.

 

[Rapedoll]

Taia screamed as his hand pulled her head back by the hair so hard it brought tears to her eyes.
Her slender body squirmed against the ropes as they dug into her wrists. Her heart raced as he pressed his lips up against her ear whispering almost like a lover with a sadistic tone.

She was shaking her head trying to get out of the intruders grip " I am not your bitch," she mumbled behind muffled lips, Her words barely discernible behind the gag. " Let go of me!" she screamed.

 

[Irvine]

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you,” the dark stranger answered the muffled sounds of his bound princess. It wouldn’t have mattered what Taia said. He couldn’t understand her through the gag but that was the entire point. No matter what she said, he would hear what he wanted to hear.

Despite Taia’s cries being muffled and distorted by her own cotton panties, she got one of her wishes though it came at a cost. Amenophis shoved Taia’s face down into her pillow with another harsh jerk of her hair. At first, the princess might have thought that this stranger was trying to suffocate her with her own bed dressings but that thought would be proven incorrect when the hand in her hair released its hold.

Any relief that Taia might be feeling about this turn of events would be short lived; that hand would not stay off of her for long and would connect back to her form with violent resolve. After releasing his hold upon Taia’s scalp, Amenophis rose his hand high in the air and brought it back down across the princess’s ass with more force than her father had ever used when disciplining her.

“Your place is at my feet,” the stranger stated with a raised voice that wasn’t quite a shout. He needed to make sure that Taia could hear him through her inner screams. “Your place is on your knees before your master and your duty is whatever I command of you. You no longer have the freedom that you did hours ago. You’re little more than a plaything now. You are my toy, my slave, and my bitch. You live to serve me, Princess Taia, for you will name me your lover tomorrow before a broken Thebes and make me Pharaoh.”

 

[Rapedoll]

When the hooded stranger let go of her hair she turned her head on her pillow gasping for air... her heart pounding with fear in her chest. Then came the loud SMACKK as he brought his hand down on her tender ass. The only thing between his hand and her ass was the thin cotton of her nightgown which offered her little protection as the stranger hand came down hard against her ass.

Her body jerked up, arching the upper part of her body up off the bed as she screamed through the gag, tears raining down her cheeks as the creamy white skin of her ass turned beet red under her gown. The warm heat from her stinging ass radiating through the shear material of her gown. She was crying and shaking her had, " Nooooo!" as this crazy stranger was saying that she would make him pharaoh.

 

[Irvine]

Amenophis couldn’t help but feel a sadistic sense of satisfaction as his childhood ‘friend’ writhed beneath his hand and his words. In the beginning, it had been amusing to be an unknown force looming over his unsuspecting victim but now he could not help but feel as though it was time to make Taia aware of whom she was dealing with. He would be spending the night here with her, after all. She would find out eventually and the thrill of the stranger was wearing off.

“You belong to me now, Princess Taia, but I suppose that you really always have,” the robed man said as he climbed into the bed and straddled himself above Taia’s thighs. Both of her legs were between his own, trapping her so that she could not turn over. She was even more trapped now than she had been before with his hand on her back. Her mouth was gagged, her hands bound, and now her legs were trapped. She couldn’t even roll over now if she wanted.

“Tell me, Princess. Who have you always imagined would take your precious virginity? How did you imagine that it would be taken? Did you imagine it happening here in the bed of your childhood?” As the robed man continued to ask questions that he knew that she could not answer, he began to peel out of those robes.

Taia’s dear friend had changed quite a lot in his time away from her. He was taller and older, of course, just as she was but he was much older than her; her thirteen years cowering beneath his twenty-two years. Jewelry and tattoos decorated the right side of the young man, giving him an asymmetrical design. His right ear was pierced with one bar, two studs, and three hoops. The side of his right eye and cheek were tattooed with the shining rays of the sun god Ra and his right eyebrow was pierced with two hoops of its own. Another hoop rested in the right corner of his bottom lip. Around his neck was an ankh necklace and another ankh was tattooed into his right shoulder. All of his jewelry was silver as opposed to the traditional gold of Egyptian royalty.

His clothing beneath those robes was far from traditional. They seemed to be customized tailoring from the northern states of Europe. Perhaps Osira had found loyalties there who did not like the isolationism that Taia’s father had cast over Egypt.

The most drastic and unnatural change would have been his hair. Once a lustrous raven black that matched Taia’s almost identically, his hair now boasted lightning blue highlights. It was a side-effect of becoming so attuned to the arcane workings of the gods. Many sorcerers developed some form of signature that separated them from the populace.

The moment that Amenophis pulled the robes from his form, he cast them aside onto the floor and pressed both of his hands against Taia’s shoulders to keep her pinned beneath him. He wasn’t quite ready to be seen just yet. He was interested to see how Taia would react if she thought that he might be naked on top of her.