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The Pharaoh's Princess (Irvine and Rapedoll)

With him now sitting on her thighs she could do little more then kick her feet like a three year old having a temper tantrum. Her face was bright red, blushing as he asked her such personal questions. The fact was she had had such fantasies, but that's all they where just fantasies. But even if she didn't have the gag in her mouth she certainly wouldn't tell this stranger that broke into her room.

Shocked terror went through her when she saw his cloths start falling on the floor beside the bed and she realized he was undressing. Oh My God, she thought.. he wouldn't be getting naked on top of me would he... She was both horrified and repulsed at the thought of not only a naked man, but a naked man on top of her.
 
The truth of the matter was that Amenophis had removed only the robes and did not plan on removing anything else; not yet at the very least. Of course, Taia had no way of knowing that the man atop her still had any clothing on, let alone just who he was.

“I want to thank you, Princess,” the man spoke as his hands shifted further up along her back until they were both around Taia’s neck. His thumbs rested along either side of her spine and his fingers danced along the front of the young woman’s throat in a playfully threatening motion. That was all it was; a threat. No real pressure was present in his grasp. “I want to thank you for saving your virtue for me. I will be honored to be the one to take those dreams away from you and make them my reality.”

With every word, the thrill of being the robed stranger faded. Before, when he was silent, Taia’s mind was free to rattle with anything and everything that might happen to her. Now that he was speaking and making Taia’s ordeal a personal matter he could not help but feel as though he wanted her to know whom she was dealing with. She was his, after all, and did not want her to be thinking of anyone else.
 
Her struggles all but ceased when she felt his hands slide around her neck .. they where gentle but firm she thought for sure he was going to strangle her in her own bed.

She listened as the man spoke to her, her head reeling with all kinds of thoughts. Thoughts of her father and the coming siege, and of this man that had broken into the palace and her room and now had her held prisoner in her own room. A place that always felt safe to her and now was her prison. And thoughts of her childhood crush although he had been much older then her, she had always dreamed of one day being his, but those where just childhood dreams, but still the way this man made her think about her desires and the fear that now he was going to take them all away made her think of Amenophis.

And the way this man talked to her .. his voice was different and that of a stranger, but the words he used and his attitude made her think of him all the more. Amenophis was the only one that ever called her his slave and he was the only one that would ever raise a hand to her, it wouldn't have been unlike him to have spanked her much as this stranger had done.

And now as she lay crying on her bed, this strange man sitting on top of her threatening to take her dreams of ever being with Amenophis away from her. She knew they where just silly dreams and Amenophis was way to old for her and would never want someone like her she hated the fact of losing those dreams to this unknown assailant.
 
Pressure was slowly and steadily placed around the Princess’s neck. It would invariably become harder for the young woman to breathe but even this pressure was gentle and careful. Her assailant was listening to her sobs and feeling for her breath with his fingers along her windpipe. Not even for an instant did Amenophis completely disable his captive’s ability to breathe but the ability was there. It was a far more firm warning; a motion to tell Taia that he could end her at any moment if he wished. Luckily for Taia, that was the exact opposite of the purpose that brought him here tonight.

“You are mine, Princess Taia,” the man’s voice cut coldly through the night air as he choked her in that gentle way. “Your freedom is gone, torn from under your father’s nose to be waved in front of all of Egypt. Your dreams are mine to control, to shatter, and to fulfill as I see fit on my whims. Your body is no longer your own. It is my toy. You are a plaything for me to use as I see fit and a slave who will serve me how and when I desire.”

“My mother’s armies will be here in the morning and the Palace will be seized in her name. You, as the Princess, will be the only one with the power to keep her off of the throne by naming me as your lover before all of Thebes. If you want to honor the lives of those who will die with the morning’s light then you will accept your place beneath me.”

There, in his declaration, Amenophis had given Taia the key to his identity if she could still think straight enough to hear it. ‘My mother’s armies…’ It had not been a slip of the tongue. He wanted her to know just who held her life in his hands but to simply state his name would have been far less fun.
 
She felt his hand tighten around her throat, she thought for sure this stranger was going to choke the life out of her right here in her own bed. ... her heart was pounding.. she could feel it pulsing against his fingers as they wrapped around her delicate neck.

and here he was calling her a slave again which both infuriated her and frightened her at the same time...
Her heart froze.. what did he just say? His mother... but it couldn't be! Her stomach tied up in knots .. it couldn't be! surely it must be so kind of trick, he must be reading her mind it couldn't be ...Amenophis!! her heart pounded even faster, but it didn't sound like him...

Her struggles where renewed as she tried to turn her head so she could see the stranger.. but his strong hands where still holding her by then neck making it impossible to see his face.
 
All of a sudden, the dark prince suddenly found himself trying to tear apart Taia’s mind. Was she struggling beneath him out of fear of being choked to death or had she picked up on his little hint? Both certainly seemed quite likely given their time apart. Amenophis knew that he had changed but his feelings for Taia never faded. Unfortunately for the infatuated princess, her object of affection had not had a typical childhood before they had met. Enslavement, to him, was akin to love and affection.

Using his grip on Taia’s neck as leverage, Amenophis shoved the princess’s face back down into her pillow once again in an attempt to stop her desperate struggling. “I will not tolerate this rebellion, Taia,” the stranger growled as he forced her down. “I will let it slide this time given the circumstances if you cease this second.”
 
She mumbled something behind the gag in her mouth as he held her face against the pillow.
Her heart was pounding, her mind was trying to put the pieces together everything was telling her this was Amenophis, but how could it be. She hadn't seen him in so many years could he have really changed that much.

She stopped struggling and laid still while she felt the stranger holding her down, his hands felt so strange but so firmilure at the same time. When lessened his grip she turned her head to the side gasping for air. She said his name but with her panties in her mouth used to gag her her words where mere mumbles.

Her body was tingling at the thought that his could be him, that after all this time he had really come for her, but then why was he hiding from her if it was really him. A new terror started to fill her, If his really was Amenophis that that meant what he said about his mothers army was true and if she over took the palace she hated Taia and would probably order her killed. Would Amenophis really let his mother kill her?
 
Though Amenophis allowed his captive to turn her head and gasp for air, his hands did not stray far from their positions. The hand toward the direction which Taia turned to gasp for breath in remained locked on her neck now that it had easy access to her throat. The other went once again for her hair but this time he did not pull. She had, after all, obeyed.

“That’s a good little girl,” that strange but familiar voice praised as Taia did as she was instructed. “In fact, I believe that you deserve a reward for being such an obedient little girl so far this evening. I’ll even allow you to pick your reward from two choices. I’ll either let you roll back over onto your back or I will take those pesky panties out of your mouth. Kick your feet if you want to roll over or lean your head back and push against my hand if you want me to take those out of your mouth. Keep in mind that they’ll go right back in if you scream.”
 
When she was just a little girl, and Amenophis and his mother moved into the palace, Taia had no idea about his up bringing, Not that at that age she would have understood about such things as slaves. Sure they had slaves round the palace, but they where never mistreated, at least not as far as she had seen. Her father the Pharaoh had always sheltered the princess from such atrocities.

She always had stars in her eyes when it came to Amenophis even though he was normally quite cruel to her. He never hesitated from hitting her or slapping her, but that only made her try harder to be around him. Sometimes it would almost seem like he enjoyed making her cry and when she would run to her room in tears throwing herself down on her bed crying, he would always come in a short time later and sit at the edge of her bed stroking her hair and trying to sooth her. Much as this stranger was doing now. As the stranger started stroking her hair it had a furmilure calming effect.

She was becoming more and more convinced with each passing second that it was really Amenophis. She laid still underneath him, listening to every word he said. If it was him, she really wanted to see his face once again, It had been more then 5 yrs since the last time she saw him. Her heart raced at the prospect of seeing him once more, she had given up any hope of seeing him again,when him and his mother where banished from the palace.

But she also wanted to get the humiliation of the panties out of her mouth and speak to him, and ask him if his name was Amenophis, but if she could speak without seeing him would this stranger tell her the truth. ugggg! what was she to do, see or speak.

Finally she lifted her head and kicked her feet at the same time in frustration.
 
When Taia began to throw her frustrated little tantrum, the shadowed man tightened both his grip on her throat and her raven locks. How dare she? She was being shown a shred of mercy and compassion and she greets her gift with a request for more? So much work had been undone by her father. Pharaoh Neferis had completely washed away the stains of his daughter’s training and turned her back into a spoiled child.

“You spoiled little bitch,” the man resting atop her spoke with a slightly raised voice. “I offer you relief for one of your senses and a shred of freedom to select what you wish and you demand both! You will learn to be grateful for every little taste of freedom that I allow you starting now. You will not be given either of your rewards now. In fact, you’ve lost your right to be clothed.”

The man’s strong and firm hands disappeared from Taia’s neck and hair only for her to feel them upon her shoulder, gripping for the rim of her delicate nightgown. The familiar stranger jerked at the gown and the room filled with the sounds of ripping fabric. His hands then moved down her back and repeated the motion; another jerk and another rip. No matter how much Taia might struggle or scream into her gag, her captor would not stop until her nightgown was in shreds and cast aside with his own robes. Her panties were already inside of her mouth and if she happened to be wearing any breast support, that too would be torn from her and cast aside.
 
"AAhhhh mmppphhhh" she screamed into the gag, tears coming to her eyes as the man brutally yanked her head back by her hair. His fingers tightening around her delicate neck leaving marks from his fingers.

With him sitting on her back and her hands tied behind her she could do little more then thrash helplessly under him as the sound of ripping material filled her room. Her robe being ripped from her body, her skin was soft as silk and as pure as milk completely unmarked, except for her to rosy ass cheeks from where the stranger had spanked her. " Noo! Stop it!" she screamed into the gag but her words where mumbled and almost unheard behind her panties. She was crying, scared and humiliated, nobody had ever seen her naked body before. That was to be saved for her future husband.
 
The moonlight that drifted through the princess’s bedroom window gave the now nude princess a look of powerful mysticism. In the silvery rays of the full moon, Taia’s raven hair glistened as if it were made of onyx, her copper skin appeared to hold the hue of unrefined gold, and the rosy print upon her small ass was all but invisible which made her look completely unmarred. Nude, bound, gagged, and helpless, Taia had never looked more beautiful to the young sorcerer as she did right now and his body was reacting to her.

Knowing that the object of his desire was finally within his grasp and laying nude beneath him was exciting the young sorcerer’s lust. As his manhood stiffened, the dark prince shifted atop his princess as he readjusted himself and tried to ease the discomfort of having his growing erection trapped within his cotton pants. Fortunately or Taia, the shifting would reveal to her naked skin that her captor was not nude. Unfortunately for Amenophis, he knew that his discomfort would only be stifled if he removed his pants. His pants were heavy-knit and not the most flexible of material. They were little more than a cloth prison to his ten inch member when excited.

Controlling his lust in this situation would be a trialing endeavor for the young master but he knew that if he took her now, he would regret it later. He had thought about this day for several years and he had plans for the young princess’s first time. He could not allow himself to take those plans from himself but there were always other ways that he could sate his physical desires if he simply could not fight it.

“The next time that I am feeling generous enough to offer you even the tiniest taste of freedom then I advise you to not throw a little tantrum over it,” Amenophis scolded the crying princess. “Have you become such a spoiled little bitch that you do not appreciate your situation? Here’s a lesson that you had better learn quickly, Taia. Every little freedom and luxury that you have been pampered into believing is your right as princess is now nothing more than a privilege as a slave. If I do not want you to speak then you will not be allowed to speak. If I do not wish you to be free to move then you will be chained. If you anger me then I will take away your clothes or your bed. If I see fit then I will take away any small freedom that I wish. Savor the ones that I allow you.”
 
As the stranger shifted his weight, Taia felt a little relief when she felt the rough fabric of his pants rub against her delicate skin. Her relief short lived as he started to scold her like she was some kind of child.

She still wasn't sure who she was dealing with, at least not for certain, If she had she may have acted differently. She was scared, and furious, how dare this stranger brake into the palace and into her room invading her privacy, not only that but then he assaulted her, tied her up, and stripped her naked and touched her in ways that nobody was supposed to.

In a fit of anger she thrashed violently under him, kicking her feet and shaking her head back and forth rubbing her face against the pillow and knocking the gag partially out of her mouth.

"Amenophis! If that is you get off of me this instant!" She shouted at the stranger out of breath from her little outburst.
 
The young sorcerer had never been as angry toward his little servant princess as he was right then. Not only had she defied him in the action of working her gag from her lips but she went so far as to address him by name and make demands of him. Such rebellion could not be allowed to go ignored. Humiliation seemed to be a fairly effective means of controlling her at first but now she had nothing left to be ashamed of. She was naked beneath him and there was little more he could do to bring the flush of shame to her cheeks. Perhaps he could control her with fear.

“It saddens me to see that you have slipped so very far from my control, Taia,” the man atop her spoke in a surprisingly calm manner. “I suppose that I will simply have to fulfill one of your darkest desires to reclaim my place as your master and lover.”

Perhaps the most unsettling thing about the man’s reaction to her outburst was the lack of physical assault. In fact, his hands had not touched her since she was stripped. If that weren’t bad enough, Taia couldn’t fully turn to see who this man was or what he was doing.
 
She felt the firmilure flutter of butterflies in her stomach once again. .. his control? reclaim? Master/lover? She froze, Who else could it possibly be?

"Amenophis, is that you? please tell me that's you." she asked. Her voice was soft and different then the demanding tone that she had just a few moments before. She had stopped struggling and when he stopped speaking all she could hear was the pounding of her heart in her chest.

The fact that the man was so quiet was really unnerving to the young princess.
 
The silence hung so thickly in the atmosphere of the bedroom that it was nearly tangible around the two childhood companions. Yes, it was Amenophis, but Taia would not be receiving the assurance that she so desperately wanted; not in the form of a direct answer at least. Amenophis, in his own eyes, had died of heartbreak when the Pharaoh tore him from the one person with whom he connected. This new being, as he viewed himself, shared all of the past experiences of the one that the princess swooned for so very often and even had the same feelings for Taia that is ‘past life’ had held but he did not view himself as that same man. He could not bring himself to simply give her the ‘yes’ that she desired.

The silence would finally be broken by the soft sound of the man’s coat falling to the floor as it was cast aside. It was now painfully clear where his hands had been. Now that Taia was nude, this intruder was stripping himself as well, though in a much more calm and sensible manner than he’d used when tearing the gown from the young princess.

“Do you remember the first time that I snuck into your bedroom?” The question was asked not seconds after the jacket was cast aside. Perhaps Amenophis could keep Taia focused on a conversation so that she would not panic from the sounds of his clothing being removed. “You were much more comfortable with me being here then. You didn’t scream and you didn’t cry. I don’t even think that you were frightened of me at all as I forced you down on your little bed and asserted my claim over you.”
 
The room was silent except for the sound of his cloths falling to the floor and his voice.
She closed her eyes a soft whimper passing her lips. Her heart fluttered as she nodded, her mind racing back to a different time.

Amenophis and his mother had been living in the palace about 6 weeks. She had been so infatuated with the new older boy that whenever her father the Pharaoh wasn't around she would always be hanging around his room. At first he would chase her off but soon he seemed to tolerate her constant fallowing him around. Soon she wouldn't even have to knock on his door anymore instead he would be standing there waiting for her with his hands on his hips asking her what took her so long and that she had kept him waiting.

She used to weight on him hand and foot doing almost anything he asked. Sometimes he would be mean to her as if he enjoyed her squirming under him, it got to the point where she would almost be craving it and would tempt his anger just for his attention. She never told anybody about the times he would hit her or hurt her, she would always make sure the bruises where well hidden and she always assumed that was just the price she had to pay to be his.

Yes she remembered that day so very long ago, It had been a warm spring day, the first real warm day of spring.
Amenophis had been in a particularly bad mood that day for some unknown reason and she tempted fate just a little bit to much when she had angered him by spilling water all over one of the new spells he had been working on for days, yes he was studding sorcery even back then. She had run to the safety of her room and locked the door, but a few moments latter Amenophis opened the door and walked in as if it wasn't even locked, That was the day he laid claim over her.

"Yes i remember that day." she said softly
 
The study of sorcery had never crossed the dark prince’s mind until he had been cast from the Kingdom of Egypt. Perhaps Taia had gotten her memories confused with another incident, another playmate, or another study. Her dark master would have never been so foolish as to practice an outlawed school of power within the palace walls.

“If you remember that day as you claim then certainly you know that I will not tolerate this nasty little attitude of yours.” Though his voice held a hidden threat, his tone was still calm and gentle. He knew that this tone had always been unnerving to the young woman; nothing good ever followed. He should be shouting. He should be striking her. Instead, he was calm, confident, and collected. He had decided her punishment and she would not get out of it, whatever it was. Fortunately for Taia, he only meant to frighten her.

“You should consider yourself to be a very lucky young woman, Taia. Not many women get to experience their secret desires.” Another ruffle of clothing was hidden by the young man’s speech. He was now topless atop his younger slave, save for his mesh sleeves and gloves. “This was how you wanted to lose that precious purity, right? With a dark figure from your past pinning you down on your bed and ravaging your tight little body while you cry and scream out for help that will never come?” A sadistic chuckle rumbled from his throat as he removed his sleeves. It had been a rhetorical question.

“Why am I asking you? You are just a lowly little slave now. It is up to your master to tell you what to think now and I am fairly certain that this is how you have always wanted this night to go. The only thing that we’re missing is the pointless begging for mercy.”
 
She laid still beneath him, her heart racing in her chest. He had more or less admitted he was
Amenophis but instead of calming the young princess it filled her with even greater fear then if it had been a stranger. She had seen first hand how cruel he could be when he was angered, perhaps crueler then he would have been if it where some stranger. After all it was that cruel streak for some reason that seemed to draw her even closer to him when she was younger, but that was so very long ago.

Her slender body was shaking under him. All doubt had been pushed out of her mind, this was him, she was sure it was him, she couldn't believe after all these years he had finally come back for her. He had always said she was his slave and he would never let her go, but after all this time she had come to think he had forgotten her.
His voice sent shivers through her body, she was going through a mix of emotions. She was thrilled that he had finally come back for her, to reclaim what he had laid claim to so long ago, and what had happened to him in there years apart, had he become harder, more cruel then before? and what would he do with her now that he had her back again?

"Please Master," she said, her voice sounding soft and genuinely afraid of him, "please don't hurt me," she said as she laid shaking under him.
 
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