Bound: Slave to the Pharaoh

by Chera Zade

  Chapter 3

  The palace bustled with activity. I had commandeered my handmaidens to help in packing my things for my journey to Egypt. I was excited but dreading it at the same time.

  Despite the busyness, my mind still wandered often to the scene of the couple in the storage room. Since that event, I stroked myself nearly every night, bringing that sweet sensation back. Just thinking about it caused me to long for night, when I could be alone.

  I watched the women pack my dresses. They were made of fine silk and linen. I admired the colors and the jewelry and beadwork that adorned many of them. I had heard that in Egypt, everyone wore white clothes. How boring. I hoped that wasn’t the case.

  I tried to get information about Egypt from the inhabitants of the palace. All I got were blank stares. Maybe someone in the traveling caravan had been to Egypt? I hated the unknown. I tried to calm myself.

  For the hundredth time, I wondered if the Pharaoh would like me. Would I become one of his favored ones? Or be forgotten among the rest of his harem? I realized there was little hope of becoming his wife. I’d be a foreigner after all. From what I had gathered, Egyptians viewed foreigners with suspicion. My hands grew cold, and I rubbed them together.

  I sat morosely as the women among me chatted gaily, admiring my fine clothes. To distract myself, I reached for a box of jewelry and picked through the pieces. I held out a gold bracelet with a jade stone. I would take that. Another gold bracelet with dangling images of gods went into my bag. Three pairs of earrings and two necklaces rounded out the total going on the journey to my new country.

  A knock at the door caught my attention. A slave opened it, and Ahmed stood at the entry. My heart clenched.

  “Let him enter,” I ordered.

  He walked in; the muscles in his shoulders and chest had grown since I saw him last. The black fuzz he’d tried to pass off as a moustache had filled in. I pointed to the garden. Three of the girls whispered with smiles of approval while glancing at his form as he strode across the room. He was no longer the gangly kid I’d played with in the palace.

  We sat on cedar chairs under the cool shade of a cypress tree. My heartbeat sped up as I played with my hair.

  Ahmed’s brows furrowed, and he shifted his feet as he kept his gaze on them.

  My throat tightened. I tried to speak, but no words came.

  At last he spoke. “I heard you are going away. I will miss you.”

  My eyes misted, and a ball formed in my throat. I cleared my throat. “I will miss you too, Ahmed.”

  I saw the longing in his gaze and I had to turn away, otherwise I’d throw myself into his arms. My hands clenched the linen dress that suddenly became too warm.

  “Remember when we used to climb this tree?” Ahmed pointed to an old cypress tree. I grinned.

  “Yes, and my nurse scolded me, saying that girls shouldn’t climb trees.” I laughed. He nodded with a smile.

  “You did things most girls wouldn’t do. I always thought you were the bravest girl I have ever met.” He turned, his soulful eyes gazing into mine. “You still are.”

  My heart stopped for a moment. “I’m not brave. I’m terrified of this journey and the life awaiting me. This is what my father wants, and I am obeying him.”

  I jumped when he took my hand. “I wish you didn’t have to go.”

  My eyes blinked back the tears. “I wish the same. But I have to go.”

  He nodded. “I understand. I’m sorry that we never got a chance.”

  My gaze turned to his handsome face. The symmetrical planes came together, giving him a look that must be how gods appear.

  How I longed to embrace him and kiss him hard. But we couldn’t. There were too many people here. It was forbidden. My heart jumped in my throat as if it’d strangle me.

  We stood up and walked together to the door. We said our goodbyes, a silent longing in both our eyes.

  After he left, my chest hurt so much from the ache. I went to the main garden to sit by my favorite pond.

  Regret filled my heart. Now I’d never get to fulfill my fantasy of making love with Ahmed. I was sure it would have been wonderful. Life was so unfair. Tears threatened to fall. I knew I should be grateful. I was luckier than most women. Admonishing myself, I remembered the things I should be grateful for. I grew up in a fine palace, had attendants and fine clothes and jewelry. As much as I wanted. Despite my efforts, the sadness remained. None of that mattered now.

  Sitting up, I gazed at a songbird that had alighted on a nearby branch. I had to stop acting like a spoiled child and accept my fate. Tomorrow I’d be leaving with the caravan to Egypt. My finger trailed into the pond water and three small fish rose up, thinking I had food with me. How I wished I was someone else. Just for a short time. I turned up to the sky that was shifting toward late afternoon. With a sigh, I got up and headed to my room for a final night in my childhood home.

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  I rested in the wagon pulled by two camels. A cover shielded the sun and curtains hid me from prying eyes. The ride bumped up and down and my bottom grew sore, despite the myriad of pillows that surrounded me. After two days of travel, the novelty had worn off. I’d stare through the curtains at the barren scenery. The further away from my country we got, the sparser the vegetation. The heat was unbearable. My anxiety increased daily, but nothing could take my mind off it.

  I ruminated over the wisdom of leaving my handmaidens back home. I should have brought somebody with me, but when I’d seen the anxiety in their eyes, I’d decided to go alone. They were just as afraid as I was to go to a strange land.

  So I sat alone all day. When we camped, a caravan worker brought food to me and I rarely ventured out. How long could I continue this way? We still had nearly another three weeks of travel left. I might die of boredom long before we got there.

  My mind made up, I decided that when we stopped at the next camp, I’d join the other travelers. I never had contact with people outside the palace. I wondered what they’d be like. My mind drifted to the handsome young man traveling along with the caravan.

  He was quite handsome, with dark hair and bronzed skin. His muscles rippled when he tightened his grip on the reins of his horse. I’d caught a few glimpses of him as he passed by the wagon. I wished he could see me. But he’d only glimpse a shadow behind the sheer curtains.

  At last we stopped to camp.

  The head of the caravan stood outside the curtain, waiting politely. I pushed the material aside. He bowed his head. “Madame, we have arrived at our camp for the night. What can I do for you?”

  I bit my lip. “I think I will join the travelers for dinner tonight.”

  He jumped. “Are you sure? You’d probably be more comfortable here.”

  I steeled myself. “No, I am so bored. And I need to stretch my legs.”

  He bowed. “As you wish, Madame.”

  I released a breath. I’d expected him to argue with me. He’d promised my father on his life that nothing would happen to me. He planned to deliver me safely into the Pharaoh’s hands.

  The caravan leader offered his hand and helped me step out of the wagon. It was so good to be standing on my feet.

  I joined a group of people sitting around a fire. The caravan workers were busy making dinner. A form sat beside me. I turned to look and started. It was the handsome man.

  We smiled at each other. My heart leapt into my throat.

  He reached for my hand and placed a light kiss on the surface of my skin. My nerves tingled. “I am Omar. I am very happy to make your acquaintance.”

  With a smile, I replied, “I am Karima.”

  His breath blew on my skin. White, straight teeth appeared under full lips. “That is a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

  Heat rose on my cheeks. I glanced at my feet. We made small talk while waiting for dinner. I was so glad to have someone to talk to. I didn’t feel like such a stranger here.

  Every day, the caravan stopped f
or the night and we sat together and talked. As the days went on, I anticipated my time with Omar. When I traveled in the wagon, I thought of Omar and his hands running over my body. At night, my fingers were busy traveling over my pussy, and I fantasized of Omar.

  Chapter 4

  We were two into this journey, and as my destination drew closer, my enthusiasm dampened. It must be because of Omar. I sighed. I’d miss him when it was time to go. The caravan stopped, and I opened the curtain. Nothing to see but sand and rocks. We had stopped earlier in the day than usual.

  The travelers appeared to be more jovial than any day on the journey and my curiosity rose. People laughed as they walked to the opposite side of the wagon. Pushing aside the curtain, I didn’t wait for an escort to help me. My sandaled feet hit the hot sandy ground. I stepped away from the camels and my breath hitched.

  Behind the caravan sat an expansive oasis. Tall palm trees grew as far as I could see. Colorful birds occupied several bushes. There was so much greenery everywhere. I barely made out the edge of the oasis, it was so large. My heart lifted at the beauty of the place.

  Unable to speak, I marveled at the scenery. This place rivaled any garden in my father’s palace.

  Everyone headed to the cool shade, and I followed. The caravan workers set up camp at the edge of the oasis. Several children ran around, dodging through cedar and palm trees. The faint sound of rushing water reached my ears, and I left the camp to investigate.

  The sounds of people chattering disappeared all at once when I walked though some bushes. The peace and quiet was soothing. The air here was cooler, and I inhaled deeply. I continued walking through the dense vegetation. I pushed away several branches that blocked my way. I almost gave up and went back, but the sound of rushing water was getting louder, and it led me on.

  I pushed my way through a bush and came across a blue-green pool that was fed by a small waterfall. Gazing at the clear, inviting water, I stood mesmerized.

  Pressure on my shoulder made me jump. Turning, relief swept through me. It was Omar. His eyes twinkled with mischief as he gazed at me. “I figured you might be here.” His voice rumbled in his chest.

  My eyes widened. “You know of this place?”

  He nodded. “I come here when I get a chance. Few people know about it.”

  I smiled. “That’s good. I was contemplating taking a bath.”

  He gestured to the water. “Go ahead, the water is refreshing. And I brought soap and towels.”

  I gazed out at the water thinking of what I should do. With a smile, I punched him playfully. “No peeking.”

  He faced away from me and waited.

  I hurriedly undressed and stepped into the water. It was refreshing and cool. I swam out to the little waterfall. I wet my hair and ran my fingers through it. On the shore, Omar undressed to a pair of shorts and jumped in the water.

  He swam towards me. My heartbeat sped up the closer he got.

  “Turn around. I will wash your back.” I wasn’t too sure of the wisdom of me complying, as my pussy was already hot. His firm hands lathered my back, and I inhaled a deep breath. His touch was so sensuous. I had never been touched by a man before, and heat rapidly suffused my nether region.

  The sound of the water pouring into the pool filled my ears. I watched my breasts bounce on the surface of the clear water. My breath came faster, and I focused on those firm hands, now slippery.

  He drew closer until his firm chest was pressed up against me. His hands moved over my shoulders and along my arms. I didn’t know what to do.

  His voice rumbled in his chest. “Karima, you are so beautiful.”

  Somehow I found my voice. “We…we…can’t do this.”

  He swallowed. “I won’t hurt you, I promise. I want to have you. Please.”

  His touch moved along my neck and he kissed my head. I tried to pull away, but he held me close. My pulse pounded in my head and I licked my lips. My mind swirled with all manner of thoughts, none of which I could grab onto to express.

  His hand moved along my stomach where it hung for a moment. Then he inched up to my large breast and grasped my flesh. I sucked in a breath and my nipples hardened.

  “Oh…we can’t…” My voice drifted away. Omar turned me around to face him. His deep brown eyes penetrated mine. His full lips parted. I opened my lips, and he pressed his mouth to mine. A soft tongue swept inside my mouth. In that moment I felt my resolve melt away. I gave into the pleasant sensations that pulsed through me.

  I wrapped my arms around him and melted into his embrace. His manhood pressed hard against my groin, and I pushed my hips into him. Full lips moved along my neck to a breast.

  His warm breath contrasted with the cool water. His tongue flicked at an engorged nipple. I released a moan of pleasure. My hands ran through his thick, dark hair. His lips parted and enclosed about my nipple. I raised my head up to the sky. A sigh escaped my lips. My nether region heated and my nipples hardened further.

  His hand cupped my other breast, and I placed my hand over his. Then he switched breasts. While he sucked, he moved me behind the waterfall until I reached the edge of the pool. He lifted my body up and laid me on soft moist grass that was like a plush carpet.

  His lips left a trail of kisses along my stomach, and I parted my legs for him. His hand reached my mound and caressed me. I moaned aloud at the wondrous sensations he was producing. Wetness leaked onto my thighs, and I longed for his touch. I needed to be satiated.

  His tongue traced around my belly button and his firm fingers parted my folds and rubbed back and forth. I squirmed my hips. Much more pleasurable than when I touched myself; I reveled in the sensations.

  His fingers worked into a rhythm and the heat increased. I watched him as he fully concentrated on my pleasure. I bit my lip as the heat reached a new crescendo and my legs shook.

  Although I desperately wanted him to put a finger inside of me, or even his cock, I held myself back. If I wasn’t pure for the Pharaoh, I didn’t know what would happen. I didn’t want to risk it. As if reading my mind, Omar put a finger to the entrance of my cavern but didn’t go inside. He traced along the tight flesh, which responded with tingling and heat.

  Then he parted my folds and his soft tongue licked up and down. My head thrashed from side to side as pulsating heat came over me. I clenched my hands and my toes in an effort to restrain myself from screaming. The sensation was so intense.

  His tongue flicked back and forth then found a rhythm that sent me to higher levels of pleasure. I whimpered as he manipulated his tongue over the center of my heat. Pressure built up around my pelvis, and I knew I was heading to a climax.

  My hips flexed to and fro, and his tongue continued rubbing against me. The friction it created sent me over the edge. I cried aloud as a rush of pleasure crashed over me. My stomach contracted in waves as my entire body shook. Lights flashed in front of my eyes as I let myself be swept on this wave and ride it to the end.

  As I lay on the ground, I watched my heavy breasts move with my breath. Omar’s face appeared from between my legs with a big smile on it. A sense of wonder came over me. This was better than any pleasure I could give myself.

  “That was so good.” I moaned lazily. He climbed up and lay next to me. His head rested on his hand.

  His liquid brown eyes gazed at me with satisfaction. “I am happy to do that for you.”

  “I want you to feel good too,” I said.

  He smiled and looked at his hard cock. His hard member pushed its way out as he removed his shorts. My eyes widened. He was huge. I remembered the slaves having sex and how the woman had pleasured the man’s cock. My inexperience intimidated me.

  I swallowed hard and grasped his length. My hand wrapped around the smooth skin, the veins under my fingers thrummed with need. I tentatively moved my hand back and forth. He put his hand over mine. He closed his eyes.

  “Grip it harder.” His voice was barely a whisper.

  I followed his instructions, and he
directed me in the rhythm he wanted. As I continued, his cock grew harder, and a sense of satisfaction filled my chest. I shifted my body further down until his cock was just in front of my face.

  I stuck my tongue out and lapped at the tip. Omar let out a moan. I opened my mouth further and took him in until the tip reached the back of my throat.

  His cock was still only halfway inside. I used my hand to stroke along his shaft, and his breath got heavier. My saliva wet his cock and moved it in and out of my mouth, and Omar grimaced in pleasure.

  Wetness slicked my thighs. I wanted his cock. This was so enjoyable. In an instant, guilt washed over me. I was such a bad girl. I were caught, I was sure I’d wish I had never been born. Determined to enjoy the moment, I pushed those thoughts away and focused on his member.

  The hardness slid in as deep as I could take it. I pressed my hand on the root of his manhood. Then I kept my lips tight about his girth as I pulled back. I moved faster and faster. I watched beads of sweat develop on his forehead. His hips rocked back and forth in time to my movements. His muscles tensed up and he groaned aloud as his cock throbbed and his seed sprayed into my mouth.

  I kept his cock inside and worked to slow my breathing. His hands gripped the ground as he thrashed around in ecstasy. The fluid slid down my throat and I swallowed, enjoying the saltiness.

  His breath came in gasps, and he gazed upon me with affection.

  I lay next to him, and he put his arm around me. He kissed me for several long moments, tasting the essence that lingered on my lips. We slid back into the water and washed each other. He helped to dry my lithe body, and I got dressed.

  The smell of food cooking wafted through the trees to us.

  I hadn’t thought about how long we’d been gone or if anyone would wonder what we had been doing. My throat tightened the closer we got to the camp.