[ The initial audience ]
After he was led five more steps into the room, he heard Amisi's familiar voice again: "Take your hands behind your head and keep standing still!"
In his utter blindness Prince Ilirabih felt much too helpless to even think about the possibility of resisting her order. Instead he presented himself as being told and obediently waited for the things to come. No-one in this room dared to say a word anymore.
In didn't take long until he heard the hard clicking-sound of shoe-soles on the stone floor. An unknown person was approaching him from the left. This must have been Goddess Aishia as the Prince definitely heard the sound of two or three men crawling behind her.
A loud snap of her fingers echoed through the silence of the room and the men eagerly rushed away. Now the Prince heard foot-steps walking around him like someone was inspecting his naked body. Then the sound of the foot-steps ended â€" the inspecting person must have been standing directly behind him. The Prince's muscular body began to shutter.
"He looks lean and strong. What a cute addition for my palace!" a female voice suddenly stated. It echoed as smooth and sweet as honey in Ilirabih's ears. This could only be the voice of Goddess Aishia!
"But still a little bit to anxious for a real Prince, don't you think?"
"Indeed. But maybe his anxiety will prove itself very useful as there are still so many manners that he will have to learn here, my Goddess!" Ilirabih heard Amisi answer.
In the meantime some warm fingers touched his spine and run over his taut cheeks. Suddenly a pair of fingernails squeezed lightly into the skin of his ass. A shudder coursed through his body.
"I especially like his nice, tight behind. It certainly makes punishing him a much more pleasurable experience."
The Prince had always been proud of the masculine shape of body, but at this moment he felt nothing else but utter intimidation. The foreign hand kept moving up again, running over the Prince's shoulder bladed.
"Did he gave you any trouble?"
"Not the kind of trouble that I couldn't handle!"
"Obviously!"
Suddenly the foreign hand on his back retreated and Prince Ilirabih heard the faint rustling of silk. Goddess Aishia circled to the other side of her prisoner. Once more her hand reached out for a physical inspection. The Prince felt her fingertip wandering across the muscled surface of his chest.
"A soft, smooth chest and nice broad shoulders as well. Just as a man should be. No Egyptian woman wants weakness in her bed!"
The darkness of the scarf around his eyes let the Prince focus even deeper on the seductive sensations that the foreign hand inflicted upon his skin. Soon Goddess Aishia could hear his breathing become shallow.
"Oh â€" I hope my talking hasn't made you feel uncomfortable?" Aishia joyfully mocked at his undeniable embarrassment.
One moment later her hand snaked between his legs and lightly cupped his balls, that were still tightly tied by Amisi's leathern straps.
Aishia let the weight of the Royal balls rest against her open palm reveling in their size and firmness until the Prince let out a barely controlled quiver. At this moment her wicked hand closed - squeezing his balls painfully against each other.
The Prince had to eagerly press his teeth together to prevent him from crying out loud â€" this would only mean his first step of surrender to her devilish torture.
But then her heated whisper reached his ears. "Such beautiful balls . I’m glad they belong to me now. Mine to do with as I choose."
Her soft voice was followed by an exotic smell â€" it was a strange combination of sweat flowers and bitter spices. But the Prince was still keen not to get manipulated by Aishia's poisoning charm.
"Soon my father's army will liberate me. Then it will be my joy to burn down your palace to the ground."
A icy silence laid over the room. Still blinded by the scarf the Prince could only assume what kind of effect his outburst might had had on his captors.
Then his blindfold was ripped off with a harsh tug. The Prince suddenly looked directly into her intimidating dark eyes. The dark-red lips of Goddess Aishia curled into a cruel smile.
"You father is indeed worried about your safe return home! But unfortunately my Egyptian forces has already crushed his main army while you were lying passed out in one of my private prison cells. Now I have given your father a good reason to be really worried, don't you think? In fact he had just sent a messenger to my royal palace offering me the whole capital city of Canaan in exchange of your release!"
"What? That can't be.... What... I mean....have you accepted this offer?"
"No! Why should I? My glorious army will conquer the capital of Canaan during the next weeks anyway. Canaan will become just one more Egyptian province that would supply my glorious empire with slaves."
"So why am I kept here then?"
"You are only here in the name of fun! My fun to be precise! Breaking a pampered and self-centered Prince like you would be a just too joyful challenge for me. And as long as I’m entertained, you will be kept alive and reasonably healthy. So satisfy me as much as you can, little Prince, and hope it never ends. Because when it’s over, it’s really over!"
"This are just empty treats. It's a sin to execute a captured member of his enemy's royal family."
"But with the fall of the Canaan Empire your not a prisoner anymore! Inside these walls you will be nothing more then a slave - my slave!"
"P-p-please...." the Prince tried to babble out some plea, but a courageous face-slap of Aishia immediately silenced him before he managed to reach the second word.
"Listen to me, Ilirabih!" she hissed. "During the next days you will have to learn that your days of pointless, worthless drifting are over. You are mine now and so you live now only to gratify me. And I will make sure that you are never going to leave this place alive."
As there was nothing he could do, the Prince decided to play along for now. But deep inside his soul he kept hoping that his fathers army might be still intact and ready to rescue him. As soon as he would be free again, he would take revenge for the humiliations Aishia had made him suffer. He would also take bitter revenge for the Canaan people, his father and Helen. Oh god â€" Helen! How could he have forgotten her?
"Want have you done to Helen?" he shouted at Aishia.
"To whom?"
"To my fiancée?"
"Oh I see! You finally remember her? - One of my Priestess will take care of her until she is trained to become a Concubine."
"You can't...!"
"Of course I can!" the Goddess sneered. "After the occupation of Canaan into the Egyptian Empire both of you are going to become totally irrelevant for the world. No one will ever miss you."
"Oh â€" don't look so shocked. I tell you something: I can have her back and do whatever you want to do to her. No-one will hold you back even if you decide to do nasty things to her body and soul."
A glimmer of raising hope appeared in Ilirabih's eyes. "Do you promise to do that for me?"
"Yes! But before I will give her to you, you have to pass a challenge for me. Within one week you and Helen are going to compete for my favor. After this week I will decide who of you have pleased me more. If you fail, I will hand you over to her mercy instead!"
"Helen will never accept to play such a wicked game."
"Oh â€" she already did! In fact, she seemed more than delighted by the prospect of getting unrestricted access to your balls. She won't mad at you because you left her alone in the desert during the attack of my soldiers, will she?"
A horrified expression crossed the Prince's face, which made Aishia laugh out loud. Tossing back her head, the mane of her hair swept around her naked breasts like a cloud.
The Prince stammered out weakly: "I...I...I will do what it takes to please you more than Helen does."
"Great - I’m going to have some amazing fun playing with both of you."
"Let's start with learning some manners â€" from now on I am nothing but your 'Supreme Owner and Divine Queen' to you! You got that?"
"Yes, my Supreme Owner and Divine Queen." pressed Ilirabih through is lips, struggling hard to repress his rising anger.
Ilirabih squeezed his eyes shut and dug his fingers into his palms â€" fighting to remain motionless.
