Love of all Times (13/?)

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Title: Love Of All Times 13/?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /

Author: little___hobbit and fin_anwamane

Type: RPS

Pairing: Liv/Miranda

Rating: NC-17

Beta: Ourselves

Warning: Physical violence, abuse and rape described in this chapter, though not between the main pairing.

Disclaimer: This never happened. This was written in fun that's all.

Feedback: Yes please send to paddington-bear@web.de or glorfindel@hornorfgondor.com

Archiving: Angel's Realm, Everafter Love, others please ask.

Summary: A.U. An Egyptian Princess and her slave fall for one another and overcome the threats of their environment

 

Italics indicate thoughts

 

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Cassandra tried hard not to make any noise as Raneb rammed his member into her sore body after what had been far too short a period of recovery for her.  Not that she could make much noise anyway.  After the King had at first been amused by her constant begging for mercy, he'd grown tired of it at some point and had gagged her, only removing the rough fabric he used as a gag from her mouth from time to time to thrust his arousal down her throat.  She forced back a sob when the movements of the King became more erratic and even rougher than normal, and a moment later, she felt him spill his seed inside her.  Without caring for the weakened body underneath him, Raneb collapsed with his full weight on top of the slave girl.

 

At last Raneb rolled off her body and onto his back, sighing satisfied.  "You are a good whore, slave," he said with a self-satisfied chuckle, "You know how to satisfy me."  The King sat up and finally removed the gag from Cassandra's mouth before he reached for his robe and walked over to the table where a huge platter of food had been put up.  "Come here and strengthen yourself, I am not done with you yet.  And don't you dare to cover yourself!" the King commanded her and sat lazily down onto the chair.  Cassandra nodded silently and crawled off the bed, slowly walking over to the table, careful not to sway and thus show how much the movement pained her.  Raneb watched her with greedy eyes as she moved across the room. 

 

"I did not allow you to sit," Raneb growled when she reached for a small stool.  Cassandra froze and lowered her gaze.  "Forgive me, my King," she said quietly.  Raneb generously waved her off.  "Help yourself; I want you to regain your full strength as quickly as possible.  You are too much fun to waste any time."

 

Cassandra fought back the tears welling up in her eyes and reached for a small loaf of bread and started eating silently as the King watched her without even blinking.  She thought of Miranda and Liv and prayed to all the Gods that they had found a hideaway where Raneb's guards would not find them, ever, knowing if they were found and returned to the Temple, Raneb would have his way with the beautiful golden-haired slave until she died.  Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and Cassandra turned pale. 

 

Raneb noticed it and chuckled.  "Come!" he boomed, his eyes never leaving Cassandra's slender body, "Don't you dare to try to cover yourself!" he hissed to her, "Keep eating, and you will live."  Cassandra suppressed the notion to snort at this last comment of the King.  She knew that in the end, her fate was sealed already and she would die as soon as the King had Miranda back or even sooner if he ever grew bored of her.

 

The door opened and Prince Nebka stormed into the chamber, followed by the High Priest Asim and two guards.  "I demand that I see my fiancée this very instant!" the young man yelled angrily, "It has been over a week now that you have denied me to speak to her, let alone see her!" 

 

Raneb sighed, "How often do I have to tell you, the Princess is currently serving in the xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /Temple of Bastet; no man is allowed to enter there.  It is to ensure her purity before your wedding." 

 

Nebka cursed and glared at the King.  "You promised me that you would marry us as soon as possible, I am getting desperate, Raneb," he snapped. 

 

"We can't have that, can we?" Raneb said calmly, "Well, take my slave then.  Take her here and now."  He pointed at Cassandra.  Nebka wheeled around and looked the slave girl up and down. 

 

"You have shared her with me before," Raneb nodded as he saw the hesitation in Nebka's eyes, "So I need not assure you it is a most exquisite feeling to take her, since I am sure you remember her only too well.  She is tight and hot," he whispered as he got to his feet, grabbing Cassandra by the nape.  "Bend over, whore," he said and tightened his grasp.  Cassandra closed her eyes and leant forward over the table.  His one hand still holding her nape in an iron grip, Raneb used his other hand to let it run down her spine to her buttocks and further down to her entrance.  Without warning, he thrust a finger inside, eliciting a frightened gasp from her.  Raneb chuckled happily.  "Isn't that a wonderful noise she is making?" he asked as he worked his finger in and out a few more times, "If you want, you can take her, she is ready." 

 

Nebka had been watching the display with greedy eyes and licked his lips.  "Yes, I think I will take her, right here and now."  Raneb clapped his hands together.  "You are a man after my own taste, Nebka!" he exclaimed and stepped aside to let the Prince get to the frightened slave girl.  Nebka quickly discarded his clothes and stepped up behind Cassandra, pressing his throbbing member against her entrance.

 

"That's it, my friend, take her at your own pleasure, but make sure she is not marked permanently.  That is my prerogative only!" Raneb said and walked over to his throne, sitting down and watching the Prince taking the silently crying slave.  Soon, he could feel himself become hard again at the mere display before him already.  "Maybe we need a second slave here," he mused aloud, "Guard!  Go down to the laundry room and fetch me that little black haired slave!" he commanded, "And make her come naked.  She won't need her clothes here anyway," he added with an evil grin.  Just as the guard was about to leave the chamber, Raneb called him back.  "Wait!  After you brought me the laundry girl, you will go to my first mistress' chambers and fetch her maid too.  If she gives you any trouble for getting her maid, bring her as well.  The more, the merrier."  With this, he returned his focus back on Nebka and Cassandra by the table.

 

The guard saluted and left the chamber together with his colleague while the High Priest slowly came closer to Raneb.  Without taking his eyes off the display before him, Raneb asked, "So?  Any news yet?"

 

"No, my King, no word from your daughter nor from the guards we sent after them."

 

Raneb growled.  "I want her back.  She is mine.  No one steals my slaves, not even my favorite child!" he snapped, "Take her harder, Nebka!" he called out to the young Prince, "She can take it, believe me!"  The Prince stopped his actions and laughed throatily, and then he slammed into the slave's body so hard Cassandra screamed in pain.

 

"Please, have mercy!" she cried, but it only caused the two noblemen to laugh at her.

 

"Shut up, slave and fulfill your duty!" Raneb called out, and Nebka grabbed her by the hair and tore her head back, only to slam it down onto the table.

 

"Quiet, or I'll have you gagged!" he snarled and kept taking Cassandra brutally, but luckily for the young slave, she didn't notice it anymore – when Nebka had slammed her face onto the table, she'd passed out from the impact.  The Prince didn't seem to mind this, for he continued his brutal work, moaning louder and louder, with an amused Raneb watching the terrible scene with satisfaction.

 

Soon the King grew bored of watching the Prince and the unconscious slave though, and he beckoned for Asim to come closer again.  "Now, the guards have not yet had any luck?" he asked him and received a headshake in response.  Raneb nodded.  "Well, in that case... Isn't Putiphare amongst the pursuing party?"

 

"Yes, my King, he is."

 

"Doesn't he have a handful of children?"

 

"Yes, he has.  His wife has just given birth to a baby boy, and he has another son and a daughter who has just come of age."

 

The monarch nodded.  "That's what I remembered.  Send for his family."

 

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The noises of lust coming from Nebka and Asim over on the bed with the slaves mixed with the cries for mercy and the death rattles of the three people on the floor before the throne as Rashabi gave in to his blood rush.  Raneb had a crying girl on his lap, his member tearing her unprepared body apart; his hand held her chin in an iron grip, forcing her to watch her mother and brothers being brutally and – what was even worse for her to see - slowly slain by Rashabi, captain of the guards. 

 

Some time later, Raneb and the other men watched the four abused, lifeless bodies being dragged out of the room; the three slave girls on the bed had all passed out at some point during the forced orgy with the young Prince and the High Priest and thus were spared the terrible sight.  Raneb was too happy with himself about the slaughter of Putiphare's family to care about the unconscious women at the moment.  Furthermore, he had found his release inside the daughter's body, and was in no immediate need at the moment.  As soon as the doors were closed, Raneb turned to Rashabi.

 

"My daughter Liv and her slave have escaped with the help of your brother Nakhti," he told the soldier and watched him closely.  To his satisfaction, Rashabi's eyes narrowed at the mention of the loathed name and his fists clenched.  "They left the Temple about one and a half weeks ago," Asim fell in, "We sent a search party under the command of Putiphare after them, but so far they haven't found them."

 

"Putiphare is no use as a soldier," Rashabi snorted, "His heart is too weak, he is a disgrace, just like my brother!  He deserves nothing but death for the many times he has betrayed you, and for the many times he has embarrassed our family!"

 

"All I want is the slave girl," said Raneb, dismissing Rashabi's comment with a nod, "I do not care about Nakhti, and if you need to kill my daughter to get to the slave, so be it.  Nebka, I will recompense you should this happen," he added lazily when the Prince wanted to object.  "But I want the golden haired slave back, alive and unspoiled." 

 

Rashabi's face curled up into an evil, calculating grin.  "As you wish, my King.  You shall have her back by New Moon."

 

Raneb smiled at the words spoken with much confidence and nodded solemnly.  "Go now; take as many men as you need.  I authorize you to do whatever is needed to find them.  However, should I find that you have touched her for any other cause than for bringing her back, I will have your head as well." 

 

Rashabi nodded.  "Yes, my King."  He saluted and left the chamber.  Raneb smiled again and turned around to his companions.  "Let's have a banquet served, shall we?  And wake up the slaves!"