Cold, wet winds snapped around the cliff, scouring at the small, hardy plants living in its crevices. Rain fell from above, then was blown to the side by the powerful winds, adding to its bite. The stone, slick with hours of soaking, stood up against the wind in a losing battle. In the distance, an angry sun slowly sunk below the horizon, leaving a purple bruise across the stormy skies. Between the cliff and the sun, there was a vast channel of ocean; a hint of land was to the northwest. A faint haze of mist teased the flickering surface of the water.
Only one person bothered to watch it from Akumet’s temple; only one man had enough time to do whatever he wanted. Anuset, wearing nothing but a loincloth, stood on top of the cliff, feeling the wind tear at his body and the icy-cold water sheet down his muscled chest.
His eyes, darker spots in the growing darkness, were lost in thought. His hands, dangling at his side, seemed to quiver with a life of their own, forgotten by the intelligence that fueled Anuset’s pride and darkness.
He stood there for hours, not feeling the rain, wind, or even the chill. He watched the sun’s light fade away and darkness sweep over the land. Some time later, a sparkling band of light rose in the east behind him, showing the dark profile of the stone pyramid Anuset called home.
As if on a silent cue, Anuset started to move. He stretched briefly before turning around. With a forceful step, he moved down a muddy path, keeping his balance easily, and toward a small rectangle of light at the base of his master’s temple: Akumet’s temple.
As he got closer, the pyramid grew larger in his vision, until he was standing at the base of the massive stone building. His left hand caressed the heavily carved surface of the doorframe, looking up the length of the pyramid. It was over two hundred meters in height: a massive stone building that had no purpose in nature, except to supply the dark god, Akumet, with power.
He smiled for a second, remembering the natives who had lived there, thirty years ago. His smile grew wider as he remembered killing those who wouldn’t submit to Akumet’s power. Those who did submit, he raped and tortured, leaving only pleasant memory in his mind. For those who survived his passions, there were very few good memories until they slowly crawled up the ranks in Akumet’s temple.
He lost himself in memories for only a moment before shaking himself back to the present. Without looking back, he shoved his way into the pyramid and slammed the door behind him.
Inside, he waited for his eyes to adjust to the flickering torchlight. As they did, he looked down the stone corridor, admiring the decades’ worth of stonework along the floor, ceiling and walls. The corridor was two meters wide, each tile a meter square. The ceiling was three meters high and also covered with the meter-square slabs.
Each square depicted a scene, showing the domination and surrender of one of Akumet’s slaves. Anuset’s eyes gazed lightly over the tile that represented his own submission to his dark god; he suppressed a shiver of fear and remembered pain. Even in his sleep, thirty years later, he still had nightmares of that horrible night of pain and humiliation. His eyes quickly shifted away and down the corridor.
Near the middle of the hall, there were two slaves, a male and a female. He frowned as he tried to remember the female; she seemed familiar. The male he remembered - a violent fighter named Corbin Zo. He still called himself Corbin Blackguard, but no-one else used that name.
Corbin looked up as Anuset walked down the hall. Anuset noticed he was a broad man, covered in thick black hair. Massive scars from years of sword training had left their mark across his arms, chest, and stomach. His left hand shivered slightly, a sign of nerve damage from some terrible, earlier wound. His manhood was tucked between his legs, held tightly between his thighs. The male slave’s nudity was obviously new to him, and he looked uncomfortable.
Anuset’s eyes narrowed when Corbin didn’t look back at his work. The washrag in his hand forgotten, the male slave glared up with hate and anger in his eyes.
The master paced forward until he noticed the female’s attention to her duties, even as he continued closer. Her hands clenched the rag tightly as she scrubbed at the ground. Anuset’s smile grew wider even as he tried to remember her name.
He stopped in front of both slaves, looked down at them. Corin’s upper lip started to curl in barely suppressed emotion, but he did nothing but squeeze the rag a little harder.
Anuset barely looked down at the angry male as he watched the female. Her black hair, pulled into a ponytail, bobbed as she scrubbed at a piece of the stone. He could see she was bruising her hands from moving too hard and fast against the rough stone; the tile she was working on held an image of a man being impaled on a sharp stick, and it obviously distressed her.
After a moment, she realized he was standing there and looked up, almost fearful. Her brown eyes shimmered for a moment with a hint of desire and submission, then she knelt back on her feet, looking up at him.
She was naked: soft curves with a layer of muscle underneath. Like all slaves in Akumet’s temple, she was required to work at whatever task needed to be done. The one exception to this rule was Anuset, who only obeyed his dark master, Akumet.
“Binis… Ki.” Anuset finally remembered her name. His manhood shifted slightly in memory of her advancement from Ji to Ki, almost a thousand days, a year, before.
She responded in a soft voice, “Yes, Anuset Ma.” Setting the washcloth down next to her, she said, “how may I serve you?”
Anuset looked down at his feet, which were covered in the dark mud from the cliff. Binis didn’t even wait for the command; instead, she knelt forward. As her lips brushed against the mud on his feet, he watched her lick a clear path on his skin. He could feel her tongue, soft and gentle, against his body. His smile widened and his cock began to twitch as he watched her tongue-bathing him.
His eyes darted over to Corbin, who was watching in disgust. Corbin’s eyes looked up, meeting Anuset’s dark ones. The male slave shook his head, refusing to obey the unspoken order: “No way.” His voice was rough and angry.
Anuset frowned and concentrated. In the back of his mind, he concentrated on the image of another slave, Corbin and Binis’ mistress, Jubi Ki. Locking on her, he sent out a mental summons, and felt her respond.
He came back to his body, where Binis was slowly moving along his thighs, her tongue lapping up the mud as her breasts pressed tightly against him. She moved quickly, but slow enough for him to enjoy her almost delicate movements.
In the corner of Anuset’s eye, he saw Corbin still watching in disgust, but he chose to do nothing. His cock twitched as Binis moved closer, her eyes briefly smiling up at him before her lips enveloped one of his testicles.
Jubi Ki arrived as Binis had licked, wiped, and scraped almost all of the mud off Anuset. Her hair and chest were coated in the dark substance as Corbin continued to watch with distaste, coupled with naked disgust. A soft moan escaped her lips as she polished Anuset’s cock with her tongue. She swallowed hard, ignoring the taste of the mud, before leaning back on her heels. Her clear, brown eyes looked up into his face, waiting for the next order, silent or otherwise.
Anuset looked up at the newcomer and smiled. Jubi was a powerful-looking woman, with a leather bull whip in one hand. Naked as everyone else, her brown hair cascaded down her back; the soaked strands clung to it as she caressed the worn leather handle of the whip. Her fingertips were bloody from where she had been whipping a slave, just moments before.
Behind her, a tender-looking girl, about eighteen winters of age, looked over Binis and Corbin with blood-red eyes. Her pale hair was short, shaved almost down to the skin, but there was a sense of violence that trembled in the delicate-looking frame.
Jubi stared for a second before turning to the girl who followed her. “Carry on with the whipping, Kineli Ji. Thirty-four more strokes, then make him work the fields.”
Kineli nodded and took the offered whip. Her eyes almost glowed with lust as she caressed the whip; an insane fury boiled in them as she skipped away, already planning a poor slave’s torture.
Before the cheerful humming faded, Jubi was already striding down the hall, staring at Corbin and Binis. Corbin glanced at her with growing concern, then fear, as a growl vibrated out of Jubi’s throat.
Anuset watched Corbin and Binis’ mistress storm up before speaking in a deep, almost growling, voice.
“Jubi Ki.” Jubi looked up at the sound of his voice. “You should be rewarded for the actions of your slave, as they reflect on your actions -” As he spoke, he motioned toward the mud-covered woman at his feet. “- and punished for the actions of of your other slave,” he motioned toward Corbin, who scoffed and smiled in glee at the notion of his so-called mistress being punished.
Without waiting for an answer, Anuset looked around once and walked quickly down the hallway, further into the temple. Jubi watched for a moment, then turned back to her slaves. With a look of anger and disgust, Corbin glared at the kneeling slave, then up at the woman who forced him to call her “mistress” .
Jubi looked at him, glaring back. “You. You have shamed me in front of Anuset.”
He scoffed as rage began to pour into him. “So? I’m just a slave, here against my will. Nothing I do can ever change that position, and you know it.”
He threw the rag on the ground and glared at her.
Jubi was taken aback for a moment, then she snarled as she lunged forward. A series of arcane symbols flashed quickly through the back of her mind as she bent the forces of magic to her will.
She slapped him; the magical force of her spell magnified her strength tenfold and he was thrown down the hallway, slamming into the stone archway leading outside. He slid down the stone, leaving a faint smear of red.
Her scream washed over him, full of rage and the passion of a fanatic. “He is everything. He is our life, our joy, and our master. He obeys Akumet, as my master obeys him. I obey him as you shall obey me!” Her final words were almost incoherent with rage as she stormed down the hall. Each step sent a crackle of energy beating against the wall, and the male slave felt himself begin to shake with fear.
Corbin struggled to push himself off the stone, blood pouring down his face from a shallow cut. As he managed to shove his chest off the ground, Jubi reached him and kicked him hard in the ribs. There was a muted cracking noise as her magically increased strength broke two ribs.
Corbin gasped in pain as the world seemed to spin around him. He curled up on the ground, clutching his chest and knees to prevent Jubi from hurting him anymore.
Snarling, she reached down and grabbed his hair. Yanking him up, she shoved her face into his and spoke very quietly. “Now, I want you to clean all of the mud from the stone with your tongue.”
Corbin was starting to resist, when her other hand snaked out and grabbed his testicles.
She repeated, “I want you to clean all of the mud from the stone, with your tongue.”
Corbin nodded, blinded by the pain. “Y-Yes, Mistress.”
“Good.”
Jubi threw him back to the ground with a sickening crunch. Panting heavily, she stood up, waiting. Slowly, pushing through the pain, Corbin started to gingerly clean the floor next to him with tiny licks; he carefully avoided the smear of his own blood. The expression of distaste was plain on his face, but he did nothing to attract more attention from the woman who had so easily hurt him.
Jubi watched him for a second, “Don’t forget the blood… Zo.”
Corbin mumbled a response, but she ignored it. With a noticeable effort to make herself relax, she turned her attention to Binis, who had resumed cleaning the floor with a washcloth.
“Binis… stop.” Jubi’s voice was suddenly soft, almost tender.
Binis stopped slowly, and looked up in fear. Jubi, no longer upset, knelt in front of her slave. Binis blinked, unsure what to do next, her fingers wrapping around the cloth as if it represented safety.
Jubi stroked a finger along Binis’ jaw, pushing the dark mud aside to reveal the pale skin underneath. A slight smile filled her face as she looked over the female slave. Under her gaze, Binis’ mud-soaked breasts heaved silently.
“Anuset said I was to be rewarded for my actions… your actions.”
Her finger slid down the mud-caked throat and along the collarbone. Binis held her breath, nibbling on her lower lip, waiting for the strike.
Jubi smiled, broader this time, “I think I’ll take you as a reward.”
Binis looked up with surprise in her eyes, the washcloth forgotten. “Mistress?”
Her mistress smiled while sliding her hand through the mud to gently cup her right breast. Her forefinger and thumb reached out to twist the hard nipple slightly. At the same time, she looked into the brown eyes of her favorite slave and smiled.
Her fingers gripped the breast in her hand tightly, digging the nails in. Binis whimpered but Jubi suddenly pulled her closer, pressing the slave’s mud-covered body against her own naked flesh.
“I shouldn’t have to repeat myself.”
“Yes, mistress.” Even though the tone was submissive, there was a hint of pleasure caught in the final word.
Jubi smiled, looking down at her body, now splattered with mud. “Good, but it looks like you got mud on me.”
Binis looked up with fear and growing desire haunting her eyes. “I’m sorry, mistress.”
Jubi smiled. “No, I want more. I want to feel what my slave did to please my master.”
The dark-haired slave smiled warmly and pressed herself tighter against her mistress, feeling the heat between the two of them build. Her breast slid wetly against Jubi’s faintly scarred skin, coating it in a thin layer of the wet muck. Her mistress’ hands stroked Binis’ sides, pulling her hips tightly against hers. Her eyes closed as her mouth opened slightly.
Moaning softly, Binis raised her mouth to her lady’s, pressing her lips against hers and feeling the dominating tongue as it slid into her mouth. Her hands roamed across her mistress’ body, exploring the smooth flesh and enjoying the sensation of her nipples slipping against breast.
A single finger slid down Binis’ body, briefly teasing the belly button before slipping further down between mud-slicked lips. The smooth edge of a fingernail briefly brushed against her clitoris before she felt a warm, growing pressure against her opening. A sigh of pleasure escaped the slave’s lips as she bowed her head to suck on one of her mistress’s mud-flecked nipples. With each slide of her tongue, Jubi stroked her finger inside the wet folds.
“Oh, mistress!” Binis pressed her mouth tighter against the hard nipple in her mouth, sucking it as her fingers and palms stroked along her mistress’s flanks and buttocks. Her mistress added another finger, stretching the tight opening slightly as they plunged inside.
A flood of juices rewarded her as Binis’ body shook with a quick, almost functional, orgasm, which rippled through her. She pulled out her fingers, feeling them drip along her length before presenting them to the brown-eyed slave. Without hesitating, Binis opened her mouth and moaned softly as she tasted her own juices on Jubi’s fingers. Her tongue flicked out from her smile as she looked up into Jubi’s eyes with her own.
Jubi stroked the slave’s mouth for a few moments with her fingers, giggling softly as she felt Binis’ tongue strain to clean off the last of the clear sweetness and earthy mud from them. Below, she could feel her slave slide her fingers lower, to part her own lips and gently tease the hard nub inside.
The mistress’ finger slid down her body again, collecting a small glob of mud as it reached the puffy lips of Binis’ sex. With a smile, she pushed it along her slit and slid two fingers into the liquid depths of the slave. Binis moaned and duplicated the movement, pushing her two fingers into the wet tunnel between Jubi’s legs. Her other hand reached down to gently stroke and circle the clitoris as her fingers started to slide in and out of her body.
She ignored the mud. It wasn’t the first time it had been involved in her duties, and it wouldn’t be the last. The dirt around the temple was safe, at least, if you obeyed Anuset.
Jubi chuckled and pulled out her fingers, looking briefly at the mud- and cum-soaked digits before pushing them into Binis’ mouth. The slave closed her mouth and sucked obediently, her fingers still plunging in and out of her mistress with a pleasurable force.
As Jubi felt her orgasm began to creep up on her, she stopped the slave and pushed her back. Binis blinked and looked up in expectation. Her mistress gently pushed her down to the cold ground, until her back rested flat on the hard surface. Automatically, Binis spread her legs, exposing herself to whatever pleasure or torture her mistress had in mind.
The mistress had more pleasure than pain in mind as she got partially to her feet and positioned her body above the slave’s mouth. Even before she felt Binis’ breasts press against her thighs, she felt the hot mouth sucking on her labia. With a sigh of pleasure, she bore down until most of her weight was on the probing tongue; Binis took a deep breath before her air was cut off and took great effort to please her mistress. Her hands reached up to cup the firm breasts.
Jubi moaned in pleasure, grinding her hips into the mouth as she felt the tongue move more frantically. Below her, she could feel Binis growing out of breath as the pleasure swelled inside her. The hands on her breasts stroked and kneading frantically as time passed, until finally her body exploded into orgasm. Wet torrents of juices flooded Binis’ mouth, almost choking her as she strained to breathe through the hot folds.
As the mistress felt the slave beginning to struggle for breath, she stood up, admiring her slave’s soaked hair. Binis gasped for air and smiled; she licked her lips for a moment before looking up for more.
Her mistress, Jubi, held out her hand and Binis took it gratefully. As she pulled up her slave, she said in a soft, exhausted voice, “Come, we must clean you up before the Master needs you.”
Binis voice was tired but filled with a pleasurable afterglow. “Yes, Mistress.”
Corbin watched the naked woman leave the hallway, his cock hard from his own excitement. One hand stroked his shaft as he imagined them in the bathtub, together. As soon as the footsteps faded away, he started to stroke himself more frantically, to orgasm.
Just as he reached his cusp, he felt a presence in the room. With a brief shiver, his cum splattered out on the rock, mixing with the blood and mud. His eyes looked up slowly toward the end of the corridor; fear began to quiver in his eyes.
His mouth opened to say something, but only a shuddering groan came out.
At the end was a girl of eighteen years, Kineli Ji. In one hand, she carried a long leather bull whip. The blood that dripped off it matched the intense glow of her eyes. When she spoke, Corbin realized he was in a great deal of trouble.
“You will be cleaning that up too… after I’m done with you.”