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Slave of Egypt	By : Nathalia Category: +M through R > Prince of Egypt Views: 13358 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Slave of Egypt
Moses, Prince of Egypt, entered his chambers, slightly pre-occupied with wondering about the look of disappointed sorrow on his mother’s face when the guards had led the Midianite slave-girl away. What had caused it? He had asked her, and the she had said only that the girl’s presence tonight would decide the future, and she feared for him. The Queen of Egypt was believed to have occasional premonitions, was this one of them? He would simply be more careful than usual.
Pulling back the curtains around his bed, Prince Moses rolled his eyes in disgust. A servant was tied up and gagged, and the slave girl was nowhere to be seen.
Hearing a noise, Moses rushed in that direction, seeing the slave-girl trying to quiet a camel that she had pulled from the stables, obviously trying to escape. Surveying the rest of the courtyard, Moses saw two guards approaching the pillar where the girl was trying to hide.
Now, the Younger Prince was faced with a choice that should have been simple, but was somehow so much more complicated. The Midianite girl had a fire in her spirit. Should he give her away, and quench that fire, or let her go free, letting it rage?
Before he knew what he was doing, Moses called out to the guards. They both turned, saluting. Behind the pillar, he saw the slave-girl cringe back, fear in her eyes. The guards waited for his orders. “There’s a man tied up in my rooms.”
The guards looked worried, but did not move, still waiting for orders. Moses paused a moment, somehow feeling that he was at a cross-road. He shook himself out of the daze. “The slave girl is trying to escape. I want her found!”
The guards saluted again, then turned, one running to the stables, the other heading to spread the alert. The Midianite slave dropped the camel’s reigns and started to run for the exit.
It was the worst thing that she could have done. It took less than a second for the guards to see her, and only a few more for them to catch her and drag her back to where Moses stood.
The slave glared at him, then drew a breath to spit in his face. He slapped her, hard, before she could do so, and motioned to the guards. “Take her back to my rooms, and make sure she stays there.”
The guards dragged the slave-girl away as Moses turned and headed toward his mother’s garden. He suddenly felt like a boy again, seeking answers from a parent, but he knew that the Queen would be able to provide them
Queen Tuya was waiting for her son in the gardens by the river.
“What did you see, Mother? You said that the slave would decide the future. She tried to escape tonight, but failed, and is in my rooms. What is happening?”
The Queen’s face melted into a relieved smile. “I could not tell you before, but I will do so now. The future was clouded, but I Saw that you would be faced with a choice. To let the girl go, and leave us in the near future, or to keep her, and stay with us.” She reached out to touch his cheek. “When the Gods send a blessing, you do not ask why. I did not want to lose you, my son.”
Moses gave his mother a grateful smile, knowing that there was no need for words, and left her by the river, returning to his chambers.
In his chambers, the slave-girl had not fared so well this time around. Her earrings had been removed, her hair now unbound and free of the beads and decorations. She was gagged, and tied hand and foot, face down on the bed. She managed to turn her head as he entered, looking at him with hate and fear in her eyes.
Moses almost smiled. This promised to be interesting. He had been with pleasure-slaves before, of course, but they had always been soft and obedient, doing whatever he said. This slave would probably fight him the whole way, but she was his, and he would tame her fire, whatever it took.
The girl’s shirt was tight across her breasts, leaving much of her upper body bare. The skirt was long, but slit up the sides to her mid-thighs, showing off her slender, tanned legs as she twisted in her bonds. Moses’s eyes were drawn straight to her chest as it heaved as she tried to breathe through the gag.
In only minutes, the skirt was gone, thrown haphazardly away and discarded somewhere out of the slave-girl’s sight. The straps of her shirt were untied and the garment was pulled over her head as she struggled.
Moses shoved her to her knees, fetching a green willow cane from the corner. Making sure that she could see every motion, the prince walked up to his captive. “Stealing a camel, defying and then trying to escape your master. That was unwise of you, slave. Do you know what happens to slaves who misbehave?”
The gag was still in her mouth, making a reply impossible. An angry ‘Mmph’ was the only response as he began to test the cane by swinging it, stepping back and measuring the distance. “They get punished.”
The girl screamed into her gag as the cane rose and fell, pain coursing through her as it struck her again and again. Moses watched the Midianite girl’s nude body writhe as she tried to escape the willow rod. He imagined her writhing beneath him, wondering if her breasts were as soft as they looked, if her bronze body would be tight around him as he fucked her.
After what seemed like an eternity, Moses stopped, ignoring her tears as he yanked her to her feet.
Moses pushed her back to the bed, throwing her down face-up this time and removing his loincloth as he straddled her.
The fear in her eyes grew as he removed the gag and cut the rope binding her legs, wrenching them apart as he knelt between her smooth thighs. He leaned over the slave. “My desert flower has had her thorns trimmed, it would seem.”
Still she tried to be defiant, struggling beneath him as she snarled, “I am not your flower! I don’t belong to you, or to anyone else!”
Moses laughed. He reached down, one hand roughly groping her breast as the other tangled in her hair, pulling her up into a hungry kiss. The slave-girl’s struggles increased as she screamed into his mouth, desperate to escape.
Moses finally pulled away, allowing her to catch her breath. The hand in her hair joined its mate at her breast, and then began to journey south. “You are a slave now. My slave. If I say be still, you don’t move. If I ask a question, you answer. If I say to spread your legs, you obey.”
Tears came to her eyes as he cupped her womanhood, two fingers beginning to press at her virgin entrance. Moses leaned down again, placing a kiss on her neck as he whispered to her. “What is your name, slave?”
The fear in the Midianite slave’s eyes turned to stark terror, though there was enough anger left for a defiant reply. “Why should I tell you, you pampered brat?”
She screamed as his fingers were forced inside her without warning, back arched in pain as he roughly thrust in and out. “Zipporah! My name is Zipporah! Please, don’t!”
Moses smirked as his fingers continued to move. “There, now was that really so hard?” he did not wait for her reply. “Are you a virgin, Zipporah? Does it hurt when I do this?”
Zipporah managed to suppress her scream into a stifled whimper as he added a third finger, stretching her painfully. “Yes! Please, stop! I’ll obey you, I won’t try to run, but please, don’t do this! Not there!”
Moses pulled his fingers out of her, listening to her moans of pain. She was as tight as he had hoped. “Where do you want it then? Do you want to use your hands? Do you want me up your ass? In your mouth? On the floor?”
Zipporah bit back a sob, refusing to show any more weakness. “Nowhere! I won’t let you defile me! Let me go! My father is a High Priest! God will punish you for this!”
Moses laughed, picking up some of the discarded rope and raising her hands to the headboard, tying them there. “Your god is not mine. My gods will protect me from anything your father can do.”
Zipporah began to struggle again as he positioned himself over her entrance. Her beautiful face twisted in fear and pain as Moses thrust into her dry channel without warning or preparation, tearing past her virgin barrier and smothering her cries with his own mouth. Her whole body arched in pain, stiffening as it tried to adjust to this new thing inside her.
Moses hooked her legs around his waist, holding her still as he began to move. Zipporah screamed at the rending pain that spread through her body like fire, sobbing as her body tried desperately to do anything to ease Moses’ thrusts inside her.
The young prince remained indifferent to her cries as he began to ride her harder, her breasts bouncing with the force of his thrusts, her breath coming in choked moans and gasps.
For all her anger and defiance, Zipporah was finally unable to remain silent. “Please… Please, Master… I can’t… It’s too much… I can’t take it!”
Moses didn’t care. The Midianite girl was so wonderfully tight around him, her fire and defiance making it all the more exciting. His hands returned to her breasts, stroking and massaging roughly.
He undid the rope that held her bound hands to the headboard, turning her onto her hands and knees, penetrating her at a new angle as she moaned. “Please, Prince Moses, stop it! Please, you are hurting me! Master, stop, I beg you! I can’t take you in me!”
Moses pulled her hips back toward him violently, listening to Zipporah’s wail of pain. “You will take it, Midianite whore! I will make you cry and moan and scream my name. Then when your cunt is red and aching and you can barely move, you will gasp for breath and beg me for more. You are mine, Zipporah! You exist only to please me, although I am sure that I can prevail upon the priests to find others of your tribe if you don’t.”
Zipporah’s eyes widened, speaking before she could think. “No! My sisters…”
She cut herself off with a gasp, realizing what she had revealed. Moses said nothing, and she did not dare to try and turn to see his face. So Zipporah did the only thing she could, and tried to squirm away from him as he suddenly stiffened, her passage clenching around him as Moses released inside her.
It did not stop there, however. Moses seemed intent on living up to the promise of making her beg and that she would be barely able to move. He forced her to suck him off, holding her head so she could not escape and choking her as she was forced to deep-throat him. Zipporah lay on her side, one leg over Moses’s shoulder as he pounded into her. She sat on a chair, her legs bunched up at an angle as he fucked her.
Finally, Moses relaxed, slumping against her and pinning her down to the bed, his leg thrown over hers and his head resting on the soft valley of her breasts. Sore and exhausted, and dreading what the new day would bring, Zipporah finally managed to join the Prince in sleep.

A/N: Okay, first chapter up!
As you can see from several of my other stories, I like Alternate Universes and What Ifs.
Anyway, Questions? Comments? Suggestions? Review and tell me what you think. Please?
Vanerina.
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