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Slave of Egypt	By : Nathalia Category: +M through R > Prince of Egypt Views: 13358 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Egypt, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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CHAPTER TWO

Zipporah dreamed.
She was back with her family, fetching water with her sisters, teaching them to cook and weave and sew. She heard her father’s booming laughter, the bleating of the lambs in springtime, the quiet murmur of the women’s voices as they went about their daily tasks.
Then she heard the sound of hundreds of hoof-beats, and Egyptian soldiers came galloping into view.
The camp descended into chaos. The men of the tribe were ruthlessly cut down or knocked unconscious as they tried to protect the women. Her father, Jethro, fell to a thrown spear as he ran to protect his wife and children. Her mother screamed as she was dragged to a group of soldiers, her clothing ripped away as they shared her. Her youngest sister tried to run, but was trampled beneath the horses’ hooves.
Zipporah saw her other sisters brought over to join several others of her tribe where they lay bound, to be brought back to Egypt as slaves.
Through all this, Zipporah could only stand, frozen in place as she watched the destruction of her people.
She awoke with a gasp to find Moses kneeling beside her. One hand was roughly gripping her breast, the other equally harsh on her cunt, his index finger playing with her clit.
Zipporah tried to struggle away, but stopped when the welts from last night’s beating stretched painfully. Her moan drew Moses’s attention and he gave her a slow, lazy smirk as his fingers slid inside her, coaxing a whimper at the flare of pain, the soreness from her rape only hours ago still not faded.
Zipporah tried to move away, but failed miserably. Moses pulled her closer. “Touch your breasts, slave. Beg me to take you.”
Zipporah’s eyes flashed defiance, but she remained silent. The Prince’s face hardened. “You exist for my pleasure, Middianite Whore. Do as I say.”
Remembering what had happened the last time he had used that phrase, Zipporah obeyed. She reached up to cup her breasts, spreading her legs for him. “Please, Prince Moses. Please, take me, use me however you want. I am your whore. I exist only to please you.”
She bit down on her lip as Moses removed his fingers and thrust inside her, his hands moving to cup her backside, spreading her cheeks and pressing a finger inside her ass.
Zipporah felt some kind of oil being spread in and around her rear entrence as she bounced with the force of Moses’s thrusts. Something hard slowly slid into her backside, working the oil in and stretching her open.
Feeling as though she were being torn apart with the forign object in her rear and the Prince’s dick inside her vagina, Zipporah’s breath started to come in choked gasps.
She was too full, and it came as a great relief when the object was removed and Moses slipped out of her, standing up and pulling her off the bed with him.
Confused, but grateful and unquestioning, Zipporah remained silent as the Prince led her over to a mirror, pulling her in front of him.
Confusion fled when one arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against him as he forced his way into her ass, warm breath tickling her ear. “Watch, slave. You are nothing more than an object, a useful possession to me. Watch how your body submits to me, how it responds when I do this…” he buried himself inside her; Zipporah nearly bit through her lip to keep from screaming, “… or this, or this.” He reached his free hand up, grasping and squeezing her breast, changing the angle of his next thrust.
Zipporah was gasping in pain and humiliation. She saw her breasts bounce and heave as Moses pulled her back against him, saw his lips on her neck, felt it as he stiffened inside her, the arm around her waist moving to grab a fistful of hair, yanking her head back and claiming her mouth as he exploded inside of her, continuing to pump her until he was done.
The Midianite girl felt her knees shake and collapsed to the floor when the Prince let go of her. He left her there as he collected a slave-collar and chains that someone had apparently delivered while she slept. He threw her a linen smock, which she quickly put on, wincing at how little it actually covered. Her ankles were linked together with a short chain, a second chain connecting them to the collar around her neck.
Knowing that now was not a good time for another escape attempt, Zipporah followed

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