Blessed Lands Egypt Chapter Three
Blessed Lands Egypt
Author: J Carrell Jones
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Chapter 3
Ferruk entered his chamber. He slammed the door behind him, stormed over to his highboy and knocked all the contents off. Someone knocked at the door.
The door slowly opened and a capped head poked through. It was Arrutyi, his man servant. “Master, are you okay?”
Ferruk spun around and yelled. “Yes, I’m all right you fool!”
“It was that I heard. . .”
“Get out!”
Arrutyi backed his head out and started to slowly close the door.
“Wait!” Ferruk said. A smile formed on his face. He wouldn’t have to perform any rituals until later this evening. He had time to enjoy the day and all the luxuries that came with power.
“Yes, Master?” He said stepping into the room.
“Draw my bath and have Ayruyi join me.”
Arrutyi bowed out and closed the door. He hurried to tell his daughter that the Master had summoned her to attend him. It pained him that his daughter should also serve as Master’s slave. But he and his daughter came from a long lineage of slaves. All the way back to Tutmoses III. They have always served the likes of the Royal family that was until recently. Pharaoh Futloramon IV gave his family servitude to Ferruk-amon Islat Huytrep-Ra, Mighty Priest of the Middle Lands. Ayruyi was but ten at the time. Her mother had passed away just a month before. It was a tragedy, but Pharaoh had favored Trequyi and he gave her a wonderful funeral. After that, things changed between his family and the Royal family. The Pharaoh no longer used him for special projects. Pharaoh even stopped placing a Poki flower on Trequyi grave. A month later the Pharaoh gave Arrutyi and Ayruyi away to his present master. A most devious and evil vile creature. Arrutyi wondered why the gods would allow such a man to bless their lands and people. It was truly a mystery.
Ferruk stepped into the warm water. He grabbed a glass of wine offered to him and sipped at the content inside. He bent forward to expose his back. Ayruyi rubbed a sponge against it and let the soapy water cascade back into the tube. “Wash my front.” He said and laid back. He parted his legs to let Ayruyi run the sponge between his legs. He smiled and sipped more of the wine. “You know Ayruyi, you have always been my favorite. Even Seth became envious when Futloramon gave me you.”
Ayruyi continued to rub up and down. She replaced the sponge with her hand and massaged him. “Yes, Master.”
Ferruk arched his back a little. “Take it and finish me off.”
Ayruyi bent down and engulfed him with her mouth. She expertly stroked him. She would continue until she felt him swell and at the last second remove her lips and let him spend himself. She did this every day for as long as she could remember, and everyday she hated it. She sworn to the Goddess Isis that one day she would take his life and then to pay for her crime take her own life.
Ferruk moaned and tensed up. His body quivered as he spent himself in the bath water. After several seconds he grabbed Ayruyi hand and made her stroke him until he was hard again. When he was ready he told her to take off her clothes slowly. She obeyed and stepped into the tub. She straddled him and moved her body up and down tightening and loosening her legs in the process. Water splashed on the floor with each down stroke. Ferruk moaned deeply and nuzzled his face in Ayruyi’s breast. He grabbed the sides of her hip and moved her up and down at his pace. Within seconds both cried out and collapsed. The water had turned cool and Ferruk shivered. “Get me a towel. I’m ready to get out.”
Ayruyi forced herself to get up. She had become weak from her orgasm and she fought to move in a manner respectable of a slave doing her master’s request. She dripped out of the tub, walked across the floor and grabbed a large fluffy towel from the rack. A dozen other towels sat puffed up and waiting. With the towel outstretched she waited for Ferruk to stand up. When he did she covered him and rubbed him dry. He walked over to a make-up desk and peered into the mirror. Ayruyi had his make-up case open. He took out his favorite eyeliner and began putting together his face. Ayruyi waited patiently, handing him various things he requested, shivering every now and then from a draft that breezed through the room.
Ferruk gave himself a smile in the mirror. He thought he looked handsome as usual and any woman who resisted his charm was a fool. He got up leaving Ayruyi wet and naked alone in the bathroom.
Ayruyi waited a few minutes before she allowed herself to shake uncontrollably. She drained the tub and scrubbed the sides and bottom harshly. Once she was satisfied that Ferruk’s essence had been sucked down the drain did she draw a quick bath for herself. She made the water steaming hot and forced herself to accept the heat as a means to rid herself of his touch. She scrubbed hard. Ayruyi hated him and prayed to Isis that one day she would have the strength to erase him from the Blessed Lands. If not today, then maybe tomorrow. She scrubbed harder and nearly chafed her skin raw.