The sun was burning hot as I rushed back and forth to bring water to the thirsty archaeologists working tirelessly to bring out yet another lost piece of history. They had been digging day and night for several weeks now and it seemed as if they would never find the lost tomb of yet another great and mighty pharaoh.

I was dust covered, hot and sweaty as I made my way through the sand. I have always been fascinated with Egypt and it was by a small miracle that I had gotten the chance to be part of the expedition over to my land of many fancies.

Suddenly I heard the excited yell of one of the diggers and an endless stream of workers, archaeologists and water bearers ran to the location of the scream. There on the ground sat one of the older members of our expedition party holding what must have been the ancient remains of a skull up into the air as if it was made out of fine gold instead of decayed bones.

In her other hand she held out a tablet of stone inscripted with hieroglyphs. Everyone sprang into action and the water was forgotten for awhile. It was not until late after sunset when the guards took their place and everyone else went to their tents.

Experts were to be notified and would fly in soon to decipher the ancient writing. Until then, the precious finds would be stored in the tent next to mine. Awestruck I looked down at the stone tablet and felt a strange shiver run over me as the writing seemed to dance on the surface.

Exhausted I went into my tent and stripped down for the night, climbed into my bed covered by the netting and fell asleep.

Roughly I was shaken awake and several women were screaming at me. I looked around and found myself on a rough bunk in a large hall filled with many beds. I wasn't certain what the reason was of their rough treatment, but I could make out that I was to get up and hurry. They threw a tunic at me that left more to the eye then to the imagination. Clumsily I pulled it over and as soon as I tucked the last piece into place I was spirited away toward the courtyard.

Following the other girls example I washed myself at a well and tried to get my hair as much into order as I was able to do.

Scared and with big eyes I followed along with the girl that still seemed to insist on dragging me around from point a to point b. I was awestruck as I beheld the sight in front of me. I had stepped directly into the Egypt of B.C. Not far from where I stood I watched thousands of slaves strapped to huge boulders and dragging them large distances to the site where pyramids were being constructed. Again the girl was scolding me in her rapid language and handed me a large vessel not unlike the one I had used to carry the water to and fro before. I took it and placed it on my shoulder as I was used to. With a huff she placed a ring of cloth on my head and firmly placed the vessel onto it, and then she positioned my hands on the vessel to get a better grip. As I strained to keep the position I noticed the front of the garment rising up and exposing large portions of my white hips and legs. The underside of my large tits was also exposed and threatened to spill out.

We walked up beneath a stand and the girl on top filled the vessel with water. I was shown the direction I was to go and I eagerly followed, wishing to see more of what was around me.

All around me slaves where crying and sweating as they were driven on by the heavy hands of the guards and whip masters. As I watched in fascinated horror I took notice of the joy that the striking of the human flesh brought to many of them. Whenever one of those in charge gestured I hurried toward them and kneeled down to offer the water vessel.

More times then not I could feel their stares on my body as they stripped me with their glance. A strange heat, mixed of embarrassment and excitement, flooded through me at those stares and I could not help my body's reaction as my nipples grew taut. My pussy started to flood with my juices.

Hour after hour I carried my vessel back and forth under the hot sun. My body grew weary and my steps became slower. I was starting to take my time in reacting to being called and started to get scolded more and more by the whip masters. Suddenly one of them took the vessel from my head, grabbed my wrists in one of his hands and pulled them roughly over my head. I cried out in pain and surprise.

He yelled to one of his companions and both laughed at my discomfort. His companion walked over and deftly grasped the discarded water vessel and poured the rest of the liquid over my heated body. The garment being white became even more revealing then it had been before and my huge hard dark nipples pushed their way towards their glance. The outline of my shaven cunt was also very visible.

My Captor reached down with his free hand and grabbed one of my tits and squeezed it hard, bringing another wince from my lips. It seemed to please him as his eyes took on another look. His friend stepped up behind me and lifted the tunic even further over my hips and forced my legs apart with his thigh. I shivered and started to struggle helplessly in their grip. Both laughed again and the second one reached around and grabbed my other tit, pinching my nipple tightly and pulling it roughly out. First I cried out as the pain coursed through my body, but then started to moan as my cunt grew even moister from the harsh treatment and shame. He took over my wrists from the first one and pulled me backwards slightly so that my tits were pushed out in offering toward my captor. He let my tit go and then stepped away.

My breath caught as I realized what he was planning on doing and I begged for him to change his mind. He only looked blankly at me and I realized that he could not understand me any more than I could understand any of them. Snapping the whip first into the air several times, he watched my face flinch with each crack it produced and watched me struggle even more.

His comrade took his hand from my nipple and placed his head on my forehead pushing my head backwards. Then suddenly the crack came again and I screamed as the tip of the whip danced over my wet body. The cloth was split apart with one expert stroke of the whip. The one restraining me pushed my head forward and down so I had to look at my body. I saw that my skin was still in one piece, even though it felt as if it had been split apart. My tunic however was no more then a crumbled pile of cloth on the sand. Then he pushed my head to the side and made me watch as one of the slaves that had fallen was being whipped mercilessly. Deep red furrows of blood started to appear on the scarred back. I cried silently and only could guess at the words that where being spoken into my ear.

The whip master stepped back towards me again and reached out for my now naked body. He reached for my nipples and pinched them hard until a moan once again escaped my mouth. My nipples were so hard between his agonizing fingers that I thought they would turn to heated stone at any moment. He stretched my tits by those tortured nipples as far as they would go and then let them go suddenly. He laughed mockingly as I continued moaning and sighing wantonly.

A strange mixture of pain and pleasure was distinct in my voice. Once again he reached out and cupped my tits, this time pushing them together. Lowering his head, he took both of my nipples into his mouth at once and sucked them roughly. Without much thought I started rocking my lower body toward him in a motion that made my thoughts clear. I needed to get fucked. My entire body was begging for it. He bit down on the nipples as he pushed his fingers deep into my cunt. I moaned aloud at the intrusion and my cunt muscles clenched around his fingers, drawing them even deeper into myself. I rocked my hips forward frantically and humped his fingers as if they were a hard cock. My moans came louder and faster and I almost lifted off the ground as I tried to grind my cunt even deeper on his hand. He took his mouth away from my tits and grabbed my chin roughly. His mouth came down on mine and his lips took my mouth forcefully. My body started tensing as I got ready to climax.

Suddenly he took his fingers out of me and left me there at the brink of my orgasm. I was beet red as I begged for him to please fuck me or at least let me fuck his fingers again so I could cum. He only laughed at my stream of words and slapped my tits hard with his hand. Then he said something to his companion and walked away from me with out as much as a backward glance. I was ashamed and had nowhere to hide. Here I was, begging to be fucked by a complete stranger, not to mention the fact that he had treated me rougher then anyone ever would have thought of in my mind.

He had hurt me and humiliated me, brought me so close to cuming that my body was in agony and then left me with yet another stranger. Worse, I was dripping wet and wanted nothing more then run after him to beg for more of the same. The one that was left behind, however, had other things in mind. He spun me around and looked down at me with laughter in his eyes. He spoke to me in a slow dark voice as if to will me to understand him. The only words that I could make out however was later and tonight. I was puzzled and distraught. He let my hands down finally without letting go of my wrists and then walked me over to one of the big boulders that had been dragged there.

Several pieces of rope where still laying around and he reached out to grab one of them. The stone was about the height of my chest and he lifted me up so that my stomach and upper body was laying over it. He tied me up tight and securely so my legs where hanging off the ground and spread open and my ass exposed for whoever wished to take their pleasure on me.

He stepped around to my front and tied my hands toward the other end of the stone. My body was stretched out under the hot sun and I started to wonder if he was planning on leaving me out here like this. He smiled at me and showed me a flogger with many strands.

I tried to wriggle around but only succeeded in scraping my bare skin against the rough stone and making the bonds even tighter. Seeing that the restraints were well in place, he moved slowly around the boulder. With each step he rained at first slow and light kisses of the flogger down on my exposed shoulders, back, ass and returned on the opposite side the reversed way to my head.

When he was once again in front of me he grabbed me by the hair and hoisted my head up so I was forced to look into the direction he wished me to see. To my humiliation I noticed several of the other slaves and whip masters as well as guards standing around and watching my treatment. A few of the superiors, as I guessed them to be, had slaves pushed down in front of them and were fucking their little mouths, slowly and deliberately, while watching my tormentor.

My cunt was flooding as the erotic image took hold of me. I had become a show that turned them on so much that they in turn took pleasure for themselves. I was embarrassed to be tied and helpless like that, but at the same time I was hotter then I had felt in along time. I was still at the edge of the orgasm the first one had left me and I could feel my precum juices trickling slowly out of my cunt and forming a little river on the stone. I was ashamed of my wanton behavior and even that shame made me hornier then I was before.

My tormentor pushed my head back down on the stone and returned to walking around me and whipping me. This time the strokes were becoming harder and faster. I whimpered under the lash and cried out in need. As he came to the open place between my legs he stopped. There he reached for my swollen cuntlips and pulled on them forcibly. I felt as if he was trying to tear them right off my body, but to my surprise the pain had me shudder in orgasm.

I threshed and heaved against the ropes and the more I moved the more my body was being brutalized by the rough stone and his strong fingers. I screamed my release and heard answering grunts from around me. My cum was oozing out of my cunt in a little creamy waterfall and he pushed his fingers deep into my drenched canal, finger fucking me hard and mercilessly until I once again shuddered in a second orgasm that left me breathless. He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and held them out for everyone to see. He called out something in his native tongue and was greeted with appreciative snorts and chuckles.

With what I assumed as teasing he brought his hand crashing down on my toasty ass and pinched my cheeks. He stepped away and positioned himself a distance away. I was not sure if he was going to leave me or why he had removed himself from me, but was not left to wonder for very long.

A stinging pain exploded in my cunt as he started to whip my cum drenched pussy. Over and over applying the heavy strands of the flogger inbetween my swollen and open cunt lips. At first the pain was too much for me to handle, but then I had the strangest feeling of flying again and with it came the pleasure that made me feel like the lowest kind of slut.

"Oh please." I begged him, knowing he would not understand me but needing to find a release in words. Out of nowhere another orgasm raged through my body and I went stiff.

Yelling out at the top of my lungs, "Oh my fucking god. Oh shit."

I was embarrassed enough by my reaction, but I was glad they could not understand the obscenities pouring out of my mouth. My language was becoming worst than a streetwalker on Friday night.

Suddenly I heard steps off to my left side and the whipping stopped. My tormentor walked toward the steps and a conversation entirely too quick for me to even understand a single word followed.

The steps continued around me and then once again stopped at my exposed core. By now I was exhausted and thought that no matter what anyone would do, they could not coax another response out of me. I was wrong.

A body was being pushed toward me and I could hear the soft moan of a woman as her face was being pushed between my legs. Her tongue touched my wet cunt tentatively at first as if to taste a strange food at first. Then suddenly her mouth started closing over my cunt and she started slurping at my juicy mound and lips eagerly. Her tongue kept darting in and out of my canal, fucking me as surely as the fingers of the male had done only a short time before. She found my clit and started by first caressing it with the tip of her tongue until it was even more protruded then it had been before. Then she took a firm grasp on it and started sucking and biting it gently. Her slender fingers entered my canal and she started to masturbate me while eagerly licking and sucking on my clit. I could not help myself but came once again, shuddering under the woman's mouth and rewarded her efforts with a mouthful of my cum as I squirted the hot juices and they flooded into her ready mouth.

She stepped away and I could feel her lifted up on the stone next to me and soon her body was being pushed backwards. The slapping and sloshing noises as well as her groans and sighs told me that she was being fucked by whoever had brought her to my body. I hoped that she received as much pleasure as she had granted me. To my shame I was growing horny all over again, just listening to the fucking noises and the heat that was coming of their bodies. I don't know how long it went on, but it was not until they were gone that I was being untied and carefully settled back on the ground.

A guard that I had not seen before stood over me and gently massaged my sore limbs until all the circulation had returned back to my body. I looked at him gratefully. I bend over to flex my back and as I stood up once again I noticed that he was quite hard and aroused.

Quietly I asked him and gestured to help make myself understood. "Did you watch all of this?"

At first he did not understand anything, but suddenly it dawned on him and he nodded his head. He took my hand and placed it on his hard cock as if to prove the truth of his words. I gently massaged his erection with my hands, sliding my fingers up and down over the length of his shaft. Fondling the ridge of his staff and then slowly reaching for his balls.

He had been so kind in letting me down and massaging the blood back into the right places, what could a little slut like me do but to repay his kindness. So I sank down on my knees and carefully freed his member from the constarints of its prison. I was greeted with large drops of precum on the mushroom head and I eagerly drank them, swirling my tongue around the tip and noisily tasting the precum. I started licking and sucking on his cock eagerly and took as much of it into my mouth as I could.

Somewhere deep inside I was marveling at the slut I was becoming out here in the open. I was a dirty whore and loving every second of it. He too must have been enjoying it because it was not long before his hands dug into my scalp and he was fucking my mouth with powerful strokes, fucking me like the little lustful animal I was. I caressed his full balls until he finally came and loads of thick, creamy cum filled my mouth. I swallowed it and sucked some more trying to milk every drop from him.

Smiling he pushed my head away gently and tucked himself back into place, then grabbing me by the arm he helped me up. Without any words he walked me stark ass naked as I was toward a large marble building. As I looked up I was greeted by the most beautiful sight a human eye had the honor of seeing. Sunset in Egypt._

The next day seemed to be a day of pampering. I was bathed and oiled repeatedly that day, my muscles massaged and stretched until the bruising only sent a dull pain through me. In the early morning I was taken for a walk by a leash around the area. I was not sure if it was to make me realize that I would not be able to go or do anything now without the commands of another or if it was a small mercy to have me stretch my body and legs.

The sun shone on the chariots of the master builders and architects. It was a dazzling sight. Everywhere I looked I saw hundreds of slaves pulling and pushing great loads of boulders that were used to build the great pyramid.

Drums to keep everyone moving in a rhythm and the constant crack of the whip were all around me. My mind started reeling from all I saw. Water bearers were running busily to and fro as I had done only the day before. The whip masters seemed more then intent on their jobs and over and over again I watched their powerful arms draw back and crack the whip on one that slowed or showed signs of clumsiness.

Already the sound it produced send my cunt to quivering and the veiled woman that was walking me around smiled at as she read my reactions all too clearly. As she noticed my fascination with the chariots she walked me closer. Impressed I took every detail of the gold colored plating in. I studied in fascination the hitching for the horses and noticed that those to be gold plated and yet appeared to be so much lighter then that for ordinary horses. My groom followed my look and pulled me forward to a shaded area. I gasped in surprise as I saw four slaves tethered to a hitching post. Two male and two female slaves were standing under the marquee; shaded graciously from the burning sun. They were splendid creatures to be for certain. Each wore a leather harness that forced their body into a very upright and proud position. Dildos with long flowing horsetails were pushed deep into their asses, held in place by chastity devices. On their feet were high boots which seemed to be laced all the way up to their thighs. Around their necks were high collars and chains were fed through their rings and attached to their nipples. Bits were fitted to their mouths and I was able to see the long reins flowing down their backs. The gear on their heads was splendid, to say the least. Their heads were fitted with tight caps, a black mane attached from the top down to and easily brushing the back of their backs.

Around their arms were cuffs with loops attached which seemed to be for the chariot to be fastened to. I found them so beautiful and graceful as they stood there waiting patiently for their owner to reappear. Suddenly they started to prance around and paw the ground; some threw their heads back and made little noises. Momentarily the owner of the ponies appeared and clapped their asses affectionately. In seconds they were hitched to the chariot and after their owner climbed onto the chariot and cracked the whip over their heads they started running. How beautiful a sight; I thought over and over to myself as I watched them high-stepping like the most graceful of Lippizzaner horses in a stable. Unknown envy coursed through my mind, oh to be so beautiful. I watched until there was nothing but the dust clouds to be seen. My groom started pulling me on, but the ponies kept coming back to my mind over and over again.

As we returned to the bathhouse and chambers which was to be my new home; my mind was spinning with all that I had seen and experienced over the last couple of days. Once again I was bathed and oiled and then put to rest.

The overseer entered the room and I knelt, quickly lowering my eyes in respect. She barely took notice of me, only patted my head as one would a good little puppy and went to speak with my groom, who was talking rather excitedly. I could not make out by language what was being said, but to judge by the gestures of her hands she was recounting my fascination with the "ponies". I could feel the overseer's eyes drift over me repeatedly and a heated blush crept up my body. The overseer was a shrewd woman and without looking I could feel that she was already making plans for me. I was scared and yet excited at the same time by what might happen to me yet. The slavery seemed to stretch me somehow, making me grow in ways I had never imagined.

Every time I felt as if I could not stand something any further, I seemed to relent without question into it.