Natasha chuckled, feeling weird to have normal conversations as she cravling naked on leash behind young men. "Thank you for your kind offer, your father already suggested something from himself too. Let me answer you after my 'reward' for your men. If I can't handle it, what is the point in hired me as well?" She said more to calm down herself than to convince him. It look it is. Now hundreds men are going to take her down.
Eloise's eyes go wide, but she nods, before going quiet. "Alright, sweetie, have fun with her." Atema seems...jealous? But it isn't long before she's professional again. "I'll send a message to this sorceress, then, telling her to meet us as we travel out to the desert.
He nods. "Speak to you then, if you're capable of speech." He chuckles, before throwing open the courtyard doors and leading her out. "Well, men, it seems like father's decided to lend you his newest prize whore!" There are cheers from the hundred soldiers. "Have at her!" The young man chuckles, and then the men are on her. Natasha feels dozens of hands on her, her breasts, ass and pussy all being mauled by their rough grips.
Despite his younger, more attractice body. The pharoah still had Mori, an overweight, and extremely perverse smuggler as the driver of his body. So, he immediately takes note of Atema's jealousy. Causing a smile to appear on his face as he moves in to hug her, "Thank you, mother." He said, and once he embraces her, "Don't worry though... I'll make sure to save some time for you... if you behave." He whispered, discreetly squeezing the milf's ass. He then turns around to look at Eloise, the same perverted smile still on his face as he approached. "Mmh. What a delicious morsel." He grins, "I allow you to tell me your name." Mori/Akram spoke in an arrogant manner, one befitting a pharoah.
Kelly's heart began to race, and her lips curled upwards in a smile of great anticipation. She looked to her husband with eyes that were half apologetic and half giddy in excitement. She wanted this, she wanted to be gangbanged by this veritable army of massive ebony-skinned Adonises. The video on the phone was one thing, but to have him in the room with her while she took man after man, cock after cock, load after load... it had her pussy gushing just thinking about it. She turned back to the lead man. "I swear to you by the will of the Goddess Isis; I shall serve all of you: wherever, whenever, and however you desire, as often as you desire, for as long as you desire, from now until the end of days so long as you serve me."
"O-Oh, my sweet boy..." Atema lets out a tiny moan as his fingers press into her thick ass, but to the people on the shoreline, it just looks like a young man giving his mother a hug. "So authoritative..." She coos. Eloise rolls her eyes, but answers. "Satema, my lord. My...masters...renamed me Eloise, though, so you can call me that if you want."
That expirence, wasn't something to Natasha like to return. She feel like she wasn't raped by mens, but more like single big beast, with hundreds head, hands and cocks. Everyone touch and grip her like doll, without carrying for her comfort or dignity. Soon first cock enter her pussy, secend to her mouth and last to her sore ass. She have absolutely no way to resist, so she just cover inside herself as next spazm and only one men erupt inside her, next one already enter his place. Time lost effect on Natasha, she wasn't sure if that take hours or days. No matter what, after all of this, Natasha lie naked, cover in sperm, heavy breathing.
"Mmh. Both beautiful names." Mori/Akram hummed, moving closer, trying to recall if Akram had memories of Satema. Once he approached, he reaches out to idly grope her breasts. "And what am I to you, Eloise-chan." He grins, whispering the last part as he pinches her nipple.
Max gasps as the men close in on his wife, and then they're on her. Hands as big as Kelly's face begin to grope her breasts and ass, and then suddenly her world is filled with black cock. Not long after, Kelly looks back at her husband, as she's filled utterly by the guards.
By the time that Natasha is cognizant again, lying on her back and covered in cum, the moon is shining brightly above her. Looking around, she sees that she's alone.
Akram remembers the girl quite well. It appears the young man had something of a secret crush on his slave, something cute and romantic. Of course, Akram and Satema are both under the control of other people now, so that romance isn't quite important. "Y-You're my...My master." She groans at his touch, no more resistant to it as an Egyptian than she was as an American.
Natasha slowly getting back on her feet. Her pussy, ass, breast and whole body burning from pain. She open her mouth giving herself little relief as she slowly managed to stand up. On two feet. No mater what happen next, she is going to stand like normal person. Under moon in sky, Natasha started looking for some water to wash out all sperm and get some for herself.
Looking around, she sees a horse trough filled with water, and manages to get most of the cum off of her skin and out of her hair, though she shivers a bit as the night air makes contact with her wet skin.
"That I am." He hummed, as he sits back down on his chair. "Fufu. So then, on to the city of Sett then?" Mori/Akram grins.
Natasha sneeze from cold wind, and She wrap arms around herself to keep warm. It was weird that no one here keeping eye for her, but maybe they are just so sure that she won't escape. She decided to get cover and return to mansion, to find room of general or his son.
Atema nods. "You're the pharaoh, so if that is your command, let it be so." She gives a nod to a servant, who uses flags to communicate with the other boats.
As she begins to head inside, Natasha hears something above her, and suddenly some pebbles fall near her feet. Looking up, she thinks she sees a figure on the mansion's exterior wall.
"Good, good." He hums, smiling. "Now then, before I retire to my chambers, is there anything you wish to report?" Mori/Akram speaks to his advisor, and if there was nothing serious, he takes Eloise back with him, while leaning to Atema, "After dinner will be your turn, mother. I hope you're prepared." He whispered, as he makes his way to his private room.
"The scouts found a few warriors in the desert, but nothing that can defeat us." The advisor says confidently. Atema bites her lip in interest, before her son goes below decks to his cabin. When they're alone, Eloise turns to him. "What the hell is going on?"
