Being a slave at the court of queen Berenice IV is not without its dangers. You may see me now, standing next to the queen in her throne room with a palm frond, naked, except for my loincloth and sandals, and think that I am given the privilege to live in a palace and receive excellent care for a simple, relaxed job. And that might be true, but one false word, one wrong look, and it's off with my head.



What kind of regent has her executrix escort her at every step? There she is. Look at her. Miko, this young slant-eyed fairy from some islands far away in the East. Her hair is as black as her eyes. On her hip she wears a long two-handed sword, sharpened on one side only. I have never seen anyone cut off a head more gracefully. It is as if she had never done anything else. And here, at the court of the queen of the Nile, she has more than enough to do. A lucky coincidence must have brought the two of them together. Well, lucky for them, not for us hundreds and hundreds of slaves living under her whip.



But I also readily admit that it gives me that macabre pleasure when she lets a head roll. There is something deeply satisfying in seeing a life end like that. And the last thing they see is a young goddess. For she is nothing else. Twenty-two-year-old Berenice IV, who, after she usurped her fathers throne a year ago, calls herself Cleopatra VI.

I can't take my eyes off her, as she lies before me on her lounger feeding the leashed leopard at her feet. Her face is perfect, flawless, as if chiseled from marble - and yet so cold and arrogant. She knows she is untouchable. She knows she can do whatever she pleases with anyone around her.



My gaze lingers on her dark brown hair under her crown. I wonder what it feels like. Warm and soft. My gaze wanders further south over her delicate young neck, over her perfect breasts under the wafer-thin dress, over her endlessly long legs, which finally end at her delicate feet in fine brown leather sandals.



Gods, how many nights have I dreamed of touching her? Kissing her? Sleeping with her?



I can feel my heartbeat pulsing in my member. Only now do I realize that my cock is pointing right at her, as hard as a rock. I stare down myself. The thin loincloth can't hide my erection. By the gods, no! If she sees me, she'll...



“Slave!”



I startle. She has turned to me stares at me with her dark, cruel eyes. As if she had sensed it...



A mischievous grin grows on her face. I can't say anything. I can only stare at her, petrified. How often have I dreamed of her looking at me? But not like that! Gods, not like that!



She turns to one of her guards and casually points to the golden shackles embedded in the marble floor in front of her seat. Two of her bodyguards, members of her hundred-strong detachment of virginal Amazons, take the palm frond from my hand and drag me before her. I am brought to my knees and my hands are bound with the short golden chains that are firmly anchored in the ground between my feet. The shackles force me to stay on my knees and keep my hands behind my back.



With a quick jerk they tear the loincloth from my hips and the whole court stares at my young, taut boner. I bow my head. Of course I have to stare at my cock, the tip of which is already glistening with a small transparent drop.



“Look at me...”



My heart thunders like crazy under my chest as I look up and see her reclining casually in her cushions, her legs crossed, with this devious grin on her lips.



Do you think I'm pretty?



“No, Basilissa, please... I...”



“So you don't think I'm pretty?”



“Of course you are mistress, you are beautiful, I...”



“Would you like to fuck me?”



The words get stuck in my throat. Did she just really say that?



“Mistress, please... I'm not in the position to...”



“You didn't say no - so I have to take that as a yes... and your cock speaks more than your lips ever could...”



“Please forgive me, mistress…It will never happen again... I...”



The grin on her face widens as she stands up and steps towards me. She comes to a halt in front of me, grabs a tuft of my blonde hair and pulls my head back so that I have to look into her face.



The smell of her perfume makes my heart beat faster and faster as she gently runs her hands over my pecs and my neck all the way up to my chin. My dick quivers with pleasure as her gentle touch sends a shiver through my whole body.



“Those hard muscles... chiseled, yet so sensitive... what a beautiful strapping stallion. If you could, you would fuck me without mercy... looks like you need a little lesson in self-restraint, slave...”



She turns away, beckons a slave girl over and settles back on her sofa. The girl kneels to my right. She is has a delicate, freckled face, green eyes, chestnut hair, braided into two plaits, and is as scantily clad as I am. She looks like a young angel.



“Kalista, be so good and give the lad a hand so he won't have to feel his heavy shoulders anymore. Miko, if the slave dares to come, take his head. Let it roll so he kisses my feet.”



My heart skips a beat.



“No! Mistress, please...! I...”



But already I feel Miko's ice-cold blade under my chin. She orders me with her sword to slightly raise my head and bend forward a little. I have to look at the queen, as she lies back contentedly in her cushions, stretching her crossed legs.



I gasp as a tender hand touches my rock-hard cock. It is Kalista, the beautiful girl who is about to sign my death warrant with my seed.



“Please” I whisper, but she doesn't stop. She runs up and down my cock with rhythmic movements, making it twitch and squirm with pleasure - it's like heaven. And she does it with such care and tenderness, while Miko stands behind me, silent and ready, just waiting for me to cum so she can make my head roll.



Glassy drops trickle down my body, naked for everyone to see, as I clench my fists and tense every muscle to keep myself together and not spill into the slave's hands all the while I stare open-mouthed at the queen, not daring to move as I offer my bare neck to the young executioner.



“What a handsome boy - more and more I begin to believe you are a son of Apollo. How wonderful it is to see you die young. Your beauty must not be allowed to age and decay.”



Kalista increases the pace and jerks me off ever faster. I can feel the pleasure building inside me, my breath coming ever quicker. I have to concentrate more and more - if I show even a moment of weakness, I won't be able to hold it anymore and my head will... fall. And yet the thought of my impending decapitation sends a pleasurable shiver down my spine -which only drives me closer to my certain death.



“Hmm, before you lose your head out of sheer lust, young hero, I want to present you with a little gift...”



With these words, Cleopatra undoes the little belt around her hips, opens her thin robe and spreads her legs. The world holds its breath for a moment as my gaze flies over her naked flawless body, her beautiful firm breasts, her athletic abdomen down to her silky soft labia…



No! I can't hold back any longer. I can feel the heat spreading through my lower body. No! No! Not yet! It's the point of no return that I've felt so many times before - the seconds that precede the certain release of semen...



I stare ecstatically at the young goddess in front of me- she knows the show will now reach its climax... A divine thrill runs from my cock through my whole abdomen as my semen rushes through my phallus with all its might and bursts out into the light. This heavenly feeling is only heightened by the infinite terror of what awaits me. My ejaculation resembles the end of the drum roll just before the blade falls.



No…!



Suddenly an icy shiver slides through the back of my neck and travels all the way to my throat. My head flies off my shoulders and spins through the air in a crimson waterfall. Time seems to slow down. I see my headless shackled body upside down, every muscle in it as tense as a bowstring all the while the beautiful Kalista keeps rubbing my erect phallus, out of which long white spurts shoot out, resembling the red jets from my cleanly cut neck.



I keep flying, facing the ground with huge eyes as it gets closer and closer. Then the world turns over. I roll across the floor until finally I come to a halt. I lie with my right cheek on the cold marble, my lips touching warm soft leather. I stare at the queen's sandaled feet, then let my gaze wander up her perfect thighs, across her wet vagina and finally I look into her eyes. She smiles down at me... her satisfied grin is the last thing I see in this world before it all goes dark…