He couldn’t help but think back to the day Ra had appeared before him and Setau.
The crack of the whip hitting flesh made him cringe. He was walking behind Set, tugging on the thick rope as he and many other men dragged the huge square rock toward the second pyramid. It had taken years to complete the first triangular structure and although he was fitter than a lot of the other slaves, he was so tired he was scared if he closed his eyes he would never awaken again. Food was scarce and although they got to eat once a day, it wasn’t enough to fill a mouse. The only thing that kept them going was water and the sound of that whip being wielded.
He cursed the pharaohs sitting in the lap of luxury with their bellies full as they gave orders for the tombs to be made. Why anyone would spend so much on something for when they died he had no clue and no doubt would never understand. The money they spent on having their monuments made could feed all the slaves working for them for an entire year and probably vastly more.
What he hated most was the way the overseers treated them. It didn’t matter if you were young or old or on your last legs. If you weren’t seen as pulling your weight you were whipped to an inch of your life.
Each day his anger grew until he felt like he was consumed with rage. His inner turmoil grew hotter and higher with each passing second until he wondered if he would snap.
A cry of agony behind him had him spinning. The elderly man fell to his knees as the whip slashed across his back. Fury roared through him when he saw the man’s back had been flayed open, flesh torn apart and blood dripping down.
He caught the whip in his hand, a howl of wrath emitting from his mouth. He pulled on that whip as hard as he could. Set roared and joined him, both of them taking the overseer down, fists pounding until their knuckles split. More overseers came running but Sab didn’t care. He was in a berserker rage and took all of his anger out on as many men as he could.
He had no idea how long before he, Set and six others were taken down and although he knew he wouldn’t live to see the end of the day, the carnage he’d left behind was worth it. They were dragged to posts and secured with their hands restrained and the light slave tunics they wore were stripped from their bodies.
Sab looked at each man who had taken a stand against the cruelty of their masters and nodded his thanks. They each nodded in return but that was the last he saw of them until he met them in the plain between life and death.
This time he was the man under the lash of the cruel whip and although he wanted to cry out in agony he didn’t make a sound. Lash after lash ripped his flesh open and it took all of his will to remain on his feet. When the blessedness of unconsciousness beckoned he gave in to it willingly.
When he opened his eyes again he was surrounded by white fog, but there was no pain. Shadows moved through the mist and he was surprised to see Set and the other six men who had tried to help him save the old man.
“Where are we?” His voice seemed to echo off the fog but it also sounded suppressed.
“I do not know,” Set answered.
“You are in the fade,” a deep booming voice said. “The place between the living and the dead.”
A huge muscular man stalked toward them and although he looked familiar Sab couldn’t place him.
“You have a choice to make.”
The man had a golden aura around him and it was in that moment that Sab knew he was a god. The glow around his head was bigger and brighter than the rest of his body. Sab drew in a deep breath and knelt with his head bowed.
“Ra,” Sab whispered.
One by one the others knelt to the god in subservience. Sab had no idea why they were here but he didn’t want to antagonize the deity.
“Yes,” Ra said. “I need men like you. You are willing to fight against injustice and evil. If you agree to be my sentinels I will give you strength, stamina and speed beyond your imaginings. Your sight and hearing will be acute and you will have immortality.”
Sab wanted to ask more but didn’t dare question the god.
“My nemesis Apep is the cause of all this greed and evil. His shadow minions have been hard at work. If you decide to work for me I will give you weapons that will dispel the demonic with one swipe. Your life will be long and lonely but you will never again lack for food and I will provide you with a home.
“You have a few minutes to discuss it with the others, but the answer you give will be final. There will be no changing your mind once you decide.”
Sab didn’t need any time to think things over or discuss his decision with Setau. He had always hated how the rich and powerful got away with anything they wished and if he could make a difference in the world and help his fellow human beings, he would.
He looked at Set and his friend nodded.
“I am Pentu Chatha. This is my friend Paser Ebo. We say yes.”
“Nehi Fadil and I, Menna Jahi, agree.”
“As do Mitry Mois and I, Weni Oba.”
“Me too,” Sab murmured to Set.
“Good,” Ra boomed.
Set leaned over her, cupped her face, and then bent until their lips were pressed together. She opened to him without any hesitation and moaned as his tongue glided along hers. She kissed him back just as passionately as he was kissing her. He tasted so good. He tasted of passion and man and she couldn’t get enough.
When her lungs began to burn she broke the kiss and gasped for air and then she was gasping for another reason. Sab pushed her legs apart and smoothed his hands up her thighs until his thumbs were on her pussy lips. She groaned at the pleasurable sensations and then whimpered as his fingers slid between her folds, spreading the cream leaking from her cunt up to her clit.
“You’re so fucking wet,” Sab said in a growly voice. “I need to taste your honey.”
Zara drew in a deep ragged breath and closed her eyes when Sab hunkered down between her legs until his head was hovering over her pussy. Her eyes snapped open again when Set swirled his tongue around her nipple over the areola until the skin puckered and her nipple hardened even more.
A cry of pure pleasure left her mouth when Sab lowered his head, laving the tip of his tongue over her clit, causing her pussy to clench and more juices to weep out. When Sab pushed a finger up into her wet cunt a guttural sound formed in her chest and emitted from between her parted lips.
She’d never felt anything so exquisitely blissful in her life and he was only stroking a finger in and out of her pussy. She couldn’t imagine how wonderful it was going to feel once he had his cock in her vagina.
Set released the nipple he’d been sucking on and kissed her lightly on the lips. “Do you like what Sab is doing to you, baby? Do you like how it feels when he licks your cunt and finger fucks you?”
“Yes,” Zara moaned and groaned when Sab drew her clit into his mouth. Cream was continuously leaking from her pussy as he drove a finger in and out of her sex. It felt so damned amazing but she wanted one of her men to fill her cunt with their hard cocks.
Using the hand closest to Set, she placed it on his washboard abs and caressed down. The tip of her finger brushed against the damp head of his cock and her mouth watered for a taste. She wanted to know what his cock tasted like, needed to know if his pre-cum was salty or sweet or maybe a combination of both.
She reached down more and wrapped her hand around his hot and hard, yet surprisingly velvet-soft skinned erection. He moaned and shoved his hips toward her and when she adjusted her grip on him she realized that her fingers didn’t meet. He was so damn big and sexy all over and although she was a little trepidatious about his and Sab’s size, she wasn’t about to let a little nervousness stop them from claiming her. She hungered for them to fill her, for them to relieve the ache that had been growing stronger and more intense since she’d first spotted them walking into the diner.
The heat coursing through her veins got hotter and when Sab added another finger to her pussy and began driving them in and out of her faster and deeper, she felt as if she would melt right into the mattress.
Zara pumped her hand up and down Set’s cock, relishing the soft covered steel moving against her palm.
“That feels so fucking good, baby,” Set rasped. “Squeeze me harder, Zara.”
Set covered her hand and showed her how he liked to be stroked and she complied, wanting to give him as much pleasure as they were giving her.
When Sab pressed against a really sensitive spot inside of her at the top wall of her cunt, she cried out and arched up into his mouth. He made a growly sound and slurped at her cream and each time his fingers stroked in and out of her pussy, he made sure to rub that sweet spot. The tension built inside, her internal walls seeming to gather closer and closer together as the friction of his rubbing digits created pleasurable friction along her wet flesh, until she was hovering on the precipice of something so big she began to shake.
“Let go, baby. Don’t fight the feelings, we won’t let you fall. We’ll catch you, Zara. Now come!” Set slanted his mouth over hers, kissing her rapaciously as he cupped both her breasts in his hands and then tweaked her nipples between his fingers and thumbs.
That, and the way Sab was stroking that spot inside her cunt as he flicked and sucked on her clit sent her screaming toward the heavens.
Bliss held her in its grip, her pussy pulsing and contracting around Sab’s still moving fingers as he sucked and licked at her clit. Her body quaked and quivered, juices gushed from her cunt and her limbs trembled.
She writhed and thrashed in the throes of a powerful orgasm, hearing a roaring sound in her ears and she saw stars flash before her eyes.