Cleopatra’s Betrayal

Cleopatra was horny.

Water was wet.

These were truisms of equal stature.

“Were you watching?” Her phone was pressed to her face, the other hand was busy pleasuring herself as she walked through the hallway.

“Of course I did.” Mark Anthony’s voice was heavy with lust. “I can’t wait to see what they’ve done to you.”

“I hope it’s horrid! I hope it’s a fucking tradgedy, gods I need to come. Can I cum my love?”

“No cara the cameras are off, you must save yourself for me.”

Cleopatra closed her eyes like news of her child’s **** had just reached her ears. “We’re you every this cruel to your slaves?”

“Get here and find out just how cruel.”

Cleopatra hissed in frustration, and hung up. She needed to be in his bed now!

Her phone buzzed with an update, and she felt a new compulsion, always an erotic sensation. She needed to be up to date on everything that was happening so she could be of help to the master. She opened her phone, and saw that the notification was to inform her of who her target would be.

Mark Anthony.

Cleopatra bit her lips, and her knees quivered. “I’m cumming!” She hissed with a rapturous smile. “Thank you master, Mark Anthony is going to love this…”

——-

“I’m removing I Want It all.” Olympias said slowly, like the sentence was an instrument of ****. Mary and Helen, had both left, they were alone at the table, the taste of pineapple was still fresh in her tongue.

Cleopatra gasped. To lose any of her precious traits was outrageous but that was by far her favorite, it was her treasure, her pet, her master, it was…

Gone.

The holes in her brain… she could feel them being filled in. Something was coming over her! What was this sensation?

Disgust!

Shame!

These siblings of the apocalypse descended upon her being and with their mighty scythes cut down any lust or peace of mind. Like rows of wheat neatly harvested, the lustful pathways of her brain were cut clean.

The things she’d thought about, the things she’d masturbated to! She wanted to turn these women into creatures! Into animals! Poor Eve could hardly function because of her, and Erica! The girl who was trying to save them all… she’d practically delivered her to the greatest predator of all time!

“I’m going to be sick!” Cleopatra tried to get up, but her hand slipped on the side of the table, and she tumbled down.

She hit the floor and pressed her hands to her head. She tried to find somewhere in her mind to hide, but everywhere she turned she could still see the impression of the sick thoughts she’d so carefully cultivated. It was like draining dirty water from a tub, only to find the line of dirt left at the water’s crest.

Then unexpected to her, and the universe at large, Olympias offered her a hand.

Cleopatra looked up and saw Olympias in all her glory. Cleopatra actually gasped when she caught sight of the woman. Crowned with horns, with a violet halo at the back of her head, she looked divine. Like a goddess. The beauty sobbed, as she stared up at her nemesis. Her glory filled Cleopatra and had washed away her filth. She felt reborn.

“Take my hand child,” Olympias said, her voice was one of supreme authority. At another time she would have been angered at Olympias calling her a child but it felt so fitting now. “You walk with me forevermore.”

“Yes.” Cleopatra sobbed, taking the hand. “Yes Olympias.”

And that is how Cleopatra became Olympias’ most dedicated minion. Not through **** and training. Cleopatra had the zeal of the convert.

How was it that Cleopatra, Isis herself, queen of the Nile, found herself under Olympias’ sway? Someone so mighty and proud.

It’s simple.

For thousands of years have the masses both grand and small not been moved by the simple refrain: “Forgive us, our sins”?

——-

Atossa lamely dragged the pickaxe behind her as she stumbled towards the basement. There was something calling to her…

Calling…

The storage room was already open. Already filled with the dust of excavation.Already the holiday decorations and crates marked “bedding” were moved aside. Stan, Zheng, Shi, and Lilith were already there. They paid her no mind they all had their own axes and shovels and were already knee deep in a hole.

Without a word, Atossa hefted her pickaxe into her hands, and started digging.

——-

To betray Mark Anthony…

She came at the thought a day ago. Now it made her sick, everything made her sick. Her whorish clothing, this ever present need to be at Satan’s side. The way everyone would spank and grope her as they walked by. The unflattering truth that she still needed points to get to 100 or else she’d slide right back into the slime she’d sentenced Zheng to.

In other words: Betray Mark Anthony.

“I saw you licking food off of Olympias’ foot, you looked submissive as a kitten.” Mark Anthony had managed to surprise her. He was sitting on the railing of a deck above her. He was dressed in the lodge’s uniform and just looked so handsome she thought she was going to die.

In a former life he would have said that line in reproach. Now, it was lust-tinted foreplay.

“I owe her everything,” Cleopatra whispered, her eyes were trained on the floorboards.

“My wife the ****!” He leapt to the ground like a swashbuckler. He put his hands on his hips. He tried to, but was compelled to honk her tits instead x her top was little more that two pasties, connected by a yellow belt. “That makes me so horny I could pop.”

He leaned forward for a kiss and she returned it, with interest. Before he knew it his back was pressed against the wall. They melded together as they so often did, and that little peck turned into a long and heartfelt embrace. Their lips only seperated for air.

“You’re crying…” Mark Anthony finally noticed. In that moment the whole world held its breath. For every being knew that there was no deed, no heroism, no evil Mark Anthony would not commit to right whatever wrong had been committed against his soulmate.

“I have to betray you.” She was miserable.

He was not. His north was effortless. “It must be something terrifying if even you feel bad.” He was giddy. Cleo had given to him what came naturally to Nero. “I only ask that you let me have an erection so I can truly enjoy it.”

“I won’t.”

“Ah!” He gripped his chest, run through with a rapier. “Your cruelty knows no end! From **** to mistress. Just like that.”

“No.” She gripped his hands. “Cara,I can not change you. I will not change you. You’re perfect.”

Now he sensed something was wrong. “But last night…”

“Last night disgusted me! The things we said I’d do to you… the creatures we’d have you become! It’s vile Mark Anthony.”

He nodded. “Yes I know, that’s what makes it so hot. The transgression, the vulgarity. You showed me! I want this, don’t stop yourself from winning on my account.”

“Don’t you see?” She held his hands to her face. “I can’t betray you now, because i betrayed you then! I should never have changed you.”

“No my love no. We’ve never been closer.” He kissed her forehead. “I understand you.”

“You disgust me!” She pulled away, heart breaking.

That hurt, the pain showed on his face. “You made me this way.”

“It was a mistake! I can’t even bare to be around you.”

“Please stop.” He now held his own heart.

“I’m not coming back to our bedroom. I don’t want to see you anymore.” She closed her eyes dreaming of a world where he would hit her. That would make her feel better, the violent release of grief, well deserved on her part would be a dramatic and satisfying end to this scene.

But nothing came.

He simply waited for her to open her eyes, his face was sorrow.”As always I will obey your desires with slavish devotion. You’ll never see me again.” He sobbed now. “Just know…” his mind raced into the world of poetry. If it was her will, these were the last of his words she would ever hear. What should he say?

That thousands of years of **** were worth this last month with her? That he’d go through it all again? That she was the sun, the stars, and all the glory of the world to him, and that he would die without her?

No, no poetry just the truth.

“I love you, Cleopatra.”