A Message from the Gods

The Professor watched from a balcony the next morning as Hatshepsut took her throne, completely naked except for her crown as Pharoah and gold jewelry. Her throne, more of a stool really, sat on a raised dais in front of an audience filled with the elite of Thebes. Several older men and women, dressed in what he supposed was priestly garb were also on the dais, talking quietly among themselves. Hatshepsut’s nudity was causing a great deal of discussion and murmuring among all those present, even though there were several naked slaves in the room, one of whom, a thin woman with small boobs and dark skin, was currently fanning the Pharoah with a fan of ostrich feathers.

One of the priests stepped forward, a middle-aged man. He bowed low before Hatshepsut.

“My Pharoah,” he intoned. “Should you not don your royal garments? It is unknown for God’s Wife to walk among us dressed so.”

Or not dressed so, The Professor thought.

“Rise, my Priest,” Hatshepsut said. “For I am God’s Wife, and the Gods have given to me a vision. They have told me that for women to wear clothes is against the natural order.”

This caused a great deal of additional discussion, but the Queen held up a hand and the murmur quieted down.

“From this moment on, it shall be a crime for women to walk clothed among men,” Hatshepsut pronounced.

There was a brief pause. The Professor had half-suspected he’d need to control half the nobles of Egypt if this was actually going to work. But then, one after the other, the dozens of women in the room all undid their dresses and other garments, letting them fall to the floor of the palace. Breasts and asses of all ages and sizes were now on public display. They all displayed prominent bushes of pubic hair, too. The Professor made a mental note to maybe do something about that, given his preferences.

“That was not the only message given to me,” the Queen continued. “From now on, the proper place of women is to be as slaves to men, to serve them in all ways.”

Hatshepsut looked up at where The Professor stood, and as she did so lewdly stuck a finger in her pussy, then slowly drew it out. It glistened, evidencing the fact that making this decree made her sopping wet. She turned to her Head Priest, staring at him, then slipped the finger into her mouth and slowly sucked off her own juices.

“My Pharoah…” the Priest began to protest.

“Do you question my words, I who rule by divine right?”

Without waiting for an answer, Hatshepsut slipped down from her throne and onto her knees. Swiftly, she pulled out the Priest’s cock and began to suck.

Neither the Priest nor anyone else present questioned the Queen’s commands that day any further. The Professor supposed that sometimes it was helpful for the ruler to be seen as speaking for the Gods. That ruler being very enthusiastic about giving head didn't hurt, either.

Sometime later, as messengers carried the Pharaoh's new decrees throughout Egypt, Hatshepsut herself retired to her own chambers, where she found the Professor waiting for her.

She fell to her knees, eyes downcast, and asked, “Have I been a good cunt, Master?”

The Professor put a hand on her chin and gently guided her to look up at him. “You have. And now it’s time for your reward. What would you like, Cunt? Anything you want, it’s yours.”

“Will you…” she hesitated. “Will you fuck me, Master?”

The Professor couldn’t help a small smile. “Well, if you insist.”

Hatshepsut eagerly got down on all fours in the middle of her chamber, and the Professor pulled out his dick and positioned himself at the entrance to her pussy. He teased her for a moment, running it up and down her slick opening.

“Please, Master,” she mumbled. She was barely able to speak, she was so horny. After all, she had been blowing men for hours, driving herself into a frenzy, but the Professor had expressly told her to save her pussy for him. “Please, I need your cock. I need your cum. Fuck me, please.”

He pushed inside her, and she gasped and let out a wordless scream, as if a dam had burst. The Professor proceeded to fuck her from behind, her supple ass cheeks slapping against him with each thrust. As he continued, he went faster and faster, spanking her a few times as he did.

He leaned forward, grabbed her hair, and roughly pulled her back toward him. He put one hand around her throat, holding her close to him as he kept fucking her.

“Now listen, Cunt,” he said. “I know you Egyptians love to build monuments and tombs, right? Your subjects are carving your name into walls up and down the Nile as we speak?”

She groaned, her eyes rolling slightly upwards.

“From now on, whenever your picture is carved somewhere, whenever a statue is built in your honor, you will tell your people to show you serving men and their cocks. You will only be shown with cum on your face and a dick in your ass. That will be your only legacy.”

She let out a strangled noise deep in her throat, unable to speak. Her pussy clenched around his cock. The sound of her ass slapping against him hard grew in volume.

“And I almost forgot, you’re gonna start shaving your pubic hair,” he told her. “That’s going to be the new standard for all women.”

“Yesyesyesyeyes,” she cried out.

“Now, Cunt,” he said, “when you come, I want you to think about how, for the rest of time, all anyone will ever know about you is that you were a fucking slut who wanted to **** all the women in Egypt to be fucking sluts too. Think about how fucking hot that makes you.”

Hatshepsut’s eyes had almost fully rolled upward, her mouth hanging open as he plowed into her.

“Now, come harder than you’ve ever come in your life.”

The Queen’s mouth fell open wider, but for a second no sound came out. Her legs started to quiver uncontrollably and could no longer hold her up. She fell forward, back onto her hands and knees. When sound did come out, she screamed “FUCK!” at the top of her lungs. Or the Ancient Egyptian equivalent, at any rate. She kept shaking for several seconds, and as she did, the Professor reached his own climax, shooting his cum into her pussy.

He wondered where she was in her cycle. It would be fun if the next Pharoah was actually his descendant.

Her orgasm slowly ebbed away, leaving a huge smile on her face. “By the Gods,” she whispered.

She looked back at him, half-drunk from pleasure, while his sperm seeped out of her pussy.

It was a beautiful sight. Back in 2023, the prosecutor had argued that The Professor hated women. That couldn’t be further from the truth. He knew that women were happiest serving men. He was just showing them the way to bliss. If he’d had a camera on him, he could have taken a picture of Hatshepsut to use as Exhibit A.

Taking in his little Pharoah slut, he realized that he would soon need to decide what to do next. He’d checked the fuel in his Time Travel Device and realized he could probably only make a few more trips before he needed more, and he’d noticed a lot of history lacked easy access to radiated Ditritium. So perhaps he should return to a time closer to his own, where he could refuel and check on his progress.

Or he could keep fucking his way through history, he had at least a couple jumps left. Staying for a while in this time for a while also had its appeal, he realized as he casually reached out and squeezed his Cunt’s ass. He had admittedly grown quite fond of having an absolute monarch as his personal whore.

As he pondered this, he watched the Pharaoh Hatshepsut, the first great woman of history, reach down and scoop a bit of his cum out of her pussy with her finger, then bring it to her mouth and suck it off. She smacked her lips in satisfaction, thrilled with her new life.