Cleopatra issues a command

Neil and Mary stood before Cleopatra. He was completely naked, his cock embarrassingly erect. Mary noted that it was much less scrawny and unimpressive than the rest of him. She was still clad in her hot pink lace panties; thankfully the queen admired them enough to let her keep them on.

"Well," said Cleopatra. "Tell me, people of the future. Does your kind still engage in the act of thruggerancy or has that fallen out of fashion?"

The two scientists looked quizzically at each other. "The translator must not be able to understand that word," whispered Mary.

"You know, thruggerancy!" The queen stared at them, then made a circle out of her left thumb and forefinger and jabbed in and out of it with her right index finger.

Understanding dawned on the time travelers' faces, and along with it a deep red blush.

"Y..yes, your majesty," said Neil weakly.

"Between husband and wife, of course," Mary chimed in quickly, hoping to avoid wherever this was going. "And, just to be clear, Neil and I are not--"

Cleopatra clapped her hands loudly, twice in succession. Mary clamped her mouth closed as the doors to the throne room opened and a tall man entered. He was bald, his skin was olive hued, and he wore only a white loincloth. His muscles were impressive, and his naked chest was oiled.

The queen pointed at the man, and at one of the **** girls fanning her. "You two, demonstrate thruggerancy for our visitors."

As the scientists watched, the man and the girl stripped down completely. Then she dropped to all fours and he knelt behind her. The lovemaking that followed was terse and animalistic. Neil and Mary were distinctly uncomfortable as they observed the thrusting and grunting that unfolded in front of them. When the man let out a loud sigh, apparently indicating the completion of the deed, Cleopatra clapped her hands again. The pair quickly cleaned themselves and dressed in their skimpy outfits, with the girl returning to her position, and the man exiting the room.

The Egyptian monarch turned her gaze back to the two scientists. "Well? Is that how your people do it?"

They both nodded slowly. "Um...pretty much," said Neil. "Maybe with a bit more--" Mary jabbed him in the ribs with her elbows. "Ow!" he cried, turning to her with hurt eyes. "What's that for?"

"A bit more what?" inquired the queen.

"Music!" said Mary in a high-pitched voice. "Lots of music playing usually, isn't that right, Neil?" She looked at him hopefully, trying to get him to understand the danger of his words. He blinked at her, looking perplexed.

"Is that what you meant, Neil?"

He looked from Cleopatra to Mary and back again, utterly confused. "Well...um...no actually. I meant passion." Mary groaned inwardly.

"Passion?" The queen regarded him thoughtfully. "I suppose it's true. Slaves commanded to perform the deed may lack the requisite passion. Unlike, say, people who share a bond, who really know each other."

"Exactly," said Neil, his eyes brightening. "There's no substitute for the human connection when it comes to...um...thruggerancy."

There was that wicked smile on Cleopatra's face again. "I imagine that two people might know each very well, traveling together across the eons."

"Yes, they might indeed," nodded Neil. He turned to look at Mary, saw her expression, and then his smile dropped and his face blanched.

"Um, no," he said hastily. "Then again....they might not have any connection whatsoever!"

But it was too late. Cleopatra clapped her hands once and declared in her royal voice, "Neil and Mary from the future. I command you to perform thruggerancy together in front of me!"