Get a Blowjob and Make Some Changes Around Here

The Professor grabbed Hatshepsut by her hair and roughly pulled her up toward him. He looked into her eyes.

“Get on your knees, bitch.”

The Pharaoh grinned and hurriedly complied, jumping off the bed and kneeling next to him on the floor. She looked up at him, eyes full of need, and ran a hand over the crotch of his pants. He was rock hard.

The Professor looked down at her, drawing out this moment. “I think that Hatshepsut’s a little hard to say,” he commented casually. “I’m going to call you Cunt. That cool with you?”

The Queen nodded frantically. “Yes, yes, of course. Anything for you, my beloved.”

Her fingers fumbled at his local garments as she desperately tried to free his cock, but he caught her hand, stopping her.

“No,” he said, his voice firm. “I want you to beg, Cunt. What would you give to have my cock?”

“I would give all that I have,” Hatshepsut answered without hesitation. All of me, my body and my riches.” Seduction entered her eyes and her voice. “This is a prosperous kingdom, and all of its wealth is mine. I could make you rich beyond your wildest dreams, all you must do is allow me to taste your cock.”

“Would you give up your Kingdom?” he asked, a wry grin on his face. “Not just for you, but for all the future Queens who may follow?”

“Yes, yes!”

“Would you give up your immortal soul? Not just your body but your legacy for all time?”

He saw Hatshepsut’s breath catch. The Egyptian belief in the afterlife was so strong, it seemed some part of her wouldn’t quite go that far with the programming…but not a very big part of her.

“Yes, if you ask it of me.”

The Professor allowed himself a small smile. He knew then that she was completely under his power, would follow his instructions no matter how far they went. She would destroy her own kingdom and thank him for making her do it, if he asked her to. But he had something a little different in mind.

He pulled out his cock and said, “Go ahead, Cunt.”

Hatshepsut immediately went to work, taking as much of him into her mouth as he could. Her technique was imperfect, it was clear she hadn’t done this much (not a lot of guys have the balls to ask an absolute monarch to go down on them), but what she lacked in experience she made up for enthusiasm. Soon she settled into a rhythm, her tongue teasing his knob as her hand and mouth worked the shaft.

As she did so, he figured that maybe it was time to start making some of the changes he had come here for. The sex wasn’t just fun, the hormones and endorphins it triggered served as powerful reinforcement mechanisms. Yes, he has rewired her brain to accept everything he said, but also wanted her to remember it and think about it constantly. That’s what happened when told things to a woman under his control when his cock was in her mouth or her pussy.

“You have one son, I know,” the Professor told the Queen as her head bobbed up and down his shaft, “but that’s not even close to enough. You need to be constantly pregnant, your dynasty depends on it. And not just from one father, you need to fuck as many men as possible, in as many ways as possible. That will ensure strong kids. No more of this marrying your half-brother bullshit you royals love.”

Just for a moment, she pulled away from his dick, her eyes fixed on his, and nodded.

“Did I tell you stop, Cunt?” he growled.

He grabbed her by the hair and pushed his dick back into her mouth and down her throat. She gagged, but did not pull away. He could feel the back of Hatshepsut’s throat contracting around his cock, involuntarily trying to breathe, and it felt amazing. Her air now cut off, the Queen stared back him, making strangled noises deep in her throat, but did not try to pull back. He held her against him for at least ten seconds. Her eyes fluttered.

Then he pulled out and she took a deep, gasping breath, strings of spittle hanging between her mouth and his cock and falling down her chin. Without waiting, she immediately went back to work. He kept his hold on the back of her head and began to use her mouth like she was a fleshlight, roughly fucking her face.

As he did so, he said. “Things are going to change around here. I see that women and men seem pretty equal, all things considered. That’s against the rules of the Gods. The Gods say that women have one purpose, to be used by men for their pleasure and to serve men in every way. I saw that your slaves go naked. From now on, all women, even you, Cunt, are like slaves to all men. Women no longer need to wear clothing. I’ve seen your statues where you dress like a man. No more of that shit.”

This was something he had thought of watching the women in the marketplace. He knew that some time in the Middle Kingdom, not so long after Hatshepsut’s time, women’s clothing in Egypt became somewhat more conservative and it became common for them to cover their breasts. He hoped that by heading off that change now he could change what all women wore going forward.

The Professor grunted. Her throat felt fucking amazing. She made loud gulping noises as she took his dick all the way down to the base, her nose touching his stomach with each thrust. Her spit completely coated his shaft and was dripping down onto her tits. Her eyes, however, stayed on him at all times. He was close.

“What I just told you will now be the law, for you and the Kingdom,” he said with a groan. “You will make the declaration tomorrow. Anyone who protests, bring them to me. Your mine now, Cunt.”

With a final thrust, he came down her throat and in her mouth. She wrapped her lips around his cock and took as much of his cum as possible. Then her naked ass fell back onto the floor. She leaned back against the side of the bed, a huge smile on her face, showing just how full of cum her mouth was. Her face and tits were slick with saliva as his cum dripped from her mouth.

He looked down at her and said, “Clean yourself up, you’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

Her smile faded slightly and she scrambled forward onto her knees again.

“Please, beloved, fuck me. Use my pussy, it is yours.”

He grabbed her by the throat and pulled her up toward him.

“I’m not your beloved,” he said firmly, “I’m your Master. And if you’re a good Cunt, maybe I’ll fuck you later.”

“Yes, Master, I understand,” the Pharoah croaked out. “I’ll be a good cunt.”

The Professor released her and she fell back onto the bed. She looked back up at him, pure love for him in her eyes and his cum dribbling out of her mouth.