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Master For A Day	By : tehuti88 Category: Fairy Tales, Fables, Folklore, Legends, and Myth > Myths Views: 4416 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AFF STORY CODES/CONTENT WARNINGS: Abuse, Angst, BDSM, Complete, D/s, H/C, HJ, Humil, M/F, M/s, OC, Oneshot, Oral, RapeFic, S&M, SH, Toys, UST, Violence, Voy, Other (sexual activity w/ no humans involved)
STORYLINE CODE: H (set in the Horus/Kemet storyline)
TAKES PLACE DURING (specific story): NA
PAIRING: Upuat/Seii (M/F)
EXPLANATION: Please check out "Role Reversal" for the explanation behind Upuat, Seii, and their "relationship." These two scenes ended up being much alike for some reason, even down to Seii's screaming fit. Quite a while back I started an adult story about Upuat's initial imprisonment and breaking-in, called "The Good Dog," but it has yet to be finished, if ever...
PERSONAL DISCLAIMERS: Pa'akh was a new character (one of Seii's servants, also entrapped with her) created for the sole purpose of barging in on the two while they were busy and causing a huge misunderstanding...though I may just keep him around a bit longer.
This scene is from circa 2003, so some details and the writing style may be out of date.

Master For A Day

Seii stared at her hands for a moment, rage and pain and frustration welling up inside her. With a scream she threw a tantrum, knocking all of the contents of her table to the floor in an almost exact re-creation of how she'd acted before. She knew it was childish but didn't care. The pain was too great. She knew that Upuat, crouched respectfully back in his corner, must have flinched back at the action, and for the first time she was angered that he had to see this. What she did next, though, was completely unexpected.
She put her hands down on the table, chest suddenly heaving. Her vision grew blurry; before she could fight it, loud racking sobs suddenly burst forth and the tears streamed from her eyes. If Upuat had not been the only one there, she would have hidden her face in shame. Such a childish reaction!
Upuat's ears, first flattened back against his head, slowly rose again and she knew that his look grew perplexed. She wasn't supposed to cry. This, she supposed, was the reason why she didn't wish him to see it--after all of his training, just what he needed was something like this to confuse him as to who was master and who was slave. From the corner of her eye she saw him slowly stand up without being asked, yet keeping his head low; still, he stared at her as if that would make her stop. It didn't. So he whined.
Seii did cover her face this time, turning away. Her sobbing didn't abate.
"Mistress?"
She didn't reply to him. She didn't feel like doing so, especially since she couldn't explain it to herself either. She felt like slamming her fists through the tabletop, but knew that it would do no good.
She sensed him coming closer, still keeping his head down. He whined at her and she clenched her teeth. She hated when he whined, unless it was in pain. She didn't much care about the details now though. She was too preoccupied with herself to punish him for irritating her.
His whine grew louder until it almost joined hers, and then it broke off and she started abruptly to feel his arms around her. Her first instinct was to whirl around and push him off--he must be after her wand. Then she noticed that his hands were nowhere near her waist at all, but crossed around her chest to clasp her close. She could feel his broad chest against her back, the fancy pectoral that she'd given him pressing into her skin. His furry muzzle met the back of her neck and then the side of her face.
"Mistress, please don't cry!"
"Leave me alone," she muttered, without much conviction. She couldn't tell if he saw through her words or decided to disobey her, since he didn't let go, nor did he leave. If anything his grasp grew tighter.
"Please Mistress, you must not cry."
She sucked in a breath, determined to quit, and to thrash him soundly for ordering her around. Instead a fresh torrent of tears escaped her, and instead of pushing him away she turned around in his arms and pressed herself to his chest, sobbing loudly. He held her tight, muzzle to her cheek, whimpering. She couldn't stop the tears from flowing, and simply cried herself out against him, until her breath came raw and her eyes were too puffy and worn to cry any longer. She sucked in ragged breaths instead, one hand scrubbing at her stinging eyes. The whole time, Upuat didn't let go.
After the longest time Seii recovered her breath, still rubbing her eyes, and managed to address him. "Lord Upuat," she croaked; on hearing his name he started moving, only taking her along with him. She almost started again. Something soft met the back of her legs, and she realized that he had steered her toward her bed and set her down upon the edge of it. He sat beside her, holding her hands in his own, whining softly but still keeping his head low. She drew one of her hands back and wiped it across her face.
"Lord Upuat," she said again, voice clearer. "You disobeyed me. Not once, but twice. You forget your place."
"This vile dog apologizes...but the mistress must not cry."
"You dare to tell me what I shall and shall not do? How poorly have I trained you, dog?"
"I apologize, Mistress...but..."
"Never mind." Her voice came out sharper than she'd intended, and he flinched back, bringing his hands back to himself. He kept his eyes from her now and she knew that he expected punishment. For a brief second her hand hovered over the stick at her side--but only for a moment. The way he had comforted her without asking, how he'd known that it was not her place to cry...
She reached out to him, even as his eyes squinted shut and he whined, and stroked the side of his face. His tensed muscles relaxed slightly and his eyes opened, blinking at her. She smiled at the confused look there, and gently ruffled his fur.
"Sweet little dog," she murmured, touching his neck. "To bring comfort to your mistress...you get your orders confused sometimes, but you are a good little dog."
He still didn't seem convinced of her change of heart. When she stood he shrank back, but she took his hand and ordered him. "Come, little dog. I have yet to take the day's bath, before I forget. Follow."
He stood and obeyed without a word. They made their way out of her room, down the dark echoing hallways, to the sumptuous pool room. Within here, a large pool of the darkest obsidian water filled the middle of the room, surrounded by black pillars and tiling and openings to the courtyards outside. It was always dark in this realm. A sort of twilight reigned outside, though small lamps lent a soft flickering light to the whole. They glittered on the surface of the water like tiny fires.
Seii stepped up to the side of the pool, shedding her clothes. She touched one foot into the water and sighed. It was cool, not cold enough to freeze, but just the right temperature to calm her after the long day. She turned to face Upuat, still behind her, and smiled at him again, moving close.
"Dear little dog," she said, running her hand down his chest. He was dressed in the fine new clothes she had given him, as a reward for his excellent performance the past several nights; they were in the style of his own people, all gold and white and blue, and his whole body seemed to glitter while he wore them. He looked every bit a god, which he was; though she knew that he was her god, her toy, her plaything, to do with as she liked.
She smiled inwardly now...
"Sweet Upuat." Her eyes met his. "You look divine, truly divine, in these clothes...please remove them for your mistress, dear dog."
He reached behind himself to unlatch the pectoral. She turned her attention briefly to the dark pool, waiting patiently. She had never brought him here before, yet he hadn't hesitated. She would enjoy her bath very much tonight. Turning back, she watched him slip his kilt down over his hips and remove his sandals.
"You may keep your jewelry, dear Upuat. I wouldn't ask you to remove it, not now. You have a very pretty face."
He didn't reply; she hadn't asked a question. She moved forward to place her hand on his chest, her mouth to his nipple, teeth teasing it slightly. He still didn't speak, though she knew he felt it. With a growing smile she took his hands and led him toward the pool, giggling softly as she stepped down into its inky depths. The wolf god followed without question, the water rising up to his chest. Seii allowed herself to float around him, touching him, hand slipping beneath the surface to caress the warm sac between his legs.
"Dear little Upuat," she murmured, though he was in no way little. "I hope you enjoy it here as I do...it's always been so lonely, taking my baths by myself...I wish I had thought of inviting you along before."
No response, though his breath had picked up slightly. Her own smile did as well. She steered him to the shallow corner, motioned him to sit upon the step leading into the water. He did so, and it trickled down his skin; only his lower legs disappeared beneath the surface. Seii brought herself up, reaching under again to caress him, then leaned forward into his lap, directing his penis into her mouth.
Upuat's chest hitched. She smiled to herself. Her tongue ran along the warm hardening surface, fingers digging lightly in the thick hair surrounding it. Upuat began to pant uncontrollably, and Seii admired the size of him within her mouth. Her tongue flicked over the tip of his shaft, a grin in her eyes.
"I see that you like your mistress to play slave to you, dear little puppy...is this something you desire?"
He barely shook his head. "N...no, Mistress...you are my mistress and I am your slave."
"Still, silly Upuat, I can tell you lie, that you enjoy it...tell me this is true?"
"I...no, Mistress...I merely can't..."
"Fear not, sweet little puppy...there is no trick in my words this time. You will not be punished if you can satisfy me this night. I'm feeling kindly tonight."
"My Mistress is most forgiving and tolerant."
She rose, taking his hands again and drawing him down into the water with her so their chests touched. Her breasts bobbed at the surface as she stroked his neck. "Dear Upuat, I think you should play at being master just for this day...and I your slave." Her lips brushed his ear. "You could take me whenever you like, as many times as you like...however you like."
"Mis--"
"Hush, little dog." She put a finger to his lips. "I am still your mistress. So I command it. You will be the master. Just for tonight. We shall have some great fun with each other, yes?"
His eyes were conflicted and desiring. She smiled.
"I can see the lust in your eyes, dear Upuat...so do not tell me lack of interest is an excuse. I can tell you wish to take me...so I give you the choice...to do it however you like...whichever brings you the most pleasure. For tonight," she whispered, mouth lightly pressing to his own, before pulling back. Her smile grew and she floated in the water. "Well?"
"Mistress, if I..."
"Shh, Master Upuat. I belong to you now." She tucked her hands behind her back, eyes beckoning. "Well...Master?"
The anxiety failed to leave his eyes--he must have been waiting for some sort of trick--but when she allowed him no other choice...when she slipped closer to rub her body against him, staring up into his eyes worshipfully...then his demeanor changed, as she knew it would. He was good at roleplaying. After all, she had taught him.
His eyes narrowed slightly and his pant increased. Seii placed her head against his chest. "Lord Upuat? Master? Tell your slave what you most desire, and it will be yours..."
His hands took her arms. Her inward smile grew. He steered her around him, back to the shallow corner of the pool, and, swimming toward it, he pushed her down over the steps so she lay prostrate. She laughed silently, body shivering, when he parted her buttocks, spreading her legs wide so they draped over the edges into the water.
"Does my master desire to take me like a dog?" she questioned. "As any strong wolf takes his bitch...is this how my master wishes to take me?"
He growled. She laughed again. Upuat's body suddenly crushed down into hers, almost knocking the breath from her; she clutched at the pool's edge to brace herself and let out a groan when his massive hardness penetrated her. His hands pressed flat on her shoulderblades, keeping her shoved down underneath him.
She caught her breath and shut her eyes, moaning desirously as Upuat thrust within her. Oh gods...he was always good. Even when he failed to bring her as much satisfaction as she required, he was always good. She assumed that his size was part of it. But also his training. She had trained him very well, so the slave now took his mistress as her master.
She whined, as she figured that he would do. The sound aroused him and he growled again. "Does my master desire me?" Seii whispered, breathless. "Does he find his bitch satisfying?"
The wolf god's breath came hot and close to her ear. She sensed his sharp teeth next to her. "You wish an answer, slave?"
Her whole body tingled. Slave! She'd taught him so well! "If a lowly slave may ask questions of her master," she said, to which he replied:
"This bitch is satisfactory, slave, if she continues to do her master's bidding."
Seii shrieked with laughter, and then with surprise when he viciously impaled her. His hips ground hers into the stone. Her feet splashed in the water and she yelped, only to feel his nails raking her back savagely. This time she nearly screamed in pain.
She liked it.

Pa'akh wandered through the halls, seeking the source of the noise. He was the only other one in Seii's dark palace, and a eunuch at that, and so he could not serve her as he knew she wanted men to. She had the god for that. The Kemeti neter, whom she had broken down to do her bidding, whenever she wished. He had been a difficult one to break, but she had done it, and quickly. Now he was nothing more than her slave--a pretty, godly slave, but a slave nonetheless.
He hardly thought of this at the moment, though...not long ago the first shrill scream had drawn his attention, and at first he had assumed that his mistress was angry again. But when the screaming only continued, in a strange staccato rising and falling pattern, he realized that something must be wrong. She never screamed like that. Not when she was angry. The sound had taken on an edge that was pained or...fearful. What would cause her to become fearful?
It took much to frighten her...he had to find out what was going on.
He finally neared the source of the sound--it came from the pool room. Heart squeezing up into his chest, he raised the stick that he carried, moving swiftly and silently. Seii's scream only grew, and he then heard a strange sharp growling from within--she wasn't alone in there! His heart felt ready to burst from his throat. He reached the door and pushed it open, peering inside fearfully.
He saw his mistress almost immediately--and what was happening--and jammed a hand to his mouth in shock. Seii hung tossed over a small wooden stand, legs hanging off one side, head and arms off the other. She gripped onto the stand's legs to keep from falling on her head, but screamed and thrashed as much as she could, nonetheless. Her legs were spread wide. And the neter, Upuat, was clenching her hips, slamming himself inside her repeatedly, raping her as she screamed ceaselessly. Her legs flailed at his sides as he pushed, loud lustful grunts of obvious pleasure escaping him.
"Nooooooo-oooo!!" Seii shrieked, head jerking back. Her eyes were shut tight, tears streaming down her face; she had bitten her lip through so blood trickled down her chin. Vicious clawmarks lined her naked back, bruises upon her hips and thighs where he had grabbed her and forced her down underneath him.
Upuat just snarled, buttocks pumping, hips pushing her forward into the stand. Pa'akh noticed how large he was--how badly he must be hurting her as he pushed inside as far as she would allow him--and beyond. The wolf god leaned down over his victim, hands squeezing her hips so tight that she winced in pain.
"Do you like pain, slave? You've proven that you do. I'll give you great pain such as you've never felt! And make you beg for it!"
Seii's voice came back ragged and pained. "N-no, Master--please!--"
Upuat's snarl grew. He stood with his back straight, bent at the knees to be able to reach her as he was so much taller. However, at her plea he stood up completely, dragging her up with him so she screamed in agony. His plunging only grew harder, more vicious, his grunting louder and more frenzied.
Pa'akh finally came to his senses. The wolf god savaged his mistress before him--he had evidently overcome her somehow, perhaps by taking her stick, and had turned upon her. What better punishment for serving as her personal sex slave, than inflicting the same pain and humiliation that she'd inflicted on him, by raping her? It was obvious that he enjoyed the act immensely, if the lust in his eyes and the pleasured sounds that he let out were any indication. And his assault had only become more violent since he'd first looked in. Pa'akh had to stop him--before he killed her.
With a sudden yell, he charged into the room, raising the stick and bringing it down. He had just the chance to see a look of surprise come across the wolf god's face, and delighted in it before the heavy stick came down--not on his head as had been planned, but on his shoulder, when the neter pulled himself from the gasping Seii and dodged to the side, raising his arm. He let out a startled yelp--Good, filthy dog! Pa'akh thought viciously--before Pa'akh thought to raise the stick and bring it down again, raining blows over the god's body. Now that he was under attack, he didn't fight back; he kept his arms up to shield his face, trying to scuttle toward the pool, but Pa'akh decided that he wouldn't let him get that far. He'd already defiled his mistress enough. He tried to aim for the god's head, striking his arm and hearing bone crack as the pathetic neter yelped again in agony.
"You FOOL!!"
Pa'akh had just enough time to wonder who Seii was yelling at when something struck him in the side of the head, knocking him to the floor. His stick flew from his hand, beyond his reach. Holding one hand up against the sudden throbbing, feeling blood, he glanced up in surprise. Seii stood over him, naked, fists clenched and teeth bared in rage. She wasn't staring at the cowering Upuat--but at him.
"M-Mistress--?" Pa'akh managed to get out, before she flung up her arms and screamed.
"You stupid ASS! What do you think you were doing? No one may beat him but ME! He is MY slave! You may NOT touch him!"
"But--M-Mistress--he was attacking you--"
"He was 'attacking' me because I WANTED him to!" She let out a frustrated yell and flung her arm out at Upuat, still cowering on the floor, arms over his head, a small pitiful whining sound escaping him. "See what you've done? It will take him HOURS to come out of that sulk! He cannot perform when he's completely terrified, not without force. He will be useless the rest of this day! All because you presumed to RESCUE me from him!"
Pa'akh started crawling away from her now, his own arms going up to protect himself. "I apologize, Noble Goddess, I had no way of knowing--I'm sorry--I thought he was hurting you--!"
"You think this pathetic dog can hurt ME?" The goddess's voice rose to an ear-shattering shriek and she waved an arm at the wolf god again, her screaming drowning out his whining. "LOOK AT HIM! He cowers like a beaten puppy! He thinks you too now have the same power stick that I possess to punish him. You have ruined EVERYTHING! I must start to train him anew simply so he does not begin to look to YOU as his master!"
"I'm sorry, Mistress!" Pa'akh sobbed, beyond terrified now.
"Your apologies will NOT suffice!" Pa'akh shrieked and scrambled to his feet when Seii's stick whipped against his back, sending a bolt of hideous pain shooting through him. Upuat only curled in on himself more, his howls growing louder. Seii whipped Pa'akh completely from the room--and he was only relieved that she chose not to follow him from there.

Beyond furious, Seii watched the pathetic eunuch go running from the room before turning back to Upuat. She bared her teeth again, eyes glowing in anger. Once again the day had been spoiled. That was the one thing she hadn't been able to beat into the neter...the ability to overcome his beatings to pleasure her yet more. She knew that he had to fear her in order to perform, but when he was most afraid he was least pleasurable. This she couldn't stand.
Nevertheless, she put the stick away--it would do no good, he was already terrified--and approached him, kneeling down in front of him. As soon as he noticed her near he yelped and shrank back in on himself. She suppressed an irritated sigh and reached under his arm to touch his face.
"Shhh, sweet little dog," she murmured, stroking his bruised skin. "No, you have not angered me this day. Calm yourself. Don't fear me now. I won't hurt you tonight, I promise."
He whimpered piteously, but one arm lowered slightly so she could see his eye. Pa'akh had managed to strike him in the face, so a large bruise darkened his eye. She felt like ripping the eunuch's head off when she saw it marring his pretty face.
"Poor dog." She touched the bruise and he flinched. "Don't worry. I'll fix you up. No more pain for you tonight. Come, back with me to my room. I'll make you feel better. And perhaps we may make each other feel better, at love, yes, little puppy?"
The wolf god only whined. She stood, taking his hands and helping him to his feet. They were both still naked; she allowed herself to admire his build briefly--he had not yet managed to lose his erection, and his member, long and hard, thrust out from him, quivering--perhaps the day would not be so wasted after all, if she could maintain his mood. With a gentle caress to the shoulder she took his arm and led him from the pool room, leaving their clothes behind for later retrieval, leading him back to her quarters to tend to his wounds and possibly allow him to come inside her again. Her ache, her desire was still there...and from the looks of it, his was, too.
No, this day is not wasted, after all...

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