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The Painful Past	By : tehuti88 Category: Fairy Tales, Fables, Folklore, Legends, and Myth > Myths Views: 7152 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Painful Past
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AFF STORY CODES/CONTENT WARNINGS: Abuse, Anal, Angst, BDSM, Complete, D/s, H/C, HJ, Humil, M/F, M/s, MiCD, OC, Oneshot, Preg, RapeFic, S&M, SH, Tort, Toys, Violence, Other (sexual activity w/ no humans involved; insertion of foreign object)
STORYLINE CODE: H (set in the Horus/Kemet storyline)
TAKES PLACE DURING (specific story): NA (just prior to "Secret Children")
PAIRING: Upuat/Maftet (M/F)
EXPLANATION: "Let Me" comes before this scene. I like pairing up damaged characters since they seem to mesh so well, and Upuat and Maftet are no exception. Notice the gruesome story that Upuat outlines; this details the events leading right up to the beginning of the out-of-continuity non-erotic story, "Secret Children." I believe Upuat really did father these children, and they really were murdered by Seii; but the scenario of Anubis returning them to him is out of continuity, just an idea I played around with. I have yet to figure out what becomes of Maftet's admission at the end of this scene...hmmmmm. *thinks* (For some more details on what Upuat went through, check out "Role Reversal" and "Master For A Day.")
PERSONAL DISCLAIMERS: Some details may not fit into the main continuity of the storyline, but I'm not sure.
This scene is from circa 2003, so some details and the writing style may be out of date.

The Painful Past

Maftet stroked Upuat's head, cradling him to her. They lay curled against each other in her bed. They had spent a busy night making love, in new and interesting ways that Maftet had been willing to try out. Now they lay spent, and when he let out a small exhausted whimper, she cupped her breast in her hand, offered it to him, and sighed when she felt his mouth close around it. He suckled at her quietly for some time, and she held him close as if she were his mother.

She thought back over all that she'd been told about him, wondered if even half of the stories and rumors were true. She stroked his head again. She had to know.
"Do you think of her, often?"
He took his mouth away from her breast. "Yes," he said, without even asking who she meant. How did he know?
"What did she do to you, Upuat?"
She didn't expect him to answer...but he did. "She took me away, trapped me, removed my memory. I can't remember anything before she had me. She had a stick. It had powerful heka. She tried to convince me to comply with her. I refused and she beat me badly, then used the stick. I could not move or fight. She stimulated me. It was painful, not pleasurable at all. But it worked, just the same."
He put his head down upon the pillows and stared into space. Maftet put her head down as well.
"How often did she do this?"
"Every night. I would sit in my cell and wait for her. Then I would fight. But she always subdued me. One day she came to me and I did not fight. I was too tired, too broken to fight anymore. When she took me that night she was gentle. So I decided that rather than put up with the pain she inflicted, I would comply and let her do as she wished from then on. It worked, sometimes."
"Not always?"
"No...not always." A pause. "Whenever she was displeased...or if I had displeased her, by not knowing what she wanted...she would be painful." Another pause. "Sometimes, she simply liked pain...once, she shackled me down upon my stomach...she wanted to try something different." He averted his eyes, looking down and away from her. "She used her stick...sat upon my back, as if I were a horse, while shoving the damnable thing inside me. The agony was so intense...my movements to break free must have excited her for I felt her come upon my back." A final pause, and then, "I could not bear to admit it, until now...but I must have enjoyed it as well...as during it...during it, I could not help but cry out, and when I jerked against her...when I jerked I felt myself...my seed flowing from me...upon her bed. I had not even known I was hard until I came. I felt a wave of pleasure course over me, yet I was so disgusted. I could still feel the pain she had inflicted. Her eyes laughed at me...she laughed at me...mocked me for doing so. Her little pup was not so little after all, she told me. She always admired my size. I believe...I believe that whenever I took her, I hurt her."
"Why? Why do you believe this?"
"Merely because she enjoyed pain...both to give it, and to take it...once in a while, she would command me to tie her down, and to ravage her violently. Once I beat her most soundly as I went, and I enjoyed it." He scowled. "And she enjoyed it, as well."
"How do you know...?"
"Because she congratulated me, once we were done. She called me her 'good puppy.' Once in a while I was to command her and she was to be my bitch. I could control her however I wished. Yet this was always for a short time only, and she was always my mistress again, come morning." A brief pause. "I believe now that she did this to confuse me...make me think I had more power than I truly did...for she always wore her stick, even while I was subduing her. I could not forget that she controlled me." He paused again. "There was also--one time when--" Then he trailed off, frowning, his eyes growing dark.
Maftet waited for him to speak, and when he did not, gently traced her fingers over his breast.
"Upu?...what was there, one time?"
He was silent for a long time. When he spoke, he didn't look at her.
"I believe...at least one time, I may have gotten her with child." He stopped, faltering, then continued. "No...I do not believe...I know that there was. Her belly began to grow. At first she was very angry with me over this, beat me nightly, used the stick on me. But when her breasts filled with milk, it was as if her mind changed. She became...kindly. Spoke to me soothingly, brought me to her pool, kept me in her bed during the night. Stroked and touched me gently when we were together. Called me her good puppy, told me that she would deliver me a pup--a pup of my own." He shut his eyes and whimpered softly.
Maftet touched his face. "Please...go on."
"I began to believe her, damn me...I thought perhaps a child had been all that she'd wanted out of this, perhaps she had been angry because it had taken so long for me to give her one. Though she still persuaded me to make love to her, when possible. Usually I would take her in her pool; I would recline at the edge, and let her come upon me, and we would couple beneath the water; she seemed to find this most pleasurable. Other times, we would mate upon her bed, she kneeling beneath me; she claimed that this was 'only fitting,' considering that she was due to bear my pup. She would let me drink the milk from her breasts; seemed to enjoy it when I did so. Though I waited merely for my child to be born; I longed so badly to see him, or her, to know my own offspring."
"So Seii...mothered your child," Maftet said softly. "Did you ever get to know them?"
"It was a he," Upuat said, voice quiet. "And no, I did not know him. His mother murdered him upon the day of his birth, before my eyes."
Maftet blinked and stared. Upuat shut his eyes again, his face pained.
"I heard her cries of pain; I came to assist. She had a eunuch there, a prisoner somewhat like me; she ordered me back, let him take care of matters. I did not understand why she did not want me near for the birth of our child. Still, I stayed and waited. And when I heard that first cry...my heart had wings, and flew as far as a hawk across the sea. I saw my babe, the child of my loins, in her arms. She looked up at me and smiled, and her eyes were so loving and radiant that I came close. And then she pulled out her dagger and...and..." He whimpered and covered his eyes. "...And...the blade...plunged...and severed...deep in, and straight across...my son had only enough time to let out one cry...before she took him from me...I did not even have the chance to h-hold him in my arms before he was g-gone..."
He began sobbing silently. Maftet snuggled close to him and petted his head, stroking his hair. They lay together for a time before his tears began to slowly abate. Maftet placed her head down against his own.
"Sweet Upu...why did she do this? This horrible thing? To her own child?"
"I...I feel I will never know completely...she smiled at me the whole time she did it, even with his b-blood upon her hands...told me I was a good pup, but not quite so good as to raise my child on my own...perhaps in the future she would trust me with the task...or something of this manner...I do not know. I do know that a second time I observed her belly begin to swell...but I never knew what became of that one, if it was mine...nor do I wish to know, now...I only hope it was swift, and painless...my poor child, whom I never knew...who had not even a name or a proper burial..."
"We will carve him a statue, sweet Upu, and recite prayers for his safe journey to Aalu every night. Your child will not be alone."
"I simply do not understand why..."
"This was not your fault, either, dear one...you could have done nothing, you must know..."
"I know..." He shut his eyes. "Still, I wish that I had swallowed my terror, wrapped my hands around her throat right there, and squeezed..."
"Sweet Upu...dear Upu." Maftet kissed his chin, then his forehead. She stroked his breast and draped her leg upon his own. He gave a small sigh and shuddered.
Maftet pressed her head next to his, and gave a soft purr in his ear, which she knew he liked. He sighed again and shivered a bit from the feeling. She trailed her fingers over his abdomen.
"Dearest one, do you wish for one more tonight...?"
"Yes," he murmured. "It feels cold in here, and I cannot bear to be alone..."
"Hush, I would never leave you alone, sweet one, though I will warm you for the night..."
She drew herself over him, lying over the length of his body. He looped his arms around her waist and nuzzled her neck. She smiled at him gently and kissed his muzzle, hearing a soft whimper. Her fingers played slowly over his stirring member.
"Sweet Upuat," she whispered, as she parted her legs to come down upon him. "I must tell you something before the night is through."
"Wh-what is this?" he panted, back arching just slightly, straining.
"I do not know if this will be good to you or bad," the lynx goddess replied, hands cupping his penis, guiding the stiff rod up between her legs and inside her body. They both shivered and sighed. She slowly brought herself back down to rest upon him, and her ankles latched around his own.
He took one of her breasts in his mouth and nibbled, gently scoring her skin with his teeth. "Please tell," he said, "so I may judge."
She gave a soft smile, leaned close to caress him. Her cheek pressed against his own and she nibbled at his ear as he sighed.
"Sweet Lord Upuat...your child...I now carry within me, as well."
His body stiffened against her. She lifted her head to look down at him and saw his eyes, wide and shocked, staring back up at her. She understood this, having heard what she just had...of at least three children he had fathered...only one now surviving, the demigod Isdes. His two others, murdered before his eyes. His surviving son, the child of a rape. And now...?
"You...you are...certain?" he whispered.
Maftet nodded and smiled. She took his hand, pressed it against her belly. "Within seven months."
He stared down toward her abdomen as if to see for himself. The shock didn't disappear from his face.
She leaned back toward him, cupping a breast. "They are not full of milk yet," she murmured, "yet you may pretend they are...and when they truly are...I would gladly bring my wolf the first offering."
He shut his eyes and whimpered loudly. She could tell that she had excited him. She smiled and licked at his neck. His hands clutched her close yet again, and she locked her legs against him as they began to rock, back and forth, building a tempo, whining and hissing softly as they mated, wolf and lynx joined as one. And once they were done they joined their bodies together one last time, he mounting her kneeling from behind, and when they came she hissed and he growled, as was only right. They then lay back, and silently thought of the child they would bring into the world; and they held one another close, and slept.

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