Posted by Vanessa on January 10, 2006 at 23:49:26:
The Forgotten Princess of Egypt
By Vanessa Feathertree (based on a story by “Jack Ripper”)
My journey had been long, and tomorrow we would reach the palace. As hot as the desert is during the day, it equals its cruelty at night with a fierce coldness. The servants were quick in erecting my tent and furnishing it. I have my two favorite servant-girls stay behind as I dismiss the rest. Ordering them to remove their robes, I, too, disrobe and the three of us climb into my bed. The servants take turns pleasuring me through my nude seamless pantyhose. After I climax and ejaculate all over one of the girls’ face through my hosiery, I order them to eat each other out through their own nude seamless pantyhose. I watch them as I continue to finger myself through my nylons. Both shuddering with orgasms of their own, I order them both to pleasure me again. Fiercely they both lick and suck on my hairless sex through the nylon until again I ejaculate. I dismiss them, slip into a sleeping shalwar and blouse, and go to bed, as I am exhausted.
I had not been asleep long when, suddenly, I am awake to a man straddled on top of my stomach and holding a large scimitar in his hand. I attempt to scream for the guards, but he quickly covers my mouth with his free hand and places the scimitar at my throat! My body begins to tremble from terror as I feel the sharp blade against my neck! While still holding the sword to my throat, he crawls off of me and orders me to get out of bed. Not seeing any other options I feel obligated to do so. Not wishing to be harmed, I quickly crawl out of bed and stand up, but my feet get caught up in my very loose-legged shalwar and I trip forward. A look of shock appears on the man’s face as I stumble forward with his scimitar still against my throat. He attempts to pull the blade away, but it is too late and the sharp edge cuts a shallow slit into my neck. Quickly covering my mouth again, in fear that I might scream, he gets behind me and lifts me up and replaces the scimitar back to my throat.
My legs lose all strength as I am shocked from the non-fatal injury. Holding me close to his body, he drags me to the entrance of my tent. Standing outside, in a half-circle around my tent’s opening, are my guards. Seeing the blade against my neck and a thin line of blood streaming from it down my neck, my guards stand confused as to what to do. The man blows a loud whistle and a horse gallops into the camp from the dark, cold night, nearly trampling a couple of the guards. Removing his hand from my mouth he orders tells me to order them to throw down their weapons and move aside. Feeling a little more pressure with the blade against my neck, I quickly obey. In a quick motion, he sheaths his scimitar, grabs me by my hips and tosses me onto his steed. Then he jumps on also and grabs the reins and his horse races us out of the camp before the guards can rearm them selves and rescue me.
After nearly and hour of riding, we come across a cave. Dismounting the horse, I saw my chance to escape and attempt to run, but my oversized sleeping shalwar once again trips me and I hit the ground hard. Wasting no time, he grabs a hand full of my hair, yanks my head back and places his scimitar at my throat once again. Getting me to my knees, he backhands me, sending me back to the ground unconscious.
I reawake as he lays me to the ground of the cave and quickly holding the sword to my neck again. He straddles my chest and arms, pinning them down, and draws his dagger with his free hand, using it to cut the shoulder straps from my blouse. Sliding beside me, he then cuts the waistband of my shalwar and tears it from my lower body, the whole time making certain to keep his scimitar at my throat. A look of frustration crosses his face as he notices I am also wearing pantyhose. Knowing I had no chance of surviving the cold desert night with only a pair of seamless pantyhose on, I just decided to let him have his way with me. Perhaps he would then just leave me in the cave and go on his way. While still holding his blade to my neck, he fumbles with his own clothing only using his free hand. Once naked from the waist down, he kneels down spreading my pantyhose-clad legs with his knees. Once again fumbling with his free hand, he prods his cock against my nylon-clad pussy. With a little effort, he penetrates my labia, pushing the sheer nylon in with his member. A disgusting smile forms on his face as he starts to thrust his hips slowly. Picking up his pace, he begins to pump my nylon-clad pussy quicker and harder.
With the sheer nylon wrapped around his cock, it only took a couple of minutes before ecstasy takes him and his man-juice squirts through my pantyhose and inside of my canal. In the rapture of his orgasm, he loses control and drags his scimitar across my delicate throat! The heavy blade cuts deeply in, turning my scream of shock and pain into gurgles and coughing. With him still ejaculating inside of me, my pantyhose-clad legs start to kick on both sides of his hips! I reach for the gash in my neck and feel hot blood splash against my palms! Pulling my hands away from my throat, he sets his sword back into the cut and starts to saw through my neck! He keeps his cock inside of me as my pantyhose-clad body begins to convulse under him while he slowly cuts my head off. His blade is stopped by my spine, so he stands up and swings the scimitar, chopping my head lose from my twitching body. Having getting aroused from being inside of me while I convulsed, he picks up my severed head and shoves is hard cock into my open mouth for a quick necro-blowjob before leaving it and my headless, pantyhose-clad body in the cave!