Rome and Egypt held an uncertain alliance that offered peace for the last one hundred years. But with the appointment of a new General to command the Tenth Legion, tension had built up again. The General, Marcus Dusillus, was fresh from campaigns in Carthage and NortHern Africa. He witnessed the ruthless ways of the heathen hordes that opposed him and how they treated those they conquered. At first, their savage ways were abhorrent to him but after many closely fought campaigns he adopted the ruthless and savage ways of his enemies.

When some desert tribes became organized and revolted against the tenuous Roman rule of Egypt, he was sent with the tenth legion to quell the rebellion. His methods were brutal as town after town succumbed to his conquering army. His legions were turned loose after each victory to do with what they wanted with the towns and their populace. Men were lined up and their heads toppled off in front of their grieving families. Women were stripped naked and sold into slavery or given as traveling concubines in the legion baggage that followed the army. With the desert subdued Marcus Dusillus turned his eyes toward Alexandria and the legendary Queen Yanara. In his mind, he was a god and could do as he wished with anyone, including the Queen of Egypt.

With the formal arrival of his legion from the Carthage, Queen Yanara decided it was time to take control of the situation. She sent an emissary to invite the General to a meeting to negotiate the fate of Her city and people. But she also sent a dinner invitation to the General for the night before their negotiations were to begin. The implication in the invitation was that she was offering Herself to him if he would be lenient toward Her town and Her people.
The General arrived an hour late to Her Palace. He dismounted quickly, pushed Queen Yanara’s guards aside, and bulled his way into Her inner courtyard. Two beautiful Priestesses greeted him with bows but behind them he saw Queen Yanara approaching from the doors of Her inner chambers.

She was indeed as beautiful as was Her legend. He could easily see why people adored and followed Her. Her breasts were naked behind a broad jeweled collar in the Egyptian style, but each nipple was ringed with solid gold ornamentation. Her long gown that began just below Her breasts was transparent and offered an invitation of what was to follow.
“Good evening, general,” she began. “Welcome to My Palace. I offer the hospitality of my Palace for the evening. You needn’t worry, I have personally seen that your quarters are properly attired for your comfort and pleasure. All I have is yours, General, my doors are open to you, including my charms.

“But I offer a bit of a diversion I know will interest you,” she continued. “This is the Obelisk of Alexander. You may have heard of it. It is said the Great Alexander touched it before going off to conquer the world and it gave him great luck. He returned Here many times to touch and thank this sacred Obelisk. Would you like to touch it too, general? Perhaps you are the next Alexander the Great.”

The General was disarmed with Queen Yanara’s charming ways. Truly, his mind was racing with desire for Queen Yanara already and he conspired all the things he would do with Her before the night was over. He decided he was going to take Her for his own and the next thing he was going to do after this nonsense about touching the Obelisk was to grab Her up, take Her to Her bed and fuck Her unconscious. He was going to use Her for his pleasure in every way he could think of. He was the conqueror and she was the spoils.

His heart was racing as he voiced his irritation, “Yes, okay, I will touch it because I am a conqueror. I am your conqueror, and you and Egypt will soon bow before me. You will be my slave, Queen Yanara, and spend the rest of your life sucking on my cock when I wish it.”
 The General stepped forward and put his hand firmly on the Obelisk. The two generals with him watched as he ran his hand up along the edge of the Obelisk. Nothing apparently happened, but Queen Yanara leaned close to his ear and whispered, “Slave, tell your generals to also touch the Obelisk. Do it now.”

The General turned instantly and commanded, “General Rufus and General Sabinus, come forward and touch this Obelisk. I want all my generals to share in my good fortune.”
The Generals stepped forward eager to join in the fun and the delights that were offered them within the Queen’s chambers. They both touched the Obelisk and Yanara whispered to them, “Dismiss your guard. Tell them to wait outside. Do it now, Generals. Tell your men we are not to be disturbed under any circumstances or they will suffer the direst consequences.”

The two Generals ordered their guards to leave the Palace area, to close the doors and wait outside until ordered otherwise. No one was to be allowed to disturb them.

As the entourage of guards and Roman soldiers departed, they closed the very large doors behind them. Queen Yanara ordered, “Get on your knees before your Goddess. Worship me, slaves.” All three huge and imposing men dressed in Roman battle leathers and armed with deadly swords, went instantly to their knees, and bowed their heads to the ground.

Rina and Tamaris, Queen Yanara’s Priestesses came forward smiling broadly at the sight of the imposing Generals kneeling before their Goddess Queen.  Tamaris commented with a flourish of Her hand, “Your Majesty, the Obelisk works its magic once again. They are Your slaves instantly and will obey You without question. It is always amazing to witness Your Power Great Goddess.”

“Yes, men are such fools and Roman Generals are no exception. We will teach these arrogant Roman Generals how to properly obey and serve Egyptian women. I think this training is going to be great fun. You and Rina may choose. Which General do you want for your pet?” asked Queen Yanara.

“Mmmmm, with Your Majesty’s permission, I like the one called Sabinus. He has good lines. I can’t wait to get him naked in the dungeon and begin working on him,” she replied. “I must hurry to chain him on the cross. The spell of the Obelisk only lasts for an hour. After that the real fun begins when they realize they are at our mercy. They are like puppies now under the spell of the Obelisk, but before the night is through they will truly be your devoted and willing slaves eager to serve and obey you, Great Queen.”

“Okay then, that one is yours, and Rina, you may have Rufus to train. Take them along with General Dusillus to My dungeon and get them started. I will be down later after I dine and rest a bit. Remember, no brands or official outside of their tunics. Since they have just come from a major campaign we needn’t worry about whip marks or bruises. But be careful where you brand them with my mark. Their troops must not have any idea that we have enslaved them.”
The two priestesses replied in unison, “Yes, Divine Majesty.”

Queen Yanara watched as the three Roman Generals crawled on their knees like docile pets following the two Priestesses leading them away to the dungeon. The Sacred Obelisk that sat in Her courtyard had indeed been touched by the Great Alexander. But he was enslaved by it just as these Roman Generals, and he too became the slave of an Egyptian Queen. It was she who ordered him to go off and conquer the world and leave Egypt and Her people alone. He obeyed, of course, and Egypt enjoyed another two hundred years of peace before the Romans came.

Queen Yanara was dressing in a provocative gown of sheer gold that emphasized Her figure but also gave Her freedom to wield Her whip. She hadn’t met a man yet who though trussed up and stretched to breaking in Her evil dungeon devices, couldn’t take his eyes off Her the entire time. They watched and desired Her ravenously with each thrust of Her whip. Their pain was horrific and exhausting, but they became numb to it contemplating the beauty of Divine Goddess Yanara. With such diabolical methods they came to see Her as their God and savior. In fact, she was creating them anew as slaves who would live their lives in total devotion to Her. But with particular slaves there was one final sacrifice they must offer to prove their eternal devotion to Divine Goddess Queen Yanara. And they must do it voluntarily. They would in the end beg to make the sacrifice. They all did and in the end these Generals were just like all other men.

Baskenatur entered and bowed to the floor before Queen Yanara as she was finishing up with Her body slaves. As golden bracelets were put on Her arms she asked, “There you are, baskenatur. I was wondering where you had gotten off to. Where have you been, My slave?”
“Your Majesty sent me to monitor the work of your Priestesses and to tell you when the new slaves are ready for you. I am here to tell you, Divine Majesty, that Tarima thinks the generals are properly warmed up for your amusement.”

“Which of my methods is she using on the generals?” she asked.

“She has chosen the three hairpins, Goddess. She warmed them up with a long whip and hot iron session first. The generals are already in the world of infinite pain and await your vision as a merciful God, Divine Goddess.”

She smiled because she was truly amused at the extent of the evilly creative mind of Tarima. Queen Yanara was not usually so cruel with Her captives and didn’t need to be that way to make them Her devoted slaves. But the reputation of these three generals preceeded them and they had to answer for what they had done to Her people.

“Okay, then, baskenatur. Let us see what our new slaves have to offer in the way of entertainment. I hope they last a bit longer than most. It seems I just get going before they begin begging me to make the final sacrifice and become my slave,” replied the beautiful Queen as she headed for the door. But then, she stopped, turned around and snapped Her fingers suddenly pointing to the floor. Baskenatur crawled over eagerly with the grip of Her leash held just outside his mouth. She hooked him up to Her leash, turned, and headed out the door once more. Baskenatur, like other slave males within the Palace, spent much of his day crawling. Males must always crawl in Her presence, and be below Her, and most of the day baskenatur was beside Queen Yanara on Her leash. Sometimes, it was attached to the collar at his neck. But often as now, she attached it to the ring in his nose. She was feeling particularly cruel, and though she loved baskenatur, Her emotions took over at times like these. Either way, baskenatur was proud to be on Her leash and didn’t mind when she jerked on it and commanded, “Keep up!”

As beautiful as Divine Queen Yanara’s Palace is, the dungeon is the opposite. It is a dark and foreboding place that instills fear just by being there. Queen Yanara arrived in the dungeon with a small entourage of slaves who were concerned with Her pleasure and comfort regardless of wHere she might be.

At once, she saw General Dusillus chained and stretched on a dungeon cross hanging up off of the ground. He moaned in horrific grief and writhed in agony within his constraints. His cock and balls were easily accessible and that would be important before the night was over. He was contorted in pain and his eyeballs showed large in fright. He was not such a brave general now. He began to blubber and beg for mercy, all of his arrogant bluster already departed after the cruel manipulations of Tarima and Rina.

Queen Yanara walked up to him and held his balls up by the hairpin that ran through them. She took Her leash and reclipped it to the pin in the space between his balls. She gave it a tug to get his attention.  “Look at me, general. Look at your Goddess and beg me for mercy. Beg me to cut off your balls.”

The general was dazed and confused and he refused to look at Queen Yanara. He stubbornly stared at the ceiling and remarkably from somewHere he found resistance. He spoke through anguished breaths, “You’ll never break me. You’ll never make me your slave. I would die first before serving you,” he blustered.

She gave his balls a harsh tug with Her leash and replied with a smirk, “We’ll see about that, my pet. My, my, you Are going to be fun.” General Dusillus passed out from pain, and his head hung down on his chest.

Queen Yanara slapped his cheek hard several times bringing him to consciousness once more.  “Don’t go away, general,” she mocked as he gained consciousness again. “I don’t want you to miss out on any of the fun. Watch what we do with General Sabinus. He is almost ready for the sacrifice and you will be next. ”

General Sabinus was shaking from pain and delirious as he roamed his eyes around the dungeon. As Queen Yanara came before him, his eyes met Hers and he stopped shaking at once. His mouth opened and he stared mesmerized before Her beauty. He felt no pain, nothing. He only saw Her in a vision of pure wonder.

She spoke softly to him. “I can save you, general. Will you serve me and be my devoted slave?” she asked.

“Yes, oh yes, my Goddess Queen. I will serve, obey and worship you. You are my Goddess.”
Queen Yanara smiled. She had seen this before. The helpless slaves hanging in Her dungeon became so enthralled with Her out of the delirium of their pain, that they entered Her world and saw Her truly as the Goddess she was. She created them anew as slaves made to serve Her. They would never be anything else. Now she would ask for the ultimate sacrifice.

“General, I want your balls but I cannot take them without your permission. Will you give me your balls, general?”

He shook his head ‘yes’ in desperation enthralled by Her power and beauty. “Yes, take my balls, Goddess. I give them to you.’

“Beg me, slave. Beg Queen Yanara to take your balls that you give in sacrifice to me.”
“Yes, yes. Please, Divine Goddess take these balls and allow this slave to worship you forever.”

Queen Yanara smirked at the helplessness of the slave general Sabina. She took Tarima’s hand and led Her over to a couch opposite the hanging slaves wHere Her attendants awaited to pleasure Her. She settled back on the couch and allowed Tarima to make love to Her until Her back arched and she came in convulsive undulations. The entire entourage were on their knees with heads bowed surrounding the lounge wHere she lay. But they were all smiling because they could only be happy when Queen Yanara was happy.

Several minutes passed in silence as Queen Yanara regained Her breath. She loved this type of sexual fulfillment more than anything. With Her favorite concubine-priestess in Her arms and slaves suffering in chains around Her, she was in ecstasy.

Finally, she gave a sigh and told Tarima with a wave of Her hand, go, and take their balls.
“But what of Dusillus, Your Divine Majesty? He is not sedated with your power and beauty. He is the most resistant male to your power I have ever seen.”

“Oh yes, I confess, Tarima, your love making made me forget about him. You are the only one that can do that to me,” said Queen Yanara.

She got up and walked over to wHere General Dusillus still hung in horrific pain. He was shaking in full body agony and still staring deliriously at the ceiling of the dungeon. He heard a soft voice through his pain calling to him.

“General Dusillus, come to me. Come and give yourself to Goddess Yanara. Come, general. Your Goddess awaits with open arms. Come, serve and worship Me,” she said.

Slowly General Dusillus lowered his head and though his body still convulsed in pain his eyes finally found Hers. The change in him was instantaneous. His body stopped shaking and his mouth opened in wonder. His eyes stared at Her beauty and he was calmed and without pain.
“Will you serve, obey and worship Me, general?” she asked him.

“Yes, please, I beg you. I must serve and obey you. You are my Goddess. I worship you,” he declared.

Goddess Yanara smiled at him. The power of the Obelisk and Her beauty had made anotHer male into a helpless obedient slave.

“My priestess is Here to gatHer your balls in sacrifice to me. Can she take them, general? Will you give your balls to me as a sign of your devotion and love?” she asked softly.

“Yes, Divine Goddess. I am yours. Please take all of me as you wish. I am yours forever,’ he cried out.

Queen Yanara turned away and smiled as she passed Tarima. “He is ready for you now. Bring my new slave eunuchs to me in the morning. We will begin the day with a new Declaration of Unity between Rome and Egypt.

The following day the word went out across Egypt that Queen Yanara ruled absolutely with the support of the Roman army. The cities that had been devastated by the Roman forces were restored and captives freed. Any disputes  were to be resolved by Queen Yanara and Her administrators. The word of Divine Queen Yanara was again law in Egypt.

The Roman troops did not see much of their three generals that week but when they did they were always accompanied by one of the priestesses. Soon things returned to normal but Tarima arranged for General Sabinus to always be with Her. After a time, he gave up his generalship and spent most of his time worrying about Tarima’s pleasure. He had a very active, long, and trained tongue. His favorite duty after giving Her pleasure, was attending Her as a body slave.

General Dusillus after five years returned to Rome as the husband of a cousin of Queen Yanara. Under Her guidance he rose in the Roman Senate to a position of power. It was Queen Yanara’s vision that having a loyal slave in the Roman Senate could only be something positive for Egypt.

Under Queen Yanara Egypt continues to prosper and live in peace. She enjoys Tarima’s iniquitous ways and even adopted some of Her deliciously erotic practices. Baskenatur now spends much of his time in a painful device designed to lengthen and strengthen his tongue.