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Character Profile : Zepheyrah, A.K.A. Female Slave Number 96 - Age 21 - Ice Blue Eyes, Shoulder Length Hair.
"Come forward, Slave! You are to be inspected!" the slave trader commanded as I stepped forward. Numerous slave holders from different households throughout Egypt came forth and looked me over. They kept passing me over after inspecting me. All of them expressing why they were disappointed with me.
"She's too skinny."
"She's not my lord's type."
"Her breasts are too large for the duty my master needs."
"She's not native. Not good enough for Lord Amun's house."
I kept my head low as I was inspected by these people. I didn't ask for this life and yet it had been given to me. I'm from Malta, a small island nation in the middle of the beautiful Mediterranean. I was an orphan from the moment I could remember anything. Left on the streets to perish by my aunt after my mother had died. She said my ice colored eyes were a curse and she didn't want such a burden under her roof. I was 5 at the time and didn't know how to fend for myself at all. I quickly learned though since no one was going to give handouts to a filthy, 'cursed' orphan child.
After I turned 18, some shady men from Egypt came looking for whores for the brothels in their country. I tried to hide from them -- escape as best as I could. But it was hopeless. Their guards had captured me and I was on the next slave ship to Cairo. Now I'm here and my life has been hell for the last 3 years. I bit a man's dick after he had forced himself onto me and now the brothels no longer wanted me. The man didn't want me dead, so I was sold into slavery by the people that had bought me right off the boat. My slave master is an unforgiving man. He has whipped me with reeds numerous times when I wouldn't clean the floor fast enough. Now he wants to sell me -- so here I am.
"This one is perfect for you," the slave trader said as he walked with a man. The man seemed like he was of importance by the jewels and white silk he was wearing. I kept my head low as he looked me over. He grabbed my left tit and gave a gentle squeeze before turning me around and checking my body for marks.
"I see," he stated. "It would appear that she is perfect for Lord Pharaoh. He's been in need of a good concubine since his wife died. She'll do. Throw her with the rest of my lot that I have acquired for his house."
The slave trader smiled as he counted the silver pieces for my purchase. "Oh yes, right away, Captain of the Guard Akhom."
I was dragged by the rope that was tied to my wrist and led to a camel where I was tied up once more, awaiting my transfer.
After a few hours in the unforgiving sun, Captain Akhom came and had the camel led to the palace. I was to be the Pharaoh's concubine? I could only wish he was a more understanding and forgiving master than my previous one. The heat of my feet was cooled by the alabaster floors of the palace. I was untied by one of the male guards and taken to a small room. "Hold still," he said as he threw cold water on my body.
"Ahh!" I screamed out. My hair was trimmed and the permanent ink of an Mediterranean squid drawn around my eyes in the fashion of the Egyptians here. I was then wrapped in silk clothes, my mid-drift left to show. Golden bangles were adorned to my wrists and my ear pierced. I was then led by the male guard to a room and cast down before the throne. I looked up and saw a man dressed in white, a wide khepresh atop his head that had gold dangling from it. He turned and smiled at me. "So you are whom Akhom has chosen for me to bed..."
His voice was strong and my body shook with fear. I was now a slave in the house of the Lord Pharaoh.
***Zepheyrah***
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Character Profile : Zepheyrah, A.K.A. Female Slave Number 96 - Age 21 - Ice Blue Eyes, Shoulder Length Hair.
"Come forward, Slave! You are to be inspected!" the slave trader commanded as I stepped forward. Numerous slave holders from different households throughout Egypt came forth and looked me over. They kept passing me over after inspecting me. All of them expressing why they were disappointed with me.
"She's too skinny."
"She's not my lord's type."
"Her breasts are too large for the duty my master needs."
"She's not native. Not good enough for Lord Amun's house."
I kept my head low as I was inspected by these people. I didn't ask for this life and yet it had been given to me. I'm from Malta, a small island nation in the middle of the beautiful Mediterranean. I was an orphan from the moment I could remember anything. Left on the streets to perish by my aunt after my mother had died. She said my ice colored eyes were a curse and she didn't want such a burden under her roof. I was 5 at the time and didn't know how to fend for myself at all. I quickly learned though since no one was going to give handouts to a filthy, 'cursed' orphan child.
After I turned 18, some shady men from Egypt came looking for whores for the brothels in their country. I tried to hide from them -- escape as best as I could. But it was hopeless. Their guards had captured me and I was on the next slave ship to Cairo. Now I'm here and my life has been hell for the last 3 years. I bit a man's dick after he had forced himself onto me and now the brothels no longer wanted me. The man didn't want me dead, so I was sold into slavery by the people that had bought me right off the boat. My slave master is an unforgiving man. He has whipped me with reeds numerous times when I wouldn't clean the floor fast enough. Now he wants to sell me -- so here I am.
"This one is perfect for you," the slave trader said as he walked with a man. The man seemed like he was of importance by the jewels and white silk he was wearing. I kept my head low as he looked me over. He grabbed my left tit and gave a gentle squeeze before turning me around and checking my body for marks.
"I see," he stated. "It would appear that she is perfect for Lord Pharaoh. He's been in need of a good concubine since his wife died. She'll do. Throw her with the rest of my lot that I have acquired for his house."
The slave trader smiled as he counted the silver pieces for my purchase. "Oh yes, right away, Captain of the Guard Akhom."
I was dragged by the rope that was tied to my wrist and led to a camel where I was tied up once more, awaiting my transfer.
After a few hours in the unforgiving sun, Captain Akhom came and had the camel led to the palace. I was to be the Pharaoh's concubine? I could only wish he was a more understanding and forgiving master than my previous one. The heat of my feet was cooled by the alabaster floors of the palace. I was untied by one of the male guards and taken to a small room. "Hold still," he said as he threw cold water on my body.
"Ahh!" I screamed out. My hair was trimmed and the permanent ink of an Mediterranean squid drawn around my eyes in the fashion of the Egyptians here. I was then wrapped in silk clothes, my mid-drift left to show. Golden bangles were adorned to my wrists and my ear pierced. I was then led by the male guard to a room and cast down before the throne. I looked up and saw a man dressed in white, a wide khepresh atop his head that had gold dangling from it. He turned and smiled at me. "So you are whom Akhom has chosen for me to bed..."
His voice was strong and my body shook with fear. I was now a slave in the house of the Lord Pharaoh.
***Zepheyrah***
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