Cleopatra's Naughty Games

All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.

Asim’s heart raced as he marched through the stunning hallway of the great dynasty’s palace. On the previous day, he had arrived at and experienced the sublime, vibrant capital for the first time. The only place he had known in his life so far, was the shit hole of military barracks out in the great desert to the west. None of the images that the wild stories about the young pharaoh Cleopatra and her residence had painted in his head, remotely matched the prosperity and beauty that every square inch of smoothed and painted sandstone radiated.

His whole life, he had prepared for this moment. Countless days filled with sweat, pain, humiliation and doubt finally had him come out at the very top – as the single best young soldier of the province who finalized his training at the age of 20. Along with five other candidates, he was now about to be presented to queen Cleopatra herself.

If his imagination of the palace had come short, the main reason was probably that the alleged beauty of the queen herself overshadowed any other aspects of these campfire tales. Despite his life’s destiny about to be carved into stone on this very day, it was the anticipation of catching a glimpse at Cleopatra’s notoriously beautiful face that made his palms sweaty and mind spin.

Asim nearly choked on the tension in his shoulders and throat when the small formation of soldiers clad in nothing but short linen loincloth and led by an old general, approached a heavy, wooden door. The loud banging of the armored commander’s fist on the door echoed though the wide hallway.

“Candidates for the queen’s new body guard!” he blurted out through the closed door. A faint, girlish giggle got into Asim’s ear. He wasn’t sure, if he had only imagined it.

“Come in! We’re done here.” a bright, cute and audibly joyful voice answered. To Asim, the voice didn’t sound like a queen at all. He had always imagined her speaking with the power and insistence of Isis herself. Before the commander had his hand at the lock, the door swung open to the inside, opened by a nude slave girl who couldn’t have been much older than Asim. The group of men froze for an awkward moment. A naked girl was a rare or absent sight for the soldiers.

Asim’s eyes slowly wandered down her body, the perky tits, followed by a narrow waist, nicely curved hips and slim legs framing her tempting female crotch with a thin stripe of dark hair right in the center. He felt a bit proud, as he was probably the only one of the young soldiers who had actually gotten the chance to explore a female body previously.

Dalila, a slave girl working in the barracks, and him had secretly stolen some swift moments of curious affection off each other’s bodies in dark corners of the depressing brick complex they lived in. However, he had never really gotten the chance to look at a female body in the orange, flickering light of torches at the walls.

With a confident smirk that was rare among slaves, the girl stepped aside and let the small group in. In an orderly march, the six soldiers strode into a room, so large that the wealthiest house in Asim’s hometown could’ve fit right into it. The commander stayed outside. When the two soldiers in front of Asim stepped away to either side to form an orderly line, he was stunned for a moment. The display in front of him was so wild, that he instantly forgot about his military discipline and just stared with an open mouth.

A large, circular pool with crystal clear water was in the center of the room, well lit by torches attached to a row of massive sandstone pillars on either side. A total of six nude slave girls stood in the room – two at the door, two in front of the pool with soft towels laid over their forearms, and two behind the pool with ostrich feather fronds on long, wooden sticks. They looked almost alike, as if they were sisters, but all of them had roughly Asim's age.

With her arms stretched out to either side at the opposite edge of the pool, hovered – unmistakably – the queen herself, fully nude in the untarnished water. With her tender 23 years, she was an absolute goddess. Her shoulder-long, silky black hair framed a beautiful, exotic face with the famous royal features of her Ptolemaic heritage.

In contrast to her rather slim slaves, her cream-colored body was curved in a strikingly sexy shape that made every man dream of running his hands down her breasts and hips over and over. The way she arched her back and had the water line a finger-width below her nipples, her large tits were amazingly at display. Turbulence in the water made them sway, but so faintly that Asim could nearly feel how firm and perfect they were.

Cleopatra’s body was nearly horizontal, right under the water surface. Treading her legs softly, she countered the downward drift and made the blurred view on her bare crotch that didn’t seem to have any hair, even more tempting and beautiful.

The enchanting display of female attributes occupied and dulled Asim’s mind so severely, that it took him a couple of breathless moments, until he noticed the one guy who had been in the room. A Roman, with even brighter skin as the queen, and a fancy armor with that famous red robe laid on the shiny granite floor in front of the pool.

The breast- and back plate of his body armor had been pulled up and fastened with his head and upper arms stuck in them. Below, his defensive skirt was lifted along with the rest of the armor, exposing his legs and abdomen. He was obviously trying to roll in and protect himself, but unable to do so, as he was stuck in the armor and couldn’t get his hands down. Instead, he pressed his manhood against the cool granite, rocking forward and back a bit and whimpering quietly.

Asim stared down at him without an explanation for what exactly it was, he was facing. A trace of small water puddles and drops on the granite painted a path from the closest edge of the pool to the Roman.

“Masika, would you be so kind and lead Augustus out of the palace?” the queen purred, fluent in the actual Egyptian language. She was famously the first in the Ptolemaic dynasty to actually care about ‘her’ people’s way of life and language.

Before Asim was able to process any of the previous impressions, the second nude slave girl at the door walked up to the guy, bent down deeply and slid her small hand up in between the man’s bare thighs from behind. The demanding tickle in Asim’s manhood suddenly increased rapidly, when he understood *what* the girl was reaching for.

The squirm of the tall guy made it terribly obvious, that Masika had gotten a good grip. His moans sounded distant and weird inside his unfortunate metal prison. Without mercy, the little woman began pulling him up to his feet by his balls. Asim let out an emphatic pant, when he watched the guy desperately struggling to his feet without the support of his arms that uselessly stuck out the top of his armor.

When Augustus finally managed to stand on his own feet, the girl still had her hand wrapped around his testicles from behind. His knees pointed outward awkwardly as he couldn’t close his thighs with the girl’s fist and his balls in between. Before she had pulled him around and towards the door right past Asim, he yelled something at the queen in a breathless voice. *Gratia*, or *gratias*…? Unfortunately, the young soldier didn’t know any Latin.

When the guy was dragged past Asim by his balls, the young Egyptian was surprised by a sharp pain in his own testicles. With a grunt, he doubled over and just got to watch the slave girl’s hand withdraw, after tapping his balls with deadly accuracy through the loincloth.

“In line!” she hissed at him in a whisper and continued dragging the other dude out. The crippling pain in his own manhood from the rapid slap of the little girl made Asim understand the full extent of what was going on, eliciting a rush of fear and arousal.

Memories of his secret girlfriend Dalila instantly came up, triggered by the very specific pain. She had been the first one who had explored and demonstrated him the striking vulnerability of his manhood – except from occasional and usually minor accidents in training. It had all started with her witnessing one of these accidents, which had made her extremely worried.

“You are going to be a guard! What if you have to hold a girl back that attacks you *there* on purpose?” she had said to him later that day, in between hot kisses in the dark corner of the hallway, while their bodies relished the sensation of each other’s. Without warning, she lifted up his loincloth and swung her fist right into his bare, unsuspecting balls.

“See… you have to get used to this!” she commented in her sympathetic, kind voice while Asim fell onto his knees and was introduced to a kind of pain that was insanely brutal, and yet so sexy, given that it was his girlfriend who was handling his manhood. Nearly a year and countless sack-taps and much harder *dark-corner-busts* at night, Asim still was barely able to stay on his feet, when his girl surprised him with a 'training kick'.

Now, as he was in a room with a bunch of naked girls with all the power in the world and an obvious interest in men’s greatest weakness, he began to understand how right his girl had been. Quickly, he hurried two steps forward, as he had failed to line up with the other guys for the whole time. The motion of his loincloth and its uncomfortable friction on the tip of his large cock made Asim awfully aware of his raging boner.

He cursed silently, while his face and ears began burning in shame. All this time, he had prepared for this one moment, and now he had already fucked up twice. There was no way that he wasn’t going to be punished for so openly showing his shoddy male desires to the great queen.

As if she had only waited for him, Cleopatra gracefully let her legs sink down, fully dove into the water and launched herself off the smoothed pool wall in one powerful thrust. Shortly after disappearing from Asim’s point of view, the girl’s hands appeared at the edge and she pushed herself up onto her hands.

Whatever hope Asim may have had to reduce the throbbing hardness of his member, the nude beauty leaning onto her hands on the edge of the pool only a few steps in front of him, fully killed it. Her hairless pussy was just above the surface, as she swung one leg up and elegantly came to a stand. With slow strides that sensually made her hip sway, she walked right up to Asim.

The guy’s eyes darted down shortly and he noticed that his cock had pulled up the front of the loincloth enough to expose his balls that hung deep due to the desert summer heat. Actually, he could sense the faint gushes of air on his scrotum that his loincloth had previously shielded. He was so ashamed that he wanted to sink into the ground right there – if it wasn’t for the cute, playful smile that Cleopatra penetrated him with.

The closer she came, the more he felt the air all around his body vibrate from divine erotic and power. Asim wanted to fall onto his knees, but they had been instructed to stand upright, no matter what. Instead of looking into her deep, dark eyes under the elegantly curved thin eyebrows, he stared past her at the side of the pool, where the girls with the staffed fronds slowly followed their queen. But in every passing breath, he felt his eyes forced back at Cleopatra’s amazing body by a supernatural force.

She came so close that he could feel her soft breath on his chest. It smelled like fresh, sweet fruits. His arms trembled while he consumed all his willpower to press his palms against the sides of his thighs, instead of grabbing the wonderful creature and making her his. Forcing his eyes to calmly stare at the opposite side of the room over her head, Asim suddenly noticed a touch on the tip on his dick that instantly made him shiver in arousal.

Just when his eyes once again failed to fulfill their task and instead darted down to the naughtily smirking beauty, her hand swung upward into his low-hanging balls and instantly seized them in a tight grip. Asim let out a sharp sigh of surprise and true wonder that Cleopatra herself had grabbed him by his balls. Nothing of this made sense. Her natural aura of power was just as defeating and crippling as the intense pain radiating from his squeezed testicles.

With another giggle that was way too sweet for her, the dripping wet queen released his balls and let her fingers slide up past his cock to release the knot in the cord that held the loincloth on his hips. The piece of linen deserted Asim without hesitation, falling to the floor and leaving him as nude as the goddess in front of him.

“Strip!” Cleopatra suddenly commanded while not taking her eyes off Asim’s massive boner. He was truly blessed. The other guys hurried to follow her command with obvious fear and uncertainty. A swift look to the left and right told Asim, that he was by far not the only one with uncontrollable bodily reactions to the sexy show of the most beautiful woman on earth. Only the guys right next to him of both sides had put on a dead-eyed look and no involuntary reactions at all.

Asim noticed that the slave girls quite openly enjoyed what they were allowed to witness. In contrast to usual royal slaves that had to be perfectly still and without a trace of emotion, they actually giggled, pointed and whispered when the handsome men fully stripped in front of them at the demand of their queen.

Suddenly, everything happened rather fast. After striding up and down the line and getting a good look at the nude men with the bulging muscles and groins, Cleopatra reached out and softly touched the two guys’ chests at either side of Asim, her hand cruelly hovering in front of his for a second, before moving on to the second guy. Of course, it was the guys who hadn't gotten a boner from seeing her.

“You two, step forward.” Asim noticed a suppressed, triumphant smirk on the guys’ faces as they stepped forward and proudly presented themselves. Cleopatra turned around, showing an ass that took Asim’s breath, and approached one of the girls that held a long frond. “Close your eyes, everyone.”

Her voice had a cruel tone of malicious excitement and joy in it. The last thing that Asim saw before complying, was the long staff with the fancy frond being passed from one smirking girl to another. Now, the room was dead quiet. The smooth granite floor swallowed any faint sound that Cleopatra’s bare feet or the water dripping from her hair may have elicited.

The anticipation was brutal. The queen was probably going to punish the four guys, including Asim, who had failed to control their body sufficiently for court. But was he going to be the first? He felt his cock relentlessly throbbing and pointing up, the pair of vulnerable testicles hanging freely below, exposed for the girls’ curious stares and cruel attacks.

Asim really, really struggled to keep his eyes closed. All the time, he had to think about how the little goddess of pleasure and pain may be standing right in front of him, preparing to crush his balls with that wood. Every cell of his body desperately demanded the proper protection of his aching sexual organs by sinking down and cupping them with his strong hands. Or at least, opening his eyes to get an idea of what was coming for him.

When the young soldier heard two rapid, very telling *thud*s and surprised, bright squeaks followed by desperate moaning and the sound of heavy bodies plunging on granite, he just had to take a peek. His eyes narrowly opened, he saw Cleopatra in a wide stance, holding the frond like a staff with both hands. In front of her, the two chosen guys clutched their balls with both hands, their faces distorted in emasculating pain.

Just when Asim sneaked a peek at the pharaoh, he felt a warm hand touch the inside of his thigh and slide up to grab his nuts. One of the slave girls was on her knees right behind him. Caught in his forbidden curiosity and scared by the punishing female hand on his sensitive testicles, he clenched his eyes shut as if he wanted to prove that he hadn’t been looking.

The slave girl grabbed his balls tightly and began pulling down on them. Asim panted in agony. He just didn’t know what to do. The sensation of his compressed balls being tugged was absolutely defeating. But he wasn’t allowed to fall on his knees. Instead, he gave in to the nude girl’s pull by walking his feet outwards by repeatedly twisting them in before shifting his weight to his heels and bringing them out.

When Asim’s feet stood more than a shoulder width apart, he felt the girl squat right in between his legs. A moment later, her wet, warm tongue was at the inside of his thigh and sensually worked its way to his urging cock. Her hand was still clamping down on his nuts, sending helpless squirms through his body, when suddenly a sensation set in that tipped his mind.

Dalila had usually touched him with her hands or the inside of her thighs. Never had they thought about her doing it with the mouth. But by Osiris, it was fucking good. Moaning, Asim nearly gave in to the evil urge that the goddesses tempted men with. The one that promised salvation, but only brought curse upon man. Dalila had always repeated that he could never give in to it, no matter how badly he wanted. Thankfully, she knew a lot about the gods.

With the girl inducing a wild, overwhelming mix of bliss and pain through his surrendered manhood, Asim really wasn’t sure, how long he was actually able to resist it. Next to him on the right, the moaning of one of the other guys suddenly increased to a roar of pure satisfaction.

Feeling a gush of wind on his chest, Asim couldn’t resist opening his eyes all the way. The two first guys had already been *removed* by the two unoccupied slaves, while each of the remaining guys was treated by one the other four.

The gush of wind had come from a very joyfully smirking Cleopatra, jumping from Asim to the guy to his right who was shooting white, sticky ropes all over the granite floor. The slave girl had released his nuts and cock, turned back and knelt behind him, grinning at her queen through his opened legs. Cleopatra stood right in front of his joyfully distorted face, one hand on her hip and one leaning on the staff with the fancy feather frond on top.

More and more white stuff indicated the man’s failure to escape the evil temptation. In the moment, the pulsing stopped, Cleopatra rocketed her knee into his balls, her whole amazing body tensing in a moment of perfect harmony and control. Asim panted in sympathy when the guy’s balls got flattened in between the top of her thigh and his pelvis while one more, massive squirt landed on the top of the girl’s thigh just next to her smooth pussy. He was down in an instant.

The petite queen totally crushing the massive, pumped up elite soldier was oddly amazing to watch for Asim. Her power, the merciless and profusely joyful torture of her subjects’ manhoods and her stunning beauty, so perfectly presented in the dim light of torches - it all fell into place in such a wonderful, erotic experience. No matter if Asim was going to make it, the story of Cleopatra busting his balls would be a perfect memory and campfire tale for eternity.

Barely a cut-off pant or two after the guy hit the floor, another one to his right gave in to the girl in between his legs. With a proud face, she let go of him and looked up to her queen. Once again, Cleopatra positioned herself nearly at his front and looked up at him with an excited smile. Continuously moaning and shooting his stuff right past the queen’s hip, the young guy actually bent over in an attempt to escape her punishment.

Bad mistake. The dark girl below and behind him instantly enclosed the top of his scrotum with her thumb and index finger, forcing his balls into the bottom of their sack. Giving in to the sudden forward and upward tug on his nuts, the man opened up perfectly for the hard snap kick that Cleopatra had prepared for him. Fascinated, Asim watched her boobs bounce up and down from the impact that shook her whole body. The slave girl mercilessly held the guy’s sexual organs in place to absorb the full force.

Unable to fall down or cup his balls with the girl still holding them, he bent over deeply and closed his legs, silently begging his knees to remain stable until his testicles were released. The girl quickly pulled back her hand, leaving his balls dangling under his closed thighs right in front of her face. Before he was able to finally fall down, she snapped a hard punch into the dangling pair with a grin of amazement and sexual power.

When the guy gratefully transformed into a pathetic pile of useless muscle on the floor, Cleopatra turned her head and looked at Asim and his last competitor to his left with an excited face. The way, her mood affected her expressions and gestures, was amazing. She was so confident and superior in her role as donor of sexual torment and delight.

Asim panted and really, really struggled. He had so perfectly been trained by Dalila in terms of resisting the overwhelming urge, but this was really too much. The usual teasing he had gotten at home was some stroking of his cock and squeezing of his balls. Usually, he had been allowed to put his hands under her robe, touching her soft tits. But whenever his hand had moved down to explore her body a bit more, she had kicked his balls to prepare him for his duties.

Now, Asim was being absolutely drowned in raging, burning erotic. With the other two guys dragged out of the room by their balls, him and the other last standing man had the full attention of the seven nude women. All the bare tits, asses and pussies with either none or curiously styled hair drove him absolutely mad. But it was nothing, compared to the perfect beauty that Cleopatra comprised, or the sensation from whatever the slave girl was doing with his groin.

“Enough. I have one last test for you.” The beautiful queen suddenly said, after she had positioned herself in front of the remaining candidates. Asim couldn’t help but let out a long, deep moan of frustration and relief when the slave girl let go of his manhood and the dangerous pleasure raging in his groin majorly decreased.

“This is, what you have trained for. Imagine, my cuties here were attacking me.” she stepped next to one of the girls and slapped her butt playfully. “Defend your pharaoh!”

Before Asim really processed, what he was supposed to do, the girl still on her knees in between his legs grabbed his balls from behind with one hand and began punching them rapidly with the other.

“Aaaahhhrrrrrggghhh”, he screamed when the pain immobilized his body like a steel claw digging into his abdomen. Seeing the petite size of the girl, his first reflex was to bend down, grab her waist with both hands and simply lift her up into the air. While being turned upside down, she continued pounding his brutalized nuts over and over, holding on to them without mercy.

It was ridiculous, how much he was struggling with only one petite woman, because of his cursed manhood. The unfairness of the beautiful differences between his and her body was demonstrated to him as impressively as possible, when the girl that was now held upside down, facing his manhood, wrapped her thighs around his head and pulled his face right into her inviting, wet pussy with one calf.

Blinded and stumbling backwards, Asim let go of her waist, moved his hands down until he found her perky, firm tits and squeezed them while pushing her away from his body. The girl actually quit the brutal pounding on his balls and grabbed his hands on her tits with a moan that sounded merely aroused. With his balls not being punched over and over anymore, her hot pussy in his face and the sensation of her soft tits in his hands, he was pulled right back into the struggle for sexual restraint.

Just in this moment, the hard top of a bare foot smashed into his balls out of nowhere. Asim couldn’t even tell if the kick had come from the front or back. Screaming into the girl’s pussy, he fell to his knees and needed all his remaining strength to wiggle out of the girl’s relentless hold. When he finally had her on her back on the ground, in between his legs, he managed to ignore the crippling ache log enough to jump up and away from her.

Her foot snapped up at ridiculous speed and Asim instantly reacted by pulling back his hip. The pair of loosely hanging balls escaped her toes by less than a finger’s width. He did it so fast that he stumbled back a step or two. Just in that moment, the previous brutal kick in the balls was suddenly repeated, obviously from behind. It was too much. How could this hurt so fucking bad, Asim thought when the overwhelming agony made him double over.

Bent deeply in his knees and hips, and with his legs tightly closed, the instantly following snap kick caught his nuts unable to escape from behind his closed thighs. It was even more defeating as he had thought when he witnessed it previously for the other guy. The instant, insane rush of pain was so much worse compared to when he got kicked with his legs opened. And the realization that it was him who had severely worsened the effect of the kick by actually trying to protect himself, was simply devastating.

Asim tensed up and fell forward. It was over. His dream of living in the wealthy palace, protecting the notoriously beautiful queen shattered. All the years of training had not taught him what a couple of nude girls had, since he had entered the room. That he was fucking weak. This pair of testicles dangling in between his legs made him inferior to every woman, especially if she made his mind spin with her amazing, natural beauty. Not only to Dalila.

When the initial rush of agony had washed over his body and gave way to the throbbing ache that wasn’t going to stop for hours, Asim lifted his head to figure out the surprising silence. The other guy was down on the floor, too, rocking his body in the same fruitless attempt to ease the pain.

“Ooops, you’re both out. Sorry, guys.” Cleopatra giggled playfully, enjoying the scene from her position next to the pool. The frustration of all the suffering being completely pointless actually turned up the desperation in Asim’s face by another notch.

“Ohh, I’m just kidding, spoilsports. Of course, you can’t beat my girls. But this was fun! Now, humm… I think, I’ll take *this* one! Sargent Instant Boner.” Asim lifted his head another time, drowned in an instant rush of nervousness. The nude queen was pointing at him with a rewarding, satisfied smile. A moment later, the submissive squeak to Asim’s left was the unmistakable proof that he had won.

Cleopatra approached him with slow steps, placing one foot right in front of the other to make her hip sway as much as possible. Asim couldn’t stop staring at her. From his position on the floor, she looked even more hot. The idea that this was now his life, was both terrifying and fulfilling.

The queen smoothly sunk down on her knees next to Asim’s hip and carefully pushed him onto his back. After softly but firmly grabbing his wrists and urging his hands away from his beaten nuts, she took his relentless boner in one hand and leaned down to begin sweetly kissing his balls.

“Ohhhh…” He moaned out when very slowly and sensually, she began jerking his cock. Nearly instantly, the goddess of pleasure had turned all the ache in his balls into a mad sexual rush. Suddenly, she got back to her feet and softly tugged at his balls.

“I know exactly what you need right now, sweetie.” Asim was so overwhelmed that he couldn’t come up with any clear thought. But he didn’t need to. Whatever the beauty had in mind for him, she was his queen and he would embrace anything.

Just as he had witnessed multiple times, Asim struggled to his feet as the girl’s pull became more and more demanding. It was so cruel and hot, how much harder it was was to get up, the more mean and demanding the girl’s pull became. On his feet, hhe submissively followed the nude hottie who led him to the pool by his balls.

“Sit!” She commanded as if she was talking to a dog. While he complied, Cleopatra let her wonderful body glide into the clear water in front of him. When Asim sat at the edge with his feet in the water, Cleopatra pushed his knees apart and got in between his legs.

There was no way that this wasn’t a dream, Asim thought when the famously beautiful queen grabbed his balls with a demanding smile, pulled him right to the edge and simultaneously let his testicles sink into the cool water while taking his cock into her mouth.

While the slave girl had been amazingly skillful, Cleopatra’s tongue was guided by the goddesses themselves. In combination with the cool relief of his balls, it felt like a river of pure satisfaction had found its way into his body. Within seconds, he was trembling and fighting the on-setting temptation. There was no way that he could withstand her for another three breaths.

“Ohhh nooo… pleeaaase…” Asim pressed out in between moans. Cleopatra halted and looked up at him, curiously.

“No? Please?”

“Please, don’t make me fall for the goddesses' evil temptation.”

“Evil temptation?” Cleopatra’s face looked more and more curious and amused with every word.

“Yeah… the curse. Please, don’t make me get it.”

“Say, who has told you this?” Asim was confused that it seemed to be new to Cleopatra, but her expression was one of genuine curiosity and approval. However, he couldn’t tell her that he had had an illegal sexual interaction during his training.

“No one, I reaaaaaaaahhh…” the pain that her moderate squeeze inflicted on his balls left him no choice. With a high-pitched voice, he pressed out the truth. “Dalihhhhgh… Dalilahh…” The squeeze stopped, but her hand remained firmly wrapped around his balls.

“Dalila? The *gentle*? That’s cute. Is she your girlfriend?” Asim nodded submissively. “Say, has your girlfriend been playing with your little toys here, too?” A quick squeeze made clear what she meant and Asim pant in surprise. He nodded again.

“She said that I need to be prepared for women attacking me… *there*… if I want to be a guard.”

“What an amazing girl!” Cleopatra said cheerfully and with honest admiration. She looked at his cock and hesitated. “And this Dalila, is she in the city?”

Asim nodded. His balls ached not only from all the kicking and squeezing, but from the insane teasing that he had endured. The nude beauty standing in the water in between his legs, softly massaging his tender balls was pure torture at this point. He wanted to give in to the temptation so badly, but he couldn’t.

“I’d love to talk to her. Find her!” she softly commanded her patiently waiting slaves behind Asim’s back. Then, she addressed him with a mindbogglingly seductive voice while softly pulling him closer by his balls. “In the meantime… I guess you just have to resist the temptation, then.”