Commander Nubia Rashid surveyed the land. She had just read a very disturbing report. Or rather, a set of reports. There were a series of reports.

As the Commander of the Medjai, she was the chief of police for Egypt. While technically her authority was limited to Egypt, she had agents in every Nome and through her influence she heard everything. She regularly dealt with the worst of Egypt. Petty theft, drunkedness, white collar crime. She regularly dealt with demons too. Big and dumb, cunning and small. This she could handle. She was a brilliant detective in her own right and had an almost supernatural sense of how Egypt was doing. Like how an expert fisherman knew the mood of the ocean and the feel of the shoals of fish under his boat without even seeing them, Nubia could read the streets and the people and know when something was off.

The reports that disturbed her were far from alarming. They detailed low level, mundane things of the day to day operations of the Medjai. Each represented some carefully detailed little thread of the enormous, continuously weaving history that was the First Bone. The Medjai produced an enormous amount of these everyday. Things like parking violations, noise reports, the latest on camel hump prices etc. Even an experienced detective might be puzzled as to why the Commander was disturbed.

Out of a sea of these facts she had fished out a carefully curated set of reports, she could feel something imperceptibly wrong in Egypt. The reports on her desk were certainly not going to be on any thriller crime novel. A report on a case of home invasion retracted by its filer. The head doctor of Heliopolis General Hospital, a known workaholic who rarely left her office, buying a house in a distant apartment. A few noise complaints around said house. Scattered reports of a tall, alabaster foreigner.

She felt something in her gut but couldn't quite put her finger on it. It was something invasive. Like a worm. A parasite.

Her contemplation was broken when she sensed a great magical aura approaching a building. It was a aura like a skyscraper of light and fire, burning with unassailable might and brilliance, stunning all in its presence with its majesty and grace. She knew who it was instantly. Only one person in the whole of Egypt had such a presence.

Fifty stories below, the door to Medjai HQ was pushed open. The many lush, young and perky junior officers and fewer males stopped in their tracks. The hustle and bustle dwindled to a halt. Then slowly, they all bowed deeply. Click, click, click. A tall figure, taller than all of them even without heels, swept past them. On her statuesque physique was draped fine flowing robes of snowy complexion, which clung gently to her soft copper skin. Atop her startlingly beautiful head was a golden circlet, nestled gently into a head of deep black hair that was trimmed at her jawline. A massive leopard skin cloak with white edges was draped over her shoulders and it trailed behind as she walked, a massive staff in hand. No one bothered to identify and stop her, because a presence this regal and imposing could only be the Queen.

Zia took the elevator straight up to the top. Nubia turned around and straightenened her jacket. As the doors split open, the Medjai's flame suddenly turned an intense gold. Zia's residual magical aura was so powerful it made the flame burn an almost eye watering white in his bowl as she approached. Nubia bowed.

Her staff gently thonked on Nubia's skull. "I've told you before, you don't have to do that."

Nubia smiled. "Sorry, your Highness."

Zia rolled her eyes with a little smirk. She pulled Nubia into a hug, caressing her daughter in her enormous bosom in an entirely motherly and not sexual way. Nubia sighed a little as she nuzzled the top of her head into Zia's neck. Nubia had inherited her mother's incredible bust, and as they lovingly pushed their bodies against each other their busts were squished, the fantastic swell of them jostling against each other incessantly.

With a little sigh they finally separated. "You could've called ahead, mother."

"Hmm? I can't visit my own daughter at work?"

"You could've given me a warning! Now we'll never get anything gone because all the males will be jerking themselves off to the jiggling tits you showed them," Nubia said with a grin, reaching out to spread her fingers on the huge yet improbably perky breasts on her mother's dress.

"Nubia," Zia said with a sigh to her grinning daughter, who was now gleefully honking her massive teeters like she owned them. Zia expected it. Nubia had been like this since she was a kid to her. Why would she act so playfully and inappropriately to her? If she didn't know better, she'd said her daughter was sexually attracted to her dominating nature and power.

"How about we do like when I was young?" Nubia said, leaning forward and chomping the air in front of her teats. She mimicked sucking heavily and gulping down huge amounts of liquid. "You can sit down and I'll lay my head on your lap!"

Zia rolled her eyes and brought her hand down in a slice onto Nubia's forehead. A regular person would have their skull cracked and their face pushed into the floor, but Nubia just faked a plaintive moan. It was what counted as a gentle warning for her.

"So," Zia began. "Have you got a boyfriend yet?"

"Mother, I'm already a grown up," Nubia groaned. "I'll get one when I want to!"

"We've got your future to think about. Yours and Lola's."

"It'll be fine, with you around!"

"Egypt needs it's king, dear. And some day, I'd like to retire!"

"Hmph! Everyone knows its you running the empire. Besides, who else but you could do it? Egypt needs you, mother. You're the pillar of order and strength! Egypt is beautiful and cultured but it's also filled with powerful and power hungry politicians! You're the only one powerful enough to rule over all of them at once! Without you, it'll descend into a civil war."

"Yes, I know dear. But you and your sister shouldn't underestimate yourselves. You're both growing up beautifully."

Nubia smiled at the compliment.

"Speaking of Lola..." She felt another aura approach. If Zia's was like a huge blinding column of gold, this one was a vast, multispectral rainbow, constantly shifting and glittering in a thousand hues. This was because Lola, protégé of the Sem Priest of the Nation of Spellcasters and by far their most brilliant student, had mastered a thousand magics and arcane arts. While Zia's herself immensely skilled and powerful, Lola's was as subtle and varied as her entire library of forgotten scrolls. The Medjai's flame flickered bright pink and Lola rolled out of the giant bowl.

The small girl picked herself up and knocked a bit of soot off her boots. "For Ra's sake why do you keep doing that! You're getting soot all over my floor!" Nubia yelled, pointing a finger at Lola.

Lola shrugged the indifferent shrug of a sister who didn't really care if she bothered her elder sister. Nubia picked up a stapler and threw it at her. A foot away from Lola she whistled and it suddenly turned into a custard pie and veered off course, smacking into a bust of one of Nubia's predecessors

"Why are you dirtying your own room like this?" Lola said innocently, twisting her foot on the ground.

"Me? You did it!"

"Me? I'm just standing here."

"Argh!" Nubia yelled and lunged over the table. Which was a mistake. Lola knew that if Nubia got her hands on her it'd be like a bear playing with a ragdoll. So she had disguised a little innocent foot twisting to draw a hieroglyph of levitation with her shoe in front of her. Nubia stepped on it and barely had time to swear before she was bobbing in the air like a balloon.

"Moooom! Lola is using magic against me again! That's super illegal!" Nubia yelled, her arms and legs flailing in the air.

"I have not broken the first proclamation. I just drew a hieroglyph on the floor, it's not my fault you stepped into it," Lola said smugly.

Zia rubbed her temples with her hands. It seemed like no matter many years passed, Lola and Nubia never quite grew up from the phase of stealing each other's toys. But deep down she knew they loved each other. Really deep down. You'd hit oil before you found it.

"Lola, please put your sister down, that is punishable by death."

"Yes, mother," Lola said and dropped Nubia unceremoniously on her well rounded butt. Thankfully, Lola was always more obedient than Nubia. Nubia tackled Lola, and they both rolled around the ground, Nubia grinning and Lola laughing as the latter got a fist rubbed into her hair.

"Nubia, you are right," Zia said with a sigh.

"I'm going to be Queen for decades more. Underworld knows what'll happen if I fail."

Nubia laughed. She felt better. Whatever was invading Egypt, it'll never fall with Zia.

Nubia stepped out of Medjai HQ. Around her when the commoners saw her Commander's uniform they respectfully got out of the way and bowed. The sleek uniform with his pauldrons and waist hugging cut was more than just pretty clothes to cling to Nubia's fantastic body and make her breasts slosh around in the straining grip of reinforced gold buttons. It represented the order on which Egypt was built, the written law which their whole society was based on. The person wearing this uniform was not only some voluptuous eye candy with hair like chestnut brown silk and a phat ass, but she was entrusted by the Pharoah to defend Egypt create and defend order. And the command was given to not just to a paragon of uncompromising will and focus, but to someone with undefeatable strength. If someone could defeat the Commander than the very foundation of Egypt could be rocked.

So despite her startlingly pretty amber eyes ringed with prominent black limbic rings, a bust like a herd of cows' strapped down by her sheer uniform and an butt that was the result of the most intense, rigorous training she put herself through, people gave her a very wide berth. Even if most boys at the sight of her ass wanted to kneel behind the leggy brunette and eat her ass until the world ended, they didn't even look up into her eyes.

Nubia liked it that way. She liked to be in control. She had a pathological need for it. She was in control of herself and her body. In control of the men and women she led. And she was in control over the Heliopolis. As the Commander and had almost dictatorial levels of power to arrest, detain and assault people she deemed a threat to Egypt or the Royal Family.

And to be in control you had to make people think you were in control. You had to be uncompromising, firm and relentless in making sure people knew their place. They had to fear you and what you would do to them if they crossed you. This she achieved so well that her mere presence would make a city's crime rate hit rock bottom.

The princess had grown up this way. Everyone was scared of her status, her mother and her power. People would drop to their knees when she was just a little girl. She was big and scary, almost as much as her mother.

Which was why she was pacing quickly towards the last known location of Lieutenant Ruker's and Corporal Shaheed's police cruiser. They had stopped reporting back to HQ an hour ago. It was something out of control and it disturbed her.

People from afar turned and stared at the sharply dressed commander, her long legs chewing up the ground. She got close. She turned sharply down a deserted one way alley and came out into a small open lot. It was quite a long alley, and there was no one around. The hair on the back of her neck stood up. It was an easy place for an ambush. A black and white police cruiser was parked haphazardly there, lying diagonally across the rectangular lot.

The cruiser belonged to Lieutenant Ruker and Corporal Shaheed. They had suddenly stopped giving their timely reports to HQ, and the locator on their GPS had led Nubia here. She reached for the wand tucked into a belt that sank itself into her soft haunches. The whole vehicle was squeaking slightly as it rocked on its wheels.

The insides of the cruiser was obscured by a layer of condensation that had built up from the inside. She approached slowly. Her face was inches away from the window when a hand shot out against the glass.

Her eyes widened. The hand pressed up against it was definitely a female one.

"Ruker! Shaheed!" she yelled. There was no response.

With her other hand she took out her police's badge and flipped it open, brandishing it at the car.

"This is the Medjai, open up!"

She swore. Still no response. She kept her badge.

With one hand holding her wand and another grabbing the door handle, she yanked it open and pushed her head into the steamy insides.

ONE HOUR BEFORE

The police cruiser ground to a halt on the tarmac. Shaheed and Ruker stepped smartly out of it where a crowd of people were already awaiting them. There was Jasmine Anderson in her lab coat holding the Device, the half dozen Seraphim with Niriem at the lead. Eris and Percy were waiting slightly behind. Percy was wearing a pair of jeans but his erect cock could already be seen bulging out in anticipation of who he was going to fuck. And finally there was Lola, wearing a pure white sundress that dangled above her knees and showed off her plump, creamy thighs. She was pressed up right against Percy. In fact, Percy's hand was absentmindedly shoved up her crotch, his fingers roaming around in her young, barely pubescent pussy.

"Kinky. I've always wanted to fuck in a police cruiser."

"Ordinarily it would be suicide to be this close to Nubia," Jaz said as she scribbled a few hieroglyphs onto the Device. "But with the Crown Princess' help," Jaz said with a curtsy, "and the Seraphim, we can neutralize her inhuman strength." She passed the Device to Eris.

The Device had been playing up a lot recently. Flashing on and on. Eris said it was a good thing, the enormous amount of women Percy had managed to brand in such a short period was massively overcharging its capacity and forcing it to evolve and adapt.

"Using the Device was a sort of nexus for our combined magic, I've set up a way to neutralize her strength. The Seraphim's combined physical strength will supply the spell with power, directly countering Nubia's. Menka has got the perimeter set up so no magical signals can get out."

From one of the roofs adjacent, the silver haired assassin in her perfect pinstripe suit waved.

"But the catch is the spell will only work within the cruiser. And that the Device can only maintain the spell from within the cruiser. If she gets out, or worse, breaks the Device, it'll collapse."

"And this is the spell," Lola said dreamily, her foot drawing a hieroglyph in front of the cruiser's rear door as Percy's fingers stabbed into her soft wet core. "It'll use my Seraphim's strength as a biological dampener, countering Nubia's own. Inside the vehicle, she'll be as weak as any other girl." Lola said smugly. "This'll show her"

"Casting magic on another person, it's illegal isn't it?" Percy said thoughtfully.

"So is fingering the Crown Princess," Jaz said, pointing at Lola.

Lola giggled and hugged Percy's waist, rubbing her petite body against his. "But I don't think daddy's going to stop."

"Of course I won't," Percy chuckled, petting her head.

"Positions, everyone. This is the big one, we can't afford any mistakes," Ruker said sternly. Everyone nodded. Eris melted into the shadows. The Seraphim and Jasmine walked into a dugout they made a short distance away from the cruiser, hidden by a spell so they could see the cruiser but the dugout appeared as a wall, in case Percy needed backup.

Percy withdrew his fingers from Lola's crotch, making her sigh wistfully. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed Percy. "I'm maintaining a barrier around the Device, just to protect you daddy."

"You're such a good little slut, you know that? Giving your sister like this to me because I asked," Percy purred, stroking her back.

Lola smiled. "I want to be the bestest girl you have, daddy. One more thing. She's a control freak. She's been in charge and in command since she was a girl; everyone is afraid of her and she likes it that way.

Above all else thinks she's in control of her own mind and body."

Percy nodded. "So show her otherwise, alright, daddy?"

Lola skipped her way to the dugout, intentionally letting her skirt fly out to let Percy look at her perfect peachy butt. Percy whistled and got into the rear of the cruiser.

The women sat on benches against the wall of the dugout. Niriem was in the center, facing the cruiser directly. Lola crawled onto her lap and drew her bodyguard's arms around her waist. The lot of them watched eagerly at a magical holograph of the insides of the cruiser floating in the center of the dugout. There was a shared palpable air of arousal in the dugout in the expectation that a few of their fellow countrymen were about to have the lights fucked out of them, and not a single woman didn't sigh wistfully that it wasn't going to be them this time.

He grinned when he saw that Ruker and Shaheed had their uniforms in the style he liked them best. With the very top buttoned up but the middles ones all off, both their fabulous sets of tits were now squished together in a window created by their slutily buttoned uniform. They clasped their hands in front of their crotches and jiggled their bare tits in welcome like he thought them to.

A hand reached out and pulled Nubia into the cruiser. At the same time her foot triggered the hieroglyph at the base of the door. The door slammed shut behind her.

Her eyes took a fraction of a second to adjust to the gloom and mist of the insides. Her military training kicked in and she swept her gaze over the spacious interior of the cruiser, absorbing the situation in a second.

The perpetually calm and controlled commander was shocked.

Her most trusted lieutenant was sitting on the center console armrest in a startling state of undress. Her famous huge pointed tits and their prominent nipples were thrust out of an obscene boob window made by buttoning her collar but leaving everything else hanging. Her thick and admirably well muscled thighs were spread wide, and to her relief Ruker's pants were still on, even if her hands were shoved down it. But even more shocking was the corner of the car she was staring at with rapt attention.

On the seat on the far side of hers was Shaheed, back facing her and almost completely naked. The neat corporal had folded her navy blue pants and shirt into a perfect rectangle with the belt resting on top and placed it on the seat behind her.

She only wore her boots and peaked gap. Shaheed was an extremely well endowed woman who kept herself in incredible shape, Ruker could see her huge tits swell out from behind and her tight sleek waist.

But worst of all was the fourth person in the car. While the other three were, in Ruker's opinion, the natural and healthy warm brown color of those who lived in the desert, the fourth was white. His pale arms were wrapped around the beautifully arched back of Shaheed as she, horrifyingly, was knelt on his lap and bouncing her perky round butt up and down. She couldn't see the foreigner because he was obscured by Shaheed but he was unmistakably masculine, with broad shoulders and biceps like cantaloupes caressing her corporal, running thick white fingers up and down the soft chocolately skin of Shaheed's back. And Ruker was an ardent racist!

She stared for many seconds as Shaheed let little gasps pass over her pretty pink lips. She was dumbstruck. No one seemed to be acknowledging her, the princess of Egypt! Her own officers seemed more interested in the white foreigner than her!

"Ruker, what's going on!" Nubia exclaimed. Ruker turned to look at her. "Hello, Commander. We're just pleasuring this man here."

"I order you to stop this inappropriate behavior at once!" Nubia yelled. No one listened. She was dumbstruck. No one was obeying her. "I mean - it is your personal business who you want to have relations with, but - but - why do you have to do in uniform! You're disrespecting the Medjai like this!"

"I'm sorry, I know that, but he wanted to fuck us in uniform."

"Who the fuck is he even?!"

"This is Perseus. He's Greek," Ruker said, her body thrilling as she said the last word. Nubia's face burned a deep red.

"You - you two are having sexual relations with a Greek man? That's disgusting! Did you forget what the Greeks did to us? Years of humiliation!"

"I know," Ruker said biting our lip, "we all tried to resist him at first. But he wouldn't take no for an answer."

They were interrupted as Shaheed gasped, her back arching in ecstasy.

Percy's fingers gripped into Shaheed's hips and pushed her down until her labia was kissing the base of his crotch. Nubia almost threw up as she heard a thick, glooping noise fill the car. To her absolute horror, she saw thick, pearly rivulets of cum spill out of the tight seal made from Shaheed's cock stretched taut over Percy's immense girth.

"He - he just came inside you..." Nubia whispered in horror. She was rapidly realising that this was not just some bout of causal sex. This Greek man had seduced her finest officers and turned them into these depraved, kinky... she couldn't think of any other word but "cumslut".

Shaheed slowly raised herself off Percy, her pussy clinging needily to his shaft and creating a little pink sleeve as she rose.

Nubia was transfixed as inch after inch of thick bright pink cock was unsheathed from the warm mocha labia of the corporal. By the Gods, it's so... big, Nubia couldn't help but think.

Shaheed crawled off Percy, letting out a deep sigh of satisfaction. For the first time, Nubia got a good look at Percy. The first thing he noticed was how un-Egyptian he looked. He was extremely pale, with piercing blue eyes and huge muscles that bulged from every part of his body. He was also as tall as Nubia. But most alarming was his cock. It was by far the biggest one she'd ever seen. It was absolutely massive.

Nubia was deeply uncomfortable about how she felt that Percy was really, really hot. She knew she would be repulsed by Greek men, those vile males who had invaded Egypt and hurt it, but she had to admit, he was really really sexy.

She took a deep breath and shook her head. Her eyes narrowed into angry silts.

"Get out of the vehicle," she said in her most authoritative tone. She turned around and prepared to exit the vehicle and deal with this man outside this car stinking of sex, but she was froze when she heard, "No."

"What?" she angrily snapped, turning her pretty head around.

"I said no," Percy said. Nubia balked. Any man in Egypt would have bowed and scraped and ran out of the car. No one had ever disobeyed an order from her.

Her face turned a deep red. "What do you mean no!" She drew herself up and thrust out her chest, trying to look in command but in the cum stinking insides of the car just made her look like she was presenting her enormous bouncy melons to Percy. "I am the Commander of the Medjai and a princess of Egypt! I trace my lineage back to the great Pharoahs of Egypt! How dare you disobey me!"

"You're under arrest!" she barked. Percy sat there, unmoving. Nubia lost it. She leaned forward and put all her weight behind a straight punch. Percy didn't go flying out of the car like he thought. He just caught her fist with one hand. "W-what?" she stuttered in disbelief. She tried to withdraw it but she couldn't.

She was shocked to her core. She was being overpowered by this stranger. No one had done it before except her mother. She was so shock she couldn't react when Percy grabbed her arms by their slender wrists and pulled her in for a kiss.

"Mpppfffhhhh!" she yelled, her amber eyes widening as her lips mushed into Percy's. Her body was thrown onto Percy as he gave her a hot, sloppy kiss. She thrashed pathetically in his arms, grinding her soft curvaceous body against Percy's sculpted marble body, his tongue stabbing into her mouth. She wanted to recoil in horror as Percy's tongue slid into her royal mouth, running itself across her teeth and pasting his saliva all over her mouth.

For a minute the two bodies squirmed, Percy easily holding her there as he worked his way into her mouth and took his time to exploit the warm insides of her mouth. When he let her go, she shot back and gasped for air. "Y-you!" she stuttered in indignation, wiping his spit off her lips. She was at a loss of how to react.

"Ruker, handcuff her," Percy said. To her horror her lieutenant grabbed both her wrists and looped a handcuff through a handle above the door, then cuffing both her hands there. Both her arms were stretched above her head in a stripper like pose, raising her breasts and thrusting her chest out. Nubia let out a little screech of horror as Percy crawled over, his massive dick swinging in between his legs like a pendulum.

He grabbed the front of his blouse and ripped it open. Gold buttons clattered onto the ground as all the buttons except the top collar was torn off and her perfect pair exploded out of the resulting boob window. Nubia now looked no different than Ruker, some slutty perverted version of a police officer.

With another flick, her bra came off. Percy reached out and sank a hand into an enormous globe, relishing in its size and softness. He slid her hands down to the teat and pinched the nipple, teasingly pulling it out and letting it snap back. "Ah, your tits are fucking fantastic. Just like your mom's." Nubia cried in indignation. "I'm a princess you piece of Greek shit! You'll fucking hang for this!"

"Sure," Percy chuckled as he reached for her pant. "Get away!" she cried, kicking at Percy with her boots. He easily held her legs open, spreading them wide. Nubia's chest heaved at the impending implication. Her crotch was completely vulnerable. Percy undid her belt buckle.

"Stop it, you criminal! I swear I'll burn down your village for this!" she barked.

Percy made a tsk-tsk noise. He turned to Ruker. "Your commander is so badly behaved." Ruker nodded in agreement.

"Commander, I'd advise you to stop struggling and do as he says. To avoid the pain."

"Ruker, what the hell are you saying! Help me this instant! This - this is treason!"

"You need to be discplined," Percy said sternly, pulling the belt out of her pants.

He flipped Ruker over onto her knees. She screeched as her top heavy body hung from the handle, her huge tits dangling in the air, while her big smooth rump was exposed doggy-style to Percy. He yanked her navy blue pants all the way down to her bent knees. Her perfectly sculpted ass was exposed, two smooth round bubbles a shade of mocha with a pair of skimpy white panties stretched thin over its enormous swell. He folded the belt.

"What are you going to - eeeek!" she squealed as Percy whipped her ass with the belt. "Y-you dare!"

"Quiet," Percy ordered.

"Eeek!" she squealed again as Percy brought the belt down in an arch on her butt again. He shoved her hand deep into her crack of her ass and stroked up and down her the swell of her fat pussy.

"I said quiet," he ordered.

"No - stop!" she squealed as Percy whipped her again. He pushed harder, stroking as he did. But he didn't stop, calmly repeating his order as he whipped her over and over again. Slowly, one little drop of liquid oozed out of her pussy.

She bit her lip. What... what is happening? she moaned to herself. Every red hot lash across her buttocks made her pussy ached and burn even more, only to be tantalizingly teased by Percy's thick stroking fingers.

Percy whipped her perfect smooth ass again and again, lashing red marks across her unblemished flesh. He kept whipping her big round butt out for every bit of juice it had, squeezing it dry onto his hands. He belted her over and over until she realised it was useless, and she slowly began to submit. First she complained a little softer, then more intermittently, then until the only sounds she made as she got whipped was little gasps. By the time he was done his hand was absolutely dripping, thick webs of pussy fluid strung between her fingers.

"Good," Percy said. He dropped the belt and flipped her around onto her spanked raw butt. She winced a little. Percy held his soaked hand in front of her face and chuckled. Nubia blushed a deep red and averted her gaze in humiliation.

Percy turned around and beckoned Ruker over. She face split into a wicked grin as she jumped onto Percy's lap and made out in a sloppy, wet dance of tongues and hands roaming across each other's body. Nubia stared.

"Aren't you going to - to," she stuttered.

"To?" Percy replied. "You know..."

"No. I'm just getting you to shut up. You're free to go," he said. He motioned to Shaheed and she took out a key. She crawled over and uncuffed Nubia. She withdrew her wrists and rubbed the red marks on it.

"That's it?" she asked in bewilderment.

"Yes, you can go," Percy said.

Dumbstruck, she obeyed and silently pulled up her pants over her dripping wet panties, then she looped her belt through.

She stepped out of the vehicle, holding her buttonless jacket together tight over her jutting chest. Cheeks burning red and looking at the ground, she ran back to her office, ignoring the looks of bystanders and unable to ignore the squishing of her slimy thighs with every step.

But a block away she turned down an empty alley and collapsed against a wall. Her heart was pounding in a rib cage like a tribal war drum.

Oh gods, he overpowered me and whipped me like a common slave, she thought. And I'm never been wetter... I... I don't actually like being treated like this right? The overpowering thought in her mind was that in thirty seconds some Greek she met had her bent over and spanking her like an errant child. It was humiliating. And it made her feel really, really horny.

Her pride couldn't take it. She got up and started walking back to the car.

It's just to check on my women, she thought. Yes, nothing wrong with that. I'll just sit in and watch... Watch a Greek man ravish her lovely Egyptian officers and ejaculate in them raw...

And even deeper down she thought, if by some chance I should join, well...

She imagined herself sitting on Percy's lap like Shaheed did, sliding up and down his thick, fat, Greek cock, caressing it until it exploded in hot, sticky orgasm in her unprotected core...

Unconsciously, her legs sped up.

The door of the cruiser hesitantly opened. Nubia lingered outside for a second then entered.

"Sit down," Percy said. She obeyed.

It hit her as soon as she stepped in. Inside the car she wasn't a princess. She wasn't a commander. She was a fat tittied bitch with a slim waist and a pretty face, here to get humiliated and fucked by Percy in whatever way he liked. Same as Lieutenant Ruker and Corporal Shaheed. They we wearing the scared uniform of the protectors of Egypt, an indelible symbol of authority and incorruptiblity, but in here it was nothing more than pieces of pretty fabric to hug their fuckable bodies.

She wasn't dumb. She knew it was all deliberate. The way he made her officers keep their uniforms or part of it on. He was degrading the whole Medjai, of course. Showing them that who they are and what their identity was nothing to him. They were all just his cumdumps. For all their fierceness and intelligence, they were no better than a street prostitute to him, their value not exceeding the circumference of their waist and the size of their cups.

Now Ruker was down on her knees in front of Percy, who was sitting down with his thick, slab like thighs spread open. Her wide, distended tits were resting on each thigh, they were so big they could be spread apart like sandbags. Percy was playing with her famously large nipples, pinching and flicking them. Nubia knew she absolutely hated that. But as Percy gave her fat bulging nips a hard twist, all she did was gurgle a bit as she deep throated his cock all the way down to the base.

Shaheed was where Ruker was, sitting on the armrest between the two front seats as a thick river of cum flowed out of her gaping pussy.

"You've come back," Percy said calmly. Nubia's arms fell to the side under his sternly emerald gaze. With her hands no longer clutching her torn uniform it parted open like the curtains of a stage to reveal her perfect, massive tits with a little dark chocolate nipple perched on top. "Why?"

"To make sure you don't hurt my officers," she said slightly softer than she wanted to.

"They'll get hurt as much I want," Percy gloated. He grabbed Ruker's hair and yanked sharply up. Her pretty lips had time to be dragged across his shaft before he slammed down again. Nubia winced as she saw his baseball bat of a cock rammed into her Lieutenant.

"Assaulting an officer is punishable by thirty years in jail!" Nubia hissed.

Percy chuckled. "Hurting? They consent to it. Isn't that right, girls?" Shaheed bit her lip and nodded. Ruker, her face impaled on Percy's shaft, bobbed her head up and down. "Well, it looks like there's nothing here for you. So tell me why you're still staying."

Nubia balked. Slowly, she whispered, "because I want you to... To..."

"Aw, looks like little Nubia can't tell the truth," Percy said, pulling Ruker's head off his cock. "It's alright, I'll help you get it out."

Nubia didn't resist as Percy grabbed her thin wrist and maneuvered her onto his lap. He slips his cock neatly up the deep crevasse of her steel tight buns which made her whimper. The hot juices of his cock rapidly soaked into her pants and she felt it against her skin. His strong hands slid around her toned waist. Nubia shivered. In this position Percy could do anything to her.

"You two, give us a show," Percy ordered. Ruker, who was sitting at the opposite end with her back against the door, was suddenly tackled by Shaheed. Their hands slid onto each other's backs, their delicate fingers running across the smooth warm skin. They closed their eyes and leaned into each other's face. A delicate little peck on each other's lips at first. Then their bright pink tongues slid over their full, sensuous lips and intertwined with each other in the air. Nubia stared as the long wet tentacles coiled around each other and by some unspoken signal, they pulled each other in and mushed their mouths together. Slender necks twisting and pretty faces rocking against each other, the two Medjai officers made out in a loud and sloppy session with nothing but tatters of their uniform on.

Nubia looked down and saw one of Percy's hands moving up to her breasts. She winced as his thick digits gripped her caramel breast but didn't resist. Her swollen tit, almost as big as her mother's, was a mass of nerves that was squeezed so tight in his powerful hands it would leave marks.

But she watched with even more trepidation as one of his white hands slid down into her pants and toyed with the thick hump of her dark labia.

"Oh my, you're so wet," Percy said, gleefully tracing his fingers on the slime coated labia and surrounding skin. "You wanna get fucked by a Greek man so bad?"

"Shut up, you filthy dog," Nubia hissed. But her body didn't lie as under his careful stroking her pussy started to drip more.

"Careful," Percy whispered into her ear, his hot breath sending chills down her spine. "Or else I might not fuck you."

Nubia gritted her teeth and shut up. As Ruker and Shaheed continued to grope and kiss each other, Percy let go of her breast and undid her belt buckle and yanked it off. He neatly folded it up and pressed it against Nubia's mouth. The princess, humiliated, parted her lips and bit down on the leather, holding it in her mouth like a dog. Percy undid her pants and yanked it down to her knees. Her panties were ripped away like tissue.

Shaheed and Ruker were slowly drawn to the scene. They changed position, propping their backs against the door and spreading their legs. Each other's hand slid down their stomachs and used long, dusky fingers to slid up each other's cooches, a masturbation technique which they used all too often on each other in Percy's numerous gangbangs. They gazed wide eyed at their boss about to do it with a hung Greek stud.

Nubia wanted to bark at them to turn away but the belt was in her mouth. She realized this was the de facto position. When his girls weren't getting fucked they sat there and watched, like servants attending to their master, awaiting their turn. She realized Percy just fuck a lot of girls and frequently together. And now she was just another one of them.

Percy lifted her large body by the waist until her pussy was right above his upright cock. Her stomach sank as it tingled with excitement as the fat tip pressed deliciously against her labia. It felt even bigger than it looked, and her tawny pussy gushed out on his white plum glans.

Come on, fuck me with that big white fuckstick, she screamed to herself. Paint my dark insides white with your cum!

But Percy wouldn't. He continued to tease her hot silt, rubbing precum against it but not pushing it any deeper than a painful fraction of an inch.

"Come on, do it," she whined needily.

"Do what?"

"You know what!"

"Say it."

"... Fine. Take that BIG GREEK COCK and shove it into me!" she practically screamed.

"Of course, princess," Percy said with a smirk. He slammed her waist down on her. She screamed as half of the thick log went in at once and jammed there.

"Fuck, you're tight," Percy grunted. She indeed was. There was almost no friction, the princess' genetically flawless body produced a lubricant that greased his cock like silk. But the sheer firmness of her cunt stopped it right in its tracks. Her tiny vagina opening was stretched like plaster over a Pringles can over the thickest part of his shaft.

"God I love fit chicks like you. Your fine ass bodies are tight as fuck. Don't worry, I'll make it go in," Percy said. With another grunt, he slammed down and pushed her all the way in.

"Fuck MEEEE!" Nubia screamed as his cock head slammed against the entrance to her womb. She slumped against Percy's body as his pale pink cock speared her nigh undefeatable body and struck her deepest, darkest core like it was nothing.

"You've... You've won," Nubia moaned softly into Percy's ear. She could feel the baseball bat of a cock throbbing in her womb. She knew she'd never be able to cum to anything else.

Percy slapped one of her perfectly sculpted ass cheeks, making her gasp as her cock stuffed bottom rippled around the twitching schlong that had impaled it. "Come on, slut, move."

Nubia groaned in aroused humiliation. First he turned her into a cheap whore, then he made her ride his cock. With her powerful legs she lifted herself up and pushed herself back down again once. She had to steady herself as she almost came, resting herself down on the cock that was hitting all her soft spots.

Percy growled, unsatisfied. He pushed her onto her back. With a yelp, she fell, leaving her lying on the seat with her legs spread open. Percy made her squeal by thrusting it all the way in.

He grabbed her hips and fucked her brains out in the cruiser. Hips bucking like a bronco, he mercilessly relieved himself in her unbelievably tight cunt. He hammered away at her soft, unprepared pussy with his thick pink cock, his balls slapping against her ass at increasingly short intervals as he rutted into the princess.

"No, slow down, I'm going to CCUUUUMMMMM ~!" she screamed. Her back archer, thrusting out her fabulous tits and making her eyes cross as she came.

Ruker bit her lip as she caressed Shaheed. "Just as expected of our Kyrios, even the princess doesn't stand a chance!"

Percy grunted. The hot, tight grip of her pussy was making him cum too. But be couldn't. Lola told him that the Queen was highly sensitive to the bodily changes of her daughters. She had placed spells informing her if anyone came inside of her daughters, this was to protect the lineage of the Royal Family.

But it wasn't a problem. He was looking at her beautiful breasts slide up and down her chest as he slammed into her. He pulled out.

"W... What are you -" she moaned. Percy slid his cock in between her breasts. Pressing them together to form a tight seal, he jerked his cock a few times in her perfect tit pussy and blew his load right in her face.

The fallen princess groaned as thick ropes of semen splattered onto her face. She didn't close her mouth and long lines of it were draped across her open lips, drooping down into her mouth until they broke under their own weight and splattered into her throat. He kept jerking in an orgasm that seemed to Nubia to last a whole minute, until her face was almost completely white with nasty testicle chowder.

She lay there, twitching slightly in defeat. Percy couldn't brand her, of course. She was too powerful and the Queen would know. He snapped a picture, took her panties and instructed Ruker and Shaheed to discreetly bring her back to wash up and change her clothes. Ordinarily he would enjoy making one of his victims walk in the streets stinking of his cum but he would have use of her in the future.

And just for a laugh, he took her badge too and pinned it to her panties.

He stepped out of the cruiser, the princess' white panties in one hand, and watched as the cruiser drove off. Somewhere along the trip back, she realized Percy was the bad feeling she had in her gut. The worm.

"How was work?" Zia asked, cutting a piece of her steak.

"Good, we got that guy vandalizing the Grand Terminal," Nubia said cheerfully.

Nubia chewed on a piece of broccoli. She smirked. She recognized the happy glow around Nubia. It was the happy glow of a girl who just had the hardest orgasm of her life and the guy who gave it to her was going to do it again.

Nubia had cleaned up very nicely. She was looking as beautiful as ever. The Queen never noticed anything wrong.

Zia noticed Lola's gaze lingering on her. "Do you like the food, habibi?"

Lola smiled happily. "It's amazing."

She has no idea what's going to happen to her, Lola thought happily to herself.

Whew, we're finally getting to the part where Zia gets fucked!From now on I'll be continuing this fic in a separate story, which is to say it'll be posted as a whole other story and this won't be updated anymore.Why? Two reasons. Firstly, it marks a change in personality for Percy. Percy will move from a childish horny teenager to a stern, dominating older type of person. I'll also be giving the girls more personality.Secondly, it's because the new story will actually be Egypt being conquered. This is more of Percy establishing a power base. The new story will deal with Sadie, the Seven Sphinxes, new powers and such.Thanks for reading.