Forever Again Ch. 01

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A young woman begins her journey into forbidden pleasures.
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Part 1 of the 9 part series

Updated 06/08/2023
Created 03/13/2014
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Author's Note: This story is a work of fiction depicting graphic lesbian sex, female masturbation, mind control and vampirism. If these topics do not interest you or are prohibited in your area please back out now.

This is a story that I first started back in 2006 or so. It has been languishing on a hard drive for years as I occasionally picked away at it when the mood struck me. Eventually the mood struck hard and I finally got the motivation to finish the whole work. It's almost novel length so it will be released in multiple chapters.

This story crosses several different genres: lesbian sex, mind control and non-human (vampirism), although this last one is very mild. In the end I decided mind control was probably the best fit as it's the dominant theme throughout all the chapters. Others readers may have a different opinion but I had to pick one.

Those that have read my other works will know that I tend to have some story behind the sex so if you're looking for a quickie this may not be the place for you.

As a final note, some liberties have been taken with historical events. This is a story, not a text book.

If everything I've said up to now hasn't scared you off then I hope you'll enjoy my words.

~CD

Prologue - The Last Pharaoh

Alexandria, Egypt 30 BC

She stood by the window and looked out over the sprawling city stretching out below her. It was an oddly magnificent yet distressingly disorderly place of towering temples intermingled with shabby mud huts, finely dressed nobles stepping over filthy beggars in the streets, the delightful scents of food and exotic spices in the market intermingled with stench of sweat and garbage everywhere. She both loved and detested it.

Her eyes once again turned to the brilliant sun far overhead and she silently cursed the searing pain she now felt in her skin at its merest touch. The pain had been minimal at first, barely more than that of a mild sunburn. It had grown slowly at first, almost imperceptibly or several weeks... maybe even months but it was now growing noticeably worse with every passing day. Within a few more days, maybe a week at most, she wouldn't be able to bear it anymore at all.

Backing away from the window and pulling the curtains closed she smiled to herself knowing what that meant. Her transformation was almost complete. She could feel the immense increase of the power in her movements and the expanding of her senses more every day. Walking over to the far wall she pulled back a large tapestry that hung along the wall. Behind it was a magnificent mirror with an ornate golden frame. She studied her image in the reflection and noted how much it had faded since just yesterday. She could now clearly see the far side of the room through her reflection. It was as if a spirit stood in her place. She smirked as she realized that in truth she actually was now closer to the spirit world that to the world or mortals. Looking closer she noted that even the color of her eyes, once light brown, was now fading to a colorless grey. Yes, she thought, the transformation was almost complete.

It had now been almost a year since that fateful day, almost a year since her bargain was struck. The cost had been high, almost unbearably high, but it was simply a cost that had to be borne.

Pulling the tapestry back down over the mirror she turned to the image of the Goddess Isis on the far wall. Taking two steps forward she spoke to the image, "You price was indeed high my Mistress. I now fear that even though I paid your price I still may not be able to escape this place. It would seem that time has indeed caught up with me, even though I sought to defeat it."

She turned and walked to the window again and pulled the curtain back just enough to peek out. In the distance she could see the docks and the sea beyond. The pall of smoke was long gone but she could still see the blackened stains of the dockyard where Consular Octavian's Legions had burned her ships after the Roman navy had cornered her here following her retreat from the Battle of Actium. She sighed heavily knowing already that the generals were saying it had been her 'womanly frailties' that had cost her navy so dearly. That a woman simply couldn't handle the stresses of battle and that had been why she had retreated so early in the battle.

The truth, a truth only she, her two handmaiden's and one other knew, was that she could no longer bear the pain of the brilliant sun on her flesh.

It was about the time of the battle that her powers had begun to become fully manifest and when she had set out for battle that day she hadn't considered the limitations of her new condition. The brilliant reflection of the sun off the water had been more excruciating than anything she had ever imagined. She had remained with the battle as long as she could stand the pain but eventually it overwhelmed her sense of reason. Thinking back she obviously should have sought refuge below decks but at the time she believed that being seen standing tall and confident on deck, controlling the battle was more important than her own comfort. It had been a poor decision of course, she could see clearly in hindsight. The sun had seared her skin till the pain finally broke through her reason and, she now suspected, had driven her temporarily mad. Out of desperation she had ordered her ships to retreat, leaving Marcus Antonius to fight the battle on his own.

Without her ships the battle had quickly become a rout and Marcus was defeated. He retreated to regroup but was again defeated a few weeks later when his Legions deserted him for Octavian.

She smirked to herself as she thought of Marcus. He had been a fool, but a useful fool.

But now Marcus was dead by his own hand and she was a prisoner of Octavian. A prisoner in her own Palace, but a prisoner all the same. Roman legions patrolled her city and Roman soldiers stood outside her door. The city of Alexandria had become a city of the Roman Empire and she, Cleopatra, last of the Queens of Egypt, the Last Pharaoh, was its captive.

Octavian had sent another message that she had received this morning. He spoke of great honor, the glories or Rome, her dedication to her people and also of her unending beauty, but she had no trouble seeing through it all. Octavian had only one concern and that was Octavian. He was of course after her wealth to pay his armies, but in reality he already had that. Her armies were gone and Roman soldiers occupied her city. What he now wanted was her personally. A trophy to parade down the streets of Rome in a Triumph. A very visible example of his 'Glorious Victory' over her and the traitor Marcus. So far he was being civil, wanting her to submit to Roman rule, his rule, willingly but she knew that would change soon enough. Octavian was notable for many things but patience was not one of them. If she did not acquiesce soon he would force his will upon her.

There was certainly no love lost between Octavian and herself despite her relationship with Octavian's uncle, Caesar. That bridge had been crossed and burned when she had put her own son, Caesarion, forward to be Caesar's true heir over Octavian.

In his letter Octavian also promised that her son, the only true heir of Julius Cesar, would be allowed to remain in Egypt and to rule as Pharaoh.

With trepidation and with a great internal struggle, she had finally resigned herself to the fact that Caerarian's fate, indeed the fate of all her children, was no longer within her control. Caesarian would be allowed to rule for a time she thought in order to ease the transition to Roman rule. After that, his fate would be in his own hands. His success or failure would be up to him. That was of course assuming that he would submit to Roman rule at all. Caesarian was a proud, strong and haughty young man as was befitting his station. Now however, that might all work against him if he chose to resist the might of Rome. In her heart she feared what he might do but again told herself it was out of her hands. He would have to create his own destiny now.

She could not, would not, allow herself to be used by Octavian or anyone else.

She sat for a long time in the gloom and considered her plan. It would work she knew, or at least hoped, but at what price? She would have to give up everything, her station, her empire, even her name. But what other choice was left to her? To live as a prisoner of Rome? Even that was no longer really an option. Her transformation was now nearly complete and there was no way she would be able to keep her secret as a prisoner, paraded through the streets of Rome in broad daylight for the mob to jeer at as a display of Octavian's prowess. The sun would surely kill her.

No, she had to leave and it had to be tonight.

Her mind made up, she walked to the door and pulled it open. The ever present Roman 'Honor Guard' was standing there, two men one to each side of the door. Both of the dirty, sweaty soldiers turned to her.

"Does the Lady require something?" He said in a crude, colloquial dialect.

"Send my handmaidens to me." She said brusquely, silently thanking Isis that the Romans in their arrogance assumed her handmaidens to be little more than mere slaves and thus gave them free reign of the palace.

The soldier leered at her cleavage for a long moment, an offense that would have cost him his life had she still been in power, before he bowed and sent a runner off to collect them as she closed the door.

A few minutes later the door opened and two beautiful young women walked in. They both were tall and slender with long dark hair and darker eyes. They were dressed in identical flowing white gowns with turquoise sashes about their waists.

"Yes my Mistress?" They both said in unison.

"Are the preparation ready?"

"Yes." Again speaking as one.

"Good." Cleopatra turned to one of them, "Charmion, I want you to bring the woman to me to tonight just after the sun sets. It is only a few hours away so you had best go now." She turned to the other, "Iras, you stay with me and help me prepare."

"Of course Mistress." Both moving quickly to fulfill her wishes.

A few hours later, just after the sun had passed under the horizon the door to the chamber swung silently open and Charmion walked in leading a figure dressed as a palace servant, a heavy cowl covering the head and obscuring the face in shadow.

"Did the guards give you any trouble?" Cleopatra asked a bit anxiously.

"No Mistress, they were asleep from the drugged wine." The handmaiden said with a bow of her head.

"Good." She turned to the robed figure. "Now let's see what you have brought me."

Charmion nodded and pulled back the hood shadowing the face.

Cleopatra gasped. Standing before her was a woman who might well have been her twin or at the very least a sister. She took a step forward, eyes wide. "Remarkable." She murmured.

"We searched the entire city and countryside for days until we found this woman, my Mistress. We believe she best embodies your great beauty of face, if not your beauty of spirit as well."

"Where did you find her?"

"In prison my Queen."

Cleopatra raised one eyebrow at that revelation. Intrigued, she turned to the woman, "What is your name child?"

"Lapis." Said the woman warily. Her hands were trembling and she was clearly nervous about where she was and whom she was speaking to.

"And did my handmaiden tell you why you were to come here?"

"To... to aid my Queen." She glanced to the handmaidens nervously, "They also said my... my crimes would be forgiven if I did what I was told." Her voice quavered with her anxiety.

"True enough. In fact, you are going to save your Queen's life my child. You should be honored."

The woman's eyes darted between Cleopatra, her handmaidens and the sumptuous furnishings in the room. "Save? I... I am my Queen?"

"Yes." She looked the woman over for another long moment before turning to her handmaidens, "What was her crime?"

"Murder and theft, my Queen. She poisoned a traveling merchant and took his goods, conspiring with her partner in selling them. He was also arrested and has already been executed."

Cleopatra looked at the woman before her in a new light, noting that she didn't seem the least bit troubled by the information that her partner had already been executed. This may be a commoner but she was hardly an innocent peasant. A smile curled the corners of her full lips as she modified her plans. This made things decidedly simpler. She gestured with her hand, "Come, let my handmaidens prepare you."

At her words, Iras and Charmion took the woman's hands and guided her out a side door that led to Cleopatra's private bathing area.

A short while later they led the woman back in and the effect was even more striking. The criminal, Lapis, was wearing a flowing white gown similar to Cleopatra's with gold trim and a wide bejeweled belt at her waist. About her wrists were heavy gold bracers that matched the fine golden circlet on her head. At the front of the circlet was the image of the Egyptian Cobra, symbol of the Goddess Isis. Cleopatra felt as if she was gazing into a mirror. The woman looked almost exactly like her.

No, not exactly, Cleopatra thought as she looked more closely. Lapis was perhaps a half a hand shorter than her and a little less womanly with smaller breasts and slimmer hips. Now that she was clean, it was also apparent that the woman was likely at least a few years younger than Cleopatra but her skin was a bit darker and more weathered from a lifetime spent doing manual labor or perhaps on the streets, but the indications were not that easy to spot unless looked for. Her hair was also a bit shorter and lighter but even with the differences the total effect was nothing short of amazing. No one would even be able to tell the difference unless they stood side by side and after tonight that would be an impossibility.

The comparison of how similar they looked when the peasant convict was cleaned and dressed in Royal finery gave Cleopatra momentary pause. For an instant she was forced to consider just what her life could have been like if she had been born in other circumstances, if she had been born a simple peasant, not a criminal, but perhaps a simple farmer's daughter. Living in a one room shack, toiling away in the fields by day or tending a sweltering kitchen. Married off to another illiterate farmer's son at perhaps twelve or thirteen years of age. With child by the time she was fourteen, trying to raise children and keep a house together, cooking, cleaning, and serving her husband...

With an effort she shook the thought away. She was not a simple farmer's daughter and she would not allow herself to even consider that line of thought anymore. She was Queen, the Last Pharaoh and daughter of Isis, a Goddess on earth. She was destined for eternity; her destiny was written in the stars and the beginning of that eternity was here and now.

She forced as smile, "You look as stunning as I."

"I have never worn such marvelous things, I do not know to carry myself dressed as a Queen." Said the woman, her nervousness had faded some to be replaced with a wide eyed wonder. Cleopatra had to suppress a grin as she noticed that in addition to the wonder at her surroundings there was also growing spark of greed showing in the criminal's eyes. She had seen riches greater than she had ever dreamed and she wanted them.

"Come," Cleopatra held out her hand to the woman, "I will show you all you need to know."

Lapis took her hand and was lead over to the low, gilded bed bedecked with ornate tooling and hanging sashes. Cleopatra bade her to sit on the edge with her and then spoke, looking directly into the woman's eyes. "There is only one thing I need from you my child, and you do not need to worry yourself for it is a simple, trivial thing." She brushed her hand along the woman's cheek and gazed deeper into her dark eyes.

Lapis stared back, her expression going slowly blank as she lost herself to the Queen's hypnotic gaze.

Cleopatra smiled to herself reveling in the power she now held over simple mortal beings. She leaned in closer to the now helpless woman and whispered in her ear, the enchanted words flowed thick and hot, sliding deep into the woman's mind. "For the only thing I need from you is your body." She kissed the woman on the nape of her neck gently as she pulled her unresisting form closer to her.

The two handmaidens came to her sides and laid the helpless convict back onto the bed then lay down on either side, ready to service their mistress in whatever way she desired.

Cleopatra slid the loose gown down off Lapis' shoulder and trailed wet, sucking kisses down her smooth, freshly cleaned skin. The entranced woman finally started showing some reaction with a low, soft moan that escaped her lips.

"Yesss... your body is already mine, my child." Another kiss then her lips found Lapis' firm, dark nipple and sucked it into her mouth.

Lapis gave another, louder moan this time and her head rolled to one side.

Cleopatra sat up a little and replaced her mouth with her fingers on the woman's nipple. A firm twist drove a gasp of pleasure from the woman. Her hand moved again trailing down lower in slow, circling movements. She slid it over the woman's smooth stomach and under the fine white gown.

A sigh of pleasure came from Cleopatra's own lips as she felt Charmion's hands start to stroke her back, the young woman's strong, expert fingers touching all the right spots on her spine as they worked into her muscles.

Finally Cleopatra's hand found its way to the small tuft of fur between Lapis' legs and with practiced ease she slid one finger inside the woman's wet sex. Lapis reacted with a loud moan of pleasure as her head lolled from side to side. "My Queen..." she gasped between moans.

With a glance Cleopatra indicated to Iras what she wanted and the handmaiden eagerly obeyed. The dark haired young woman lowered her head and wrapped her lips about their captive's nipple and sucked on it in long hard pulls.

Lapis moaned all the louder and her body started to writhe. Sweat was beading on the woman's brow and her eyes were rolling in her head. Cleopatra smiled knowing that the woman had probably never experienced anything as delightful as what was happening to her now.

Cleopatra moved her face closer to Iras and kissed first her cheek then moved down to share Lapis' breast with her. She let out her own moan as she felt Charmion's expert fingers working their way around her waist under her loose robes and ever nearer to her center. She nuzzled the side to Iras's face and the girl stopped suckling so they could share a kiss, long and wet, their tongues danced while Lapis continued to moan under them.

Charmion's fingers had found Cleopatra's sex and the girl expertly slid two fingers deep into her Queen, working them in a slow, torturous rhythm that was fueling the fire in her core.

She continued to pleasure Lapis with her fingers and lips for several more long minutes as she allowed Charmion to drive her ever higher. Normally when Cleopatra made love it would go on four hours, sometimes even days. Her handmaidens were especially skilled at keeping women on the edge of climax for exquisitely long periods of time. Many was the time when Cleopatra thought she would almost go mad with the intensity of the release when her handmaidens finally allowed her to go over the edge. She longed for that level of bliss tonight but she knew in the back of her mind that she was running out of time.

She allowed herself to build towards release quickly, not holding back at all. Within a few minutes she felt the moment or release was fast approaching. She mentally prepared herself for the end. The need was building insider her now at a terrifying rate and she felt herself changing with the growing power. She hissed in anticipation. "It... is... time." She managed to get out between her own moans.