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I hadn't felt this exhilerated in my entire life... Something violent and yet so familiar stirred within me. Part of me wandered if it was Set... My fathers blood finally awakening within me. Khaldun choked in my grasp and it was a wonderful feeling... The way his soft throat was being crushed so easily in my hands, the way his own hands tried futily to break my grip, his thrashing legs and tail, the tears of absolute fear streaming down his face and of course the fresh blood still flowing from his arm and back...

It would be so easy to kill him here and now... But I have to remind myself that I had agreed to punish Khaldun and as much as I wanted to end his miserable life, there was so much more he had to answer for. I push him into his bed and release my grip on his throat, which results in him gasping and coughing wildly.

"P-p-please! Somebody help!" He yells through the coughing and the sobs, "HELP ME!!! ANYBODY!"

"No one can hear you." I smile deviously before yelling at the top of my lungs, "I'M GOING TO BEAT THE PRINCE BLOODY!!" I pause for a long while to let it sink in as Khaldun starts to sob into his sheets.

"Please Sebak!" He wails as I walk over to his display of toys and begin examining them. "I-I'll give you whatever you want!"

"I'm getting what I want..." I say as I pull pharaoh's crook from its display and walk back to the wailing prince. "I'm going to make you pay for every beating... every defilement you ever forced upon Tabansi."

"No! Please, I-" I interrupt him by bringing the crook down hard over his head, "GGAAAHHHH!" He screeches as he raises his arms to protect his head, which is fine. I strike his chest with the crook next, knocking the wind out of him. His arms shoot down to cover his chest and I crack him in the head again.

Eventually he ends up curled up in a ball on his bed as I strike him over and over again. As I raise the crook one final time, I notice the faint stain of blood and I have to examine the weeping, screaming mass on the bed before I see blood trickling from beneath one of the hands he has covering his head. Damnit... I'm getting carried away. I can't beat him to death, at least not before Maat tells me to. I growl slightly in disappointment and toss the crook to the floor.

"Get up." I command as I admire my handy work.

"Pl-please..." He weeps loudly, "I can't! It all hurts..."

"GET UP!" I snarl as I grab him by the neck and jerk him up to his knees. He cries harder and shuts his eyes tightly. "This is where you are going to start learning obedience. From now on, I'm the master and you're the slave. If I want to hit you, I'm going to hit you. If I tell you to suck my cock you say 'Yes sir' and do it. And if I want to fuck that faggot ass of yours... you're just going to have to take it."

"NO!" He screams and I grab him by his head fur roughly.

"THAT WORD DOESN"T EXSIST TO YOU!" I yell into his ear, "YES... SIR..."

His body shakes as he cries but he doesn't say anything in defiance. I release his fur and start taking off my shendyt, followed by my sandels. It's only now that I relaized that I had become aroused by all this and a part of me was disgusted. I was enjoying this... just like he would've. My stomach turned, but I pushed the thought away quickly. He deserved this... and fuck it, so what if I was enjoying myself?

"Alright slave..." I say as I grab him firmly by the jaw and force him to look at me, "You're going to suck my cock... And if I don't enjoy myself, I'm going to go back to beating you. UNDERSTOOD?" His eyes are wide and terrified. His breath catches in his throat, his face stained with blood and tears. I can see him, feel him trembling.

"Yes..." He says quietly.

"Yes what slave?" I snarl as I grip his jaw tighter.

"Yes... sir..." He says as his lip quivers. I hold him there like that for a momnet.

"If you scrape a tooth on my shaft... I'm going to rip it out of that little faggot mouth of yours." I say with a growl and release his jaw.

He shakily reaches forward as soon as I release him, one hand gripping my shaft and the other cupping my balls. He starts to lean forward but hesitates for a moment as he stares at my cock and trembles. I suppose I could understand that... I was a lot bigger than he was and he wasn't used to being on the receiving end of this kind of treatment. I growl loudly to remind him just who he's dealing with and he quickly burries my cock in his muzzle. I have him so scared he trys to down all 9 inches of my cock at once and he gags slightly and pulls back. I grab the back of his head tightly and push more of myself into him and he gags some more and he struggles to push himself away.

"Oh no..." I smile at him coldly, "You wanted to take it all, so take it all like a good little bitch."

He grunts and chokes as he struggles against me; his weak, privileged arms flailing against my large, muscular frame. I start thrusting in and out of his muzzle, taking no care as to how far I push myself down his throat. He gags multiple times as I buck into him, more tears streaming down his face. Eventually, his arms stop their flailings and fall to his side. He shudders as he cries and even his gagging stops as his throat relaxes and gets used to the invasion.

"See... was that... so hard slave?" I ask panting as I smack the back of his head, he groans and his shoulders tense when I strike him.

He slowly relaxes again. His whole body is limp, looks like Khaldun has given in... He was a lot easier to break than I thought he'd be, which was a real pity. He turned out to be a lot like a snake, once his venom was taken away, he was completely harmless and a lot less intimidating then he used to be. I'd have to get creative if I wanted to get a rise out of him.

The real question for me was how to proceed. There were so many things I had come up with... so many ways to punish him and make him suffer for everything that he'd done to Tabansi over the years. I kind of like how he looked right now... a beaten, broken prince with his slaves cock hanging out of his mouth. Yes, I very much prefer the idea of my cousin like this than sitting on a throne, dribbling wine all over himself and abusing his slaves. Might as well...

I grab either side of his head and begin thrusting myself harder and faster down his windpipe. He gags and grabs my hips defiantly, trying to push away and catch his breath. I ignore it and keep going, panting harder. The minutes drag on until I finally feel myself building up, gods I was so close. Finally I grunt and bend over him slightly as I start to cum. I feel Khaldun's whole body tense as he feels the first warm, salty spurts of cum hit his tongue and he groans loudly and tries to jerk away. I growl loudly and hold him in place as he struggles against my strong hands, rope after rope coating his throat.

Eventually I start laughing and release his head and he pulls away choking and coughing as he wipes his mouth and snivels. I can see why Khaldun liked this, there was an intoxication to all of this... not that I would ever share this with anyone but him. He's the only person I think I could ever get excited about defiling in such a manner. My cock twitches and I look down at myself and see cum dripping to the palace floor, which gives me another idea.

"Slave." I say in a stern voice as I look at Khaldun, "You missed a few drops."

Khaldun's eyes dart over to me and he stares. His eyes are so full of fear... I only recall seeing that expression one other time and it wasn't from him. My complacency wears off quickly as I remember those eyes staring at me from that poor little cheetah and anger fills me. I growl and grab him by his head fur again, dragging him off the bed and into the floor. I force him all the way to the palace floor, grinding his face into the hard stone.

"A GOOD BITCH WOULDN"T HAVE SPILLED A SINGLE DROP OF HIS MASTER"S CUM!" I yell as he cries out in pain and tries to free my hand.

"I-I'm s-s-sorry!!!" He snorts as he whines, "Please! I-I-I'll never do it a-again!"

"Lick it up." I command as I release his head fur and stand.

"S-sir?" He stutters as he stares at the drops on the floor.

"LICK IT UP NOW!!!" I yell as I kick him in the ribs as hard as I can.

He doubles over and rolls in pain, yelling out. I snort and stifle a laugh before doing it again, resulting in a similar reaction. I roll him on his back completely as he cries and wraps his arms around himself. My foot paw comes down on his throat and I push down with considerable weight as he chokes and those hands quickly move to my paw, trying to move it. His legs kick and his eyes are wide and bloodshot as tears gently roll down his face. He attempts to say something but it is very strained.

"What's that bitch?" I ask mockingly, "Got something to say?"

"... Do it... Sir..." He manages to spurt out and I relieve some of the pressure on his throat. "I'll do it... I'LL DO IT!"

I take my paw off of him and he scrambles to his hands and knees, crying all the while. I watch carefully as his muzzle inches closer to the floor. His tongue lulls out of his mouth and he laps my cum off the palace floor. He continues until there is nothing left and moves slightly so I may inspect and make sure he did as he was told.

"I hope for your sake I never have to repeat myself again." I say with a snort as I look down at him. "Now go get the cat o' nine tails off the floor."

His head snaps up and he looks at me with those wide, scared eyes that I'm starting to love. He drops his head back down and slowly crawls towards the foot of the bed where I had let it fall earlier. He picks it up and slowly gets to his feet, taking a few small steps he stops just in front of me and holds it out in front of him as he stares at it with a quivering lip.

"No no..." I say as I sit on his bed, "I want you to use it on yourself. Just like you made poor Tabansi do."

He looks up at me then and once again back down at the cat o' nine tails. I watched him as a toothy grin crept across my muzzle. A jackals smile... something everyone in this family understood all too well. I relished the thought of Khaldun blooding his own back at my command, yelling at him to do it harder and harder. Movement catches my eye and I snap back to reality, prepared to enjoy the show. However, I am caught by surprise as the whip is turned on me and the lashes crack across my face, at least one cutting through my skin. I cover the wound with one hand and growl as I look back to see Khaldun running for the door.

Sheer rage fills me as I spring off of the bed and bolt towards him. He's slow, but the little fuck had caught me off guard so he makes it to the door as I rush in behind him. Even gets so far as to pull the door open slightly, but not nearly enough. My strong arms shove him forward into his only means of escape, and the palace seems to shake as the door slams shut.

"NNOOOOOO!!!!" He Screeches with renewed vigor, so close to his potential escape, "PLEASE SOMEBODY HEEEELP!"

"I ALREADY TOLD YOU!!!" I snarl wildly as I spin him around and my claws dig in to his shoulders, "THERE IS NO ONE IN THIS FUCKING WORLD THAT IS COMING TO HELP THE LIKES OF YOU!"

His arms flail as he screams and his weak fists hit my chest, one fist even hits me in the nose, which surprises me a little, though it didn't really hurt. I decide to return the favor in kind and deliver a swift upper cut into his gut which knocks the wind out of him and he falls to his knees gasping for air and crying. He was stronger than I had given him credit for, playing along to make things easier on himself and took advantage of the oppurtunity when he noticed the first signs of my relaxing. Fine, clearly he won't stop until there is nothing left to take from him...

I grab him by the fur of his head roughly and drag him to the bed, all the while he kicks and screams, his hands trying to free my grip. I pull him up on his feet by his fur as we get closer to the bed and he screeches louder and tries to pull free from my grip. I actually have to redjust and grab him by the scruff of his neck, which results in a wonderfully painful yelp from Khaldun. I push him into the bed and get on top of him as he wails and struggles to cover his rear. I release the back of his neck and grab his arms, forcing them above his head and pinning him easily with one hand while the other lines myself up with his clenching ass.

"I'm going to fuck you raw you pathetic little fag!" I snarl and laugh as I grip his wrists tighter. "Sorry, perhaps I should give you a little more respect. I'm going to fuck you raw... cousin..."

It's not like the secret mattered anymore. While I am punishing Khaldun, Maat should've poisoned Pharoah and Ahkenanpu and they were more than likely well on their way to the afterlife. As the words pass my lips the cowering prince nearly freezes and slowly turns his head, his eyes wide.

"Wh-what?" He asks with tears still streaming down his face.

"Seb was my father, but my mother was Anharra... She was the sister of Anubis." I say with a snort, "But you royals like this kind of shit don't you? Bet you've dreamed about something like this...Haven't you, you sick little fuck. So let me oblige you."

"No... NOOOOOOO!!!!" Khaldun cries out in pain as I start to push my cock inside him forcefully. His tender, virgin tailhole so tight around my tip that it sends shivers down my spine. I would've slammed the rest of my length inside of him right then and there... had we not been interrupted.

"YOUR HIGHNESS!" The voice that calls out is all too familiar, a voice I've heard countless times. A voice that soothes the beast inside of me.

I freeze in place for a moment and I slowly look up to see my fears confirmed. I see Tabansi standing in the open door way, wine in hand. He stares wide eyed for a moment as he takes in the sight, then he realizes that it's me on top of Khaldun.

"Gods..." He gasps as he drops the bottle which shatters as it hits the floor, "Wh- what...?"

"Ta-Tabansi... HELP ME!!!" Khaldun wails beneath me as he renews his struggle, "PLEASE HELP ME!!!"

"Get out of here..." I say as I drop my head feeling ashamed. Tabansi was shaking and he almost looked sick. "Get out of here, you don't need to see this." Khaldun continues to plead for Tabansi to help him, which pisses me off and I use my other hand to force his face into the folds of his bed. Khaldun tries to yell more, but it is greatly muffled and I tune him out.

Tabansi turns quickly and grips the open door with both hands and he just stands there. Damnit... What have I done? I've let my quest for revenge and vendication turn me in to one of them. And that's exactly how I looked right now, I'm sure of it... I looked just like one of them, just like my cousin... Tabansi doesn't leave, but he slowly shuts the door in front of him. His head drops down and he rests both of his hands on the door and stands there for what seems like an eternity.

My resolve is breaking and my hold on Khaldun loosens some allowing his head to wriggle free and he sobs wildly and begs Tabansi for help. At that, Tabansi slowly raises his head and turns around but his expression is unrecognizable. He slowly walks over to Khalduns' desk where there was some wine left from earlier and he pours himself a glass. He then grabs the back of the chair and noisely drags it across the floor until it is at the foot of the bed, facing myself and Khaldun. He looks down at Khaldun, who continues to plead in a hoarse, sobbing whisper. But Tabansi's face turns to cold steel and shifts his gaze to me as he sits, crossing his legs and taking a delicate sip of wine...

"I believe you have something to finish Sebak." Tabansi says as his eyes burn into me, seething with a need for violence and bloody intent. "By all means my love... Continue..."