Sacred number 12

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The number twelve is symbolic of the creation of the universe as it represents the division or fractionating of unity (God) into twelve individual distinct vibrations or tones. This is most readily seen in music. If you take a string instrument, much in the same manor that Ptythagorus did with the monocord, you will find that there are exactly 12 notes or tones before the series repeats. All repeats or octaves are related to the original note or vibration by powers of 2. That is to say that if you take a note and double it’s vibration frequency or cut it in half you will manifest exactly the same note in a higher or lower octave respectively. The notes have been named: a, a-sharp, b, c, c-sharp, d, d-sharp, e, f, f-sharp, g, g-sharp in chromatic fashion. If I was trying to teach music, I would have included flats instead of making the notes all sharps but this is not important as the vibration or tone is the same. For example, c-flat is the same sound or note as b. Now that we know that there are twelve and only twelve notes we can start to see or imagine the process of creation as a fundamental division from unity into 12 unique qualities. These fundamental qualities can also vibrate at faster or slower frequencies through the powers of 2 or duality. This is similar in concept to water existing as a gas, liquid, or solid based upon temperature. “In the beginning, when God created the heavens and the earth, the earth was a formless wasteland”.  First, God said “Let there be light” and this created (1) “day” & (2) “night”. Then God created the (3) earth and the (4) Sea. (5) Let the earth bring forth vegetation, (6) Lights in the sky for signs and seasons. (7) Then he creates two great lights, the greater to govern the day, (8) the lesser to govern the night. (9) Let the water teem with an abundance of living creatures. (10) Birds in the sky. (11) Let the earth bring forth-living creatures. (12) Let us make man in our own image, after our likeness. God created man in his image; in the divine image he created him; male and female he created them. In the book of Genesis, we learn that all the fundamentals of creation form as they become defined out of the formless abyss of totality. We learn that definitions are only possible from the division into polar opposites. For example, how can you define light without darkness, good without evil, male without female, water without earth, sound without silence, hot without cold, etc.? Therefore, creation is made possible by dividing (powers of 2) a fundamental into two diametrically opposed qualities that allows for the comprehension of both through the existence of its opposite even though they sprang forth from the same source. If we take white light as a model of creation, we can see that colors result from dividing the white light representing unity into multiple colors by shining it through a prism. This process divides the white light into three main colors symbolic of the trinity of Father, Son, Holy Spirit or Red, Blue and Green. Black is the absence of light or color, in other words, white light is completely absorbed by the darkness and no colors are reflected back. From the three colors red, blue and green, all other color sensations can be made. So in this simple example of white light, we can see how unity was divided into individual unique qualities. Because white light can not exist without it’s opposite (darkness) black, we have the first duality or polar opposite from a common undefined source. Red, Blue and Green light are created when they are divided out from the unity or oneness they experience together as white light. The speed of light is considered as one of the universal constants. It moves about 299,792.5 kilometers per second, or 186,282.4 miles per second. However, if you use nautical miles, which equal 1-minute of latitude at the earth’s equator. The speed of light travels 161,803.4 nautical miles per second, which is equal to the Golden ratio Phi or 1.618034. This ratio occurs in all types of life forms and growth processes. Mathematically, Phi is the division of something into two unequal parts, in such a way that the lesser is to the greater as the greater is to the whole. An interesting Biblical relationship to Phi is the number of the Beast 666. First, let’s calculate phi. Phi is equal to the square root of 5 (diagonal of a one by two rectangle), which is equal to 2.2360679775. Next we add 1 which increases the number to 3.2360679775. The next step is to divide by 2, which equals 1.61803398875. If we divide Phi by two again (the musical octave) we get 0.8090169943749. Now here is where it gets interesting. If you take the sine of 666, you get negative -0.8090169943749 and multiplying this by 2 (musical octave) equals –1.61803398875! For anyone that needs a little refresher course, the sine function gives the ratio of the opposite side of a given angle in a right triangle to the hypotenuse. Also remember that Phi is calculated from the hypotenuse of a 1 by 2 rectangle. From this mathematical exercise, it appears that the Beast is the exact opposite process of Phi, where Phi represents growth, light and life and negative Phi represents decay, darkness and death.

Getting back to the number 12, 144 equals the square of 12, i.e. 12 x 12. We know that there are 24 hours in a day, which is divided into 12 hours of day and 12 hours of night. There are 60-minutes in an hour and 60 times 24 = 1440 (The 12 tribes of Israel is 144,000). Twenty-four equals two times twelve, which is the musical octave of 12 and is represented in the 24 elders, seated around the throne of God. The apparent declination of the sun is zero at the Vernal and Autumnal equinoxes and reaches it’s maximum declination on the summer solstice at +24-degrees. The minimum declination is reached on the winter solstice at negative 24-degrees.

a story ialu, a slave becomes priest

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Within the palace of The Living Goddess Yanara hundreds of slaves were housed. They
were split into three general groups; golden, silver and copper slaves. They arrived at this, the final point in their lives through two different ways: Firstly born or conquest of war slaves. Being a tremendously wealthy young Lady, The Goddess Yanara has been waited upon all Her days by bought chattel. It is true to say She has never lifted a finger to perform a menial task in Her life. Secondly, there are the freeborn who willingly offer themselves as property of Her Deity. Some of these men and women were also of great wealth, yet on seeing Her Majesty they beg to surrender all their wealth and freedom to be enslaved by Her.
Ultimately there is no salient difference between the two sets. Whether by force or their own will, all slaves worship Goddess Yanara. There has never been an attempt to escape; each and every slave of The Divine Queen is overjoyed to be such. Punishment can be harsh, yet each slave will gladly endure a heavy whipping if it knows The Queen will be amused by it. Even death is willingly endured if it adds to ceremony for the beautiful Yanara. The only true punishment felt is that of disappointing Her Majesty in any way. Banishment from the palace is rare, but so harsh that slaves with no hope of return will normally take their own lives.
There is opportunity for slaves to be promoted up to the position of Golden slaves, However Many of the lowest copper slaves, are so elated at their positions they have no aspiration to proceed. A footstool for example, is so overwhelmed at the joy of supporting Her Regal feet; he cannot imagine a better existence. Her present footstool spends up to eight hours a day kneeling in front of Her Throne and though his body aches tremendously he wouldn’t swap his life with the richest man in the land. In fact, up until a few months ago he was one of the richest men in the land before being accepted as a slave to Goddess Yanara.
At this very moment he kneels six yards to the side of Her Throne. The throne room is quite full, with Priestesses, Priests, maidens and slaves. They all wait in silence as The Queen is at Her bath. None of them have seen Her yet today so the expectation is very high. Will She be as beautiful as yesterday? Could She be even more so? No, it would be impossible!
The silence is broken by a slave girl sneezing. All eyes turn to her, a Priestess nods to two guards to drag her away. Though she will receive little punishment a week in the Royal Dungeon will do her good. Had she sneezed in the presence of Her Majesty, punishment would have been wreaked upon her even to the point of death. None of the other slaves felt any sympathy for her whatsoever. The only person who mattered to any of them was The Goddess Yanara.
At this very moment The Icon of Icons Herself was being massaged in rich oils by two of her hand maidens. The massage area was next door to where She had just been bathed in milk. Two dozen male slaves grafted to clear this area as quick as possible. Even working at full speed with an overseers whip to encourage them, the task would take two hours.
Lying prone on Her massage couch, The Queen gave no thought to such activities. Why should She, these men had been placed on earth to toil away for Her, She gave them no concern whatsoever. She had little concern for the girls rubbing oil into Her back, but She did enjoy their ministrations. It was quite a nerve racking task for the slaves but such an overwhelming joy to feel they were pleasing their Mistress. Also, they could not ignore the incredible softness of Her Majesty’s skin, in comparison silk felt almost rough.
Yanara sighed contentedly as Her slaves ran their hands over Her voluptuous frame. Kneeling in front of Her was a slave boy who held a golden tray adorned with grapes. Idly She picked at the offered fruit, ignorant of the boy’s hunger. On the days he was permitted to serve his owner in this way he was not allowed food for himself. Nor was he granted the honour of raising his eyes to The Queen’s face. Otherwise he could have witnessed her crushing a juicy grape between her impeccable teeth with the same ease She could have had him crushed by snapping Her fingers at a guard.
Leisurely The Goddess turned onto Her back; the girls began to massage a leg each. And what lovely legs they were. Though She was only five foot four the Queen had long shapely legs, toned to perfection by daily massage.
Slowly the slaves worked their way up the divine body of their Mistress until they arrived at Her magnificent breasts. They were particularly nervous whilst oiling and manipulating these finest of  orbs. Queen Yanara smiled gaily at both the physical sensation and the fear in the eyes of Her property. She was not cruel, but She did enjoy the feeling of absolute power over these creatures.
In time She had had enough and dismissed the girls with a lazy wave of Her Imperious hand. She rose and walked naked into Her make up room. Following Her were six floor slaves, grovelling on their bellies in order to kiss, lick and worship Her Royal footprints. As She passed through the connecting corridor She noticed a slave bearing a flaming torch. This slave would stand here motionless for twelve hours at a time; it was his purpose in life. Although his head was bowed very low The Queen notices he is quite a handsome creature and idly touches his chest as She walks past. This simple motion causes the creature to tremble and shake; it has made his life worth living.
Once in the room of make up Yanara reclines on a huge leather chair as hand maidens carefully manicure Her hands and pedicure Her feet. Whilst this continues, Priestesses display gowns for Her eminence to choose from. Eight gowns are shown, all spun with the finest silks from the four corners of the world. The combined cost could have fed the starving of Egypt for a year. However nobody, including the starving, would disagree it was more important that The Queen has a luxurious selection of clothes than the people eat.
In time Yanara chooses a red and gold gown and the others are returned to Her wardrobe. Eight more Priestesses now display a wig each for their Ruler to choose from. These have been obtained when The Queen has been on Her travels both home and abroad. Should She spot a girl with particularly attractive hair, She informs an attending Priestess. The Priestess then informs the Royal guard who seize the girl in question and scalp her. Some of these girls die, others survive, badly marked. The survivors though, in time, come to feel very proud that their hair has been chosen to adorn Her Majesty.
Goddess Yanara finally points a manicured finger at Her preference and it is put to one side. Her fingers are now decorated with rings crafted from the rarest jewels. These are gifts from all the main leaders of the world. Each and every one of them an ardent admirer. The last ring however is the Royal sovereign. An imprint of this ring was required on any papers submitted for Royal decree.
Finally Her facial make up is applied, though it could be strongly argued that She doesn’t require any. However, Her luscious lips are reddened further whilst shadow and mascara frame the most piercing blue eyes known to mankind.
Yanara is now helped into Her chosen gown, Her wig is placed carefully upon Her noble head and shoes are gently slipped onto Her lovely feet. She is now ready to attend court at Her throne room and regally walks that way with attendants to Her sides and floor slaves grovelling behind.

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As She enters Her throne room nine Baroque trumpets are sounded to herald Her arrival at court. All present drop to their knees and abase themselves kow-tow style. The Head Priestess Hakariar welcomes her with her well used verse for all to hear:

‘Welcome Goddess Yanara,
Queen of Egypt
Daughter of Isis
Divine Ruler of our minds
Our bodies
Our hearts
And our souls.
We surrender any independent thoughts
Any rights
Any freedom unto You Your Majesty!’

Goddess Yanara then took Her place on Her Throne and raised Her little finger towards the High Priestess, who spoke once more, ‘Those permitted to stand in the presence of our Divine Goddess may do so!’ The Priests, Priestesses, concubines and some of the higher ranked slaves stood to attention. The lower order of slaves remained in their rightful position on their knees.
The Royal footstool stealthily crawled to position in front of the throne. Without bothering to look at him, Goddess Yanara rested Her Imperial feet on his back. Two slaves began to waft huge ostrich feather fans to keep their Mistress cool during proceedings.
And so began the business of the day. First item being The Queen’s decree for execution of punishments. The Head Priest, Mallaha, reads out the charges against citizens already found guilty. He then states the recommended sentence and offers the relevant paper for Yanara to stamp Her approval with Her sovereign ring.
Of course She had the power to overrule any recommendation but very rarely bothered. In truth She found this procedure quite boring, as despite being a very worthy Queen and Goddess She was still a young woman who preferred gaiety and entertainment.
However duty was duty and so She half listens as Mallaha reads out a list of miscreants who were present at the back of the court. He then states the crime for which they have been convicted and the recommended sentence.
Today there was one murderer, three slayers of animals not belonging to them, countless thieves and a blasphemer.
As each punishment is read out the Priest offers up the paper for The Queen to mark the wax with Her Royal Decree.
The murderer; death by beheading.
Slayers of animals; sentenced to the Royal mines.
The thefts varied in sentence. Petty pilfering amongst the poor merited a lashing, ranging from twenty to fifty strokes. Each time Goddess Yanara casually presses Her ring to the offered paper.
Then there were thefts against the wealthy of Egypt. Harsher sentences were awarded. The Royal mines were favourite but one hundred lashes of the whip also figured. The Queen was becoming bored and she suppressed a yawn as she condemned a peasant to death by fire for stealing meat from a merchant.
Finally came the case of blaspheme. Mallaha skips through the outline of the case and pronounces the proposed sentence to be death by beheading.
‘Wait a moment,’ commanded The Queen leading the entire court to wait with baited breath. ‘Give me more detail as to the crime in question.’
‘Goddess, Your Royal Majesty,’ began the Priest, ‘the insolent dog on his knees at the back of the court.’
‘Go on,’ replied The Queen stroking her upper lip with her tongue.
‘He was overheard to say, “I accept Her as my Queen but not as my Goddess”’.
There were gasps from many in the court. Yanara smiled, even tittered a little, ‘and you deemed that this creature should have a quick and simple death?’
‘Your M-Majesty,’ stuttered the Priest, ‘I was merely head of counsel.’
‘Silence!’ ordered Goddess Yanara, ‘Hakariar! Come here!’
The High Priestess approached the Royal Throne and bowed low.
‘Hakariar, I want a coal pit dug by my palace entrance. I want it lit and I want this blasphemous convict hung by his heels above it. Is that understood?’
‘Yes my Goddess,’ replied The Priestess humbly.
‘Within the hour!’
‘Yes my Goddess.’
‘And who is second in line as High Priest?’
‘Ferrioh Goddess.’
‘Make plans to have him elevated to Head Priest as soon as court is ended. And as for you Mallaha, you are no longer a Priest in my court!’
The now former Head Priest threw himself on his knees, he had been in the Priesthood for thirty years, ten years longer than The Queen had been alive. He groveled before The Goddess Yanara, ‘please Goddess, please I beg you, please let me continue to serve in some capacity, please Majesty.’
Yanara looked down Her impossibly pretty nose at the man abased at Her feet and smiled with disdain. ‘Very well. Hakariar We’re now a Priest short. I’ve decided to ordain the torch holder outside my make up room.’  Again there were gasps; it was unheard of for a copper slave to be promoted to Priest in one leap. The Queen looked down at the sixty year old sobbing at Her feet. ‘And if this creature survives the sixty lashes he is going to receive, then he may replace him.’
The High Priestess bowed and stated, ‘So it be said, so it be done!’
Palace guards dragged Mallaha from The Divine One’s feet and down to the torture chamber. Yanara crooked Her finger at The High Priestess, ‘what is the name of the torch holder?’
‘I believe it is Ialu Your Majesty.’
Yanara smiled, ‘very well, I want him ordained prior to my return from Yanara-isle.’
‘So it be said, so it be done1’
The business of the day turns to the proposed trip to Yanara's newly acquired island. The General of Her army was brought forward to explain the situation. The Goddess had decided she wanted a new holiday home and so part of Her army had been dispatched to a small Island east of Crete in The Mediterranean. The General reported that the natives of the Island had surrendered within a few hours of battle. The Egyptian army had suffered just forty fatalities, the natives around a hundred. This left around two hundred Islanders.
‘And how many slaves do you think I will need to service the Island as a pleasant holiday retreat?’ asked Yanara.
‘It’s a small Island Your Majesty,’ answered the General, ‘I would think eighty would be plenty.’
The Queen smiled, ‘splendid, I’ll have a choice then. And The World leaders, they are to be informed the island is now a province of Egypt and shall be known as Yanara-isle?’
‘Yes Your Majesty.’
‘Excellent, Hakariar! Have them prepare my litter, we leave in one hour!’
‘Yes Your Majesty.’


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Precisely one hour later and a couple of hundred in the subservient control of The Divine Yanara waited in position at her litter. There were Priests, Priestesses hand maidens and slaves. The ceremonial litter was a huge affair, designed out of gold. This made it very heavy and 24 Nubian eunuchs bore its weight. Each had won stringent contests in their home land for this honour. A quarter of them would be sacrificed each year, but the two or three years in service to The Great One made this well worth while.
The Queen Herself was late, as was Her unquestionable prerogative. She had wandered down to the torture chamber to watch the former Head Priest Mallaha receive some of his lashing. His wrists were fastened to a beam high enough that his feet dangled in the air. As the Royal executioner laid on the bullwhip, Her Majesty sat in a comfortable chair sipping wine from a bejeweled goblet.
The man She watched being flogged had been Chief Priest for as long as She could remember. Up until Her late teens She had even quite feared this man despite being his Queen. But by the time She had reached eighteen and had experienced Emperors and Kings kneeling at Her feet, She feared no-one. At twenty She was now at the peak of Her power.
Now Mallaha would live or die according to Her Regal whim. She smiled as he began to whimper from the heavy blows. Not a cruel smile, but the beautiful smile of a woman who realized She was in complete control of everything and everyone around Her.
After thirty strokes She started to bore of this entertainment. She left the executioner to finish his task and wandered towards Her litter. As ever, in the Palace, six floor slaves groveled behind Her gratefully worshipping the ground She had stepped on.
On route She passed the torch bearer Ialu who was soon to become a Priest. He did not know this yet and so kept his head bowed low as his owner viewed him. She reached out and gently stroked his nipple. This sent shock waves throughout his entire body which caused him to shudder. He had never seen The Goddess Yanara, yet to smell her divine fragrance, to feel Her silky soft finger on his body made him so grateful to be alive.
Her Majesty said just one word, ‘later’ and was gone.
At the palace gate Yanara entered Her litter by stepping on the back of a foot slave. Hand maidens ensured She was comfortable as She reclined on the silk covered divan. Just as She was about to permit the procession to begin The Queen noticed the blasphemer chained above the ordered coal fire. It would probably take a couple of days of agony before he found the release of death. Yanara noticed that he was already sweating terribly and trembling with pain and fear. With an almost girlish laugh She gave an imperious wave of Her hand and the procession began.
The caravan continued its journey; the people of Egypt knelt with their faces to the ground as it passed. Yanara took no notice of them; to Her the sight of crowds groveling before Her was as natural as breathing. However Her guards kept a diligent eye out that no-one was slow in falling to their knees in The Royal presence. One man, a labourer busy digging a ditch had somehow failed to notice quickly enough. As soon as he was aware of the procession he had abased himself but too slow for the liking of the chief guard. He was on the man quickly, slicing off his ears as a reward for his insolence. Fortunately the Queen had not had to witness this as She dozed peacefully while all about her slogged their guts out.

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Within two hours the Royal Litter arrived at the Queen’s harbour. Throughout the journey The Goddess Yanara had been covered from the sun by a slave held awning. The heat had been kept away by hard working slaves with gigantic feather fans. Because of this, and the size of the litter, She could not have been more comfortable had She been at home in bed. All around Her though the litter slaves were sweating profusely. Their muscles ached from their burden, but of course they didn’t matter one bit. The High Priestess, Hakariar approached her Ruler. ‘I hope and pray the journey was not too uncomfortable Your Majesty?’ she enquired.
‘No, not too bad,’ replied Yanara, ‘somewhat boring though.’  As The Mighty Ruler of Egypt stepped onto the back of Her prostrate foot slave, all around her groveled in the dust. By way of a small divan litter Her Majesty is taken aboard Her Royal barge.
 She is settled comfortably beneath a silk awning on the upper deck. Here She sits upon a golden throne with a slave to rest Her Imperial feet on. She is fanned by two slaves as before Her musicians and dancing girls provide the entertainment.
On the lower deck eighty eight galley slaves begin to pull at large heavy oars as the barge embarks on its journey to Yanara-isle. Within half an hour they are beginning to tire and sweat under such a burden of labour and the overseers begin to use their whips.
Above them Queen Yanara beckons Hakaria with a curl of Her delectable finger. The Priestess attends immediately to be asked, ‘surely if we travelled faster it would create more breeze?’
Hakaria looked sternly at the fan slaves, ‘my Goddess, are these beasts failing in their duty to keep you cool?’
‘No, no it’s not that, I just thought a little sea breeze would give me a gentle tan.’
‘So it be said, so it be done!’ Hakaria spoke to a guard who ran downstairs to speak to the chief overseer. Within seconds the galley drum beat was doubled to war speed. This was an exhausting sprint which would normally be maintained for ten minutes at most.
The guard ran back upstairs to discover if this pleased The Goddess. Hakariar asked Her Majesty who replied, ‘Yes that’s much better, have them retain this speed all the way.’ With which Yanara turned Her attention to the dancing girls who were now naked.
Half an hour later and the galley slaves were in sheer agony from their efforts. The overseers whipped and lashed but knew they were up against it with several miles of sea still to be covered. Soon the slaves began to groan and even scream at their toil yet the guards drove them on with their whips.
Upstairs, The most beautiful Queen in all the world smiled happily as She ate sweetmeats and sipped Her chilled wine.

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An hour later The Royal Barge came to dock close to Yanara-isle. There was no port as such so they anchored as close to the shore as possible. The galley slaves lay over their oars in semi consciousness. Five of their numbers had lost their lives during the trip through sheer exhaustion. The survivors were now too tired to weep at their own fatigue.
They looked such a mess that even the overseers felt some sympathy towards them. However they had not failed in their duty to whip them on ‘till the end'.
Of course none of this held any importance whatsoever. Queen Yanara giggled excitedly as She viewed the idyllic white sands of Her new holiday Island. She abandoned Her usually austere posture as Her youthful exuberance took over. The slaves around Her felt so pleased to witness their Mistress’s happiness whether they were permitted to view Her or not.
Yanara skipped off of Her slave into the small litter and ordered, ‘move quickly!’ The litter slaves had to hold their burden high over their heads to ensure their owner didn’t feel a splash of water on Her divine skin. They themselves waded in through the sea towards the shore. Behind them was a retinue of slaves safeguarding the dryness of a throne, fans and refreshments.
Once on shore the party were greeted by the leader of the mission to conquer the Island. He bowed low as The Queen stepped out onto the back of Her foot slave and onto the fine white sand. She whooped with joy before the captain led Her to where the natives were being held. ‘Is their leader still alive?’ She asked as Her throne was positioned.
‘Yes Your Majesty.’
‘Ok, I’ll see to him and the others presently. It seems rather antiquated here, how long will it take to have my holiday premises built?’
‘To your normal levels of comfort and luxury Your Majesty?’
‘Of course!’
The Captain cleared his throat, ‘at least a year Your Majesty, maybe two.’
Goddess Yanara pouted Her ravishing lips, ‘nonsense! Hakariar, you may use as much slave fodder from Egypt as you wish, but I want this Island perfect in three months from today!’
Both the Priestess and the Captain raised their eyebrows before The Queen spoke again, ‘otherwise I’ll have you both enslaved to my mines!’
Hakariar fearfully bowed her head, ‘so it be said, so it be done.’
Yanara smiled victoriously as She sat upon Her Throne. The foot slave crawled into position but She kicked him away, ‘Now lets have a look at these new slaves of mine shall we. Fetch me their leader!’
An olive skinned man of about fifty was brought in chains before The Queen and introduced as Adelphe the wise. Yanara chuckled as She looked upon the conquered man and announced, ‘well he doesn’t look so wise now.’
Without being invited to speak Adelphe began, ‘Why do you bring war to us, we are a peaceful people?’ The Queen’s bodyguard smashed a club against his shoulders which stunned him into silence.
Yanara gave a bemused smile. It was so alien to Her to meet a man who didn’t immediately fall into line under Her spell. ‘Fetch him something to sit upon!’ She commanded. Two of Her slaves quickly brought a large rock and placed it by Her Throne. At the snap of Her fingers another slave deftly handed Her a goblet of wine.
Adelphe sat on the rock which left him much lower than his conqueror. She spoke quietly to him, quiet enough that his people couldn’t hear; ‘now then slave, let me tell you what is going to happen.’
Adelphe winced at the word ‘slave’ but continued to listen. ‘You are going to take instruction from my High Priestess as to how to address me. You will do this before your people, my slaves. You will then tell them you are delivering them into my possession. If you do this, they will lead reasonable lives as my servants, as my slaves. You will be taken back to Egypt with me and granted your-er-release.’
Adelphe was about to speak, about to refuse when Yanara gently sshhd him. ‘If you do not do as I say, my army will set light to your people. I’ll make you watch them burn to death then slit your throat with my own hand.’
This shocked the Islander, he looked at his people and then to The Queen who was looking down at him. He had no doubts as to Her sincerity in cruelly slaying his people. Slavery was horrible, wrong, but surely an agonizing death was worse. Broken, he spoke quietly, ‘as you say Lady.’
Yanara smiled vibrantly, ‘Hakariar! Instruct my new slave on how to properly address me!’ Hakariar took him to one side and instructed him on what to do and say.
Five minutes later Adelphe stood before his Island’s new ruler and prepared to do what needed to be done. He knelt before Her in the sand, and as instructed spoke loud and clear enough for his people to hear;
‘Sacred Goddess from Heaven’  he bowed his head and kissed Her feet. Then knelt up;
‘Divine Queen of Egypt’ again he pressed his lips to Her foot;
‘Daughter of Isis’ again;
‘This humble slave worships You’
‘This humble slave glorifies You’
‘This humble slave obeys You’
‘Please Goddess; please accept this Island and all the people upon it as Your rightful property.’

Queen Yanara smiled imperiously as She looked from the man groveling before Her to the rest of the Islanders who were now Her slaves. As instructed, Adelphe turned to his former people and instructed them; ‘This is The Divine Goddess Yanara, Your new Ruler, Your Owner, your Mistress, Your Queen and your Goddess. Kneel before Her, you are now Her slaves.’
The Islanders all knelt in the sand and bowed their heads. The inevitable had happened and the Island and its inhabitants were all the rightful property of Goddess Yanara. She beamed triumphantly and instructed Her guards to escort Adelphe to Her Royal barge.
Over the course of the next three hours, Queen Yanara separated Her new property into three groups. In turn each slave stepped before Her, was instantly issued a number from one to three, knelt and crawled to their appointed group.
Soon enough it became evident as to the differences between the three groups. In group one, knelt the physically attractive youthful Islanders. In group two knelt the less attractive youthful slaves. And group three was made up of the older natives.
It was early evening as Goddess Yanara made Her final deliberations. The three groups were quite even in numbers and She informed Her captain of what was to be done with them.
‘Group one,’ She informed him in a clear confident voice, ‘will remain on Yanara-isle. I shall ship Priests and Priestesses here and whilst my accommodation is being built, they will be trained as serving slaves!’
‘Group two. They will be transported to Egypt, as silver mine fodder!’
‘And group three Your Majesty?’ enquired the Captain pointing towards the older people.
Yanara ran Her tongue over Her delectable top lip and said simply, ‘cull them!’
With that She stepped into Her litter to begin the journey home.


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The sun was beginning to set as the Royal Barge glided through The Mediterranean Sea. Fortunately it was now a little cooler, but on The Queen’s orders the galley slaves were forced to row at full pace from the off. Despite having been rested and watered for a few hours the toil was even harder than before. However The Divine Queen Yanara had given an order; so it be said, so it be done.
The gorgeous Lady herself was now housed in an enclosed part of the upper deck. She picked at food offered to Her and sipped at Her wine. After a while She informed Hakaria as to the entertainment She required.
Within minutes Her new slave Adelphe was tethered to a high beam. This creature had dared to hesitate before kneeling before Her. It had momentarily resisted Her Rule.
Over the course of the journey back to Egypt he was to provide Her with amusement. Slowly and methodically, he was flogged to death.


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It was late when the ceremonial litter arrived back at The Queen’s palace. Yanara was tired but She had enjoyed a delightful day. Though it was late, no ceremony was spared as She alighted Herself from the litter. Slaves groveled, Priests groveled. Before this Divine beauty, everybody groveled.
She grinned as She cast Her lovely eyes on the blasphemer, whose life was drawing to an agonizing end.
Inside The Palace, Yanara took Her leisure in Her lounge area. She sipped at a goblet of warmed milk before recollecting Her new Priest, Ialu. ‘She snapped Her fingers and ordered ‘bring the new Priest before me!’
A minute later Ialu was led into the lounge area, freshly garbed in clothing suiting his new position. Wisely he kept his eyes down for now as his Queen surveyed him.
‘Ialu,’ spoke Yanara, ‘you are now a Priest, do you understand?’
‘Yes Goddess,’ he replied humbly.
At a gesture from their Mistress two handmaidens disrobed the new Priest.
‘However,’ replied Yanara studying his well toned form, ‘you are still my slave!’
‘Yes Mistress, of course Mistress.’
‘Slave. You may raise your head and look upon your Goddess.’
Slowly Ialu raised his eyes to his Goddess, his Mistress, his reason for living. And how Her beauty stunned him. He felt his mouth go dry, his head spin and his knees go weak. As She smiled at him he could not help himself, he fainted at Her feet.
Queen Yanara laughed and snapped Her fingers at Her maids ‘revive him’.
Having had water splashed in his face, Ialu came round and Yanara raised his chin with an elegant finger. Catching sight of Her beautiful face once more he found he had lost the power of speech. On discovering this his Mistress laughed again and told him, ‘don’t worry my slave, I don’t require you for your conversation.’
Ialu looked into Her eyes with a face full of worshipful adoration.
‘You may kiss my feet boy.’
Though he was a few years older than his owner, it seemed quite normal for Her Majesty to call him ‘boy’. Tenderly he began to kiss the resplendent feet before him. What an incredible privilege it was to press his humble lips against those noble feet. ‘Lick them!’
In a state of awe and shock Ialu began to lick the precious feet of Goddess Yanara. They tasted wonderful, far better than he had dared to imagine. As he dragged his tongue across Her exquisite toes he felt tears of joy running down his cheeks.
All too soon Her Majesty withdrew the objects of his desire and let a maid replace Her shoes. She stood, and informed Her maids, ‘I’m tired, I’m going to bed. She looked down at the slave at Her feet and stated, ‘tonight you will sleep on the floor at the foot of my bed.’
Ialu gulped at his Adam’s apple which seemed to have doubled in size. He still could not talk, but instinctively crawled after his Mistress as She walked towards Her bed chamber. On the way they passed the corridor where Ialu had been positioned for the past ten years. Yanara didn’t look at the new torch holder so didn’t realize it was Her former High Priest, Mallaha. A well whipped Mallaha realized his Goddess was passing but could not see Her as he had his head bowed low.
Inside Her bed chamber Yanara ordered Ialu to face the wall whilst Her handmaidens prepared Her for bed. Now attired in a flimsy see through night dress, She lay in her gigantic silk sheeted bed. Her favourite handmaiden gently tucked Her in and was dismissed with the others. Ialu was ordered to lie on the floor at the foot of the Imperial bed.
Everything in the chamber was still and quiet as Ialu stared at the ceiling. His thoughts were an utter scramble. Last night he had slept in the slave quarters in a small room with a dozen other men. Tonight he was in the Royal Bed chamber, lying at the foot of a bed which was the same size as the whole of his previous room. Last night there was the smell of male slaves, tonight the aroma of incense and better still the gorgeous perfume of his Mistress.
Moreover, he thought of who was in that bed. The most beautiful, stunning Woman in the world. His Mistress, his Owner, his Queen, his living Goddess. Nothing could have prepared him for such joy and fulfillment. Nothing in this life or the next one could possibly top this.

Then he heard Her cool, confident, Imperial voice, ‘Slave! Come here!’

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a story: the litter

Ceremonial Litter

This wonderful story was written by  Benet. 

Dawn slowly breaks and the golden rays begin to spread their path through the silent desert. Near the banks of the Nile, the first light rays begin to get reflected against the surface of the gentle waters. Further than the eye can see, deep in the hostile desert, the burning sand protects the forbidden lands, ready to punish anyone who dares step their bare feet upon it. Inside the temple of Isis, the priestesses are already awake, their hearts beating in anticipation and fear as the day has come at last. Since the early morning, they have been began with their preparation for the visit of their Goddess. They have remained without food or water for a whole day, in anticipation of Her arrival, proud for their display our fate, despite the suffering of their bodies. The high priestess has herself seen to their purification using the ceremonial whip. Now their backs, exposed by their thin veils, are already scarred -- a proof of their loyalty and devotion to their tyrannic ruler, Goddess Yanara.

As the final preparations in the temple continue, far away from the desert, near the banks of the Nile, the Goddess enslaver of the world is sleeping in Her royal chambers. Her divine body is comfortably lying on a bed of gold, full of pillows and hidden from the view of Her servants by veiled red curtains. Her favorite concubine, Benet, is also asleep on the royal bed next to her powerful Queen, with her body entirely naked, aside from a few golden jewels that her Goddess allowed her to wear. The concubine's arms remained wrapped around her Goddess's divine legs, to keep Her warm through the night and her face is buried between them, keeping Goddess Yanara's holy of holies warm and protected during Her sleep. The first light rays are enough to awaken the devoted girl, but she remains motionless and tries to control her breathing, so as not to disturb her Queen's sleep. She patiently waits and silently prays at her Goddess's temple, between Her divine legs, to remain Her favorite concubine. During those early moments of the day, she dares to whisper passionate prayers and words of devotion that she would never dare say openly to her Goddess, who she has failed in submissive love with. At the appointed time, concubine Benet has the duty to wake Goddess Yanara up, a duty which she performs in a mixture of pride and adoration. Closing her eyes, she begins to kiss the divine clit, with her carnivorous lips slowly sucking Her holy regions. The concubine's loyal tongue, burning in passion for Her,  begins to slowly arouse the strict Goddess as it encircles Her divine forbidden spots that the worthless slaves of the world would never even dare to dream about.

Goddess Yanara moans in pleasure, as every morning, enjoying the worship and tender devotions of Her loyal concubine and, still half-asleep, Her divine hand instinctively flows and brushes the girl's long black hair, with a smile of delight painted upon Her divine lips. After Her first orgasm of the day, as protocol requires, Goddess Yanara remains comfortably on Her golden bed, while Her personal concubine bows and kisses Her Divine Feet in devotion and then receives permission to prepare Her morning bath. Concubine Benet bows low and sucks Her beloved Goddess's fingers one by one, feeling excitement and adoration at her Queen's smile of satisfaction and picks up the royal whip from a little pedestal near the legs of the bed. She then walks past the curtains and her face resumes its strict heartless, demanding expression as the four guardesses outside the door of the royal chambers rush to kneel and kiss Benet's feet. The concubine still naked, orders for her Goddess's bath and one of the guardesses runs to the order the slaves responsible for bringing milk to the Queen's royal bath, while another guardess quickly descends into the special room immediately below the royal baths and whips ten very muscled slaves into adding more coal into the flames that warm the floor below the Queen's bath, in order to keep the milk warm. The slaves work fast and thoroughly, providing more coal, despite the asphyxiating heat and smoke, while the guardess continues to whip their naked skins harder and harder. The guardess's heart beats faster, fearing that the bath will not be warm enough for the Supreme Goddess, in which case she would be tortured severely at the hands of Her Majesty's favourite concubine. True enough, the Pharaoh's concubine has been feared and hated throughout the Palace and the Queendom itself, due to her strictness and heartlessness. Rumours have it that the Goddess Yanara captured the girl at a very young age and had her innocent heart toughened and in Her divine charms, turning the girl into an obedient concubine and unforgiving task-mistress, having feelings only for the Goddess Herself.

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The hours pass quietly and relaxingly for the Goddess of the world, as She enjoys Her warm milk bath, together with the tender carresses and passionate kisses of Her concubine, who does not hesitation to pleasure the Goddess under the milk, for as long as she can last without breathing. After the bath, Her concubine tugs Her gently with a towel made of linen and helps Her to a throne near the pool of milk, where she kneels and slowly licks Her Divine Body thoroughly and passionately, like a cat. Soon afterwards, the Queen walks to Her royal wardrobe and picks Her outfit and jewelry that She will wear for the ritual in the temple of Isis, where She will be worshipped in a weekly ritual as the Supreme Goddess and Ruler of the world. Her Royal Highness selects the most majestic clothes ever prepared and is dressed by Her loyal concubine. Her jewels are first properly licked and filled with the warm saliva of the girl, who adorns her Queen in them, while her heart is beating in admiration and flames of desire for her strict Queen. As the Supreme Goddess admires Her own beauty in the royal mirror, Her loyal concubine remains kneeling on the floor, with her fingers slowly rubbing the Divine Feet of Goddess Yanara, while she kisses them and periodically sucks each of Her holy toes. Once Her Supreme Highness is ready, She merely gives the order "Sandals" to Her concubine, who claps her hands and a slave crawls into the room, carrying the selected pair of Royal Sandals on a red pillow. Dariya's eyes shine in disgust and impatience as she picks up the pillow with the most treasured symbol of Divine Power and Tyranny of her Pharaoh and delivers a kick of disgust to the male's head, as it crawls out of the hallway fast, receiving the strikes from the whips of the guardesses at the entrance. She walks and kneels before Goddess Yanara, as She is seated comfortably on Her dressing chair and demonstrates the Royal flat Sandals, symbols of the Pharaoh's power, made of rare leathers and a single soft-veil strap, adorned in rare jewels and dressed with a surface of pure gold. They are shining under the bright rays of light entering through the window, as reflected from the layer of saliva resulting from many hours of slow licking by those of the Queen's sandal-slaves who were on duty the night before. After the Goddess inspects them and after various parts of them are licked once-more thoroughly by the kneeling concubine to Her satisfaction, the Goddess orders Her loyal girl to place them to Her Divine Feet. Concubine Benet performs this duty very slowly, in a ritual manner, as she continues to lick between the Holy Toes of Goddess Yanara to relax Her. This brings a smile of powerful delight and satisfaction to the Goddess, who half-moans, feeling omnipotent and ready to remind the worthless world its place as Her slaves.

The Queen then walks majestically and arrogantly along the long corridors of the Palace, escorted by concubine Benet who walks behind Her and carries the tip of Goddess Yanara's golden cloak. Every single slave or servant of the Palace who are not already waiting to greet Her in the Palace gardens, align themselves along the corridors and hallways of the Palace, along the staircases and fill the various rooms in the Queen's path to the main entrance. Lower servants, regardless of gender, are prostrated naked with the heads touching the floor and their arms extended in worship and humiliation before the Goddess's presence with priestesses and guardesses being allowed to retain their clothing. A few paces behind the Supreme Goddess and Her loyal concubine, a detachment of 24 royal guardesses follows, dressed in their formal attires and holding bullwhips ending in spiked tails, feared throughout the whole Queendom. Their duty is to punish and humiliate the accumulated prostrated slaves in the Goddess's path, so that they will be reminded of their place as inferior worms at Her Holy Feet, who were born without rights, only to suffer and serve Her until their last breath. Whenever a part of Goddess Yanara's path is temporarily blocked by some of the accumulating slaves, or whenever She desides, She stops and the slaves accidentally blocking Her path, or those unlucky to be before Her, begin to shiver in terror and pray for mercy, as they know what is about to follow. The first 4 guardesses immediately behind the concubine, walk past her and bow as they pass before the Supreme Goddess, with their feared bullwhips raised already in the air and begin to whip cruelly the slaves blocking the Goddess's way, without showing the slightest mercy. The screams and cries of the slaves bring a shine in the Divine Eyes of the strict Goddess who watches the punishment and rests, while Her loyal concubine places her fingers upon Her shoulders and massages Her tenderly, or at times, slide her fingers below the royal cloak and rubs the Divine Ass of Goddess Yanara. In those cases when the punishment takes longer than usual, the concubine slowly kneels and rubs the Supreme Queen's legs and eventually Her Divine Feet as well to keep Her warm and pleased, in all possible adoration and submission. After the Sublime Ruler is satisfied, She simply pushes the guardesses to the sides and resumes Her path, followed by Her concubine and the 24 royal guardesses until they reach the main entrance. At this point, the concubine kneels and very delicately removes the Royal Sandals from Goddess Yanara's Divine Feet, so that they will not be dirtied by the sand. She carries them in her arms, upon a red pillow, like the treasured possessions that they are.

There, the huge royal litter is already prepared and waiting for the arrival of the Supreme Goddess. It is an extremely heavy construction, whose surface is covered in gold and precious stones. It is carried by 24 naked black slaves, who have been already purified during the week by the whips of the priestesses, and kept without food or water for the last day in order to be prepared for their task. Such an unusually small number of slaves carrying the heavy litter is chosen on purpose by the Goddess, in order to increase their pain and suffering during their servitude. At the back side of the litter, 144 slaves, mainly males, are each leashed by copper chains attached to their cocks and balls, or to rings pierced around their breasts and slits, in the case of females. They are prostrated in humiliation and shivering in fear, before the Divine's arrival. They have been selected either randomly or by the concubine or, in some rare cases, by the Supreme Goddess Herself, to suffering the punishment and humiliation of being forced to follow the litter, while crawling on their knees, and bowing their heads as low as possible as they are being pulled by the chains. Surrounding the litter and the group of slaves, lie several groups of priestesses and royal guardesses, dressed in their proper royal clothing, with priestesses being barefoot, and wearing a small jewel in the shape of an egyptian Cobra on their foreheads to symbolizing their devotion to the divine power of Queen Yanara. The royal guardesses, on the other hand, wear no jewel on their forehead and their complexion is generically darker, as they their duties require them to spend long hours supervising slaves under the sun. They are allowed to wear sandals made of leather, with a single bronze symbol in the centre of their only strap, depicting a whip which symbolizes their duty to bring suffering in the Goddess's divine name.

The Divine Queen, followed by Her loyal concubine Benet, approaches the litter and the 24 black slaves lower it to the ground, for them to enter. The concubine places the red pillow carrying the Royal Sandals on the litter and draws and holds the veiled curtains open and curtseys kneeling upon one knee, as the Supreme Goddess Yanara, enslaver of the world enters the litter at Her own leisure. Concubine Benet enters the litter as well and orders the litter to be lifted, even before the journey begins. She then draws the veiled curtains, masking the interior of the litter from the inferior eyes. Once inside, the devoted concubine takes great care in ensuring the comfort and complete satisfaction of her Queen. She first undresses Goddess Yanara, placing the divine cloak and royal cloths properly folded on top of a purple pillow and, full of adoration for Her Divine perfection, the concubine helps her Goddess lie comfortably on a special royal bed, covered in the most rare and soft fabrics, its top filled with red and blue pillows, chosen especially for their tender feel. As the Goddess relaxes and half-closes Her eyes, She orders for the journey to begin and Her loyal concubine pulls her head out of the curtains and shouts to the priestesses and guardesses to move. The concubine's words are swift and menacing, leaving no room for mistakes, as she hates failure and knows that the Divine Goddess demands immediate and absolute obedience.

Instantly, at Benet's orders, the groups of priestesses and guardesses begin to mercilessly whip both the 24 muscled, black slaves, who are by now sweating powerless and begging for water and food after their long week of purification, as well as the group of 144 prostrated slaves chained to the litter. The litter begins to move, under the heavy sound of humiliating orders from the overseers, the sound of the whip striking the bare flesh and the cries and moaning of the slaves. The priestesses are using their whips to punish even the most insignificant errors the slaves should make, at times whipping even the guardesses if they fall back in their duty. The crawling slaves moan and cry in pain as their sensitive spots is being pulled by the litter, their voices reaching to the ears of the Supreme Goddess, who smiles in sadistic delight as She leans comfortably on Her royal throne-bed inside. The pace of the slaves slowly begins to increase. Tears begin to roll down their eyes as they suffer, and amidst their moaning and cries, the well-known mantra is heard as they worship and pray to their strict Goddess:

Sacred Goddess Yanara…  we worship You

Divine Queen of Egypt…  we glorify You

Divine Majesty…         we obey You


On the left and right sides of the litter, other slaves are crawling on their knees, feeling the sand and tiny stones irritating their skins and creating surface wounds as they touch the burning sand. Biting their teeth, they continuously wave huge fans, or swing incense burners, aromatizing the area for the Queen Yanara's pleasure. As the royal litter, with its escort exits the main Palace gates and passes through the city, people, having gathered since dawn, or happening to be passing by, kneel at both sides of the road and are forced to kneel and bow down deeply in complete silence. No inferior eye is allowed to cast its dirty look at the royal litter, carrying the Supreme Goddess. All eyes are fixed on the floor, or at the feet of the escorting priestesses and guardesses, who may chose to randomly strike their whips against the kneeling crowds, increasing the moaning and crying reaching Her Divine ears. The punishment for any slave daring to raise their inferior heads, look at the royal litter and defy the authority and power of the Goddess is merciless. The offenders are taken the royal dungeons, where they are brutally tortured for several months by the Queen's handpicked torturatrices, hated and feared throughout the Queendom for their blind devotion to Goddess Yanara, and their cruelty upon the offenders brought to them.

While the suffering of the slaves is continuous and the litter slowly exits the city and takes the long path to the Temple of Isis, deep inside the desert, behind the veiled curtains and inside the litter, the atmosphere is cool and pleasant for the strict Queen who is enjoying the obedience and services of Her loyal concubine. The Goddess orders Her concubine to begin worshipping Her and showing her humiliation, from the moment the royal litter begins moving and the first merciless strikes of the whips, together with the first cries for mercy reach Her ears like melodies. Concubine Benet, kneels and prostrates herself low in submission before Her and her heart beats fast, as she looks at the Holy Feet of her strict Goddess. The Divine Soles before the loyal concubine's eyes are dirty, since protocol demanded that the tyrannic Queen have Her royal sandals removed by Her concubine before She walks barefoot from the Palace entrance to the litter to avoid dirtying the sandals. Concubine Benet, feels the first tears of humiliation in her eyes, as she loyally begins to lick clean the Divine Feet of Supreme Goddess Yanara. Her tongue moves slowly and thoroughly and, as she swallows the sand and dirt between the Goddess's Holy Toes, she feels her true inferiority before the Goddess. She knows that her glorious Queen has privileged her with the rank of Her royal concubine and everyone else in the Queendom has to bow before her and obey her orders. She has the right to punish anyone in the whole empire. She is hated and envied by so many… yet in those moments, inside the litter, as she is licking and swallowing the dirt from between Goddess Yanara's Divine Toes, she feels truly inferior to Her, and remembers her true place as well, as the Goddess's concubine. Goddess Yanara is half-moaning in delight as She enjoys, still with half-closed eyes, the services of concubine Benet. She picks the royal feather from the pillow nearby and begins to carress and arouse Her royal clitoris and hardened nipples with it slowly, as She watches Her girl lick Her Holy Feet clean. The humiliation of Her concubine at Her Divine Feet arouses Goddess Yanara even more and She begins to moan in delight, arrogantly, imperiously, powerfully, as She feels the extent of Her immense power.

An hour passes in this way, with the tongue of the concubine continuously rolling itself along the Supreme Goddess's soles, between Her toes and around Her ankles, licking its way around the royal gold toe-rings and anklets. For the strict Goddess, lying comfortably in Her pillows, it is simply just another day where Her absolute Power and Divine nature is to be shown to the world in general and to Her male slaves in particular. Her Divine eyes may roll from time to time to the sides where, through the veiled curtains, She coldly and arrogantly observes at the accumulated masses of prostrated slaves, the ones crawling on their knees, fanning the royal litter and the many priestesses and guardesses whipping them for the tiniest mistakes, or sometimes for no reason at all. Goddess Yanara's divine nipples remain hard in arousal and, from time to time, She softly caresses Herself with the feather tip as Her eyes fall upon Her kneeling concubine silently worshipping Her power. At times, the concubine's tears of humiliation roll down her cheeks and fall upon the Divine Feet of Goddess Yanara, giving Her a sensation of immense dominant delight. After Her Divine Feet are properly cleaned from the sand and dirt of the palace and are covered in saliva and tears, concubine Benet does not rest, but instead opens a little pot filled in aromatic oil and begins to spread its contents on Goddess Yanara's Divine Feet with immense care and tenderness, in order to relax Her more. The process begins by oiling every surface of the Queen's feet, between Her Divine Toes, around the ankles and slowly moving higher to Her royal legs. The strict Goddess's arousal slowly rises as the devoted fingers of Her concubine tenderly and passionately reach higher, close to Her Divine clitoris, which requires special care, and continue around Her belly, Her royal breasts and arms and finally Her neck. The slow massage continues for almost an hour, before Goddess Yanara turns around and lies with Her breasts against the pillows, as Her concubine continues to spread oil and rub the Divine Queen's shoulders and back, with immense care and devotion to Her Divine Butt. Concubine Benet's tongue participates actively in this process of worship and devotion, and she submissively kneels low and kisses Goddess Yanara's Supreme Holy Butt, licking around and inside the Forbidden Divine Asshole of the Goddess sensually, slowly and passionately.

The hours pass, as the royal litter crosses the desert, with the slaves and servants of the convoy being allowed no break nor any food or water, and during these moments of their hard work, some strive to demonstrate their loyalty and devotion to their strict Queen, and others feel themselves suffering in the edge of their physical abilities. Supreme Goddess Yanara, of course, is enjoying the fruits and water that Her concubine regularly selects and feeds to Her mouth. For the majority of the remaining journey, Goddess Yanara simply relaxes in Her comfort, having Her concubine Benet kneeling before Her might in submission and devotion, with the duty to take care of Her Divine Feet during the journey. The Supreme Goddess half-closes Her radiant eyes in delight and half-moans as the hours go by, feeling the constant kissing and licking of Her Holy Feet by Her girl, whose tongue and lips move so passionate, sparkling with submission and passion as they lick Her Superior Feet. In regular intervals, the concubine knows how to relieve her Queen's tension by slowly sucking each of Her Divine Toes deep and rubbing her melting tongue against the divine skin, keeping it warm and worshipped inside her mouth. This usually causes Goddess Yanara to moan in arrogant delight and satisfaction as She enjoys those moments of worship. Later on, the concubine will give a careful manicure and pedicure to Her Goddess and arrange Her hair and crown with jewels, as demanded by her Pharaoh. If the Supreme Goddess decides to reward Her concubine, She may feed her with Her divine nectar, a rare honor for the concubine. During the journey, if the arousal of the Goddess grows high, She has Her concubine pleasure Her Divine clitoris and holes with her tongue and lips, in the usual ceremonial manner in which concubine Benet kneels before the Goddess's legs and her face is covered completely by a soft red opaque cloth, as she performs her duties. The covering of the concubine's face is symbolic, so that the Goddess can feel She is pleasured by some unknown inferior servant, whose identity does not matter, rather than Her favorite concubine. Goddess Yanara always chooses this ceremonial way of pleasure with the head of the concubine hidden, during these trips to the temple, so that She will be in stricter, more powerful and unforgiving mood, in Her public appearance.

The royal litter eventually reaches the temple of Isis, where Goddess Yanara will arrive as a tyranness enslaver who pushes the once glorious goddess Isis to her knees. This is already depicted in a huge statue made of pure gold, where the Supreme Goddess pushes a kneeling Isis' head down to the floor, using Her Divine Foot. Even as the royal litter enters the majestic gates of the temple, Divine Feet of Goddess Yanara are being licked and kissed reverently, Her toes fully sucked and salivated, and Her royal touring, anklets and jewelry properly placed to depict Her absolute power. The devoted concubine helps the Supreme Goddess dress in Her royal clothes and checks that every single one of Her jewels is properly kissed. When the litter comes to a complete halt and is lowered very slowly and smoothly against the floor, the Goddess will rise and watch through the closed veiled curtains, as Her concubine will rub Her Divine Feet with her fingers and arouse Her tyrannic clit, while 144 naked slaves, full of scars in their back and accumulated into a long human carpet before the temple's entrance, covered by golden cloaks. Concubine Benet has already prepared and re-polished the Royal Sandals, which she carefully slides to Her Queen's Divine Feet, checking that the golden spikes on their soles are sufficiently sharp. Once this golden entry to the temple is formed, the concubine draws the curtains open and Supreme Goddess Yanara exits the litter, followed by Her loyal concubine and enters the temple, stepping over the slaves without mercy or feelings for them. The slaves suffer underneath the golden cloak, as the spikes from the Supreme Goddess's Royal Sandals penetrate the cloak at invisible spots and dig into the open wounds of their backs, punished severely under the Goddess's steps. The spiked sandals are also useful since they help the strict Queen maintain Her balance easily as She walks triumphantly and arrogantly towards the entrance of the temple, with the mass of priestesses and people all prostrated in silence and lowered eyes in Her path.

Deep inside the temple of Isis, the Supreme Goddess is led to the majestic throne made out of pure gold and smells the scents of the incense burners. She sits imperiously and gloriously, with an arrogant shine of power and divine superiority in Her eyes, as Her concubine kneels on a royal red pillow by Her legs and wraps her arms around her Goddess's legs, to rub Her Divine Feet, during the ceremony. The pillow serving as a pedestal for the Pharaoh's Divine Feet is painted with a picture of Isis, and as concubine Benet delicately removes the Royal Sandals and places them upon another pedestal to be worshipped by the priestess later, she takes great care in comfortably placing the Superior Feet of her Goddess upon the pillow, so that they step and rest upon the painted face of Isis, another symbol of Goddess Yanara's dominance over sub-goddess Isis. The high priestess of Isis, once a powerful figure in ancient Egypt is now brought to the Supreme Goddess crawling on her fours, like a slave, symbolizing the dominance of Goddess Yanara over Isis. The once noble men of the city, or of the kingdoms that have fallen recently into slavery by Queen Yanara's armies are already waiting there, prostrated, blind folded and naked, with a priestess's foot on their heads, keeping them low. They are trembling in fear as they are lead by the priestesses before Goddess Yanara's throne, being pulled by chains attached to their cocks. There, they are humiliated and forced to announce their inferiority and worship the Supreme Goddess, forced to offer all their past possessions to Her. In their short audience with the arrogant Queen, during which they are not allowed to either look or speak to the Divine directly, unless spoken to, they are randomly whipped by one of the priestesses. After the Supreme Goddess decides about their fate, She withdraws to the forbidden Holy of Holies, deep inside the Temple of Isis, followed by Her concubine, where She will rest before the next part of the ceremony begins.