THE QUEEN OF THE NILE CHAPTER 12
The twin girls born to Lady Constance were both fair of skin. She opined they were the true offspring of Sir Harold, her dear departed husband.
She had been a little concerned about their appearance as she had been remiss in her adherence to limiting her bed to just her elderly spouse. The dark featured Ramses had not bedded her until after she was with child but there were various muscular workers that had sprinkled her garden with their dew.
It was Donna who had that peculiar green glint to her eyes at times just like her mother. Louise was a very prim and proper lady from the moment she was born. Lady Constance noticed that the beautiful 16 year old Louise was inclined to induce much discipline from her resulting in almost daily knickers down spankings that taxed her strength. The obliging Lady Constance felt it would be indecent for her to remonstrate her daughter for the copious female juices she sprayed with great regularity during these tearful sessions.
Just before Louise’s 18 th birthday, Lady Constance had discovered her daughter had been using several of the female servants in a most shameful and degrading manner. She witnessed her beautiful daughter sitting resolutely on the faces of pretty young serving wenches until she was able to spurt her female juices with disturbing vocal outbursts. The pretty young things did not seem to mind her excesses at all and were in fact quite encouraging of her to continue unabated.
Since Lady Constance had a touch of joint pain now in her middle age, she drafted her daughter Donna to do the honors on Louise’s spankings. Young Donna was fit and well-toned with a layer of strong muscle just underneath her soft, delicate skin. Donna loved to work up a sweat on her twin sister’s ass cheeks. Her submissive sister was overjoyed to have her twin give her such anal attention and work so hard to make her a “good girl”. Soon Louise’s punishments were a source of constant entertainment at the isolated mansion in the country. Ramses showed Donna some little tricks with the twisting of the nipples and stretching of the anus that insured Louise remained a devoted submissive and ever receptive to her sister’s whims.
A short half-dozen years later, Donna Murphy was smack-dab in the middle of a World at war and she was pushed to use all of her survival skills to continue the 4,000 year old line of the pharaohs when millions were leaving this plane of existence before their time.
A broken condom in the back of a Jeep resulted in the birth nine months later of Joanna Murphy. Joanna did not ever know she was a bastard whose father was with 25% certainty one of a four man Marine fire team soaking up the British culture.
Strangely, 25 years later this Joanna of the strange green eyes found herself looking at the floorboards of a similar Jeep while serving as a nurse in Southeast Asia. The middle-aged doctor mounted on her rump was grunting in a very ungentlemanly manner as he roughly impaled her pink hairless quim from the rear. Joanna Murphy was not enjoying it very much although Neferuptah was delighted. The sensible Joanna had already extracted a heated promise of matrimony from the twice divorced surgeon. She looked with glee at the sparkling diamond on her finger while the stocky doctor was heading for the home stretch on her flanks.
The shapely nurse held her white satin panties in her other hand. She did not want them to get dirty more than necessary. As the portly doctor was nearing his spurting climax, Joanna felt the stirring of something deep inside her. She felt herself spread wider open and she pushed back to get the thick member up next to her cervix. For the first time in her life, she actually started to pant with desire waiting for the seeds to splash deep inside her womb. The doctor’s glasses fell off unnoticed and he grabbed her hips with greedy hands holding her immobile for his creamy cum deposit.
A very surprised Joanna experienced a minor orgasm. It was not very satisfactory but an orgasm none the less. She looked over her shoulder with a thoughtful glance and with a strange green light flickering in her eyes, she asked,
“May we have an early wedding, Ronald? I detest taking the pill, you refuse to use a condom, and I am feeling terribly fertile right now.”
The happy little doctor, pleased as punch to be banging the prettiest nurse on the base, just nodded his head in assent. Not that he was at a loss for words; he was simply out of breath after the spirited humping. He had no hope of ever taming this high strung female, Joanna Murphy, her only wanted to bring some joy into his middle-age with a tight pussy and a willing mouth. This pretty nurse filled the bill in both departments and seemed most accommodating to every suggestion he had to offer.
Joanna had her first child, Rhonda at home in the country mansion. Her grandmother, Lady Constance was in attendance and was the first to look into the little baby’s eyes. There was an immediate bond between the still-attractive older woman in her seventies and the little infant.
Neferuptah looked into the baby’s eyes and sensed this was the final link between her first return and the ultimate rebirth to take place 42 years into the future. This little child would be the vessel for her coming full circle back to this plane of existence.
Joanna’s husband was not fortunate enough to make it back from the disorganized war zone. He was not a war casualty but had incurred the wrath of an Asian dominatrix disgruntled at his failure to pay his bill. It was probably just as well for Joanna because she was well positioned as an attractive widow of some considerable fortune. She was able to sample the wares of several suitors eager to curry favor and more than willing to dish out pleasure at her beck and call. Joanna was also able to attend to her Aunt Louise’s peculiar night time needs with a steady hand and ready dildo.
The passing of Donna and her mother Lady Constance happened coincidentally within a week of each other. A particularly nasty strain of flu had been running around and took them both in its firm grasp.
Now only Joanne and her Aunt Louise were saddled with the upbringing of young Rhonda Murphy.
Rhonda always wanted to be a detective. She didn’t want to be a British detective because they didn’t carry guns like the American ones. When she was old enough to strike out on her own, she petitioned her mother for permission to attend college in New York City because they had the very best Criminal Justice courses and her special interest of forensic detection.
Joanna knew that this was the subtle finger of fate working in a mysterious way.
By the time she was 30 Rhonda had a graduate degree in forensic science and was a shoo-in for the job at the Port Authority in New York City. She wanted to work there because there was great opportunity and none of the customary gender bias found in the NYPD which had existed for over 200 years. Only a year or two later, the attack on the Twin Towers in lower Manhattan decimated the Port Authority ranks and propelled her into a position of authority at a very young age.
Rhonda knew she was a little different but she didn’t really understand the extent of her non-conformity to the people around her. Her mother had tried to explain it to her but all she succeeded in doing was to get Rhonda very interested in Egyptology and the Secrets of the Pyramids.
The very instant that Rhonda’s hand touched the sarcophagus of Neferuptah; it was all crystal clear to her. She knew who she was, she knew what she had to do, and most importantly, she realized that the spirit of Neferuptah was shining out from inside her.
She experienced the ceremonial excesses of the Pharaoh’s court. She suffered indignities heaped on her by her decadent sister, the crocodile Queen, Neferusobek. The kinky pleasures of the desert kingdom played in her mind like the most degrading of pornographic videos. She remembered the wonderful touch of the devoted servants licking her brown hole with dedicated inspiration. The entire span of the Murphy females from Lady Constance to herself was exposed to her innermost thoughts. She experienced the joys and the sexual orgasms of generations of Murphy females possessed by the spirit of Neferuptah. The anal exploits of her great grandmother filled her with an uncontrollable urge to replicate them immediately with her closest male friends.
Neferuptah felt her pussy lips quiver with desire and anticipation. She let her fingers wander to her own nipples and twisted them rudely causing her host, Rhonda to gasp in pain. It was all so very delicious to her. The mirror on the closet door revealed the lush promise of her shapely curved flanks. The desire to be mounted was almost overwhelming. It was time for her to join her flesh with others in this magical plane of existence called 2011 in New York City.
The Queen of the Nile was reborn again.
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