TIME: Summer 1912 PLACE: A hidden labyrinth Valley of the Pharaohs, Egypt
(An awakening sets in motion the restoration of the true Queen of the Nile.)
The double blind corridor from yesterday had set Lady Constance Murphy’s nerves on edge. She had narrowly escaped with her life as the ingenious trap was tripped by her much less fortunate Egyptian guide, Akmed. Her husband, Sir Harold was most aggrieved by the incident and was wont to banish her from further exploration of the underground passageways of the find.
Constance was hard put to logically reason with her overly-protective spouse, so she took the only course of action any sensible female would follow in such a situation.
Her sobs were accompanied by a suitable effusion of tears and the sounds were notably heart-rending.
Sir Harold was immediately struck with guilty regret for his implacable attitude toward his recent bride and soon-to-be mother of his unborn heir. He rushed to her side and held her shaking body in his arms and shushed her with comforting croons of affection.
He did not see Lady Constance look sideways at him to gauge his reaction with a determined glint in her devious female eye.
“Harold, feel my heart. It is beating so rapidly.”
The cunning girl knew that the touch of her husband’s hand on her soft breast would be enough to distract him from his recent proclamations and turn his mind to more romantic thoughts involving horizontal positions inside her carpeted tent.
“Let me loosen your clothing, my dear. Now, up with your legs just a trifle.”
The result was a sudden wide open view of Lady Constance’s knickers. The dye was cast. Sir Harold cast his restraining trousers to the side and mounted his scheming wife with astonishing vigor for a man in his sixties. Somewhere between her first and second orgasm, Sir Harold discarded the idea of keeping his spouse from her archeological endeavors in the unnamed tomb located a short distance from the “Black Pyramid” of the Pharaoh.
Ramses, the younger brother of the deceased Akmed, stuck his head in the tent to advise his employer of a new corridor located directly under the deadly passageway that had taken the life of his revered older brother. The sight of Lady Constance’s pretty bottom being bounced energetically on the tent carpet froze him in undeniable fascination. His member of some considerable length and girth struggled to break free from its girding under his ankle length robe. Ramses had often labored in the dark narrow tunnels directly behind the pretty Lady Constance and he had savored the scent from her perfumed slit discreetly tucked away under her long skirt more than once. His desire to mount the beautiful English lady filled his lonely nights with physical and mental torture beyond the limits of human endurance.
Constance peeking over her husband’s shoulder saw the expression on Ramses face and it spurred her to yet another orgasm that racked her petite body with delicious shivers of vibrating nerves centered deep in her womanhood. She did make her whimpers and her moans a little louder because she wanted Ramses to hear her sounds of sexual expression. She was glad to see him linger a bit and watch her being pounded so naughtily by her elderly spouse.
Ramses backed silently out of the tent.
He immediately went to the tent of the excavation camp followers and selected a nubile black girl for a quick release of his sexual tension whipped up by the sight of Lady Constance’s pretty little ass. He pounded the black girl’s ass without mercy and pictured the English lady writhing beneath his punishing member. It was immensely satisfying and he tipped the young girl generously for her spirited participation.
Sir Harold rested as his young bride washed him off with a bowl of warm water and a soft cotton towel. She was so attentive in these little comforts that he acceded to her wishes in regard to the exploration.
He could not help but sigh in complete capitulation and recognize the little strumpet had him wrapped around her little pinky. In all truth, he knew he could not deny her a single thing.
Early the next morning, Constance and Ramses along with two other tunnel workers slowly moved deeper into the hidden second tunnel beneath the trap corridor above them. They encountered a series of granite slabs that heightened her sense of excitement and foreboding of a discovery of great magnitude hidden beyond.
Ramses had dared to rub up against the body of his employer’s beautiful wife on more than one occasion this morning. The closeness of the tiny tunnel could easily explain the contact but the horny guide was sporting an erection so huge that the generally demure Lady found herself wetting her hidden knickers with the spray from her female juices in a most unladylike manner.
They came to a trap door and paused to search for hidden triggers and other deadly release mechanisms designed to block thieves from looting the tombs of the royal family. One of the slabs moved on an angle allowing them to pass to an adjoining corridor. The two tunnel workers went inside to explore this new route. Lady Constance and Ramses moved into the new tunnel and waited for an “all clear” from the workers. It was much narrower in the new tunnel and the ceiling was so low, Constance had to remain on all fours like an obedient puppy dog. She could hear Ramses breathing directly behind her. In fact, his legs were outside hers and he made an effort to keep from making further contact with her crouching body.
Constance lowered her head a bit onto her elbows and allowed her bottom to fall back in a spoon position into Ramses groin. She stifled a moan when she felt the size of his immense member poking her right between her bum cheeks. They both just stayed like that, each one afraid to move and yet wanting to keep the contact between their bodies. She felt her juices flowing underneath her skirt and her cotton knickers. She had a sense of being deliciously bad and wanting to explore her badness with the well-endowed Egyptian guide. Just then, the two workers returned with news of another entrance plate with ancient writings and drawings on it.
The four of them lined up right in front of the entrance block.
Constance began to translate the inscription.
“This is the final resting place of the true Queen of the Nile. Pay homage to Neferuptah, sister to the usurper, Neferusobek, and daughter of the revered King Amenemhet III. May her light shine eternal for all eternity. Enter at your own risk. Neferuptah will reign supreme even at the end of all time.”
Ramses advised that they should go back to the base camp and relay the find to the others. Constance knew this was good advice but was in a complete tizzy to see what was on the other side of the entrance.
She saw the two pull rings at the bottom corners and recognized they would release the counterweight to move the block. Constance took hold of one and Ramses the other. The two tunnel workers stood back. They were both frightened of the result of tampering with this royal tomb. Constance thought she could make out the Egyptian word for “Curse” in their subdued chatter.
The stone slid aside to reveal a 10x10 antechamber with inlaid marble chip frescos depicting the mummification rites of some 4,000 years prior. A baffled corridor led to a larger room which held 3 sarcophagi. The center one was resplendent in carved and decorated Egyptian gods and deities of great reverence in ancient Egypt. The other two were obviously not intended for royalty.
Constance brought the lamp closer to the coffin. She read aloud the translation from the top of the 4,000 year old container.
“Neferuptah the true ruler of Egypt and Queen of the Nile. Goddess daughter of the Moon will reign supreme and defeat the forces of the evil crocodile dynasty. All hail Neferuptah!”
This larger room was crowded with urns of gold and gems of great brilliance. The many little statuettes and bowls filled with ordinary objects surrounded the three sarcophagi with the permanence of never having been touched or moved for thousands of years.
The two workers and even Ramses stayed a respectful distance from the remains as if in the presence of a living deity. Lady Constance was not so inclined and moved closer and rested her hands on the central sarcophagus.
She was not quite sure what had happened to her but suddenly she was filled with a sense of joining forces with an entity much more powerful and controlling than her mere human form. Constance felt the force explore her entire body including her recently agitated private female regions. She knew she was joined with whatever was inside this coffin from that very moment forward. She felt the life inside her kick and she knew her future offspring would also be joined to the unknown force from the far distant past.
The two workers were sent to fetch her husband and some other excavation members so the contents of the tomb could be properly catalogued and prepared for removal.
As soon as the two workers were out of sight, Ramses pushed Lady Constance to the dusty floor and she knew it was time for him to enter her bottom with his impressive member. The force inside her seemed excited at the prospect of a male penetration into her soft posterior.
Ramses wasted no time. He wanted to be finished with this business before the rest of the team returned to the chamber.
Quickly, he pushed up Lady Constance’s plaid skirt and pulled her slightly damp knickers down to her knees. He could see she was ready for him. He spat on his hand and lubricated his long shaft just before placing it on the pulsating rim of her tiny brown hole. Ramses could tell neither Sir Harold nor any other man had traveled up this tight little hole before this special moment in the Queen’s tomb.
The sound of Lady Constance’s shrill shout of protest as Ramses shoved his shaft deep into her virgin fundament was a delight to the Moon goddess. She felt not the pain but enjoyed the satisfying pleasure of full anal penetration by a tool of great dimension.
Neferuptah, the Queen of the Nile knew that this was not quite her time. Her time would come in the not too distant future. In the meanwhile, she would enjoy her residence in the Murphy clan bodies until the moment for her glorious reign finally arrived.
She did feel the creamy cum seeping out of Lady Constance’s bottom with the removal of the dark skinned male’s long shaft. It was so delightful after all those years of peaceful and uneventful sleep.
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