Georgia Stone and the Cursed Mummy

|| -- Chapter 1 -- ||

Deep beneath the sands of the desert, a subterranean river flowed through the ground. The water roared inside a tight underground channel, and the stone walls reverberated with the force of its deluge. No sane person would explore such a confined underground cave system, especially after such strong rains, but Georgia Stone wasn't known for her rational tendencies.

"All this water has to be going somewhere," Georgia said to herself, and her lips curved into a smile.

She walked alongside the subterranean river, following a shelf cut out in the stone. The tunnel showed signs of tool use, but it wasn't marked on any map of archeological sites. Georgia's gut told her this was something big, and her instincts were rarely wrong.

She had come across the entrance while exploring the desert. There was a sudden downpour, and she'd nearly been swept up in the flood. However, the rains revealed the opening to the underground river, and she'd taken shelter in the entrance to the cave.

In a desert of shifting sands, she might not find the entrance again, so she followed the flow of water deeper into the subterranean channel. The further she went, the more obvious it became that she'd made an important discovery, and not a hint of hesitation remained in her mind anymore.

"Are these symbols? This writing might even predate hieroglyphs..." Georgia's flashlight lit up an engraving on the wall, and her smile widened. The symbols were crudely chiseled, but they looked like a proto-glyphic writing system.

Georgia pulled out a piece of paper from her side satchel and pressed it against the wall. It was difficult with the humidity of the river behind her, but she rubbed charcoal over the paper and recorded some glyphs.

After copying what she could to the paper, she rolled it up and stored it back in her satchel. The leather bag contained a waterproof inner layer, so even if she fell in the river, it wouldn't damage the charcoal rubbing.

Despite its weathered appearance, her side satchel had done her well in her adventures. The outside carried battle scars, like when it nearly fell into a volcano, or the time it got stabbed by pirates, or even when it narrowly blocked the bite of a venomous snake trying to bite her. Each haphazard stitch on it had a story to tell.

As for herself, Georgia looked much more normal than her beat-up satchel. She wore a pair of khaki shorts and a white t-shirt, which was her normal adventuring attire. On her head she had a tan boonie hat with a wide brim, and her two blonde pigtails peeked out the back of it. Lastly, she wore a pair of brown boots and ankle-high socks.

The outfit did little to protect her against the chilly subterranean air, but she was so excited she didn't care.

"There's something coming up ahead," Georgia said under her breath, and she pointed her flashlight towards a bend in the underground channel. "What is that?!"

As she approached the end of the tunnel, her flashlight's cone of light was eclipsed by something brighter. The end of the channel widened, and she found herself at the entrance to a massive cave. A red, bioluminescent moss lit up the walls, and she silently clicked off her flashlight at the sight.

"No way." Georgia shook her head in disbelief. "This is unreal."

In the middle of the massive cave was a small pyramid. Well, it was small compared to the other pyramids. The one in front of her would still put a mastaba to shame, and it had its casing stones to boot. The outside of the underground pyramid was completely smooth and formed a straight line to a blue capstone.

"This had to be built after the steppe, right? But those glyphs in the tunnel looked even older..." Georgia shook her head in disbelief. "This could upturn everything we know about the pyramids, and one this well preserved could settle the debate on external ramp theory, too."

She stood at the entrance to the cave, transfixed by the sight.

Beneath her feet, the water gushed out from the channel, and it poured out into a large subterranean lake that surrounded the pyramid on all sides. Despite the roar of water pouring in, the lake was mostly still, and it reflected the red bioluminescent moss that covered the ceiling of the cave.

Georgia found herself unable to look away. With the unbelievable sight of the pyramid surrounded by the glowing lake around it, her heart pounded in excitement. However, if she'd been a little more observant, she would have realized the precarious position she was in.

The underground river formed a waterfall right next to her feet, and she stood precariously close to it, inches away from the massive drop in front of her. After millennia of constant erosion, the stone had been slowly worn away, and little did she know she stood on an overhang over the underground lake.

"I should go back and write a paper on this," Georgia said to herself. "Even for me, this is way too much to explore on my own... I need to get some help--"

She turned away, but that was when the stone ledge crumbled beneath her feet. Georgia let out a scream of surprise, but it was too late; she was falling. Her body fell a dozen meters into the dark water below and splashed into the underground lake.

|| -- Chapter 2 -- ||

Georgia's head broke the surface, and she gasped for breath. The subterranean lake was much colder than she expected, and she shivered as the cold water lapped at her body.

"Dammit. Of all the times to lose my footing..." Georgia pulled herself out of the water and onto a small stone platform marking the entrance to the pyramid.

She had been wet before, but after getting dunked into the underground lake, she was drenched. Her white t-shirt clung to her body and revealed her rouge bra underneath. Down below, the water soaked into her shorts and panties, and it sloshed around in her boots. Somehow, she'd kept her hat on, but her blonde pigtails were soaked and had lost their usual perky spunk.

"This is the worst." Georgia kicked off her shoes and socks, then she stripped off her shirt to wring it out. She was more than familiar with falling into large bodies of water, but it was normally in tropical rivers or places that weren't so cold.

Despite the red glow of the bioluminescent moss around the cave, the air was chilly, and goosebumps arose on her skin. Georgia quickly finished wringing out her shirt and put it back. Even if it was still damp, it would be better than going naked.

She stood up and began doing the same for her underwear and shorts, taking them off and wringing them out. However, as she stood at the entrance to the pyramid with only her wet T-shirt on, Georgia had a peculiar feeling. It felt like she was being watched.

"Is anyone there?" She turned towards the dark hallway leading into the pyramid, and she put a protective hand over her crotch, hiding the blonde pubic hair beneath. There was no way there was someone there, but just in case...

Georgia hurriedly put back on her shorts and underwear. On the off chance that she wasn't the first person to discover this lost pyramid, she decided it would be better if she looked a little dignified, even if the feeling of wet khaki and cotton around her hips was unpleasant.

"Alright," Georgia said, and she grabbed her side satchel, throwing it back over her shoulder. "Let's go check out this pyramid. If I'm going to die, I want to do it after figuring out what's inside."

Despite her words, she hadn't accepted her fate just yet. In the back of her mind, she could think of many useful discoveries inside the pyramid. If she could get some rope or something to help her climb back up the waterfall, it would be well worth a trip inside. She might destroy some priceless artifacts, but at least she would survive. However, Georgia didn't make it more than one step inside when an ominous 'clicking' sound echoed from beneath her foot.

A mechanical thunk echoed around her, and light flooded the dim hallway.

"What is it now!?" Georgia blinked in surprise, and it took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust, but when they did, she gasped in surprise.

Oil lamps and torches lit up the interior of the pyramid. It wasn't just a long stone hallway, either. The interior of the pyramid was massive, and it opened up into several interlocking chambers. From where she stood, she could see several adjoining rooms and one large gold door at the furthest part of the pyramid.

"Is that real gold? No way, right?" Georgia took another step inside, transfixed by the sight of the glimmering gold in the torchlight.

Around the hallway, there were more pedestals with golden vases, crystal skulls, and rubies the size of her fist. It was an unbelievable set of treasure that rivaled a fairy tale, but her eyes were fixed on the door. The glimmering gold archway made her heart pound in her chest.

She walked through the hall of the pyramid in a trance, and she didn't know what she was doing until she was halfway to the door itself. There was something about it that called to her, almost like a whisper in her ear or a yearning in her chest.

"I probably shouldn't open that..." Georgia said to herself, but her voice felt distant, like she was listening to herself from another room.

The sound of her wet feet slapping against the floor was much louder, and her restless legs carried her up to the golden door. She felt a wave of relief as she reached it, and Georgia blinked to herself. When her feet finally stopped, she stood at the base of the golden door.

"When did I get this close?" Georgia glanced back at the entrance to the pyramid, which lay far in the distance, then back at the door. "I've come this far, though... I have to open it, right?"

She was an adventurer first and foremost. Her ways of thinking were rarely rational, but in this instance, it would become a decision she'd regret for the rest of her life. There were two cardinal sins in her line of work. Never disturb the dead, and never go alone.

Georgia reached out, brushing her fingers over the gleaming door, and she broke both the rules at the same time.

A dull rumbling echoed through the pyramid, and the door sank into the floor. In a matter of seconds, the large plate of gold descended, and it revealed an even shinier interior. The entire tomb was made of the glimmering substance, and proto-glyphic symbols were scrawled onto every surface.

"No way..." Once again, Georgia felt her feet drawn forward.

She stepped into the room, turning to look at the ornately carved gold. There was more gold in the walls than she thought existed in the world, and the number of discoveries that might be found in the scrawling symbols could turn the archeology world on its head, but Georgia's attention was stolen away by the centerpiece of the room.

A large sarcophagus lay in the center of the burial chamber. Like the walls, it appeared to be made of solid gold, and the sealing stone was ornately carved with scrawling symbols. However, instead of covering the top of the sarcophagus, the sealing stone lay shifted to one side.

The stone lid left a large gap in the top of the sarcophagus, and Georgia swallowed at the sight of it.

Her feet felt like they were rooted in place. She sensed a 'presence' inside the sarcophagus, yet she couldn't run away. She knew logically it was probably just some dried-up mummy, but there was something else nagging at the back of her mind. For a pyramid thousands of years old, this place had too much life to it.

The oil in the torches and lamps should have long since expired. The ancient gears in the pressure plate should have rusted. Nothing made sense. At the very least, there should have been a few cobwebs or dust in the place, not this pristine, golden room without even a spider inhabiting it.

"I need to get going..." Georgia said to herself, but it was far too late for such half-hearted sentiments.

"Mnghhh..." A loud groan echoed out of the sarcophagus, and a cloth-wrapped hand reached out of it, gripping the side of the coffin.

"Eeeeaaaaa!" Georgia screamed out reflexively, and her legs trembled beneath her.

She wasn't superstitious. In the back of her mind, she considered that this might all be some elaborate prank. She considered the fact others might have found this place before her and that they were messing with her somehow, but she knew it wasn't true.

The malevolent presence inside the sarcophagus made the temperature in the room drop and chilled her to her bones. Whatever was inside wasn't someone playing a prank on her, nor was it just a dried-up old body waiting to be discovered. It was something else...

"Mnghhhh..." The raspy moan echoed through the room for a second time, and Georgia took a step back, but her knees gave out from beneath her.

"No way, right? No way..." She fell back on her butt, watching the cloth-wrapped hand shift, and the creature inside pulled itself upright.

The mummy, as that's what it was, moved on its own. From between small gaps in the cloth, she made out dark, weathered skin beneath the wrappings, yet it climbed to its feet without assistance. What should have been a body resting for over four thousand years was moving on its own.

"Mnghhh..." The mummy cracked its neck one way, then the other.

Georgia could do little more than watch as it stood up from the gold sarcophagus. Despite its age, it easily knocked the sealing stone off the side of the coffin. Or perhaps it would be better to use the term 'she'.

As it stood up, Georgia noticed two swelling breasts on the mummy's chest. They were far larger than Georgia's conservative C cups, and the tight cloth wrappings barely contained them. On the left side, one of the mummy's nipples poked out and glimmered in the flickering torchlight.

Georgia found her eyes drawn to the stiff nipple, and she made a strange realization. The mummy's skin wasn't weathered or cracked; it was brimming with life. The rich color and fullness of the mummy's body were barely contained inside the thin cloth wrappings.

Her hips were wide, with chiseled thighs bulging with muscles. The more Georgia stared at the mummy's body, the less confident she grew in its undead state. Surely this was just some woman in a costume pulling a prank on her--an Olympian-class woman that stood over seven feet tall and had a strange hobby of sleeping in old sarcophagi.

That was the only explanation, yet Georgia knew it wasn't true.

The aura rolling off the mummy was unlike any human she'd ever come across. She watched the mummy step out of the sarcophagus, and her heart pounded in her ears. The mummy approached her, and each step seemed to shake the walls of the room (or perhaps that was just her trembling).

Georgia didn't care either way. Her thoughts had long since ground to a halt.

She stared transfixed as the mummy stepped up to her, and she came face-to-face with the last, but most important, detail of the other woman's body. Georgia had tried to ignore it, but with the mummy standing over her, it was impossible to miss.

A thick cock lay between the mummy's legs. Cloth wrappings covered it like the rest of the mummy, but the wrappings barely contained the throbbing member. It bulged within the thin cloth, and Georgia's heart skipped a beat as she stared at it.

The cock had the same rich umber color as the rest of the mummy's body, and the veins bulging along its shaft showed it was full of energy. Georgia smiled at it, and it felt like the last of her sanity crumbled away with the cock hovering inches from her face.

"If you're waking up after a few millennia, does this qualify as morning wood?" Georgia asked, and she gave a nervous laugh.

"Mnnngh?" The mummy gave another groan, and it let its cock down on her face.

With the warmth of its very-living cock pulsing against her cheek, Georgia stared up at the mummy with wide eyes. However, despite the strange situation, she felt a familiar flutter in her belly, and she felt very disappointed in herself.

"Oh boy," she said under her breath. "Here we go again."

|| -- Chapter 3 -- ||

"Stand." The word came out of the mummy, and Georgia shot to her feet, standing up.

It was strange, though. The word sounded different from how she remembered it, as if in a language she didn't know, yet she understood it perfectly. The command reverberated through her head, and it left no opportunity to misunderstand its intent.

Georgia finished standing up, and she looked up at the mummy nervously. "I don't suppose you'd like to talk this out?"

"Restrain..." the mummy said, and Georgia shivered as the sultry voice echoed in her ears. The word felt rich, almost creamy, as it filled her head. However, she didn't have long to consider such things.

A cloth wrapping shot out of the mummy's hand, and it encircled Georgia's wrists. Before she could react, the mummy pulled her hands above her head. The cloth was thin and soft, yet it felt stronger than steel around her wrists.

"Uhm..." Georgia said nervously, and her heart pounded in her ears.

As she stood with her hands pinned above her head, a flutter ran through her belly. Despite the situation, the feeling of nervous anticipation was familiar to Georgia. With the way the mummy held her hands above her head and the way her throbbing cock pressed against her belly, it left little doubt in Georgia's mind. This mummy wanted to fuck her.

This wouldn't be the first time her adventures had led her down such a strange route, but she really didn't have time for such things. She needed to figure out how to climb up the waterfall, not get hot and heavy with some supernatural creature.

"Uhm, how about I just give you a blowjob and we call it even?" Georgia asked, giving a nervous smile. "I haven't touched any of your treasure, and I'm sorry for disturbing your rest--"

"Silent." The mummy said with its sultry, rich voice.

Georgia shuddered, and her mouth automatically closed. Once again, the command echoed in her ears, and she felt unable to resist the compulsion to follow it. However, with her newfound silence, she could get a closer look at the mummy's features.

Beneath the thin cloth wrappings was a pair of crimson eyes. Like the dark nipple that had slipped out of the bandages, the mummy had a rich pair of dark lips, and an impressive set of black braids peeked out from the top of the cloth wrappings.

From what Georgia could tell, the mummy was quite a beautiful woman beneath all the wrappings, and especially with the large breasts of the mummy pressing against her chest, Georgia's heartbeat quickened.

"Open." The mummy said, and Georgia's lips parted reflexively.

She stood in front of the mummy with her mouth agape, hands pinned above her head. The position was ridiculous, and the nervous flutter in her belly grew worse as she held the vulnerable position. However, she couldn't escape it even if she wanted to.

Georgia was defenseless as the mummy leaned down, and then she felt the rich, dark lips of the mummy press against her own. Her eyes fluttered at the unexpected kiss, but the tension quickly drained from her body. The sudden brush against her sensitive lips made her knees go weak, and the butterflies of anticipation grew worse between her legs.

"Mnngh..." Georgia moaned into the mummy's mouth, and her thighs clenched together reflexively. She was already wet from getting dunked in the lake, but a new wetness formed inside her panties. It was a warm, throbbing wetness that left her pussy tingling with anticipation.

"Good." The mummy pulled back, and it stared down at her with a smile.

"Mnghh..." Georgia gave another moan as the word of praise echoed through her head. The rich, creamy voice felt so soft inside her head, and the tingle of anticipation between her legs grew stronger. It was strange to be getting turned on by only a single word, yet Georgia's eyes fluttered with satisfaction.

There was just something about this mummy's voice. Even if she couldn't understand its language, she understood implicitly what it wanted her to do, and when she followed its commands, the throbbing warmth in her pussy grew stronger. To hear it give her praise, it was nothing less than euphoria for her.

"Open," the mummy said, and Georgia diligently opened her mouth once more.

This time, the mummy didn't kiss her, but it brought its soft, beautiful lips centimeters from her own. As the mummy held its mouth open close to hers, a thin stream of pink mist left from between the mummy's lips. It flowed out from the mummy's mouth and poured into Georgia's.

"Ah... Mnghh..." Georgia's eyes fluttered as the pink mist passed between her lips.

Before she could stop herself, she breathed in, and the pink mist filled her lungs. However, the instant she took it inside herself, she knew it was bad news. The throbbing warmth between her legs redoubled, and a flaming warmth flushed through every inch of her body.

Instantly, she felt more sensitive, especially between her legs and inside her bra. Her clit engorged with blood, throbbing inside its tight hood, and her nipples stiffened with it. As aroused as she was from the kiss, the arousal increased several times over as the pink mist filled her lungs.

"Good," the mummy said, and the words tickled Georgia's lips.

"I... Mmnghh... Ah..." Georgia moaned, rubbing her thighs together. Before she knew it, the inside of her panties was a slick mess, and her eyes fluttered at the feeling. It was bad enough with the pink mist filling her lungs, but the sudden praise caught her off guard.

"Good." The mummy spoke the words directly against Georgia's lips, keeping their mouths centimeters apart.

Once again, Georgia felt a strange thrill as the creamy voice echoed through her head. Every sultry syllable turned her on more, and she clenched her thighs together. It felt like she would go crazy as the praise of the mummy washed through her, yet the strange anticipation tingling in her pussy was impossible to deny.

"Good." The mummy repeated it yet again, as if recognizing the effect it had on her. "Good girl."

"Mnnghhhh!?" Georgia let out a surprised cry as the second word came with it, and her pussy clenched with satisfaction. She'd never thought she had an inclination to enjoy those two words together, yet as the tall mummy stood over her, Georgia's back arched with satisfaction. It felt good to be called a good girl.

"Shall we begin?" The mummy asked, and Georgia looked up in surprise.

A few more of the cloth wrappings had slipped away, and now she was sure of it. The woman inside those wrappings was beautiful. She could see an intense pair of crimson irises staring at her, and the mummy had a sharp set of features to go with it. Even with the loose cloth obscuring her face, Georgia's heart skipped at the beauty of the other woman's expression.

"Begin?" Georgia asked, realizing the mummy had given her a chance to answer.

"My name is Queen Amunet, and I shall have you entertain me after my long sleep." Amunet, as she introduced herself, pushed her throbbing cock against Georgia's belly, rubbing it up and down over her navel. "Or do you not wish to entertain me?"

Georgia panted for breath. It was bad enough with the kiss that had left her feeling frisky, but then Amunet had breathed that pink mist into her lungs, and the sudden praise left Georgia's mind feeling mushy.

Her pussy might as well have been a furnace inside her panties, and the throbbing anticipation in her clit left her mind spinning. The chill from the underground gate was long gone, yet her nipples stood taut inside her bra. She was so aroused she would have agreed to anything, and every additional syllable Amunet spoke turned her on even more. There was no way Georgia could have said no.

"Uhm... Maybe for just a bit, then I really should be going." Georgia panted for breath, chest heaving as she stared up at Amunet. Even if this goddess was an ancient mummy, she was too horny to care.

"Good answer," Amunet whispered, and Georgia shuddered again.

She felt the throbbing, barely contained cock press against her belly, and Amunet began thrusting against her abdomen. It wasn't exactly what Georgia had in mind, but the sudden stroke of the massive member against her skin left her mind spinning.

"Yes..." Georgia whispered under her breath, and she relaxed back against the golden wall behind her. Amunet still had her hands pinned above her head, but the position only made her even more turned on. "Yes!"

She moaned as Amunet thrust against her belly. Her pussy clenched and unclenched reflexively, imagining the massive member fucking her. She probably ought to be resisting more, but the cock felt so good against her skin, and she was so wet, her sex felt like a furnace as the needy warmth pulsed through her labia and clit.

"Good girl..." Amunet said again, and Georgia shuddered.

Her already restless arousal felt like it was bursting at the seams. Over and over, she rubbed her thighs together, panting heavily as the thick cock rubbed against her belly. It felt like her thoughts were coming from a distant tunnel, yet the heat vibrating in her body felt too good to ignore.

"Please..." Georgia whispered beneath her breath. "Don't tease me."

"But where's the fun in that?" Amunet grabbed the collar of Georgia's white shirt, and she tore it off, revealing her smooth belly and dark red bra underneath. However, she continued thrusting against her belly, endlessly stroking her cock against Georgia's navel.

She was definitely teasing her, but there was little Georgia could do about it. Her eyes fluttered with each thrust against her abdomen, and a fuzzy warmth flickered to life in her belly. Every stroke of the cock against her belly further fanned the hot arousal throbbing between her legs, and Georgia's heart pounded in her ears as the restless urges built inside her.

Over and over, Amunet continued rocking her hips against her, and Georgia felt like she would go crazy. As she hung from her arms, dangling from the cloth wrappings around her wrists, her mind went blank, and soft moans escaped her lips. Despite only feeling the cock against her belly, it left her mind spinning.

"Here is the release you desire..." Amunet thrust one last time, and her cock twitched, spurting a shot of milky seed out onto Georgia's abdomen.

The instant the seed was released, Georgia's eyes fluttered, and she felt a wave of euphoria wash through her body. It wasn't an orgasm, far from it, but a smile crept onto her lips, and she moaned. If anything, the feeling of Amunet's hot seed against her skin only turned her on more, and it fanned the fuzzy warmth building up below her navel.

"Ah... Mnghh..." Georgia gave another moan, then she felt her wrists release, and she fell to the ground.

For a few seconds, she lay there in a daze, not even realizing she'd been released. However, when she realized her hands were free, she instantly pushed them between her legs, pawing at the crotch of her shorts. After the pink mist and the strange euphoria of receiving Amunet's seed on her belly, there was little else she could think of doing but masturbating.

"That's it... Entertain me more." Amunet crouched over her, and Georgia shuddered.

Beneath the cloth wrappings, there was a smirk on Amunet's lips, and her eyes twinkled with delight. Georgia had been scared when she thought she was a monster, but there was something even more terrifying about the look of amusement in Amunet's eyes.

For an ancient, thousands-of-years-old mummy, she looked far too human. Despite whatever supernatural powers she controlled her with, it seemed she was only interested in one thing, and Georgia shuddered at the thought. Even as she rubbed her pussy through her shorts and stroked the spot over her clit, a chill ran down her spine.

"What... What did you do to me?" Georgia asked breathlessly. "I can't stop masturbating!"

With a sickening lurch, she realized she couldn't pull away her hands. The need and arousal throbbing in her pussy wouldn't let her stop. Her clit was tingling non-stop, and every shift of her fingers over the outside of her shorts drove waves of satisfaction through her hips.

"Indeed," Amunet said with a nod. "I unlocked the urges dwelling deep inside you. You can entertain me much better like this."

Georgia gave another shudder, eyes fluttering as her fingers rubbed the spot over her clit. Even through the layers, it felt good. Her khaki shorts and cotton panties only amplified the pleasure of her fingers, and the slick arousal coating the inside of her underwear further enhanced her feverish masturbation.

"I... Mnghh... I really should get going," Georgia said between moans. The last of her sanity screamed at her to stop masturbating and run away, but it felt difficult when her fingers felt so good.

Amunet smirked down at her, watching her continue masturbating. Despite her mummy-like appearance, she really was beautiful, and Georgia found herself caught beneath the former queen's gaze. The way she stared down at her made Georgia's heart skip, and she sped up her fingers, shuddering.

"Your seed... It's so hot..." Georgia said in a hoarse whisper. She could still feel the warmth of Amunet's ejaculate on her belly, and despite losing her shirt and only wearing a bra now, Georgia's body felt like it was on fire.

The flames of arousal pulsed and throbbed in every corner of her body. She was so sensitive even the air against her skin made her mind spin, yet her pussy was even more sensitive, and she couldn't stop rubbing it. Georgia felt like she would surely lose her mind as she lay there, but Amunet shook her head.

"Why don't I give you some assistance, then? Let's make this interesting." Amunet gave a sultry laugh, and she raised two cloth-wrapped fingers, snapping them. "Run."

The word carried the same weight as the first commands she gave her, and Georgia felt the command echo in her mind. Before she could think of what she was doing, she rose to her feet and turned away, dashing out of the room.

Amunet stayed behind, watching her go. By some stroke of luck, Georgia had escaped, yet she couldn't feel like she was still dancing on Amunet's palm. Even as she ran out into the main hall of the pyramid, her hands continued to rub between her legs, keeping her on the edge of orgasm.

|| -- Chapter 4 -- ||

Georgia ran from the burial chamber with her hands stuffed between her legs. She panted for breath, her cheeks flushing and fingers rubbing over the crotch of her shorts. Every stroke against her drooling pussy sent her mind spinning, but she didn't have time to masturbate.

"I need to get out of here," Georgia said under her breath. "Mnghh..."

A moan escaped her lips, but she waddled towards the exit of the pyramid. Her knees rubbed against each other with every step, and it took all her fortitude to not collapse to the ground and finish masturbating, but she made progress.

"I can do this..." she said under her breath, and her eyes fluttered with satisfaction. She stepped through the rows of pedestals, each one holding priceless artifacts, but her mind was elsewhere.

Unconsciously, her left hand unzipped the front of her shorts, and she slid two fingers inside the hot, stuffy interior. Her index and middle fingers ground the damp crotch of her panties into her slit, rubbing the soft cotton between her labia.

Even without being directly touched, her clit tingled with satisfaction. The throbbing warmth in her pussy grew more intense as the pleasure spiked, and waves of euphoria washed through her lower half, causing her sex to clench and thighs to tremble.

She made it within a few meters of the exit, panting for breath and teetering at the edge of orgasm. Even as her conscious mind screamed at her to escape, her unconscious mind pushed her further and further, attempting to steer her into climax.

"If I can just get outside this pyramid," Georgia said under her breath. She had no plan for how she'd scale back up the waterfall, but she felt certain that breathing the fresh air outside would help.

The interior of the pyramid was much warmer than it was when she first arrived. With the oil lamps and torches lighting up the place, the heat had slowly built up, and beads of sweat formed on Georgia's body.

On her chest, the perspiration ran between her breasts, forming rivulets down onto her abdomen. She was practically naked without her shirt on, yet it still wasn't enough. Between her own fingers rubbing at her pussy and the residual heat building up around her, the smoldering warmth vibrated in every fiber of her being.

"Just a little further..." Georgia edged closer to the exit of the pyramid, her eyes fluttering and cheeks flushed. However, the closer she got, the more intense the pleasure grew, and her steps slowed down.

The waves of satisfaction were so intense her knees trembled and threatened to give out. She subconsciously clenched her thighs together, partly to stay standing and partly to eke out more pleasure as her fingers stroked the front of her panties. No matter how hard she tried to will herself to stop, her index and middle fingers rubbed up and down the outline of her slit, and her mind spun from the tingles of satisfaction coming out of her pussy.

Her clit felt like a hot coal burning on the inside of her stuffy panties. She wanted nothing more than to shed her uncomfortable underwear, but she had to keep moving. She had to escape first, then she'd finish masturbating.

"A little... further..." Georgia took a step forward, but a moan escaped between her lips. Even moving a single foot closer to the exit felt difficult. As her mind careened helplessly from the waves of pleasure, her legs threatened to give out from under her.

Georgia stared at the exit, panting for breath, but it felt futile. The exit was only a few meters away, but there was no way she could walk that far, not when she was teetering on the edge of such a large climax. Any second, she would topple over the edge, and then...

"Ready or not, here I come..." Amunet's voice echoed through the main hall of the pyramid, and a shiver ran down Georgia's back. The chilling words were enough to get her fingers to stop rubbing between her legs, pulling her back from the edge of her orgasm.

"I thought you were letting me go?" Georgia asked, blushing heavily, and she spun around.

Amunet stood at the entrance to her burial chamber, smiling at Georgia from across the hall. Since she had last seen her, the cloth wrappings around her head had been completely undone, revealing her regal features underneath. Just as Georgia had surmised earlier, she was a beauty unaffected by the millennia spent in her sarcophagus.

The former queen's lips were full, dark, and carried the same glowing umber as the rest of her body. They were currently twisted into a smirk, and the sight made a familiar flutter run through Georgia's belly. The knowing smile and amused gaze pierced Georgia to her core.

"I really should get going..." Georgia said, and she took a step back, but her blush grew more intense the longer she felt Amunet's gaze on her.

"I would be a fool to let such a cute little thing like you leave," Amunet said, and she stepped forward. "I let you run, but only so I could chase you."

The words made Georgia's heart pound even harder in her ears, and she took another step back. However, she hit something behind her, and she glanced back to see a glowing wall of light blocking the exit to the pyramid. The light was semi-transparent, but its surface was hard as stone, and it erased any hope she had of escaping.

"I think I'll add you to my collection," Amunet said. "You can entertain me for a few hundred more years yet. The afterlife gets so boring, you know?"

She stepped forward, hips swaying from side to side, and Georgia found her eyes drawn to the sight. She still had a thick cock swinging between her legs, but the rest of Amunet's body was just as beautiful. Her full figure was accentuated by the cloth wrappings around her body, and Georgia's heart skipped as she glanced over Amunet's form.

Since she'd left the burial chamber, the wrappings had been tidied up. Both her nipples were fully covered, and more of her massive cleavage was exposed. Between her legs, her cock only had a single thin wrapping encircling it, and it seemed to trace artfully around the bulging veins of her member. Rather than being a necessary part of her, the cloth wrapping looked more like a stylistic choice.

"I'm really not that entertaining..." Georgia said, and she looked up from Amunet's cock, meeting the queen's eyes. "I think you'll get bored with me fast."

"Nonsense." Amunet stepped up in front of Georgia, and she placed one finger into the opening in her shorts. "You're plenty entertaining, my cute little pet."

She slid her finger up and down over the outline of her labia, rubbing her index finger into her slit. Even through her thin cotton panties, Georgia's mind spun from the stimulation. After accidentally edging herself, she was even more feverishly horny than before.

"Ah..." Georgia let out a sigh, and her hips bucked reflexively against the touch. Even as her conscious mind tried desperately to think about how to escape, the urges coursing between her legs were undeniable. Each gentle rub of Amunet's finger against her slit felt better than the last, and an embarrassing moan escaped her lips.

"See? I think we'll get along just fine." Amunet's smile widened, and Georgia glanced up to meet her eyes. Amunet's face was framed by the beautiful dark braids of her hair, and pieces of golden jewelry were intertwined in them, making it almost look like she was glowing.

"Mnhh..." Georgia's legs could barely keep her up. The more she stared into Amunet's beautiful features, the more difficult it was to concentrate, and she was beginning to regret unzipping her shorts.

With her shorts half open, Amunet was easily able to slide her fingers into them, rubbing her pussy from outside her panties. Her expert fingers made Georgia's mind spin, but she couldn't let herself give in. She had to find some way to escape, some way to resist the tingles of pleasure twitching through her pussy.

"Oooh... That feels so good!" Georgia's back arched as Amunet dug into the top of her slit, grinding down against her clit, and any thought of resistance melted away in an instant. The more Amunet rubbed her throbbing clit, the more her thoughts fell into a deep fog, and she struggled to breathe as helpless moans escaped her lips.

"Why not join me in my sarcophagus?" Amunet asked with a smile. "It'll feel even better; I promise."

Georgia glanced down at Amunet's swelling cock. The sight of it made her heart skip, and the promise would surely include that thick member filling her pussy. Just thinking about how the fat cock would feel inside her tight sex made her clench in anticipation, but she shook her head.

"I really need to get going," Georgia said, blushing. What little remained of her sanity desperately begged her to run away.

"Are you sure?" Amunet asked with a smirk. She slowed her fingers down, holding Georgia at the precipice of orgasm. "We'll both have so much fun in my sarcophagus, you know?"

"Mnghh..." Georgia felt her ears burn as the invitation repeated, and her blushing cheeks felt like they were physically on fire. With Amunet holding her at the peak of pleasure, it felt impossible to say no, but the last of her sanity barely won out. "I really need to get going..."

"I see... Your will is stronger than I expected," Amunet said, and her eyes twinkled with amusement. "I'm going to enjoy this."

She pulled her fingers back from Georgia's pussy. Instead of pushing her over the edge, she twisted her hand around, and she grasped the front of her shorts. Georgia looked down at the peculiar position of Amunet's hand, but her mind was spinning too hard from the second edging to realize what it meant.

"What are you--?!" she began to ask, but her words stuck in her throat.

Amunet pulled on the front of her shorts, and she tore the khaki right off her body. In an instant, Georgia stood in only her panties and bra. Both were a matching rouge color, and she was quite fond of them, but they left little of her body to the imagination.

"Those were my best shorts," Georgia said in a protesting mewl, and she covered her chest and crotch. However, her blushing grew even worse now that she was practically naked.

With Amunet's thick cock already at full mast and without the fingers rubbing her pussy, Georgia found herself staring at the member. Her twice-edged brain grew more and more conscious of how naked she was now and how throbbingly hard Amunet's cock was.

"Uhm..." Georgia stammered, and the blush filled her cheeks, turning her entire face bright red. There was something about Amunet's thick cock, with the way the veins bulge along its shaft... It made all her thoughts grind to a halt, and she couldn't look away even if she wanted to.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Amunet asked, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Do you need some encouragement, my cute little pet?"

"Uh..." Georgia looked up from the cock, and she gave a nervous laugh. What was she doing? Why was she naked, and where had her shorts gone? Several questions flashed through her mind, but Amunet answered them all with a single word.

"Run," she said with a smirk.

The word echoed in Georgia's ears, and it snapped her back to reality. She really should run away, and her legs began moving on their own. She dashed to the side and fled deeper into the pyramid. However, her heartbeat was pounding not from fear, but from arousal. Even as she ran away, butterflies of anticipation filled her belly.

"That's it, my cute little pet," Amunet said, smiling. "Let's enjoy a little game of hide-and-seek, shall we?"

|| -- Chapter 5 -- ||

Georgia dashed between the pedestals of treasure, and she ducked into an adjoining chamber. The new room had large pillars and a slanted ceiling. It formed a secondary hall through the pyramid, and there were additional rooms connecting to it.

From between the pillars, Georgia spotted the entrances to much more extravagant chambers. One had a large spa area filled with sand, another had a set of spears and weapons on display, and the last was dimly lit, making it impossible to see what lay inside.

"I don't know how I'm going to get out of here," Georgia said breathlessly. "But for now, I need to hide!"

She made a split-second decision and ran into the dimly lit room. She didn't know what lay inside, but it would surely provide the best hiding spot. After all, the other two rooms were brightly lit, and she saw no visible hiding spots from the entrance.

Georgia stepped deeper into the dark room, and the ground changed texture beneath her feet. Instead of hard stone, it grew into a soft bed of sand. The sand didn't feel deep, but she welcomed the change of pace.

"Let's hide over here..." she said under her breath, and she crawled over to the corner of the room.

She still couldn't see what was inside the dark room, but she felt some hanging ropes or vines on the wall. Without thinking, she pulled a few of them over herself, attempting to obscure her form. She doubted Amunet would see her in such dim lighting, but she could use all the help she could get.

Silently, Georgia sat with her back against the corner, covering herself with the rope-like vines, and she stared at the entrance to the room.

"Ready or not... here I come." Amunet's voice rang out through the pyramid, and Georgia heard her cloth-wrapped feet padding through the hall she had come from. "Where has my cute little pet gone, I wonder?"

Georgia's pulse quickened as she heard her announce the start of the game. Despite herself, she felt a small flutter in her belly at the thought of getting caught. Would Amunet finally use her cock, or would she tear off the remaining underwear and send her running for a third time?

A blush filled Georgia's cheeks, and she tightened her grip on the vines, pulling them tighter around herself.

It wasn't like she wanted to get filled with Amunet's cock or anything, but she had been edged twice now, and her panties were a mess. The slick arousal coating the inside of them felt gross, yet she was only getting wetter by the minute, and the throbbing warmth of her pussy felt like an oven in the tight underwear.

Subconsciously, she rubbed her thighs together, cheeks burning in the dim light of the room.

"Is she here, I wonder?" Amunet paused at the entrance to the room, and Georgia's heart skipped at the sound of her voice.

She was so close, and Georgia could see the curvy silhouette of the ancient queen against the outside light. Once again, she was reminded of just how wide Amunet's hips were, and the shape of her full-bodied figure made Georgia's heart pound in her ears.

Even without her cock, Amunet was drop-dead gorgeous. Georgia wasn't the type to get nervous around beautiful women, but she could still remember the soft sway of the queen's hips as she advanced on her in the previous hall. The cool confidence of the former queen made her clit tingle with anticipation, and it took all Georgia's effort not to rub it.

"I guess she's not here." Amunet smirked, and she turned around, heading further down the hall. "Where has my cute pet gone, I wonder?"

Georgia let out a sigh of relief as her voice faded into the distance. However, the instant she relaxed, the surrounding vines began to move.

"Eh--?" She blinked with confusion as the rope-like appendages took on life around her.

Before she could react, they wrapped around her wrists, pulling them above her head, and two more tentacle-like vines reached down to her underwear. They bound her arms in place while peeling back her panties, and Georgia shuddered at the feeling.

"Wait, I'm... Ah--" The feeling of the cool air hitting her fiery sex made her eyes flutter with satisfaction. However, it only lasted a few seconds. "Hang on; why are these vines moving?"

Her mind caught back up to what was happening, and she tried to pull away from the vines, but they bound her tighter. Two wrapped around her mouth, silencing her, and another two pressed between her legs, rubbing her pussy directly.

"Mngh...? Mnghh..." She let out a muffled moan through the vines, but with Amunet searching for her, she couldn't raise her voice very loud. A soft sigh escaped her nose as she muffled her mewls of satisfaction. "Nhhhh..."

The vines were smooth, and her twice-edged brain welcomed their touch as they slid between her labia. Despite the strange situation, she was still horny out of her mind and frustrated from being teased. Before she knew what she was doing, her hips rocked back and forth against the thin vines.

(This is bad.) Georgia thought to herself, and she shuddered. (If they keep touching me like that, I'll come...)

She felt herself quickly rising back towards climax. Her pussy clenched and twitched beneath their teasing touch, and her mind spun as the waves of pleasure washed out from between her legs. Whenever they rose to the apex of her slit and flicked across her sensitive clit, her moans grew louder.

"Mnghhh! Mnghhh...!" (No, I have to keep quiet...)

She shook her head, struggling between the pleasurable touch of the tentacle-vines and the nervous anticipation of Amunet returning. If she came, there was no way she could hold back her voice, especially after getting edged twice in a row.

Her heart pounded at the thought of what was about to happen, yet she was helpless inside the tight vines. Two more pulled open her legs, and she watched her panties disappear into the shadows, getting pulled away by the more mischievous tendrils.

"Nnhhhh... Nhhhhh..." she panted through her nose, eyes fluttering with satisfaction. She tried her best to hold back, but she felt it coming. The massive orgasm she had been denied before was... coming.

Her back arched, and the pleasure swelled in her hips. Flashes of light crackled before her eyes, and she felt herself crossing the boundary of no return. However, right before she reached her orgasm, Amunet's voice rang out through the room.

"Perhaps I should check the shadow tentacles, just in case..." Amunet stood in the room's doorway, and Georgia's eyes widened at the sight of her silhouette reappearing. However, that was the least of her worries.

Right when Amunet spoke, the vines pulled back from her slit, letting her pussy twitch helplessly without their touch. With her surprise combined with the sudden cessation of pleasure, Georgia felt herself pulled back from over the edge, and a twinge of frustration ran through her.

(No way... I was so close!) Even as she narrowly avoided screaming out from an orgasm, her cheeks flushed as the burning arousal simmered in her belly. The dissatisfaction made her needy sex twitch uncontrollably, and she let out a breathy sigh of disappointment from her nose.

"Perhaps I'll check the sand-wraith pit again," Amunet said, and she turned around, heading in the opposite direction.

When she left, the vines resumed their touch at Georgia's clit, and a few more of them formed a large tentacle cock, burying itself inside her dripping pussy. The sudden penetration was so intense, stars flashed in her eyes, and Georgia let out an inadvertent moan into the tentacles around her mouth.

(Is this their game?) She wondered to herself. With each thrust of the vine-cock inside her, Georgia's mind spun, but it moved slowly, just barely enough to guide her toward a gradual orgasm. It was almost like they were purposefully keeping her from coming.

"Nghhh..." Georgia gave another moan into the vine gag around her mouth, and she rolled her hips with the thrust of the tentacle cock.

For what felt like minutes, the teasing of her pussy continued, and only after a large puddle had formed beneath her sex did Georgia feel herself reaching the edge. Every stroke of the cock inside her sex felt like bliss, and her mind spun from satisfaction. However, it also made her uneasy.

If it stopped just short again, if her thrice-edged brain was put through another teasing, she felt like she would go crazy. Any thought of staying hidden melted away as the smoldering desire burned hot in Georgia's belly, and her eyes fluttered with satisfaction.

Just a little more, and she would get there. Just a few more strokes, and she'd reach the promised land. The massive orgasm she'd been denied would finally wash through her, and all her worries would disappear with it. All she wanted was to come, but just when she felt herself passing the point of no return...

"My cute little pet is so good at this game..." Amunet stood in the doorway, smirking into the shadows. There was no way she could see her, yet Georgia felt as if she were staring right at her. "Where, oh where, is my cute little pet, I wonder? Perhaps I'll go check the weapons store one last time..."

(No...) Georgia shook her head, feeling herself drawing back from the edge.

The tentacle in her pussy had paused, and the ones at her clit barely moved, only keeping her right at the edge of toppling over into her long-awaited orgasm. The frustration of getting teased boiled over, and it rose to a fevered pitch in Georgia's mind.

She didn't know how she was going to escape the pyramid, and if she were caught by Amunet again, her chances of escaping were even lower. However, she didn't care. She needed release. She needed to come.

"Mnghhhh! Mnghh!" Georgia cried out through the gag of the vines, but it was too late. Amunet had already left, and the tentacles resumed their stroking, guiding her towards yet another orgasm. However, they moved even slower this time.

Georgia let out a frustrated sigh at how languid the vine-cock was inside her pussy, and her clit felt like it would explode as the tentacles teased it with feather-like touches. She felt herself rising towards her next edging, yet she was helpless to resist the pleasure of the tentacles, and she knew that only more of their teasing edgings awaited her in the future.

--

"I suppose I should check the shadow tentacles after all," Amunet said, and she swaggered into the dimly lit room.

The shadow tentacles were weak to light, so she normally kept the room in pitch-black darkness. In some sense, it was the best place in the pyramid to hide, but it was also the worst. With a grin, Amunet snapped her fingers, and a purple ball of light appeared beside her, illuminating her surroundings.

Her cute little pet lay passed out in the tight binding of the shadow tentacles. A spiral-shaped cock thrust into her in slow, rhythmic thrusts, and the cute little blonde twitched as it filled her tight pussy. Amunet watched with an amused smile as her cute little pet teetered at the precipice of pleasure, and she nodded to herself.

"That will do," she said to the shadow tentacles. "I think you've softened her up more than enough."

The murky vines released Georgia, and she slumped to the ground. The soft purple light of Amunet's spell wasn't much, but it illuminated a swarm of dark glyphs swirling around Georgia's body. Each one crawled across her skin like it had a life of its own, and Amunet nodded to herself.

"The curse is coming along well," she said to herself, looking at the glyphs with a sharp eye. "It's wonderful that my cute little pets can play together so nicely."

Amunet reached out, and she placed a single finger on Georgia's inner thigh. The instant she touched her, more of the inky dark glyphs ran out from her finger and spread across her body. With that, she progressed the ancient curse into its final stages.

|| -- Chapter 6 -- ||

When Georgia came to, she lay on a stone altar. Five tall torches burned around her in a circle, and a sheen of sweat covered her skin. The flame-tipped torches warmed the room, but even more than that, the heat in her body came from raw arousal.

Her nipples stood on end beneath her rouge bra, and they formed small bumps in the material. Further down, her panties were nowhere to be found, and her drooling sex was on full display, making a small puddle of arousal on the altar beneath her butt.

"Ah... Mnhh--" Georgia reflexively covered her crotch, and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Just covering her pussy further fanned the flames of arousal burning in her belly.

She could still remember the vines that had teased her. They had fucked her until she'd gone crazy and then kept going until she'd passed out. Their teasing touch at her clit and inside her pussy had left her crotch tingling with anticipation, and even after waking up, the needy urges lingered between her legs.

"Hah... Mnghh..." Georgia struggled to breathe beneath the weight of the smoldering arousal in her belly. It truly felt as if she would lose her mind if she didn't come soon.

Without thinking, she pushed two fingers inside herself and rubbed her palm over her engorged clit. She began masturbating like she always did, stroking her fingers in and out as she tapped her palm against her clit. The motion was so familiar, her mind melted into the pleasure of her hand, but it was something she normally did alone, not in the middle of an archeological site like this pyramid.

"Mnnh... Mnn!" Georgia let out a moan, and her hand sped up. Even as her ears burned from embarrassment, she couldn't stop masturbating even if she wanted to.

Every stroke of her fingers sent waves of pleasure tingling out of her pussy, and her throbbing clit felt like heaven as she massaged it with her palm. After so many edges, her entire being focused on the need to come. Her half-mush brain refused to think about anything else, and she guided herself steadily towards her long-awaited orgasm.

"It seems my cute little pet can't hold herself back any longer..." Amunet stepped into the doorway of the altar room, and she smiled over at her. "What a pleasant sight for me to return to."

"Ah... This isn't what it looks like." Georgia shook her head, panting for breath. "I'm just... Oh, god. I need to... Mnnnh."

She could barely form words as she played with her pussy. Over and over, she pushed her fingers inside herself and clenched down around them, basking in the fullness they provided. A little further up, her clit buzzed with satisfaction, and every tap of her palm against the throbbing button sent her mind spinning.

"I think this is exactly what it looks like," Amunet said, and she swaggered into the room. "You're warming yourself up for my arrival, aren't you?"

"No..." Georgia shook her head. However, her pulse quickened as Amunet's gorgeous body came to a stop in front of her.

The cloth wrapping around her body formed a skin-tight layer that left little of her curves to the imagination. On her chest, the wrappings even left her cleavage exposed, and Georgia's eyes glanced between the swell of her breasts and then down at her massive cock.

The sight of Amunet's member stoked her arousal to even higher heights, and Georgia moaned reflexively. It felt like the fire in her belly would burst out. She was so desperately horny, and the fuzzy warmth in her abdomen begged her for more. Despite how good her fingers felt, she knew Amunet's cock would feel even better.

"I'm just... Mnhh." Georgia let out a breathy sigh, and she shook her head, trying to pull her gaze away from the thick, veiny member between the ancient queen's legs. "I'm just taking a break... This isn't what it looks like."

"There's no reason to explain yourself, dear." Amunet's smile widened, and she sauntered around behind Georgia, breathing the words directly into her ear. "You couldn't help yourself, could you? It's only natural to relieve your urges, and if this is how you relax, then so be it, right?"

Georgia shuddered as she felt Amunet's large breasts push into her back. The feeling of her breath against her neck sent chills down her spine, but it only amplified the waves of pleasure crashing through her hips. Before she knew what she was doing, she sped up her hand, pistoning it in and out of her dripping pussy.

"Yes..." she said under her breath, and her eyes fell into a half-lidded lull. "I'm just relieving my urges."

"That's it. Keep going," Amunet whispered encouragingly. "Just a little further, and..."

Georgia's toes curled over the edge of the stone altar, and she leaned back against the ancient queen, arching her back. As Amunet said, she just needed to go a little further, and Georgia felt herself approaching the edge, eyes fluttering with satisfaction.

Every stroke of her fingers felt better than the last, and she sped up her hand, pistoning in and out of her dripping pussy. At the apex of her slit, her throbbing clit tingled with satisfaction, and every slap of her palm against it left her mind spinning. However, right before her feverish masturbation could bear fruit, Georgia's hand slowed down.

"What!? No... Mnghhhhh!" She tried to will her fingers to resume, but they took on a mind of their own.

Slowly, they teased her sex, sliding in and out in a gradual motion. Each pump pushed her a little closer to the edge, but it wasn't enough. She felt the orgasm slipping away, and a flame of frustration burned hot in her sex. No matter how good it felt, it was like she was doomed to never reach orgasm.

"Why...?" Georgia asked breathlessly, and she shook her head. "What did you do to me?"

"It's simple," Amunet said. "Your body is craving something more. It knows that you would never be satisfied by your fingers, not after being teased for so long."

"I think I know my body best," Georgia said, shaking her head, but an embarrassed blush filled her cheeks. If she had to describe what her body desired, it was to come by any means necessary.

Even as she spoke, her fingers resumed stroking in and out of her pussy. She pistoned them into herself on instinct, and a satisfied sigh escaped her lips. There was no way her 'body' was intentionally edging her, not when it yearned for release this badly. Even if she wanted to, she couldn't bring herself to pull away her hand.

"Perhaps a more illustrative example would be better." Amunet snapped her fingers, and a large mirror floated out of the corner of the room. "Take a look, my cute little pet."

"Huh...?" Georgia's eyes widened as she saw the mirror float in front of her. However, her surprise came not from the floating furniture but from what lay on the other side of the reflective glass.

Dark glyphs, similar to the ones she saw in the subterranean channel, were scrawled across her body. They looked almost like tattoos covering her skin, but she couldn't see them with her own eyes. They were only visible in the mirror, and they were much more lively than normal tattoos.

As she watched them, the glyphs crawled across her skin. Several traced in between her breasts, traveled beneath her bra, and came out the other side. Others ran around her neck and collarbones, forming languid streams of glyphs. However, most of them were swarmed around two areas.

The first spot was on her belly. The dark glyphs danced around the spot below her navel like a swarm of bees. More of them were present on her inner thigh, and they encircled it almost like a physical ring, spinning around the base of her leg.

"When did those get there?" Georgia asked with a shudder.

"These appeared when I first marked you," Amunet said, and she reached around Georgia, placing a finger below her navel.

It was the same spot where she had ejaculated when they first met, and Georgia shuddered at the feeling of her touch on it. She could still remember how the warm seed felt on her belly, but it had disappeared when she ran out of the room, and these dark glyphs were what it had turned into.

"These appeared when we first kissed," Amunet said, and she traced over the glyphs running along her collarbones.

Georgia's eyes widened with surprise, and she stared at Amunet in the mirror. As she watched, the ancient queen leaned down, and she gave a gentle kiss on her shoulder, brushing her lips along the edge of her bra's strap.

The instant her lips touched her skin, more of the dark glyphs danced out from the contact, and they crawled down over her breasts and traced languid lines over her body. Georgia shuddered at the sight, yet the feeling of Amunet's lips against her shoulder felt good, and her fingers sped up between her legs.

"Mnnh..." She gave a moan, and Amunet pulled back with a laugh.

"You really are cute, my little pet." She stepped even closer to Georgia, and she gently pushed the hoops of her bra off her shoulder, loosening the last garment protecting her dignity. "I'm going to enjoy these next few centuries."

"Uhm... Please, wait." Georgia pushed the shoulders of her bra back up, and she shook her head. "What do you mean by centuries? Humans don't live that long. I'm not sure about mummies, but..."

She glanced back over one shoulder at Amunet, then shook her head. Even her lust-addled brain could tell there was a hidden meaning behind her words.

"It's simple," Amunet said with a smile, and she reached around Georgia's waist, pulling her tighter against her. "I won't let any of my cute little pets die. Once we complete the ritual, you won't have to worry about growing old or withered. We'll have an eternity to play together in my afterlife."

Georgia's heart pounded in her ears. As Amunet pulled her hips back, her hands put pressure on her lower abdomen, exactly where the dark glyphs had swarmed, and the touch pushed on the fuzzy warmth that had been smoldering below her navel.

"Ah..." she said with a sigh, and a shudder ran through her. Even the gentle pressure against her belly made Georgia's mind spin.

"See?" Amunet asked with a smile. "You're ready to become my pet, aren't you?"

"No..." Georgia said under her breath. "I need to get out of here. I need to tell the world about this place."

The number of artifacts in the pyramid could solve dozens of mysteries about ancient Egypt, and that was to say nothing of what information Amunet knew. If she could get a serious interview with a living mummy, she'd become world famous.

Perhaps the idea of interviewing a mummy was absurd, but so too was her situation. Georgia's ears burned as she thought about how she'd gotten caught inside the pyramid.

"It seems you still require more encouragement to join me," Amunet said. "Very well. Allow me to convince you, my cute little pet. Once I'm done, you won't worry about the outside world ever again."

"What do you mean? Ah!?" Georgia's eyes widened as Amunet suddenly grasped the front of her bra, and she tore it off, leaving her completely naked. At last, she was fully nude, and Georgia blushed as the chilly air licked at her nipples.

"I think you know exactly what I have in mind," Amunet said in a whisper, and she scooped up Georgia's C cups into her hands, squeezing them. "I'll show you the heights of pleasure unknown to mortal minds."

|| -- Chapter 7 -- ||

Georgia panted for breath, and a sheen of sweat covered her body. She sat on the stone altar, staring into a mirror, and the reflective glass showed every inch of her body. As the torchlight flickered over her figure, Georgia stared at herself, and a deep blush filled her cheeks.

Amunet stood behind her, and she traced gentle circles around her areola.

Every spin of her fingers sent tingles of pleasure racing out of her stiff nipples, and small mewls of pleasure escaped Georgia's lips. After getting edged so many times in a row, her helplessly aroused mind could do little more than bask in the feeling of Amunet's fingers on her breasts.

"That's it, my cute little pet. Relax into the pleasure. Let your mind drift and enjoy this for what it is." Amunet met Georgia's gaze in the mirror, and she smiled softly at her. "Once you accept your place as my pet, I'll treat you to even more wonderful experiences."

"I... I don't know if that's a good idea..." Georgia said with a shudder. Despite her words, her clit throbbed with arousal, and her pussy drooled between her legs. The smoldering warmth in her belly made it impossible to think, and the insistent massage around her nipples made her mind go blank.

Did she really want to resist? Amunet's offer sounded so tempting, and just the touch at her nipples was enough to make Georgia's breath catch in her throat. Her skillful fingers felt better than should be physically possible, and every flick of her nipples sent a tremor through Georgia's body.

She squirmed atop the altar, rubbing her thighs together endlessly. Droplets of sweat dripped down her body, and she tried to lean away from Amunet's insistent touch, but it was like her fingers were magnetized to her breasts. They honed in on every weak point and stoked her arousal higher.

Amunet's fingers descended lower, and she cupped Georgia's breasts in her palms. Those long, elegant fingers dug into the sides of her chest, massaging the outer edges of her sensitive breasts, and Georgia's heart pounded in her chest.

Even more than from her sensitive nipples, Amunet's eagle grip on her breasts knocked the breath out of Georgia. Her hands were so strong, and they pulled her tight while continuing to massage her breasts. She could barely breathe as Amunet's fingers ground into the lymph nodes of her chest, yet the breathless intensity of the groping motion only turned her on more.

"Ah..." Georgia moaned, and her eyes fluttered with satisfaction. Subconsciously, she leaned her head back against Amunet's shoulder, basking in the satisfaction of her hands on her chest.

"If you really want me to stop, then just say so," Amunet whispered. She placed a kiss on the underside of her jaw, and her fingers reached up to give a pinch on Georgia's nipples. "I have confidence in my skills, but if this is unpleasant for you..."

"Mnghhh..." Georgia's thighs clenched even tighter as Amunet pinched her nipples. It was a gentle pinch, yet her hips trembled as waves of ecstasy washed through her sensitive breasts. "It's not unpleasant at all."

She let out a breathy sigh, shaking her head. In her mind, she knew she should put up more of a fight. She didn't want to get trapped in a dusty old pyramid for a hundred years. However... Amunet's hands felt far too good to ignore.

Georgia could still remember how she'd reached inside her shorts and fingered her up against the wall. The intensity of her touch was burned into the recesses of her mind, and the thought of spending a hundred years of bliss beneath those dexterous digits... it turned her on even more.

"Ah... Mnghhh..." Georgia rolled her head to the side, and she buried her face in the crook of Amunet's neck. The soft feeling of her cloth wrappings was strangely comfortable, and as she teetered on the precipice of orgasm, she took a deep sniff, filling her brain with the musky odor of the ancient goddess.

"All you have to do is say the word," Amunet whispered. "If you want me to stop, I will."

She circled Georgia's areola even slower, keeping her right on the edge of climax. Even a single flick over her nipples would send her over the edge, but Georgia was familiar with the feeling now. Even as she teetered dangerously close to the long-awaited climax, a languid smile spread to her lips.

"Ah... Ahhh... Mnghh..."

All she had to do was say the word and Amunet would stop, yet her lust-addled mind couldn't bring herself to do it. It would be so easy to lie and say she disliked this, yet that felt impossible. There was no way she could lie, not when her breasts felt this good.

Georgia's mind spun with every soft circle of her areola, and she gave another breathy sigh of satisfaction. She didn't know how long Amunet had been teasing her nipples for now, but it must have been a few hours, at least. The longer she basked under Amunet's expert fingers, the more difficult it was to think about resistance.

Amunet switched back to massaging her breasts. She squeezed them between her long, graceful fingers, and it felt like she was squeezing on Georgia's mind directly. All the tension drained from her body, and she squirmed helplessly on the altar, moaning breathlessly. As Amunet's thumb and little finger rubbed along the sides of her breasts, it felt as if the surrounding room spun around her, and she teetered right at the precipice of climax.

"I think you should be ready now," Amunet said softly. "Are you prepared to become my new pet? Surely you won't deny the urges of your body any longer, will you?"

Georgia shook her head. She had long since come to terms with the urges of her body. There was no way she could leave this pyramid without tasting Amunet's cock. However, just as great as her lust was the desire to be free.

"No... I don't care how good you are with your hands," Georgia said breathlessly. "I won't become your pet."

"Oh? So you can still resist yet, but that makes me want to turn you into my pet even more, you know?" Amunet breathed the words down her neck, and she stared at Georgia in the mirror, a dark smile spreading on her lips. "Are you sure that's the decision you want to make?"

Georgia stared back at Amunet breathlessly. Her hands were still wrapped around her breasts, and just their presence on her chest made butterflies run through her belly. Between Amunet's intense gaze and the vulnerable position she was in, it felt dangerous to further deny this ancient goddess, yet Georgia shook her head.

"I'd get restless staying in one place," she said. As an adventurer and archeologist, she wanted to discover more, not remain in a confined temple for hundreds of years, even if she got to have sex every day.

"You are already cursed, you know?" Amunet ran her fingers over the dark glyphs shifting over Georgia's body. "If I let you go now, you'll never be able to bring yourself to orgasm again, and your urges will forever go unsatisfied."

Georgia's heart pounded as Amunet's strong fingers descended to her belly. They teased at the spot below her navel, rubbing the area over her womb and motioning towards the dark glyphs scrawled across the area over her crotch. However, she shook her head.

"Even so..." Georgia said breathlessly. "I'd still explore new places. If I stayed here, I'd get restless. Even a pyramid as interesting as this would get boring after a while."

Perhaps she was drunk with lust. After getting edged so many times, her brain had truly turned to mush. However, that was the answer she felt in her heart of hearts. The only reason she'd come here was to explore, and that same urge to find new places wouldn't be satisfied in some musty old pyramid.

Amunet stared at her for several seconds, and then she shook her head. "Wrong answer."

--

"Huh?" Georgia blinked in surprise at those words.

Amunet's demeanor suddenly changed, and she pulled back her hands from Georgia's breasts, standing upright. The strange shift in tone made Georgia's heart race, and she swallowed nervously.

"I can't accept you insulting my pyramid," Amunet said, a sharp gleam filling her eyes. "Stand up."

Georgia reflexively stood up. She didn't feel compelled to follow the command like before, but there was something in Amunet's voice that left no room for disobedience. Between her intense gaze, Georgia's lust-melted brain, and the authoritative tone behind Amunet's words, she barely had a choice.

"I didn't mean to insult your pyramid," Georgia said in a stutter. "I just mean..."

She trailed off as Amunet put a hand on her cheek. The intense expression on the queen's face remained just as sharp as before, and the pounding in Georgia's chest grew worse. There was something about the feeling of Amunet's fingers on her cheek that made her breath catch in her throat.

"Here's how this is going to work," Amunet said. "You can leave now, and my curse will follow you through the rest of your natural life, or you can take my test. If you pass, I'll consider lifting the curse before kicking you out of my temple."

Georgia gave another nervous swallow. "What's the test?"

"I think you know what it is," Amunet whispered, and she stepped closer, pushing her large, throbbing cock up to Georgia's belly. It was the same position she was in during their first encounter, but her mind was even less prepared to handle it.

Georgia's pussy clenched as the throbbing member pushed against her belly. The endless edging came rushing back all at once, and her breathing grew heavy. Just the feeling of the hot member pressing against her abdomen sent her pulse racing.

"I see. So it's that kind of test, then." Georgia stared down at Amunet's cock, and a blushing warmth filled her cheeks.

A thick drop of precum beaded on the tip, and it wet Georgia's belly. As the thick cock rubbed against her abdomen, more and more of the slick precum dribbled out, and it coated her belly. She could still remember the last time Amunet had ejaculated all over her belly. The memories of it left a pang of regret in her chest; regret that she hadn't taken it inside herself sooner.

"It's that kind of test..." Georgia said, repeating herself.

It felt so difficult to think as the throbbing cock rubbed against her belly. The smoldering arousal in her belly had continued to build higher with each edge, and the fuzzy warmth had turned into a fire in her lower abdomen. Right beneath where Amunet's thick cock rested, her fiery lust burned hot with wanton need.

"That's right," Amunet said softly, and she put one finger beneath Georgia's chin, raising her gaze up towards her face. "If you can still say you want to leave after tasting my cock, I'll dispel the curse on you."

Georgia swallowed hard. Amunet's height thrust her large, swelling breasts in her face, and she had to stare up past them to meet the ancient queen's gaze. Between the two soft distractions in front of her and the intense pair of crimson eyes staring down at her, a flutter of anticipation ran through Georgia's belly.

"I... I can do that," Georgia said, swallowing. All she had to do was take Amunet's cock, then she could leave. That sounded easy, right? However, her out-of-control libido only rose higher with each passing second.

The clenching need in her cunt threatened to overwhelm her mind, and her clit throbbed with each pulse of her heart. Raw anticipation tingled in her pussy, and the thought of getting her sexual release from Amunet's thick cock nearly sent her over the edge. If she took that girthy, throbbing member inside her, would she still be able to ask to leave afterward?

"It's not like I'm a virgin or anything," Georgia said breathlessly. "I can take a cock or two..."

She didn't know what she was saying, but Amunet stared down at her in silence, letting her squirm. With each passing second, Georgia felt her need growing more intense, and she struggled to scramble a coherent thought together as Amunet's large member throbbed against her belly.

"Are you sure?" Amunet asked, breaking the silence at last. "If you get addicted to my cock, you won't be able to leave. You'll have to spend the rest of your days in this 'boring' pyramid, you know?"

"Ah... Mngh..." Georgia shuddered, eyes fluttering as the uncontained need flowed through her body.

Down below, her pussy drooled endlessly, and a slick wetness coated her thighs. She was more than ready enough to take Amunet's cock, even if it was so large. In fact, the emptiness in her sex needed to be filled. She could think of nothing better to satisfy the needy urges in her cunt than the thick cock pressing against her belly.

"Mnghhh..." Georgia gave another breathless moan, and she felt Amunet's fingers stroke her cheek softly.

In the back of her mind, a sliver of doubt nagged at her mind. Perhaps she ought to consider the other option. Amunet was offering to let her go now, and even if she was cursed, she'd be free. However, the raw lust twitching through her pussy felt far stronger.

She needed something to fill her tight cunt. The large, throbbing member in front of her looked too good to deny, and she was so horny, she felt like she would go crazy. If she had to experience yet another edge, she'd lose her mind.

"I can take it..." Georgia said, eyes fluttering as she imagined what Amunet's cock would feel like. "I accept your challenge."

"Are you truly sure?" Amunet asked, and she guided Georgia's chin upwards, forcing her to meet her gaze once more. "You wouldn't be the first to grow addicted to the pleasures I bring. Saner minds than yours attempted to resist and succumbed to temptation, you know?"

Georgia's breath caught in her throat as she stared up into Amunet's crimson eyes, but she shook her head.

"I need it..." she whispered under her breath. She needed Amunet's cock in her, or she'd go crazy. Who cared if she got addicted or she got trapped in this pyramid for a few centuries? She needed to come!

"Good answer." Amunet's lips curved into a satisfied smile, and she pushed the tip of her cock down, rubbing it between Georgia's slick labia. "Let the games begin, my pet."

"Ahh..." Georgia's mind barely registered the fact Amunet had called her a pet again. The feeling of her glans entering her lower lips sent her mind spinning, and she shuddered. "Yes..."

Amunet snapped her fingers, and ropes of cloth wrapping encircled Georgia's legs. They pulled her up and spread her lower half, giving Amunet ample room to thrust inside. As the thick cock hilted inside her, Georgia's mouth opened in a silent 'O' shape, and her eyes rolled up in her head.

"Yes! Fuck... Oh..." A shiver ran down her spine as she felt Amunet's full girth fill her pussy, and she coiled her insides around the member, clenching down around her cock. After hours of teasing and anticipation, the satisfaction left her mind spinning.

"That's it, my cute little pet. This is what you wanted all along, wasn't it?" Amunet asked, and she turned Georgia around, bending her over the stone altar. "This is what your body craves, isn't it?"

"Yes! Yes!" Georgia shouted out, and her back arched as Amunet's hips slammed against her butt. The thick member hilted inside her, and a twinge of satisfaction rippled through her pussy.

Even without being touched, her clit throbbed with satisfaction, and her mind felt thick and cloudy. The intense pleasure tingled out of her sex and washed through her lower half, causing her heart to pound in her ears. Every thrust of Amunet's thick cock into her pussy felt better than the last, and she let out one mewling moan after another.

"Yes... Oh, god. Yes!" Georgia screamed out, and she felt Amunet's hand grab her hair, pulling her backwards.

"I'm your god now," she whispered in her ear, and she sped up her hips, thrusting feverishly into her pussy.

"Yes... Fuck... Amunet!" Georgia screamed out in pleasure, clenching down around the thick cock and accentuating each thrust inside her cunt.

Even as Amunet pulled on her pigtails, the pleasure continued to rise. In fact, the feeling of the ancient queen pulling on her hair only turned her on more. Georgia had never considered herself to be that kinky, yet her eyes fluttered from the feeling.

Each smack of Amunet's hips into her butt made a shiver run down her spine, and the tingling pleasure built higher and higher in her cunt. Her untouched clit felt like a hot coal as the air wafted over the engorged button, but even the lick of the air against it made her mind spin.

Georgia let out one humiliating moan after another, basking in the pleasure. However, as she got lost in the feeling of Amunet's cock inside her, she felt something strange. The cloth wrapping around Amunet shifted, and it coiled around her legs.

While she bent over the altar, screaming in pleasure, the thin cloth wrapped around her thighs and squeezed them together, forcing her to clench down even harder around Amunet's cock. Georgia's eyes rolled up in her head at the feeling of her slick thighs rubbing together once more, but the cloth wrappings weren't done.

They encircled her arms and pinned them behind her, almost like a brace. Even as she moaned in pleasure, the cloth wrapping restrained her limbs and fixed her in place. Georgia's heart pounded at the feeling of her freedom slowly getting stolen away, yet the more she squirmed in tight restraints, the better it felt.

"Oh, god.... I mean, Amunet." Georgia blushed as she corrected herself. "It feels so good!"

"That's it, my cute little pet. Relax. It will be more fun that way." Amunet smiled, and she continued to extend the cloth wrapping, encircling more of Georgia's body.

She fully wrapped the cloth around her legs, arms, and torso. Before long, she was covered up to her neck in the cloth wrappings, just like Amunet was, and they fully restrained her, leaving her little option but to lean over the altar and accept the pounding in her ass.

"Mnghhh... Mnhhh..." Georgia moaned as the cloth wrapped around her mouth, eyes, and ears, but she was too lost in pleasure to care.

Every hilting thrust of Amunet's cock in her pussy felt better than the last, and shivers of satisfaction ran down her spine. If anything, having her eyes and ears covered only amplified the pleasure to new heights. She clenched down even harder around her cock, and she gave mewling moans into the soft cloth wrappings.

"That's it..." Amunet said with a smile, and she grasped Georgia's wrists, which were pinned together in the cloth wrapping. "I shall seal your curse, my cute little pet."

The ancient queen's laugh echoed in her ears, but Georgia's brain was too lust-addled to care. She felt herself rising toward the precipice of pleasure, and the approaching orgasm was stronger than any that came before.

Each of her lost climaxes seemed to come back, swelling in her hips and sending tingling pleasure crackling through her pussy and thighs. It felt like her lower half was melting away, yet she could feel each thrust of Amunet's cock inside her distinctly.

"Mnghhhh! Mngh! Mh! Mm--" Georgia's breath caught in her throat, and her back arched as the massive climax hit her.

Every muscle in her body tensed at once, and her vision went white. Despite the cloth wrapping obscuring her vision, it was like she was transported into a white void--a void where only Amunet's cock existed. The crest of pleasure built up, and time itself slowed down as she clenched down around the member. Then she fell over the other side of the cresting wave.

It felt like she was falling, and every muscle in her body began to twitch. Her mind felt like goo, yet the goo's only purpose was to receive the pleasure trembling through her body.

With the orgasm came a heightened sensitivity. She felt every twitching contraction as it rippled through her body, and it was especially strong between her legs. Over and over, her pussy convulsed and spasmed with pleasure, coiling around Amunet's cock and twitching against it.

Even without being touched, her clit throbbed with satisfaction, too. Every contraction caused her sensitive button to twitch against the tight fabric wrapping around her hips, and soft moans escaped her lips. It was as if her world were being consumed by the pleasure of her pussy and clit. However, her intense orgasm wasn't even half over.

Amunet's cock twitched inside her, and it spurted a shot of seed into her tight pussy. The hot seed sent Georgia toppling into a second climax, and her moans grew even louder, but Amunet's cock only released more seed. Over and over, she released the thick ejaculate inside her pussy, and Georgia toppled into an orgasm each time.

If she could view herself from the outside, she might notice the dark glyphs tracing over the cloth wrapping around her body. She might have also noticed how they glowed pink as Amunet's cock spurted each load into her pussy, but she didn't have eyes on the back of her head.

All she could feel was the pleasure as the dark glyphs carved the pleasure into her body.

She leaned over the altar, panting for breath and moaning with pleasure as the orgasms wracked her body. Up above, her stiff nipples formed bumps beneath the cloth wrapping, and her chest pressed uncomfortably against the stone of the altar, yet after getting teased for so long, even the pressure of pushing her breasts against the hard stone only amplified her pleasure to higher heights.

"Mnghh..." When the orgasms slowed down, Georgia let out a satisfied moan, panting for breath.

"That was good. You show promise, my cute little pet." Amunet let out a sigh, and she placed a hand on her ass, rubbing it through the layers of cloth wrapping.

From head to toe, she was wrapped in the cloth, and it was even tighter than Amunet's wrapping. For her part, Amunet still had her own cloth wrapping still tightly bound around her, but she had her head free and room for her chest to breathe, a luxury not afforded to Georgia.

"Mngh... Mn..." She groaned through the layers of cloth and tried to move in the tight wrapping, but she could barely squirm inside the tight restraints. "Mn? Mm, mmm?"

She tried speaking, but her question was muffled through the thick layers of cloth.

"You did good, my little pet." Amunet trailed her hand down, and she patted the slight bulge in Georgia's lower abdomen. After unleashing so much seed, her belly had a visible bulge where the thick seed was still being absorbed.

"Mnnghh..." Georgia shivered as the words of praise echoed in her ears, and as Amunet rubbed her swelling lower abdomen, a shiver ran down her spine. "Mnnh?"

"I'm not done yet," Amunet whispered. "Your test is hardly over, my pet."

She leaned over Georgia and spoke the words directly in her ear, and a nervous flutter ran through Georgia's belly. "Mnn!? Mnnnnnnn!"

"Don't worry. I think we'll both enjoy this very much," Amunet said with a smile. "I'll be taking my time with your test. I think a hundred years together should be ample time for us to be certain of whether you'd like to remain here."

Amunet snapped her fingers, and her sarcophagus appeared behind them. With one hand, she picked up Georgia and slung her over one shoulder. She then climbed into the sarcophagus with her, and the lid sealed over the top, locking them inside.

Georgia let out a confused moan as she felt herself getting carried, but the dark glyphs circling her cloth wrappings glowed, and a wave of arousal washed through her. It was just as intense as her lust was after the countless edgings, if not stronger.

"Mnghhh..." A moan escaped her lips, and she pushed her hips forward, plunging Amunet's cock back inside herself.

Inside the tight, dark confines of the sarcophagus, Amunet laughed, and she thrust back against Georgia. "That's it, my cute little pet. Let's enjoy ourselves for the next hundred years."

And so began a new chapter in Georgia's life. The years would blur together, and her mind would get lost in the pleasure of Amunet's cock. However, one thing remained fixed in her mind. When her 'test' was completed, she needed to remember to ask to leave. Georgia only hoped she could remember it after the hundred years were complete...

THE END.

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