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Chapter 1- 5
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Alex was sweating a bit as he trudged through the pillared hall. While the gear was lightweight, it wasn’t THAT light and Alex was glad he didn’t have to carry it much further in this heat. At least he was out of the direct sun inside this area of the temple. Where the heck is the girl at, Alex thought to himself. It’s not like her to just wander off, especially when there are things to be done. “Ash, c’mon, we need to get started and I need your help to get this equipment set up. Get your little butt out here and give your old dad a hand!” Alex set the equipment down and then kneeled to start unpacking it from its cases. As he was doing so he could hear footsteps gritting the loose sand against the stone floor behind him. The steps stopped a few feet behind him. “Why don’t you set the tripod for the transit up, while I finish unpacking this stuff.” When his daughter didn’t respond after a moment, Alex spoke again, “Ash, did you hear me? Please get the tripod set up.” Ashley still didn’t respond. Alex turned, a bit worried that maybe something was wrong and what he saw caused his breath to catch in his throat. Standing about 10 feet away in the dim light amongst the pillars, the girl was dressed in a totally different outfit than she had left the tent in. Alex’s first thought was to wonder where the hell she got the outfit. This thought was quickly washed away in a fit of anger as he took in its exact nature… the girl was wearing nothing but a thin, see-through linen wrap, a dark wig and some very authentic-looking Egyptian jewelry—you could basically see everything she had through it, with just enough left to the imagination to make it more arousing than plain nakedness. “What the hell do you think you are doing? Is this some kind of a joke to pay me back for giving you a hard time about the Lara Croft look earlier? If it is, let me tell you that I am NOT amused, young lady.” Alex stood and stepped toward the girl, his anger warring with and overpowering the wave of arousal that was evoked by the girl, her outfit and her posture. The girl watched him impassively as he stepped towards her until, about two steps from her, she locked gazes with him. Just a moment’s glance into those dark eyes was enough to tell Alex that, appearances to the contrary; this was NOT his little girl. Fear and panic stabbed at his heart and Alex froze in mid stride. “Wha…” The girl spoke in a low melodious, almost hypnotic voice, “Be at ease, Alexander Robbins, your daughter is safe and well. No harm will come to her or you or the others here, for you are welcome in my House.” Alex stood slack-jawed as the girl glided closer, stopping just a hand span in front of him. As he stared down into her ebony eyes, the world around him seemed to draw back and he felt something like a wave of warmth and comfort wash over him… but underneath that warmth and comfort was hunger and a boundless desire. “Who… who are you and where is my daughter? What is going on here? Where the hell did you come from?” The girl reached out and touched Alex lightly on the chest. As she touched him, Alex felt the sense of hunger and desire coming from her strengthen; and an almost overwhelming desire awakened in him. His chest tightened and his cock sprang to full attention. The girl sashayed around him in a slow circle, trailing her hand across his chest, arm and back. The girl completed her circuit and stood once more in front of him, mouth slightly open and her pupils wide. The girl’s nipples were erect; poking brazenly through the thin cloth of her shift and a musky scent permeated the air. Alex’s arousal heightened to the point that it was almost painful. “Your daughter is well and nearby… she rests in the next chamber. Do not be concerned. As for me, I have had many names. The people who lived here knew me as Meh-Mem-Sut, but that was simply a corruption of a far older name. I have been bound here… imprisoned here for many lives of men and your daughter has freed me from my long solitude, for which I owe her a great debt. Her fate and mine are now bound irrevocably together.” “But enough, there is time to speak and learn of these and other things later and I have been alone for so very long.” The girl, Meh-Mem-Sut, raised up on her toes and leaned in closer to Alex; as she did so, her shift fell from her, leaving her naked. Alex felt her lips brush his cheek and she breathed into his ear, “take me Alex, I am yours.” Aroused beyond his ability to control, Alex seized the girl in his arms and crushed her to him. |
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