; ; Flora's own research knew that this was the long sought after resting ; place of the Triple Pharaohs, a set of triplets who reigned over Egypt ; in such a decadent manner, all records except for a few broken shards ; of pottery, had been crushed, burned and then buried. Most people ; thought the Triple Pharaohs were a myth, but in a secret temple in ; Africa, Flora had come across a map of the ancient world that listed ; among other things, the location for the Triple Pharaohs secret ; tomb. Ancient temples were good for that kind of shit.
; ; Another explosion opened the stone doors that persevered the past. The ; diggers cheered, and Flora knew they had finally opened the crypt. She ; stood up and the wind blew through her long brown braid. The sun ; reflected from her dark sunglasses, and the sand fell from her dark ; green t-shirt and khaki shorts. Her impressive bust was only matched ; by the impressive Uzi's strapped to her thighs.
; ; "Time to do some archeology," Flora grunted. She pulled her guns out ; and stood on the high dune. From her vantage spot, she rained deadly ; bullets down on the Diligent Enterprises employees. Flora was more ; concerned with making them run than actually killing them all, but she ; didn't hold her fire when an idiot would try to shoot back at her. Her ; accuracy was uncanny and within two minutes, the camp was cleared of ; targets and populated only with corpses.
; ; Flora ran down to the camp, her boots striking the sand as her chest ; jiggled fiercely. One man started to rise and she gave him a pacifying ; kick. She pulled a flashlight from her backpack and moved to the tomb ; entrance. Various hieroglyphics adorned the walls of the tunnel, and ; Flora's quick mind rapidly translated.
; ; "Abandon all inhibitions," the entrance warned.
; ; "Sounds like the Triplet Pharaohs," Flora smiled. She went in.
; ; ---
; ; Bethany Taylor pulled herself from the ground after she saw Flora go ; in. The busty blonde spat out sand and smoothed down her white shirt ; and khaki pants. She kicked the Diligent Enterprises employees to her ; left and right, but they refused to move. It was up to the industrial ; agent to stop this unlawful intrusion by herself.
; ; Diligent Enterprises had secured the rights from the Egyptian ; government to exploit this tomb, and Bethany was going to make damn ; sure they got their money's worth. The Triple Pharaohs were rumored to ; have the greatest assortment of treasures of the ancient world. If ; they didn't fuck something, they usually encased it in gold or studded ; it with gems. That much raw wealth was exactly what Bethany's company ; needed to raise their stock holdings a few points for the next ; quarter.
; ; The blonde quickly wrapped her long blonde hair into a ponytail and ; drew her faithful Griffonwing handgun. She had recognized the ; top-heavy assassin, and knew that Flora Kraft would put up a terrible ; fight. As Bethany cocked her gun, she wondered if Flora still had that ; bounty for international theft and vandalism. Maybe Bethany could ; afford that vacation in Indigo City she had been looking forward to.
; ; Bethany entered the darkness of the tomb, looking for treasure and ; treasure raiders.
; ; ---
; ; Amy Valentine swore as she stood up. She shed the Diligent Enterprises ; uniform she had stolen and wished she hadn't worn jeans and a black ; t-shirt in the freaking desert. Amy had an aversion to desert clothing ; and was now sweating a storm. Paragon Industries wanted her to steal ; any treasures Diligent Enterprises found, and she had hoped to do that ; AFTER the tomb had been excavated. Only amateur thieves stole from ; another company while the treasure is still in the ground!
; ; Her long brown hair whipped around her face while she stole a rifle ; from a deceased guard. She cursed her luck. Dealing with Bethany was ; always a bitch, but why did that hardcore bitch Flora Kraft have to ; show up to? Amy Valentine had her heart set on buying a first edition ; of "La Toile dans le Chataeu des Larmes", and she wasn't going to let ; two over-endowed bimbos keep her from her paycheck bonus.
; ; Cautiously, she entered the tomb. Amy flicked on a stolen flashlight ; and scanned the area for traps or busty enemies. Instead, her breath ; was taken away by the splendor of the walls. Murals of orgies and ; fantastic wealth decorated the walls. It was like some sort of ; Egyptian Playboy Mansion. There were life size murals of beautiful ; Egyptian women, vivid paintings of people fucking on stacks of gold ; and even the floor was decorated with x-rated tiles. The colors were ; bright and vibrant and lacked the fading that usually accompanied the ; passing of ages.
; ; In a daze Amy stepped through the sloping hallway. Down into the earth ; the hall led, a gradual decline as the walls illustrated an ; increasingly marked decline in morality. At the entrance of the tomb ; were mere orgies, but now the images degraded into public stripping of ; armies, of elaborate bondage scenes depicting captured Caucasians and ; Africans and of immoral uses of camels. The only sex perversion that ; wasn't depicted was celibacy.
; ; After a mile of these pornographic depictions, the tunnel ended at ; three doors. Amy flicked her flashlight over each door, and onto the ; floor as well. Footsteps in the thin layer of dust revealed that ; someone had taken the center door that was marked with fantastic ; crowns and piles of gems. Footsteps also led to the door to the right, ; which depicted the Three Pharaohs receiving blowjobs from collared ; slaves. The third door depicted women lounging around in spoiled ; comfort.
; ; Now Amy wasn't an expert in tomb cracking like Flora was. She ; preferred to break into more modern places that had elevators. She ; knew that the other two women were perhaps better informed and that ; Amy should follow them, but a thought nagged at her. Weren't tombs ; supposed to hide their treasure? It seemed odd that the doors would ; label where the good stuff was. Also, when you consider what perverts ; the Three Pharaohs were, it seemed more likely that they would favor ; chicks rather than treasure. To Amy, it was clear that the booty was ; most likely disguised as booty.
; ; The door didn't have a handle, or a knob, so Amy tried pushing on the ; thick stone slab. It moved easily, perhaps too easily. The door slid ; open without even a creak.
; ; "Those ancient Egyptians built things to last," Amy commented. The ; tunnel was twenty feet wide, and tilted downward at a more severe ; angle than the previous tunnel. Amy entered it, and moved carefully ; down the slope.
; ; Halfway down, her foot hit a tile that sank with a click.
; ; "Oh fuck," Amy whispered.
; ; Behind her, she heard stone grating on stone. A section opened above ; the door she had entered, and a ten-foot high breast, carved of stone ; was revealed. The nipple was adorned with gold, and Amy quickly ; calculated how much the gold could be worth. Unfortunately for Amy, ; the breast tipped forward, and rolled down the tunnel.
; ; Amy, a perpetual A-cup, recognized the irony of being crushed by a ; giant breast. It didn't mean she accepted it. The tall brunette broke ; into a sprint down the sloping tunnel, hauling her tight ass and ; pumping her powerful thighs. As the breast down towards her in its ; oblong rotation, Amy raced for her life.
; ; The rumbling of the breast grew louder as it drew closer to Amy. She ; could see the door at the end of the tunnel, but it was another stone ; door. Amy looked over her shoulder and saw that the breast filled the ; entire tunnel, flopping over itself as it came closer to destroying ; the agent. If the stone door was difficult to open, Amy was going to ; be destroyed by the worse boob job in the world.
; ; Amy reached the door and threw her shoulder into it. The young woman ; bounced off the solid door. The giant breast was a mere thirty feet ; behind her.
; ; "I don't have time for this shit," Amy screamed as she leaped to her ; feet. The door was decorated with paintings of breasts, lots and lots ; of dusky breasts. Her flashlight danced over the door, seeking some ; sort of secret.
; ; On one of the smaller breasts, a something reflected the light of her ; flashlight. One of the nipples wasn't painted; it was a diamond! Amy ; didn't have much else to do, so she touched the diamond nipple with ; her fingers. The diamond sank into the stone like a button, and Amy ; heard the sounds of stone grinding on tone.
; ; "Hurry up!" she yelled. Almost in response, the floor opened beneath ; her. As she fell through the narrow chute, the giant breast crashed ; into the door above her.
; ; Down, down, down a winding slide Amy fell. The stone was too slick to ; stop her fall and Amy was too exhausted to even try. Down into the ; depths of Egypt she fell until finally, light appeared at the ; bottom. Amy fell out of the tunnel and landed on dozens of soft ; pillows.
; ; Laughing, and amazed to be alive, Amy stood up. She was in a huge ; room, filled with pillows littering the floors and strange lanterns ; providing light from the ceiling. She was surrounded by dozens of ; small cots. On each cot rested a skeleton, wearing thin veils and ; adorned with plenty of jewelry. Other skeletons lined the walls and ; these were armed with giant scimitars.
; ; There didn't seem to be an exit from this room, but on the positive ; side, there were plenty of shiny things to loot. Amy approached one of ; the skeletons that was lying on a cot, and reached for a gold ; necklace. As her fingers touched, the intricate links, the skeleton ; stirred!
; ; Amy leaped back and watched in amazement as flesh magically appeared ; on the skeleton she had touched. The sounds of bones moving caused Amy ; to notice that the other skeletons were growing flesh as well! Within ; seconds, she was surrounded by dozens of lovely Nubian women. Each of ; them was beautiful, sensual and smiling with a naked lust.
; ; Before Amy could react, a ghostly image appeared in the center of the ; room. It appeared to be three identical men, dressed as Egyptian ; royalty. They laughed evilly, and then gave their curse.
; ; "You dare to violate our tombs?" the Three Pharaohs taunted. Amy heard ; their voices in her head, spoken in perfect English.
; ; "If you wish to plunder our harem, you must first do what only we ; could do: you must satisfy all one hundred wives in a single night! If ; your cock ever stops pleasing them, then the remains of our eunuchs ; will cleave you and your bones will be used for dildo!"
; ; Amy smirked as the image of the Three Pharaohs faded. A man would ; never survive this test, but Amy didn't have a penis to slow her ; down. A hundred women might take a while, but Amy only had to look at ; the ruby rings, gold collars and diamond belly rings to know she was ; going to give it her best shot.
; ; She shipped off her t-shirt to reveal her humble breasts. "I hope my ; lack of a cock can be overlooked?"
; ; The wives giggled and moved in. Gently they stripped Amy of her jeans ; and white cotton panties. Amy was amazed at the gentle touch of their ; dusky hands, and of the warmth in the sultry kohl-painted eyes. She ; didn't know if they were real or just some sort of phantasm, but she ; knew they smelled like jasmine and their lips tasted like the sweetest ; fruits.
; ; She pulled down to the pillows and curious hands spread her ; thighs. The wives giggled at how white her thighs were, and quite a ; few fingers toyed with her bare sex lips. Amy relaxed into the seeking ; fingers, feeling them cover and stroke her pale skin. A few hands ; tugged on her silky long brown hair, amazed at how different it was ; from their own pitch-black hair.
; ; Hands were replaced by lips as the wives sought to discover how this ; stranger tasted. Teeth bit Amy's small nipples while questing lips ; sucked on her toes. Mouths kissed and sucked all over her body, from ; her sandy fingers to the curves of her powerful thighs. Amy moaned as ; tongues lapped her belly button and teeth tugged on the soft places on ; her neck.
; ; "Wait!" Amy moaned. "You're going to wear me out if you keep this up." ; She turned her head and reached for a beautiful wife with an emerald ; stud on her lip. Amy kissed the woman deeply while her hand sought ; between the woman's thighs. Into her secret Nile, Amy's fingers ; dived. As Amy's fingers coaxed moans from the dark beauty, Amy's lips ; drowned the woman's sighs. The wife groaned and ground her thighs ; against Amy's hand until she cried out. Amy bit the woman's lip as the ; wife shuddered, and was amazed when the woman turned to dust after her ; orgasm. Her jewelry dropped to the ground, free for Amy to take now.
; ; Amy jumped in shock, a little disturbed to reduce a woman to dust with ; a single orgasm. The other women didn't seem bothered in the least. In ; fact, they redoubled their efforts. Their mouths and hands pulled and ; pinched Amy's body and their whimpers betrayed how badly they desired ; release from Amy.
; ; Dusky thighs enveloped Amy as one wife sat directly on Amy's face. Amy ; could hear the jingle of the woman's jewelry as Amy's tongue delved ; into the salty sex. The wife performed a sensuous belly dance on Amy's ; face, pressing, rubbing and fucking Amy's mouth.
; ; Meanwhile, the aroused wives of the Pharaohs explored Amy's own ; intimate regions. Tongues that had lain dormant for centuries tasted ; Amy's wet sex with the thirst of the desert. Amy couldn't tell how ; many mouths were between her thighs because the kisses and bites were ; constantly changing. Her clitoris would be bitten softly for only a ; second before another mouth would give the lips of her sex a teasing ; long lick. A hundred mouths seduced Amy's pussy, and it wasn't long ; before her own body responded in kind with an orgasm of her own.
; ; "Wow!" Amy moaned between dusky thighs. The wife riding her face ; moaned with Amy, and turned to fine dust in an instant. As her jewelry ; fell onto Amy's face, Amy sat up and tried to push the women away from ; her sex.
; ; "Careful ladies! You might wear me out before I can please you!" Amy ; warned.
; ; The harem of the Three Pharaohs ignored her. One wife, whose skin was ; as black as night grabbed Amy roughly by the hair. She dragged Amy on ; her belly, pulling her to her opened thighs where Amy obediently ; licked. The other wives slapped Amy on her tight ass until she rose to ; her knees, and then the wives took turns plunging their talented ; fingers into Amy's sex. Amy could feel all of their fine jewelry and ; rings as their fingers plunged. Each gem on their rings only added to ; the texture of their fingering, and before Amy could stop herself, she ; was climaxing again.
; ; "Oh Gods!" Amy moaned into the Nubian pussy she was eating. That was ; her second orgasm and she had just barely begun to please the ; harem. The talented agent had to do something to multiply her ; capacity.
; ; Amy sucked hard on the wife's clitoris, vibrating her lips with a ; quick humming. As the wife buckled with orgasm, Amy was already ; thinking ahead to the rest of the harem. When the pussy on her lips ; turned to dust, Amy turned over onto her back and spread her thighs ; for the harem. Before they could descend on her again, she shouted her ; commands.
; ; "Wait!" she ordered. "You! Bring me that candlestick over there! You, ; bring me that scepter!"
; ; "As for you two ladies," Amy said as she wriggled her toes at their ; veil covered crotches, "My big toes may not be much, but don't knock ; it till you try it."
; ; The women mounted Amy's toes, each of them straddling her feet ; sideways and soon they were moaning as Amy wiggled inside them. It was ; weird and a bit odd, but the harem of the Three Pharaohs was quick to ; adjust. Four more ladies mounted Amy's legs, two on each leg, one ; above and below her knee. The four ladies humped Amy's legs with the ; desperation that Amy had come to recognize. Her hard, fit legs were ; more than adequate for the slick fucking they needed.
; ; Amy took the candlestick and scepter that they gave her and aimed them ; for the sexes of the nearest wives. Into their dark deltas the gold ; rods slipped, and as long as Amy held on tight, the wives did all the ; work with their sensual dancing. Amy could feel the sweat drip from ; their thighs as wife after wife mounted her makeshift dildos.
; ; The harem was quick to use Amy's mouth again and the agent was never ; long without a pussy on her lips. She never knew so many pussies could ; taste so differently from one another. From the salty taste of the ; sweaty wives to the sweet taste of the younger women, Amy drank them ; all. From sexes covered in thick bushy pubic hair, to those as smooth ; as silk, Amy's tongue and lips meet them all. With each shuddering ; moan that Amy coaxed, another set of dark thighs and royal sex would ; mount her face again.
; ; Just because she was going through them faster didn't mean that some ; of the harem wasn't still able to seduce Amy. There was always a firm ; hand, or a warm mouth or even another candlestick buried in her ; sex. Her orgasms stole her strength and exhausted the poor agent, but ; Amy kept licking, wriggling and pushing.
; ; After an eternity of warm bodies, the harem slowly thinned. When Amy's ; face was shimmering from the pleasure of a hundred pussies, there was ; finally only one wife left. She was an older woman, her breasts not as ; firm or her ass as tight as the others, but to Amy she was the most ; beautiful woman of the bunch for she was the last.
; ; Amy crawled over the wife's body, her hands massaging the woman's ; breasts and her mouth sucking on the women's hard nipples. Completely ; exhausted and weary, Amy found the strength for just one more pussy ; nibbling. With the finish line in sight, Amy mounted the woman's face ; with her own slick thighs and in a 69, they brought each other to the ; orgy's finale.
; ; When the woman turned to dust, and her jewelry joined the pile around ; Amy's spent body, Amy lacked the strength to even laugh. She had ; defeated the endless harem but Amy couldn't summon the will to get off ; these comfy pillows. More treasure than she had seen in a lifetime ; surrounded her, but she couldn't feel her thighs from all of the ; orgasms.
; ; "Damn, I wonder if the other two bitches had half as good as a time as ; I did?" Amy asked.
; ; Then she wondered how the fuck she was going to leave a room with the ; only exit twenty feet above her.
; ; ---
; ; Flora Kraft stepped carefully into the dark room. She felt a slight ; change in air pressure, and her experience in the ruins of Atlantis ; told her that powerful magic was at work. To answer her suspicions, ; the wall on the far right disintegrated. Eight jackals were revealed, ; but these were no ordinary jackals. These were six-foot tall beasts ; from Egypt's dark past. They shook the cobwebs from their sleek coats ; and snarled at the tasty looking woman before them. Magic had ; preserved these beasts from the past for one purpose, to eat any ; foolish enough to disturb this tomb!
; ; The jackals would have been invaluable additions to any zoo, but Flora ; Kraft didn't deal in animals. She didn't even own a cat. Zoos also had ; a bad habit of not having ridiculous amounts of cash on hand for these ; so called invaluable animals.
; ; Flora pulled her Uzi's and shot the jackals down where they stood.
; ; With that out of the way, Flora checked out the rest of the room. It ; was a standard Egyptian design; seemingly bare walls that really ; concealed all sorts of triggers decorated with occasional vases that ; held nasty surprises. The British explorer shattered the vases with ; kicks and then shot the scorpions and snakes that came pouring ; out. She examined the strange walls and quickly deduced where the ; secret door was located.
; ; She pressed the hieroglyph of the blue snake and it opened the secret ; door. Despite the darkness of the new tunnel, she left her sunglasses ; on. The dark lenses tended to intimidate the fuck out of any ancient ; monsters she ran into as well intimidate more modern monsters like ; corporate agents or silent Ninjas.
; ; The tunnel led to a huge room that was well lit by glowing lanterns ; hanging in mid-air. The floor was littered with the remains of ; tomb-robbers from ages past; and Flora had a nasty suspicion that the ; ten foot high statue of the Jackal-headed God, Anubis, might have ; something to do with the corpses. Not many statues have a giant ; four-foot long erect cock between their legs, or had dried blood on ; their hands. Flora was also amused by the heap of gems piled between ; the legs of the statue. It was obviously bait, and Flora had an ; appreciation for the classics of trap design.
; ; "All right, let's get this over with," she said in her clipped British ; accent. She pulled her guns from their holsters and opened fire on the ; statue.
; ; The eyes of the statue lit with a supernatural fire as the first ; bullets bounced from its stone skin. With a roar the statue took a ; step forward and Flora cursed herself for not spotting the second set ; of arms carefully concealed behind its back. It was a four-armed ; monstrosity, something Egyptians didn't normally design, which meant ; the exotic Three Pharaohs must have imported this one.
; ; Flora ducked under the statue's first attempt to grab her and jumped ; over its sweeping kick. The statue was slow and Flora pumped round ; after round of bullets into its stone skin. The door she had entered ; through had disappeared and Flora was well aware that this room may ; have not have meant to have an exit. She just couldn't understand why ; the damn thing was wielding a four-foot long dildo.
; ; As she dodged four arms trying to smash into her skull, Flora rolled ; into a pile of the skeletons. With dazzling speed, she noticed that ; all the corpses had one thing in common: their rib cages had burst ; from the inside. Flora had a graphic image of how these poor male ; robbers had meet their fate. The Three Pharaohs were sick fucks of a ; royal degree.
; ; Even the greatest of tomb raider make a mistake and Flora's was a ; simple slip on a skeleton's skull. Before she hit the ground, the ; giant statue had grabbed a hold of her braid. Flora screamed as the ; statue lifted her up by her hair, and she screamed louder when two of ; the arms grabbed her wrists in iron grips.
; ; She swore that the statue leered as it's fourth arm grabbed one of her ; legs.
; ; "I am not going to be fucked to death today!" Flora snapped. With her ; free foot, she kicked hard at the base of the statue's cock. Powerful ; magics had kept the statue functioning after all these years but the ; magic couldn't save the stone from a kick from one of the world's ; greatest fighters. Her powerful legs that had outraced raptors and ; dodged swarms of spears snapped the statue's cock with a single blow.
; ; "You might as well let me go now," Flora sneered.
; ; The statue ignored her. One of the arms released an arm and grabbed ; her remaining leg. With a powerful slam, the statue brought Flora's ; ass crashing down on where it's cock used to be. Flora cried out as ; her round buttocks were spanked by the statue's smooth crotch.
; ; "Oh shit!" Flora yelled as the statue lifted her back up, and dropped ; her back down on the bare spot between its legs. There was no cock to ; impale her but the smooth stone of its pelvis was like a paddle ; against Flora's bubble ass. As one stone hand continued to clutch her ; braid, the other hands slammed her backside against the punishing ; stone. The blows were never harmful or dangerous but the stone ; slapping her ass stung worse than any paddling she had ever received.
; ; "Must try to escape!" Flora growled between blows to her poor ass. The ; arms kept repeating the half-circle of motion, spanking her ass ; endlessly and without tiring. Flora's enormous breasts were bouncing ; so hard; they were coming loose from under her sports bra. The British ; adventurer couldn't even concentrate with how tightly the statue was ; clutching her braid. It was like the statue was spanking her in ; payment for all the tombs she had ever raided and all the treasures ; she had ever stolen.
; ; "I hope the other bitches are suffering half as badly as I am!" Flora ; snarled as her ass continued to be flattened against the unforgiving ; stone.
; ; ---
; ; Bethany Taylor didn't understand hieroglyphics, but she knew what she ; liked. The walls told the story of a set of royal triplets who had the ; sexual appetites of three hundred. Granted, Bethany thought their ; bestiality phase was a bit gross, but she appreciated the other ; murals. At one point she seriously considered going back to get a ; camera and photographing a few select wall paintings for 'private' ; viewing later.
; ; The traps kept the busty blonde on her toes. A swinging scythe nearly ; reduced her to a C-cup. A crashing piece of the ceiling scuffed her ; shoes. Six spears ripped holes in her pants, but narrowly miss her ; legs. Yes, there was danger at every corner and it seemed like ; everything was trying to maul her, but it wasn't any worse than the ; Diligent Enterprises New Year's Eve's party.
; ; After a mile of steadily traveling underground, Bethany reached a door ; made of gold. The agent realized that the door alone could justify a ; heft bonus from her employers. She searched for a way to open the ; door, curious to see what treasures such a decadent door could be ; holding.
; ; After realizing that the painted cock of a hung donkey was secretly a ; lever, Bethany opened the door. Inside was more than she could have ; hoped for. Light that came from those strange lanterns revealed the ; greatest treasure the tomb had to offer. Three sarcophagi sat in the ; center of the enormous room. Small jars surrounded the coffins and ; behind the remains were shelves crammed with precious gems and ; elaborate artifacts. Bethany had discovered the resting place of the ; Three Pharaohs.
; ; As she stepped into the room, Bethany noted that each sarcophagus had ; a small chest sitting in front of it. Thinking they possessed a crown ; or some other valuable, Bethany opened the first one. She found a ; perfect, eight-inch cock, carefully preserved inside.
; ; "Yeah, I should have guessed," Bethany chuckled. The Three Pharaohs ; wanted to make double sure that their manhoods made it into the ; afterlife.
; ; Bethany considered looting the sarcophagi themselves, but decided to ; err on the side of caution. The company could loot this place at its ; leisure; Bethany just needed to bring back enough to justify sending ; more teams here. She walked over to the shelves and selected a few ; small items: a sapphire necklace, ebony wand studded with diamonds and ; a small gold statue of Isis.
; ; Moving together in unison, the Three Pharaohs rose from their ; crypts. Bethany turned as soon as she heard the lids creaking, and she ; couldn't say she was too terribly surprised. She was a big fan of ; Brendon Fraiser movies and had expected this.
; ; Each Pharaoh was wrapped in ceremonial bandages, and each loomed over ; Bethany as they climbed from their tombs. One wisely moved to block ; the exit, while the others lumbered towards the busty blonde. The ; mummies were silent except for the shuffling sounds of their feet, ; dragging across the tomb floor.
; ; "Sorry boys," Bethany said as she drew her Griffonwing. "Your orgy ; days are over."
; ; Bethany fired a round right into the closest mummy's head. The mummy ; recoiled for a second, and continued to advance towards her. She ; pumped six more rounds into it, seeking a vital spot on the dead ; Pharaoh. Unsurprisingly, she didn't find one.
; ; One of the mummies took a swing at her and in the confined area of the ; tomb, it took all of Bethany's skill to avoid being splattered by the ; powerful blow. She rolled under the punch and ran for the exit, ; stopping barely in time to avoid being caught by the Pharaoh at the ; door. There would be no escaping through there.
; ; She dodged back to the center of the room as the mummies circled ; closer to her. Bethany looked around for something to use as a weapon, ; as must of the mummy movies she watched had told her that big nasty ; anti-mummy weapons were usually stored with the mummy that needed to ; be killed. There were no such items here.
; ; The mummies lumbered closer, and Bethany was out of bullets. In anger, ; she snatched up one of their preserved cocks, and noted that the mummy ; to her left paused. It resumed its lumbering, but there was something ; distinctive about the way it froze. It reminded her of lovers past, ; who would freeze in that magic moment when their cocks are touched and ; there was no telling how raunchy sex might get that night.
; ; Bethany spun around and snatched the closest other phallus and then ; rolled backwards with a cock in each hand. The mummies paused, but ; then continued. Bethany yelled a few threats about destroying their ; manhoods, but perhaps the Pharaohs had lost their ears over the ; centuries for they didn't slow down.
; ; The agent thought fast. They obviously were aware of their cocks, but ; they seemed to lack any concern for it. As Bethany sweated, she gave ; each of the cocks a nervous squeeze. That was when she noticed the ; mummies paused again.
; ; "This is insane," Bethany muttered as realization hit her. Even in ; death, the Three Pharaohs were ruled by their Little Pharaohs. On the ; other hand, dealing with men's cocks was more in Bethany's expertise ; than fighting mummies.
; ; Without thinking too much about it, Bethany popped one of the ; eight-inch cocks into her mouth. The magically preserved cock was warm ; in her lips, and salty to her tongue. Bethany could even feel it ; throb. As soon as the cock entered her mouth, the mummy to her right ; shuddered and dropped to its knees.
; ; The other mummy was still coming and Bethany had to act fast. She ; ripped open her blouse and stuffed the second cock down her bra. The ; mummy froze as its penis was suddenly surrounded in warm soft ; breasts. It wavered on its feet, obviously in bliss, but nowhere as ; incapacitated as the Pharaoh who was enjoying Bethany's mouth. The ; blonde knew she had to do better, so while the cock swayed in her bra, ; she unzipped and removed her pants. With one cock throbbing in her ; mouth, Bethany plunged the other phallus between her thighs and into ; her blonde bush.
; ; The second mummy dropped to its knees, and its cock throbbed happily ; between her thighs.
; ; Bethany stared down the last mummy. It guarded the exit, and Bethany ; was out of places to satisfy cocks. The cocks within her were growing ; warmer and Bethany was worried about what would happen if the Pharaohs ; regained their will to move. She had to do something desperate.
; ; Grabbing the third cock, Bethany pulled the one in her mouth out. She ; sucked down the third cock and watched the mummy guarding the door ; drop to his knees. As the first mummy returned to his feet, Bethany ; slipped the first cock between her breasts. Slick from her mouth and ; wrapped in warm tits, the first mummy dropped back to its knees, ; obviously sated.
; ; Bethany made a run for it. The cock in her sex bounced and throbbed as ; she ran. The one in her mouth pulsed as she bit lightly down to keep ; it in her lips. As for the cock between her breasts, cradled in her ; bra, it burned from the sweaty friction and throbbed faster than the ; other two combined.
; ; Past the ceiling trap, Bethany ran while the cocks in her sex exploded ; with magical passion. She could feel its hot cum spilling from her ; legs.
; ; Past the six spears, Bethany ran while the cock in her mouth ; erupted. She swallowed as much as she could as some flowed from her ; lips.
; ; Past the swinging scythe, Bethany ran while the cock in her bra ; climaxed over her breasts. An explosion of cum soaked her bra while ; she ran for the sanity of the surface.
; ; As Bethany ran, the tomb began to shake. She didn't know that the ; Three Pharaohs built the elaborate complex for one reason: to get laid ; one last time. With the final wish completed, the magic that held the ; place together crumbled.
; ; Fortunately for Flora Kraft, this meant the statue that was spanking ; her ass turned to dust. Flora dropped to the ground and gasped. Her ; shorts had been worn bare from the blows and her buttocks were just ; one giant welt. Cracks formed in the walls and an old workman's tunnel ; was revealed. When ancient Egyptians built this tomb, the workers ; needed side tunnels to get past the nasty traps. Flora stumbled ; towards the old tunnel, and began the long climb up.
; ; Elsewhere, Amy Valentine was kicking the jewelry she had fought so ; hard to obtain. The Three Pharaohs had spent their vast fortune on ; whores, wives and new pleasures as well as their final resting ; place. To pay for this, they saved money by buying only the cheapest ; reproductions when it came to jewelry for their wives. Amy had fucked ; an entire harem for the equivalent of twenty bucks in costume jewelry.
; ; When the nearby workman's tunnel opened up, Amy debated whether she ; should take it. Visions of running through the collapsing tunnel and ; finding those cheap Pharaoh bastards were awfully tempting. In the ; end, she decided to live and take revenge on Diligent Enterprises for ; bringing these assholes to her attention.
; ; When Bethany finally made it out of the tomb, the surviving diggers ; silently groaned. They knew as long as the dominant blonde was still ; alive, they would be opening this cursed place back up. She didn't ; look like the type to let a couple thousand tons of rubble stop her ; from plundering a place.
; ; The blonde spat out a mouthful of dust, which is all that remained of ; the Pharaoh's cock. The other cocks had turned to dust as well but ; strangely, their cum had remained. Bethany was butt-naked in the ; desert and feeling sticky but she didn't care. Clutched in her hand ; was the statue of Isis. It would make a nice advancement on this ; week's bonus check. ; ;