Unearthed

by Mesmer's Bauble

mc; Fg; Mg; Fdom; gdom

This contest was a challenge for me given several major life changes I have gone through over the past several months and a total computer failure that trashed my first take at a story that looked nothing like this one. Still I wanted to get something in, it’s not my best work and the ending is rushed but I hope you enjoy it even if it’s not a winner.

Note for clarification on some terms see this Wikipedia article: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ancient_Egyptian_concept_of_the_soul

In February of 1923 a true wonder of the ancient world was rediscovered by the tireless work of Lord Carnarvon and his chief archeologist Howard Carter. After years of tireless searching the near perfectly preserved tomb of a forgotten Egyptian pharaoh has been brought into the light of day once more.  Tutankhamen, just the name has ignited visions of the priceless treasures of the ages in the minds of professionals and amateur archeologists alike. This has lead to a rush of new excavation in and around the Valley of the Kings but only time will tell if new mysteries will be unearthed beneath the shifting desert sands.

- Excerpt from ‘News of the World’ June 1925



Wilhelmina Foria wiped the dirt and grit from her brow for the hundredth time. The canvas of the large pavilion tent did nothing to prevent the ever preset sand and dust from permeating everywhere and sticking to even the smallest amount of moisture. Outside the boiling sun pounded down on her husband and his hired workers as they brought their tools to the ever shifting sands and stones in pursuit of hollow dreams.

She had wanted to be a supportive wife and, if she was being honest with herself, the images of the riches of Tutankhamen had caused the same desire in her that it had in her husband. Sadly it was becoming clearer to her that lightning didn’t strike twice and even if it did she couldn’t to spend the next 17 years searching the desert for a treasure that may or may not even exist, but she didn’t have any real choice. They had foolishly sunk all of their savings and much of her husband’s holdings into this ‘expedition’ so unless they wanted to return to England paupers this was her life now; Marcus following hopeless rumors and false leads while she was left raising their daughter amongst the heathens.

Even now Amelie was out ‘playing’ with her father and the workers; Marcus was a soft touch and would say nothing as long as his precious little girl was happy even as he ignored his own wife’s misery. She resented both of them for that, though she knew it was deeply unfair. She also knew she should drag that girl out of the hot sun and into the tent; clean her as best she could and force the girl to do on her lessons but it was getting harder and harder for Wilhelmina to do anything with herself beyond wallow in sweat, anger, and self-pity.

So the proud English lady and wife of a once rich business man lay on her sandy chaise in the blasted desert while her husband and child played in the dirt. She sighed deeply, hating everything and wishing for a way out of the horrible turn that her life had taken. Wanting the comfort and power she used to enjoy and more then anything else wanting to be free of this horrible place.



Deep beneath the sand and rock, in a tomb that hadn’t been forgotten but rather purposely lost, an ancient Ba shifted within the confines of the spells that held it imprisoned within its once vital vessel. Something had woken her from the induced slumber of eons and she reached out, testing the seals that had once bound her so tightly, finding them unattended. She wasn’t free, the priests had etched all the truly key spells in the eternal metal, but she was awake and aware for the first time in the gods only knew how long.

Reaching out with her ephemeral substance she scouted her prison/tomb. She found it stark by comparison to others she had known in life but, fearing the taint she may have left on her belongings, the priests had entombed her with many of her most powerful tools and her most loyal slaves. She could not smile but pleasure radiated from her when she realized that their binding were far weaker then her own. She called to one now, waking the Ba from its slumber to serve in death as her body had once served in life. From the small mummified body rose a spectral image, a bird with the head of a young girl. The girls face turned towards the mummified body of her owner and the Ba bowed as best it could. ‘How may I serve you Mistress Odjit, I am your loyal pet in death as in life’ The Ba did not speak but her words could still be heard dripping with the mindless devotion that powerful spells and a brief lifetime of training had instilled.

Another voice, much older, answered in the same form of spiritual language, one that needed no translation as it echoed from Ba to Ba. “Merit, send your Ba out and scout for me. I must know what transpires beyond these walls and spells if I am to be free once again.” Merit bowed again, this one smooth and natural as she aloud the Ba to move with her desires rather then impose the restrictions of flesh upon it. “As Mistress commands I obey.” With a few beats of her etheric wings Merit’s glowing form took flight and passed through the walls of the tomb, through rocks and dirt, and out into the warm Egyptian sunset.



Amelie Foria sat on the lip of the pit that her father had been working in all day. She loved the sunsets here, mostly cause the sky went on forever without buildings or anything to block the view of all the colors. All but a few of her father’s workers had gone back down to the pavilion at the entrance of the valley to eat and do whatever they did when they weren’t digging here or there. The few who stayed were supposed to be guards but she could see one of them asleep already, back against the rock. She couldn’t blame him; this was the perfect time to take a nap with the sun setting and the heat rising from the sand.

Amelie wished she was back in their tent watching the sunset with her parents but her father had told her not to come back till he called for her and then she heard her mother start to yell. It was happening more and more often, Amelie didn’t really understand why they were fighting so much but she didn’t like it. She like Egypt a lot but she missed England cause her parents didn’t fight there.

She was just about to close her eye and try to enjoy the evening before it got really cold when she saw something very odd. It looks like a bird only it was really big and its feathers were bright green, but it wasn’t just that. Its head looked wrong and it had just flown up out of the rocks in the distance, but not like out of a hole, right through them!

She watched the bird in fascination as it spun through the sky and it took her a minute to realize she could see the sky right through the bird like it was a ghost or something. Part of her was scared, but she was mostly excited. Father had told her all sorts of stories about the gods and things that were all over Egypt in the ancient times so she figured it was one of them.

 She watched the god thing for a long time as it circled in the sky above her, like it was looking for something but her reverie was broken when the sound of her parents fighting reached her with the wind. “Don’t you get it Marcus there is no lost tomb here; just like there was no lost tomb the last two digs! These HEATHENS are lying to you! Stealing our last dollars and leading you on another wild goose chase, we have to cut our losses, my parents…”

Amelie put her hands over her ears and ran some distance into the dunes to a place where the wind wouldn’t carry anymore of her mother’s words to her ears. She knew her mother was unhappy and it had something to do with her father not finding anything in the desert. She wished she could help but then she remembered the god, she looked up and after a panicked moment noticed it still circling, though much further away. “BIRD GOD!” She yelled at the top of her lungs, “Please, I need your help!”

At first she thought nothing had happened but then she felt something, like someone was watching her only ten times as strong. She saw the see-through bird god swooping down towards her. She was shocked when it landed, it had been odd from a distance but up close it was almost frightening, the bird had the face of a young girl one not much younger then her. The girl-bird-god thing locked its dark eyes with hers and suddenly there was a voice in her head. “I am not a god, child. Did the priests teach you nothing of the parts of the soul; I am the Ba of Merit, handmaiden to Odjit the Divine.”

Amelie’s mind reeled at this strangeness. She knew the ‘Ba’ wasn’t speaking English, it wasn’t speaking anything language at all but she could understand it. She wanted to know everything about Merit but the thought of her parents fighting focused her mind. “I’m sorry I don’t know much about your land, we’ve only been here for a year or so, but I really need help. My parents are fighting all the time cause my father is trying to find another tomb like King Tut but he can’t find anything and mother is really angry so I thought if you were a god I could pray for help for my father but since you’re a Ba I don’t know what to do...” She knew she was rambling but somehow all thing things she had been holding inside just seemed to come pouring out of her, the desperation of a young child who didn’t know how to fix a problem she didn’t understand.

She fought back tears as Merit cocked her head from side to side like a bird examining her closely. “What is your name child?” The voice spoke it her head filled with kindness. “Amelie Gail Foria,” the girl made a curtsy like she had been taught to do back in England, though it was awkward from lack of practice. “It’s nice to meet you Merit.” Merit bowed in an odd bird like way, “…and you as well Amelie. I am sad to say I cannot help you but my lady may be able to. If you wish her aid meet me back here tomorrow at sunset.”

A bright smile broke across Amelie’s face, “I will! I promise!” Without another word, Merit’s Ba flapped its great wings and took to the sky, not a grain of said shifting under its spiritual wings.



The next day was very difficult for Amelie. All of the little things the nine year old girl had been trying so hard to ignore seemed to pop into her mind. How tired and sad her father looked, how angry her mother seemed, the heat, the sand, all of it just seemed overwhelming as she waited for sunset with hope in her heart.

As the sun sank in the west she slipped out of the tent and went out a bit into the desert looking at where she had seen Merit come out of the rock the day before. It seemed like agony but after the longest twenty minutes of her young life she spied a burst of colored feathers pass through the stone and the shape of her new friend winging her way. She almost laughed aloud but began to wave her hands as Merit flew right at her and landed in front of her.

“Merit! You came back!!! Dose that mean that your lady can help me and my family cause I really need your help and…” Amelie knew she was rambling again but she couldn’t stop herself. “Be still Amelie Gail Foria,”, I have come with my lady’s gracious aid in your time of need.” Merit’s tone was sweet in her mind but something about the way the Ba spoke her name sent a shiver down her spine. “My lady has given your family the gift of being the ones to rediscover her prison. Once she is freed you and yours will be blessed beyond all others.”

Amelie felt suddenly cold. Merit’s voice in her head felt wrong, not like the voice of girl who wanted to help but like something old and dead and plotting. “What do you mean prison… I don’t understand...” Amelie backed up slightly. “My Lady, Mistress Odjit has been imprisoned for eons and you will help me to free her Amelie Gail Foria, you will be rewarded.” The Ba hopped forward, suddenly closing the distance between the two of them. Amelie’s fear sparked into panic and she turned and began to run.

 She had only moved a few short steps across the packed sand when she felt strange tingling pressure slam into her and wrap about her as the Ba’s talons gripped into her lower back and it wrapped its translucent wings about her. She could see Merit’s face out of the corner of her eye and she started to flail her arms trying to dislodge the thing on her but her hands passed right through the ghostly Ba. “Amelie Gail Foria, Relax!” Merits voice roared in her mind and she felt her body relax against her will.

As her body slowed to a stop she could feel the tingling sinking into her everywhere the Ba touched her body. “What are you doing to me?” she whispered, her voice close to total terror. “I will share my Ba with you and you will know the joy only service to Mistress Odjit can bring. Do not resist me child.” Amelie felt the tingle of spiritual talons gripping into her back and suddenly everything changed.



She was lying on a bed of cushions in a palace of stone and gold. Her body arched as she experienced pleasure that she had never before even imagined. Above her a beautiful dark skin woman chanted in a language she could not understand. She managed to look away from this perfect, beautiful, woman and saw that her skin was dark as well and the pleasure she was feeling came from what a small girl was doing between her legs. It was be so easy to lose herself in the sensations but then in a flash she thought of her mother and father and she remembered who she was and the vision passed.



Amelie was on all fours on the sand he skin damp with sweat. She could see the spectral wings wrapped around her body and the face of the girl she had just been peering at her from over her shoulder. She fought to bring her mind back into order but the memory of the pleasure was overwhelming, she could feel sticky juices dripping down her legs and her kitty was burning with remember sensations. “Strong girl,” Merit’s voice snapped her back into focus. “You might even have been able to resist my weak magic but you spoke your true name and left your Ren unguarded without even a cartouche for protection. Amelie Gail Foria, I strip you of your Ren and bind your Ba to mine, wash yourself in my memories and know the truth of Odjit!” Then Merit began to speak not in her mind but with her ghostly voice in the same language she had heard the woman in her visions using.

Amelie felt the power of those words and somehow knew their meaning as they washed over and through her. She was linked to the Ba and any resistance she might have once had was broken down and washed away along with her thoughts and sense of self. Merit’s Ba covered her body like a second skin and she sank into it like a river.



Another life flooded through her mind in a torrent images, thoughts, sights, smells, and feelings. Overwhelming at first it began to resolve into flashes of comprehension…. The heady sent of a moist cunt being held inches from her face, her mind filled with desperate animalistic desire as her mistresses dark chalice filled her every sense… running down a hallway made of carved stone playing ball with her older sister until they took a turn to fast and crashed into the cook… Her father dressed in his golden robes performing the ritual of the morning to welcome Ra… Her father dressed the same only this time holding a knife over her mother’s body and screaming about betrayal… A slow day basking in the sun by the Nile with her family… thousands, millions more moments, everything that makes up a life that was not her own… only it was and it became more clear….

Merit had grown up in the lap of luxury, wanting for nothing. She was the youngest daughter of her father’s first wife and as such she held both position in the family and the love and attention of her father, what little he had left when he was not performing his duties as high priest of Thoth, the god of knowledge and magic.  She knew what her life would be like from the time she was old enough to understand. She would be raised to be a smart, loyal, and loving bride and when she was old enough she would be married to someone who had earned her in the eyes of her father.  All that changed during her eighth year, when Odjit came into their home.

Having the run of the house she first saw the new kitchen servant not long after she joined the staff. Even at her young age Merit realized that this young woman was very different from the other house staff. She was beautiful, but so were many of the women who worked for her father, but there was something about her bearing and attitude that made her seem more like a noble then her own mother despite the fact that the woman scrubbed pots and carried platters of food to and from the kitchen. This attitude did not go unnoticed by the other servants.

At first Merit heard murmurings of hostility towards this new woman, Odjit. Strangely though, after a few weeks that changed abruptly. Suddenly Odjit seemed to be running the kitchen and the girls and women who worked their treated her with great respect. Merit asked her friend Ebio, the daughter of one of the cooks, what had happened and Ebio had said, with a dreamy far away look in her eyes, that Odjit was ‘Wonderful...” but would say little else.

This sparked Merit’s interest and she decided to keep an eye on this wonderful woman. Over the next few months she watched quietly as more and more of the mansion staff fell under Odjit’s sway. She was never able to see what actually happened but it would seem like one day a group of people wouldn’t have any opinion about her and then the next they couldn’t stop talking about how wonderful she was and going out of their way to treat her like a member of the household.  She tried to tell people about it, because it was starting to scare her, a little, but no one listened, the staff would nod their heads and make worried noises with her but clearly dismissed her moments after she left. Her family was even less helpful; her mother and father through she was making things up, all their reports from the head servant said that Odjit was a quite and loyal worker.

She knew then that she wasn’t going to get anyone to believe her and it had become too frustrating. Since no harm seemed to come from any of this Merit decided to ignore it, and she did for almost another month when she overheard her 6 year old half sister Kifi talking to some of her other half siblings about this “Wonderful servant who worked in the kitchen and how they should all get to know her better because she was amazing.” Suddenly the small fear she had been ignoring became something much more solid and she decided she would confront this Odjit woman and stop her since no one else would.

She stormed down into the kitchen that very evening with her small dagger tucked into her shoe. She demanded to see Odjit and much to her surprise she wasn’t rebuked or laughed at, the kitchen staff just pointed her to one of the large rooms they shared. Merit walked through the privacy drapes and was shocked at what she saw. The room had been emptied of its pallets and dividing curtains that allowed it to live a dozen or more of the kitchen staff. Instead the whole room was open and strewn with large plush cushions. The walls had fine hangings on them and a small throne of rare wood sat in the center.

The whole room looked as if it belonged in the upper levels of the mansion, like the private chambers of one of her father’s other brides. She turned to leave realizing things were not right but behind her blocking the exit were two of her fathers personal guard totally naked but still blocking the exit. She was still decided what she should do when a smooth and deep feminine voice came to her, “So here you are my little mouse. I was wondering how long it would take you to find your way to my chamber.” She turned slowly and she found Odjit, sitting on the throne in the center of the room also completely naked the torch light reflecting off her smooth skin and perfect curves.

If the sight of the guards and Odjit hadn’t been enough to shock Merit there was one other person in the room. At Odjit feet, LICKING Odjit’s feet was her friend Ebio also nude, her privates in full view and shimmering with moisture. Merit managed to stammer out, “Wwwhat…” Before Odjit stood and sneered at her, “So my little mouse who spent so look trying to keep track of me in secret and get me in trouble with her parents has nothing to say. Don’t worry little mouse, there is no need to be afraid. Soon you will thank Mistress Odjit and be just as happy as your friend and your sister.” At the thought of Kifi Merit broke from her paralysis and pulled the dagger from her boot and charged the older woman. Odjit’s eyes widened in surprise for a short moment before Merit felt the arms of the two guards grab her up and knock the knife aside.

“Not a mouse then, a poisonous asp come to strike me down. But do not fear I want you all the more for your fire. None of the others here show half your strength perhaps I will make you my personal pet when I’ve taken what I need from the rest of your pathetic family. Hold her down!” Merit flailed and screamed but she knew in her heart that no one who could hear her would help her; somehow, they belonged to Odjit now. She felt herself pressed down into a cushion and two pairs of strong hands held her spread eagle one on each side of her hold an arm and a leg. The look on the faces of the enthralled guards was terrifying, they showed no anger only a smile of pure bliss and she could see both of their manhood’s were rock hard.

“Ebio, undress her and prepare her body while I get my supplies.” She felt her friend’s small hands on her, undoing the golden clasp of her robe and the pulling the linen from around her leaving her naked as all the others in the room. Merit begged and pleaded with her friend, trying to break through the hold Odjit had on her but her friend just looked down at her and smiled blissfully, “Don’t worry, its wonderful.” Then she felt a warm wet sensation, a kiss on the side of her hip. She tried to pull away but the guards held her very still so she could do nothing as Ebio moved around and between her legs planting kisses and caressing her skin with gentile skill.

The whole situation horrified her, but to her shock she felt her body begin to respond slowly to Ebio’s actions. The girl didn’t rush, didn’t do anything dramatic but as Merit’s body began to heat in a very unfamiliar way and the rush of adrenalin left her muscles beginning to relax. Ebio planted kisses, licked her skin, and touched and caressed her in places she had never been touched before. The sensations grew and became more and more pleasant; while she never lost the awareness of the arms holding her down it was so much nicer to focus on the growing warmth between her legs.

It was around then when she began to realize she could hear chanting. It had begun so soft and deep that she hadn’t noticed it in her distracted state. The words came fast though, so fast and so faint she couldn’t make them out clearly, something about invoking Bastet goddess of pleasure and opening the gates of Ib. The chant flowed around her and distracted her mind even more as Ebio’s actions became more insistent. The kisses were harder and the touches the licks brushed against her privates in a way that ignited her desire and made her begin to pant with need for something she didn’t have a name for.

The chanting grew louder and Merit looked around to see Odjit standing over her the woman’s privates so wet with moisture that it dripped down her legs. She was the one chanting and she felt the words wrap around her as Ebio fulfilled the unspoken promise that her actions had begun. There were lips at her privates and a strange but wonderful sensation of penetration as the girl’s small fingers pushed their way inside her moist cavity. She gasped in pleasure and realized that she could no longer feel the guards grip on her arms or legs she was free but she didn’t care, couldn’t care, couldn’t think about anything but Odjit’s chant and Ebio’s touch they both flowed together, growing in power and pleasure until she reached a peek inside her and she began to scream so overwhelming was the sensations burning through her body and mind. Her body arched in response to the pleasure and she felt it want to relax again but it couldn’t she was held their in the white hot fire of overwhelming endless pleasure by the chant, by Odjit.

Floating in that endless pleasure for what seemed like an eternity she could feel something inside her straining as wave after wave of pleasure and magic beat against it until finally it snapped. All parts of her soul convulsed with an even greater level of pleasure then she had felt before and she felt herself being penetrated again, not by fingers this time but by the words of the chant. They had shattered her defenses and now thrust themselves inside her filling her with thoughts and emotions that had never been their before but were now overwriting every part of her. She could see the shape of the chant now, the core truth that all the magic surrounded. Odjit was her Mistress, her owner, not as a man might own a slave both slave and man were in some ways the same, but in the way a man might own a pet. Odjit was all that mattered, her words, her desires, and her pleasure. All Merit was and ever could be was a loving worshipful pet, a tool for her owner. When her mistress was pleased she basked in that reflected pleasure and it would make what she had experienced so far seem like nothing. There was more, much more, but that was the core, the truth, that wrote onto her Ib, her Sheut, her Ren, her Ba, and her Ka. That carved into them like a chisel onto stone wiping away anything that had been there before.

Merit gasped as her eyes opened and she found herself back in Mistress’s chambers. She looked up at Odjit in abject worship and admiration. Odjit smiled down at her and that smile made her convulse in pleasure, she had made her owner happy. Odjit didn’t say a word, she didn’t have to, she just lowered herself onto Merit’s face presenting her dark wet slit.  Merit’s mind focused instantly, she realized Ebio had not simply been helping Odjit, her friend had been showing her what their mistress liked and Merit silently thanked her friend as she lifted her head and began to emulate what she had been done to her.

In the little pocket of self that could still be called Amelie her body and soul was wracked with endless pleasure. Through Merit’s Ba the spell cast thousands of years ago had been cast again, with Merit as the channel and Amelie as its target. She felt herself change, as her soul was reborn and her mind educated….

She experienced Merit acting as Odjit’s pet, as was only right and prosper, and learned through her the skills of seduction and magic as Odjit trained Merit to be the most effective tool she could be. She saw Odjit complete her domination of Merit’s family with the girls help. She was Merit and she broke first her sisters and brothers, then her step mothers, and finally her own mother on her talented tongue while their minds were enchanted by Odjit. She saw Odjit acquire father’s library and the spells kept there that she had sought for so long; spells to expand her power over others, spells to extend life and to empower the Ba after death, and many many others.  True to her word Odjit took Merit with her when she left their home and she only saw her parents again when they watched her mother’s public execution for betraying her father to this now infamous witch Odjit. Merit felt nothing at her mother’s death, she was just another tool for Odjit one that her mistress had chosen to discard.

Merit lived with Odjit for four more years as her power and infamy grew. She was their when a group of Egypt’s most powerful priests, aided by their gods, went up against Odjit in a magical dual and nearly lost. She saw Odjit get struck down and in that moment she felt her own Ka being pulled away, she offered her life energy willingly to her Mistress but even her life and those of Metit’s other favored pets were not enough to counter the combined power of the gods of Egypt but even as Merit died she knew it was not over, she had been there when Odjit had made her final preparations and cast the spells that would allow Merit to continue to serve after death and Odjit’s rebirth possible.  She felt the unknown centuries of slumber wash over her until her mistress’s Ba called to her and she woke in their prison tomb and she went out to find a way to serve her mistress and she had succeeded.



Marcus Foria stood at the door to his family’s tent and called into the night “Amelie! AMELIE WHERE ARE YOU!” his daughter had slipped out earlier that night during one of his endless fights with his wife. It was a testament to how bad things had gotten that neither Whilimina nor himself had noticed that she was gone until well after sunset.  He had some of his more trustworthy workers out looking for her now; he wanted to go himself but Whiilimina was in such a state of fear, rage, and sorrow he was afraid of what she might do if the Amelie returned home and he wasn’t their as a buffer. So he stood helplessly in the cooling desert night.

The sound of his wife’s weeping was choked back and he heard her take in a breath and braced himself for her next onslaught. “YOU selfish MONSTER you’ve killed your own child because you couldn’t give up on a helpless dream.” He wanted to say something cutting in return, something about her being more obsessed with her own comforts then the wellbeing of their daughter but then he saw something that caught the words in his mouth. A small form was walking out of the desert and into the light shed by the pavilion’s torches. Thank God! It was Amelie. He cried out it joy and ran out of the tent towards her. He could hear the sound of his wife’s movement behind him; she had seen the same thing.

He reached down to grab her in his arms but froze, it was his daughter but she was stripped naked and dusted with sand. Strangest of all there appeared to be a glowing set of wings wrapped around her body. His daughter looked up at him and there was something predatory in her gaze. She opened her lips and spoke a word that resonated on the air. He felt the word slam into him like a hammer and a wave of lethargy seeped over him. He couldn’t hold himself up anymore, he was just so tired. He fell to his knees and then pitched over into the sand with the last of his energy he looked up and saw his daughter grinning in manic delight as her hands went to her chest and pussy. He heard her moan, “Obedience is pleasure.” then he blacked out.



Amelie’s every move was pleasure, each step she took and movement she made sent shivers of joy up and down her spine and deep into her brain. For each move she made and action she took was for the greater glory of her mistress. The sleep spell had been easy just as her slave sister Merit had told her it would be, she still had her Ka and that made magic so much easier. After rewarding herself with a mind blowing orgasm she went about preparing her parents for their rightful place in Odjit’s service.

It should have been difficult getting their unconscious forms back into the tent but it had been easy, she felt suffused with power and determination and it hadn’t taken long to drag her father back into the tent. She left her mother on the floor and, with some effort, managed to get her father onto one of the sleeping cots. She then grabbed the water pitcher and took a moment to rinse the sand and sweat off of her body, her hands were tempted to linger on her newly discovered pleasure points but she was unworthy of pleasure until she served her mistress.

Merit’s Ba unlatched itself from her back and flew gracefully to perch on one of the folding chairs overlooking her mother. “Prepare her.” Amelie moved quickly to follow the orders of one of Mistress’s chosen. She pulled and prodded at her mothers form trying to dislodge the complex arrangement of buttons and ties that held her outfit together. Eventually she sighed and grabbed a large pair of scissors off of her father’s work desk and cut her mother free of the confining garments. Her mother’s large breasts and neatly trimmed cunt were on display but they paled in comparison to the true beauty of her Mistress.

Amelie turned back to her father but a sharp word from Merit drew her total attention, “Her Ren, foolish girl what is her NAME.” Amelie bowed in contrition her elder, “Apologizes first chosen, she is Wilhelmina Constance Foria.” The Ba nodded its head, “Very good Slave Amelie, you serve Mistress well, she may even accept you as a pet once she has been freed.” The thought was overwhelming; causing spasms of joy and pleasure so strong they almost took her off of her feet. “Now focus on your duty, I shall handle Wilhelmina you deal with your father, a man,” the word said with scorn,” should be no match for your skills and the magic I have taught you.”  She saw Merit’s Ba settle on her mother’s chest, spiritual claws passing into her body and wrapping themselves around her heart. As Merit began to chant a spell very similar to the one that had shown her true place in the world she turned back to her prone father and her orders. The word alone brought a moistening to her pussy.



The sensation of pleasure slowly drew Marcus out of a deep sleep. It began with the unmistakable feeling of a warm mouth wrapped around his member which soon grew hard with the skilled movements of tongue and lips couples with motions of the hands. In his sleepy daze he couldn’t really focus on much more then the wonderful sensations but somewhere in the back of his mind he found himself thinking that Wilhelmina had only given him oral pleasures on a few occasions and never without requiring many gifts and other concessions on his part. In fact being spontaneous sexually was very out of character for her. Still it felt wonderful, far better then anything he had felt in the past so he just lay their half asleep and enjoying it.

After endless moments he found himself rock hard and the sensations on his member ceased, he wanted to speak and raise a complaint but he was still too out of it. As it so happened it was unnecessary because he felt a very different and very pleasurable sensation engulf his member as a oddly light weight fell on his hips. He could feel himself slipping slowly into a tight smooth wet crevasse. The feeling was almost painful at first but then it was wonderful as his member slid in and out without any effort on his part.

As his mind began to clear he realized several things were wrong, much like oral sex her wife was not one to take a dominant role such as this and she seemed far to light and tight. Even odder he could hear words being spoken, he couldn’t place the language but it sounded like a dialect of Egyptian that his wasn’t familiar with. It was soft so it was probably coming from outside but it seemed like it was from right above him. He fought against his lethargy and the pleasure and managed to force his eyes open just a crack. His eyes began to focus and everything made more sense, of course it wasn’t Wilhelmina riding him like an animal in heat, it was Amelie. That made more sense.

His eyes shot open and he threw his naked daughter off of him. At least that’s what he intended to do, he found that he was being held down by something and he had trouble focusing on anything except the intense sexual sensations flowing from his cock and the strange words that seemed to wrap his head in gauze. “Amelie… no… you have to stop this is….” His whispered words were interrupted by a shared grunt of pleasure between father and daughter, “is…. so wrong…” His daughter’s eyes locked with his and he could see that on some very fundamental level this wasn’t his child anymore. The words seemed to hang in the air as she stopped chanting and spoke to him.

Marcus Jacob Foria,” His name resonated in the air and deep inside him. “Relax… Enjoy…” He felt his body respond to her commands, his muscles relaxed and the pleasure intensified simply because she had told him that it would. His mind was reeling with the pleasure, it was so hard to do anything but relax and enjoy… it did feel so good, his daughter was so tight and she was doing things with her muscles that seemed to bring him to the brink of ecstasy, hold him there, and then back him away leaving him only wanting more. He struggled again trying to pull himself out of this stupor when she spoke again.

 “Forget… Submit… Obey…” The words echoed in his mind, he felt his resistance draining away, he couldn’t remember why he had been trying to fight, who would fight this pleasure… He would submit to the pleasure, submit to being controlled. Amelie was right… he should submit and obey… it felt too good to do anything else. He tensed once again inside her and she began chanting again this time he felt the words slip inside him and he welcomed them, he submitted to them let them worm their way inside his brain and wipe it clean of anything but submission and obedience. The pleasure built once again and there was no stopping it this time he felt the words in his mind urging him onward as his daughter/mistress bounced up and down, impaling herself over and over on his rock hard cock. Suddenly she stopped, his cock just outside her pussy, the words ending, turning to silence. She leaned over him and whispered in his ear, “Cum for me Daddy,” before impaling herself completely on him.

Father and daughter cried out in pleasure and he blasted wave after wave of cum into her. Amelie came as well, not from her father’s pathetic cock, he was just another tool, but from the pure pleasure of accomplishing a goal for her mistress.

Eight Months Later


Amelie stood outside the tomb entrance giving orders to the workers who were carefully breaking the seals in a prescribed order. It hadn’t been difficult to seduce and enslave her father’s workers and their families her magic was growing stronger by the day.  Merit said it was because she still had her entire soul to power it. Each family had fallen becoming her lovers and slaves and together, man, woman and child alike worked together to break through millennia of rock and stone to reach this spot.

Merit flew through the stone door and perched on Amelie’s shoulder. “Mistress is impatient slave.” Amelie resisted an urge to return a cutting remark, over the months she had begun to see herself as Odjit’s true tool in the world, Merit was useful but she was far too weekend by her death. Still only Odjit could place her above the Ba so she showed respect. “The outer seals are trapped as you can see. If not broken properly the entire mountain would collapse and we would have to begin again.”

Merit tilted her head and examined the door, “You are correct, mistress will be pleased.” Amelie didn’t need Merit’s words to tell her that but still she clenched her muscles around the lacquered wooden dildos she had in her pussy and ass. She had her mother buy them in Cairo so that she could play with her slaves in new ways. This close to her Mistress though she desperately needed their constant stimulation to keep her mind focused on anything other then pleasure and sex.

Finally after what seemed like hours the last seal was broken and the workers had destroyed the door with pickaxes and hammers. She didn’t care to preserve the prison the held her mistress. With the entryway open at last she grabbed up a lantern and gestured to her mother and father both who were waiting for her signal. Inside the entrance they divested themselves of their clothing, it would be improper to greet their mistress in any other way.

By the light of the lantern they could see it was a small tomb, only one large cube of stone. The inside was filled with three small sarcophagi, a myriad of ancient tools of magic deemed too unstable to destroy, and the large slab of rock that held the desiccated corpse of Odjit. She had not been mummified; rather her body had been placed on the slab and strapped down with large clamps made of gold carved with complex spells. Without preparation Odjit should have rotted and gone to dust thousands of years ago but the spells on her body were strong and while she was brittle and thin she was in tacked.

Her mother and father fell to their knees before the alter stone. Amelie wanted to do the same but she knew she had one last duty. After this her fate, the fate of her family, the workers, even the world would be in the hands of her Mistress. It didn’t matter if she lived or died there was only obedience, submission and pleasure. She placed the lantern on the edge of the alter and took from her father’s hands a hammer and spike. She placed the spike against the central spell carved into the metal and with all her strength brought the hammer down.

The gold toned like a bell and the carving was marred beyond recognition. Amelie felt the greatest orgasm of her life wash over her as the room filled with the presence she had never felt in reality but knew so very well. Out of the corpse stood a Ba, but unlike Merit it was human in shape, she knew it from the visions Merit had shared. She fell to her knees to match her parents in submission. The Ba stretched and moved like a sleeper waking from a long nap. Finally she looked down at the family before her and a wicked smile crossed her face…

The End

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