<div class="floatright">(http://protesilaus.vndv.com/tomb-of-horrors/tomb-of-horrors5.png)</div><br/>Wahida's mother didn't even deign to look at her.  She lay on the stone altar as if a piece of marble herself, unmoving, unconcerned.   The priests had Wahida kneel on the floor in between the archway and the stone altar.  In the background the priests began chanting and the head priest whispered softly, "As you hope to live, you will remain still no matter what you see until the ceremony is over.  Failure will mean your death."  he paused and then added in a whisper barely able to be heard, "You know that your sister disappeared several years ago on her eighteenth birthday."<br/><br/>The priest didn't say that Wahida's sister had disobeyed, but she wasn't willing to take that chance.  It was the first time in nearly five years that Wahida had heard anyone even mention her older sister's name.  Such a thing wasn't done.  Wahida took her place on the stone floor as the chanting increased.   The archway began to fill with a misty fog.  The fog slowly coalesced into a solid wall of milky white energy.  The priest's chanting grew stronger.  Words of power that Wahida didn't understand filled her mind and buzzed about like flies in a jar.  She shut her eyes trying to block the words out, afraid to move one inch from the position that the priest had positioned her in.<br/><br/>Until she felt a presence behind her.  Her mother had slid from the altar and was standing behind her.  Her mother ran a hand gently through Wahida's hair as if stroking a beloved pet.  Then a soft whisper, "Be brave daughter."   Then the Queen's hands moved to Wahida's shoulders and drew open the front of the dress, exposing Wahida's flesh.  For a moment Wahida felt a heady powerful rush, and she realized it was a smell.  Her mother's smell wafted across Wahida and made her feel light headed.  She smelt of incesnse and herbs, of power, and... something else...  Wahida had a moment where she recognized the final scent, it was that same scent that her own sex dripped whenever she was excited.  Her mother, standing behind her was aroused.<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://cgmotionbox.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/A2.jpg)</div><br/>But even as the realization hit Wahida, something happened.  A figure stepped regally from the milky white portal in front of her.   The woman looked every bit as regal and graceful as any queen that had ever been.  When she spoke her words were pure honey laden with smoke and lust.  Whoever this woman was she must be a powerful mage, possibly even more powerful than mother?  "Greetings Kuraga," the woman said.  "It has been five years, is this your offering?"<br/><br/>Your mother's voice sounded.... almost humble as she spoke.  Something you don't think you've ever heard in your entire life.  "Yes Queen Mal.  This is my daughter Wahida, borne of my flesh and offered to you as per our agreement."   'Offered?' Wahida wondered, was she to be sent to another kingdom for training?  The only thing keeping her from moving was the thought that doing so would mean her death, like that of her sister.<br/><br/>The queen, 'Mal?' looked down at Wahida, "She doesn't look like much of a fighter, you've pampered her too much.  She won't survive in my world for long."  Mal's hand reached down to touch Wahida and the touch was wrong somehow.  As if evil could take form and it was soiling her flesh by it's very touch.<br/><br/>Your mother spoke, and the scent of arousal rose as Wahida heard a soft sound, like wet flesh being stroked quickly.  A low 'schlick schlick schlick' from behind Wahida as Queen Kuraga spoke again, "I care not, take her as a fuck toy for all I care.  I've fulfilled my end of the bargain now give me what I want."<br/><br/>You had just enough time to turn around in shock and see your mother, two fingers crammed into her shaved sex while her other hand furiously circled her clit.  Your thought was of surprise, you thought your sex got wet, but your mother's juices were literally pooling between her legs and running down the edge of the stone altar where she sat.  But then your body was pain.  Queen Mal grabbed you by your hair and pulled you upwards.  Another form appeared from the portal.  A man, well, partially man.  A demon.  He stood seven feet tall and his midnight black skin was perfectly smooth and rubbery.  He had horns like that of a ram growing from his head and cloven hooved feet.  But most noticeable was the dick between the man's muscular legs.  Easily two feet long and three inches across, it hung between his legs past his knees despite it's rock hard state.   The last you saw of your world was the demon penetrating your mother as she cried out in ecstasy, but then you were thrown through the portal.<br/><br/>The portal felt like a million insects crawling across your skin stinging and biting.  But in a moment you were through.  It took a moment for your eyes to adjust as you crawled confused on the stone floor.  But then you realized you were in some small cave.  Perhaps twenty or thirty feet across and with a single opening leading out into what looked like daylight.  But there was no portal back home, nor Queen Mal.  You looked around and noticed a lump in the corner, but before you could go to inspect it, a ghostly apparition appeared out of thin air.<br/><br/>It was your older sister, but translucent and wavering in and out of existence.  "Greetings sister," the spirit said, "Happy birthday, now you know where I disappeared too several years ago.