Ancient Revenge - The British Museum
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				Title: <strong>Ancient Revenge - The British Museum</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drivestort</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 07:02:15</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12px;" class="bbc_size">It was well past midnight, and Michael Wells ran out of coffee an hour ago. He had been biting his lip every time he started to nod off, and even that wasn't working any more. He was the only one around, none of the security personnel came by where he was. His cheap metal folding chair was set up facing an open sarcophagus. On a nearby crate was laid a couple of reference books, but they were proving useless. As were his notebooks, made over the past twenty years. Michael had been having trouble translating the hieroglyphs on the sarcophagus he was presented. Most of the individual glyphs he had, but the context was all off, he absolutely knew that if he could identify just a few of the new ones, everything would fall in place. As if that weren't enough, the mummy inside was bound in rope and chain, the rope almost degraded in the time it's spent hidden in the secret tomb. And of course, the biggest question was 'Who is this, and why was she bound, even dead?' It was frustrating to the point of almost being infuriating.<br><br>Currently, however, all Michael wanted to do was bash his forehead into the sarcophagus until he was good and unconscious. That way, at least, he'd decipher through osmosis. Of course, he couldn't do that. Instead, Michael was kneeling on the floor, banging his head into the seat of his chair. He stopped himself before he got a bruise, and decided to try reading over the glyphs again.<br><br>Michael realized he was working in vain when he began to hallucinate Ra's severed penis on Isis in the shape of a hawk, fucking a lotus. He looked at his watch, and realized he hadn't slept in almost 24 hours. Michael stood, swaying a bit on his feet. He knew he wasn't of much use like this. "Don't worry," he placed a hand lightly on the sarcophagus lid. "I'll be back for you, and every one of your dirty little secrets is gonna be mine." Wells turned around, and meandered his way to an adjacent room. He curled up on a little cot, and set his phone's alarm to go off in a couple of hours before turning off the light and falling asleep.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ancient Revenge - The British Museum</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 19:42:28</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was like being thrust into light after an eternal tunnel of darkness. The first thing that returned was her thoughts. As soon as the mind returned, so did the body, and it was very painful. At first, she tried to struggle, but there was no muscle to move with. Dull nerve endings felt tough and leathery like a dried skeleton.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Ancient Queen Cleopatra would have screamed out in agony as her body reconstructed itself, but her throat was still withered decomposed ash. When she could, she let out a low moan through the gag as the pain finally began to subside as her flesh and bones began to live once again.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She wriggled in her bonds, and the chains holding her began to break, the old metal leaving muddy rust trails on the shriveled bandages that wrapped her body. As soon as her hands and arms were free, she clawed the rest away and pulled the old leather gag from her mouth. It broke away easily and fell apart in her hands.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra slowly sat up and brushed her tawny skin of dust and fiber, beginning to seethe with anger. How dare those three do this to her! They would pay for their act with a thousand deaths!<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She began to hoist herself from the sarcophagus, limbs still weak from an unknown slumber. She ripped the burial wrappings from her body and pulled away the dried cord around her limbs. As she did, the cover slid off and clanged to the floor, and with it charms and medallions that had been wrapped beneath the bandages. Cleopatra slid over the edge and onto a cold floor, completely nude as she had been when the three descended upon her and bound and gagged her.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The place she had been left in was not her palace, nor was it a tomb. The architecture was unfamiliar, but was filled with many objects that were familiar. The air was cool and drafty, not the hot dry breezes of desert air, and everything was lit with glowing orbs and tubes like the sun.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;What was this place, and how long had she been sealed? She looked into the reflection of the golden sarcophagus and saw that she was once again her former self; deep black hair, melon-sized breasts, and a curvy voluptuous figure. Her power was slowly returning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ancient Revenge - The British Museum</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drivestort</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 05:01:21</strong>
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				The queen's moans and the snapping of chains caused Michael to stir, grumbling a bit as he shifted on the cot much as was manageable.&nbsp; He was having odd dreams, hieroglyphics and Egyptian gods doing strange things in his mind. The sarcophagus falling to the floor, however, snapped him awake. Wells flailed off of the cot with a clatter, scrambling out of the room he was in. He stumbled into the main holding room, doing his best not to trip over himself.<br><br><br>"What's going on? Who? Wha-" His mouth hung slack and his eyes went wide when he saw the sarcophagus opened. He tried to speak, but all his jaw was capable of doing was chewing the air uselessly, small, confused squeaks coming out.<br><br><br>Then, Michael processed what, or rather who, was standing in front of the thing. He leveled a finger at the nude woman, staring dumbly, though at least his voice managed to find itself again. "Who... What're... What happen..." His mind wasn't all there, though, for the shock of sudden wakefulness, stun of an artifact opening itself, and the awe of the gorgeous woman in front of him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ancient Revenge - The British Museum</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 20:49:12</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra turned to the intruding voice, her black silky hair spiraling about her shoulders. He was dressed in a fashion she had never seen before, and looked like he had just been pulled from a slumber. It must have been the sarcophagus falling to the ground that had awoken him. But who was he? Was he in league with the three who sealed her?<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Immediately she glared at him and strode foreward. Her physical strength was that of a mortal woman, but she possessed enough powers to intimidate such a pitiful looking man, even after being freshly released from her prison. She raised her own arm as if she was reaching out to him, then let her power slide over him.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You do not question me, mortal,” she hissed. The room around her seemed to grow heavy with air, boring down on his shoulders like a yoke would around an oxen’s neck. “Now kneel before your Goddess!”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She neared him, the tips of her fingers just barely reaching his face. Cleopatra slowly lowered her hand, and with it, the stress grew stronger on his shoulder, and the man collapsed to his knees in front of her naked form.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Who are you, and what is this place?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ancient Revenge - The British Museum</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drivestort</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 21:13:01</strong>
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				Michael was confused when the woman started talking. It sounded Egyptian, but was definitely a dialect he didn't recognize. His shoulders slumped, his breathing slowing as the air seemed to bear down on him. Befuddled, he recognized the words 'kneel' and 'goddess', which only confused him further.<br><br><br>He fell to his knees, wincing as they struck the bare floor. His head hung, shoulders heaving as he tried to breathe. It felt like he was trying to suck in air through leather. Michael closed his eyes, furrowing his brows as he tried to make sense of her words. It took him a very long moment between Cleopatra's questions and his answer, "I... I'm... Michael Wells. This is the British Museum, a storage room." He swallowed hard, slowly lifting his head to look up at the queen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ancient Revenge - The British Museum</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 02:06:38</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra knew not the gibberish in which the man spoke. It was another language, and more foreign to her ears than any of the dialects and languages she knew, which was quite considerable.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Hmph!” she huffed, then released the weight on his shoulders, only to grab him by the scruff of his collar. The material between her fingers was also unfamiliar; coarse between her fingers, not unlike the clothing of her lowest slaves that worked in the fields.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She studied the man’s face. He was frightened and nervous, but she sensed that spark of arousal that all men felt when faced with her presence. Her nude body was glorious, save for a few patches of dust and fibers from the bandages. Enormous breasts pushed into his chest, nipples stiffening as the rough fibers stimulated them further. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It seemed the world had changed quite a bit, and the Queen was going to learn of it quickly. With a hungry gasp, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his, forcing her tongue into his mouth. She gave him no room to control, and pushed against him, forcing him back onto a chair that was made of solid metal and then settling onto his lap. An uncomfortable fucking, but necessary.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra ground her loins on top of his, the experience of hundreds of years working into his own crotch. With her lips still sealed tightly upon his, she grabbed his wrists, forcing them to her buttocks, then pressed his hands against them, inviting him to take part willingly in the seduction of her prey.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ancient Revenge - The British Museum</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drivestort</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 06:13:50</strong>
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				A thousand thoughts ran through Michael's mind as he was pulled back up and Cleopatra pulled his chest against his. His eyes went down into the valley of her cleavage. Oh god, I lose a mummy, and now I'm going to be raped! He silently cursed himself for getting hard, feeling Cleopatra's massive tits pressed to him.<br><br><br>He couldn't help but to moan against her lips and around her tongue, his eyes wide in silent surprise. Michael felt himself weak, unable to resist her, and fell back into the chair. With his hands planted on her ass, the last shreds of resistant thought melted away. He kneaded the flesh of her ass, squeezing it between his fingers.<br><br><br>Gods above and below, Cleopatra's ass was the best he'd ever laid hands on. He pulled her tighter against him, his cock already painfully hard within his olive slacks, which felt far too tight suddenly. One of his hands left her behind, reaching between them to try and unbuckle his belt and open his pants.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ancient Revenge - The British Museum</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 07:52:28</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;One hand left her buttock, but she immediately snatched at the wrist and placed it back against the cheek. Instead of allowing him to undo his own loins, she continued her grinding for a while more, working her hips into his crotch. It was more stimulation for her own sake, and once Cleopatra felt properly heated to some degree, she reached down and began to remove his clothes.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;What hid his groin was a needlessly complex and covering garment, locked belt of leather. She tore the buckle open, paying no mind to the item that popped off the cloth as she tugged it open, nor the metallic thread that tore itself apart. She reached to his groin, only to be thwarted by a thin loin cloth beneath to which she nearly tore off.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then her hand circled around the width of his already-stiff cock. Only a few strokes brought it to its full potency. But still she held back, content with the light thrust of her hips, the rhythmic pull of her hand, and her invasive lips and tongue upon her prey’s mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ancient Revenge - The British Museum</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drivestort</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 11:55:50</strong>
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				Though Michael wanted to, he couldn't protest Cleopatra tearing his clothes away, and for more reason than just the tongue in his mouth. He moaned and writhed beneath the woman, groping mindlessly at her ass and returning her lips and tongue's ministrations hungrily.<br><br><br>Bucking his hips up, Michael thrust his hard cock into her hand. Soon, she had pre-cum leaking from the tip, as he continued to hump up into her palm as best he could with her straddling his hips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ancient Revenge - The British Museum</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 23:15:44</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The head of his cock brushed her groin, feeling wet and slick. He was finally ready for her. Cleopatra ground once hard against his squirming, asserting her power over him, then lifted herself enough to position his cock against her lips, then slid down upon him. He went in smoothly, aided by his own juice, and she settled against the base.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He was not overly large, like her personal bed slaves, though her perfect loins seemed to wrap around him tightly. Cleopatra moaned into his mouth, but it was more to spur his own arousal than her own. The act of taking him within her would allow her to glimpse into his mind. It wouldn’t explain everything she desired, but it would at least be enough to catch sight of the state of the world.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ever so slowly, she moved her hips back and forth, grinding his cock within her. She controlled the pace as she trapped his hips firmly under her weight. The passion gradually built within her, low in her abdomen. Yes…how long had it been since she had received a fucking? A hundred years? Hundreds? Thousands? She would enjoy him to his fullest, and what was left of him would bow down and serve her.
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				Post by: <strong>Drivestort</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 05:40:37</strong>
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				Michael sucked in a sharp breath through his nose as the woman slipped down onto his cock. His chest lifted, pressing himself snugly against her breasts again. He groaned into her mouth, his shaft jerking and throbbing with need inside her tight confines.<br><br><br>Long fingers dug into Cleopatra's plush ass, his breath quickening as she started to rock and move her hips, his own futilely trying to lift up, his body desperately begging her for more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ancient Revenge - The British Museum</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>08-02-2010, 23:25:07</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra finally broke the seal of her lips on his own, letting out a passionate and lustful moan as she continued to grind his cock into her tight moist cunt. Her prey’s hands continued to dutifully knead her ass like great mounds of clay or dough. They circled round and round, gripping the taught flesh and spreading her cheeks, stimulating her further.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The grinding ceased, but only for a moment. Cleopatra wrapped her hands around his neck, and then buried his face into the valley of her cleavage. Powerful thighs working, she began to fuck him, slowly at first, bouncing up and down, until the pace grew steady. The uncomfortable chair was of ice, as was the stone floor, but the rest of her body burned in sexual fire as she forced herself down on him again and again.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Yes…yes…” she panted between breaths. “Relinquish yourself to me slave…submit to the pleasure of your new Goddess.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ancient Revenge - The British Museum</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drivestort</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 07:55:14</strong>
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				Michael gasped for breath when Cleopatra finally pulled her lips from his, though the respite was only cut off by her hands around his throat. He made muffled noises between her breasts. A number of times, at least as recently as that morning, Michael Wells had imagined dying this way. His face buried within a massive valley of cleavage, with a woman riding his cock. Now he was afraid that dream would come true all too cruelly if he didn't satisfy the woman bouncing in his lap.<br><br><br>He turned his head, attempting to move enough to take a nipple in his mouth, if only she'd allow him. Nonetheless, his hands continued to feverishly work her ass, fingers trailing between her cheeks, seeking out her asshole in the hopes she'd enjoy it.
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 20:11:17</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her prey’s head twisted in her bust, either trying to escape or to sample its fruits at will. Regardless, Cleopatra kept his face buried within the deep valley; it was her who would determine when a slave could indulge in her breasts. Right now, they were a tool of submission, hindering the breath and muffling the cries, yet at the same time stirring sensuous pleasure into the body.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra moaned as his cock slid in and out of her. The man’s hands spread her cheeks apart, the tips of his fingers probing the tight circle of her ass. Had they been in her private chambers, she might have had him fuck her up the ass.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her pace increased, the sounds of her buttocks slapping against his lap. It lacked the loud wet smack of bare hips on ass, and the fabric of his clothing was unfamiliar, not the smooth oiled skin of a bed slave. The chair creaked and scraped on the cold floor, but she remained devoted in the furious mating that she desired.
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				Post by: <strong>Drivestort</strong> on <strong>15-02-2010, 23:09:59</strong>
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				With Cleopatra refusing to let his head out of her cleavage, Michael's moans grew louder, though still drowned in the pillows of flesh that enveloped his head. He writhed beneath her desperately, growing light headed and fearing passing out. Desperate to be released, he did his best to lift and thrust his hips up, struggling to counter fuck Cleopatra's pace. His fingers began to tease and stroke her asshole, attempting to push into the tight hole, in the hopes that if she got off, she'd let him breathe sooner.
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 01:07:13</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The man’s fingers were doing a fine job at their task. Soon, Cleopatra’s asshole buzzed with an erotic sense of foreign pleasure as he worked his finger into it and teased the muscle. Combined with her relentless pace upon his lap, her climax neared quickly, and she began to bounce with out reserve. His face was released from her chest for a moment, only to collide with a breast again, or to fall within the crevice.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her moans intensified as she neared that edge, and as she let herself fall over its edge, she let out a cry of ecstasy. Her cunt exploded with trickling juices onto his clothes as she ripped an orgasm out of herself. As the ancient Queen became lost in the sea of pleasure, things began to imprint upon her mind from her prey.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It wasn’t what she desired, not nearly enough, but it would have to do. Things swirled in her mind which she did not understand, images that made no sense. Familiar words rang in her mind. ‘Michael Wells.’ It was the name the man had spoken, his name.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra slowed her hips to a slow grind, milking out the last of her orgasm. She was unsure whether he had climaxed as well underneath her own juices. But that was of no concern.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You are Michael Wells, are you not?” She demanded through her pants as she pulled his head from her breasts to stare deep into his eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ancient Revenge - The British Museum</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drivestort</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 08:51:52</strong>
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				Michael sucked air in like a dying man as he was released from Cleopatra's cleavage. Her massive tits smacked his face back and forth, making the room spin and his head light. Like being choked near unconsciousness near the point of orgasm, the head rush combined with Cleopatra's cunt enveloping him sent Michael into oblivion. His eyes went back in his head, an arm hugging the Queen against him as they came, the finger in her ass plunging to the last knuckle.<br><br><br>With the Queen spasming around him, Michael's cock throbbed and pulsed, his seed flooding deep into her, his hips rocking as best they could beneath Cleopatra. His head fell back as she milked the last of his load out of his cock, gasping.<br><br><br>His eyes fluttered open as she lifted his head, nodding dumbly. "I... I am..." he said a bit weakly, confused again. How the hell did she know his name? It wasn't like she gave him a chance to say anything, drowning him in an ocean of cleavage like that.
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