Holly
The growl of an animal awakened me. I slowly blinked as I stared at the thick wooden beams on the ceiling.
I was in the chapel. On the altar. Naked.
I tried to sit up, but I couldn't move. Something brushed over my forehead, and I screamed.
Laughter echoed around the chapel, but it filled my belly with dread.
“Who are you? Why are you doing this?” I shouted, glancing around until I saw Mrs Denby, Owen and a tall old man wearing an eye patch.
His hair was white, but he was so skinny that he resembled a skeleton. Like the rest of the staff, his gaunt face was expressionless.
Footsteps echoed around me. The heavy steps on the wooden floor made me search for the person. Sir Dacre stood before me, only he was younger.
“Do you like my puppets of the dead?” he said with a smile, but pride shone from his dark eyes.
I glanced down to see his dog, Ahkur, beside him. The dog’s black eyes shone, reflecting the candlelight.
“Are you going to kill me?” I asked, staring at the dog’s dead eyes.
“I need you alive—for now,” he said, rubbing his beard that had gone from white to dark brown. “I do enjoy warm flesh from time to time.”
“This is just another nightmare, Holly. Wake up,” I said, beginning to panic. “Wake up.”
My desperate words made the bastard chuckle.
“That was rude of me. Yet, you managed to kill Owen all on your own,” he mused, trailing his finger along my abdomen, reminding me of where I stabbed and gutted Owen.
“Liar. You're lying,” I screeched.
“My trusty staff recorded it all,” he said, spreading my thighs to stare at my pussy.
My feet fell off the edge of the altar, leaving me open and exposed.
“No, get away from me,” I gasped, panting as I tried to move.
“You can't move because you drank a potent potion this morning.”
The coffee.
“What was in it?”
“Nothing for you to be concerned about. Just some burnt ashes,” he said, tugging at his tie.
I watched it slide from his collar and fall to the floor as he unbuttoned his shirt. When his shirt parted I saw his body was tattooed all over with symbols. It was lines and lines of hieroglyphics.
“Your people took my tomb. Stole from me, awakened me and placed my amulet beneath this place of worship,” he said, waving his hand around the chapel.
Amulet?
Amulets were used as part of their magic rituals. Could he have tethered his soul to one?
“I met you by chance, but your soul is old. One I recognised,” he said, unbuckling his belt.
I tried to shake my head, but I couldn't move.
“What?” I asked, confused.
“You were a powerful priestess in my time. You objected to my method of rule and eventually had me poisoned,” he said with a smile. “Look at you now, Iset. Completely immobilised by ingesting the very thing you despised.”
Iset? Priestess?
“What did you give me?” I croaked.
“Crushed human remains with a potent dark spell. Imagine my surprise when I came across you after almost five thousand years. The Gods have been good to me.”
“I’m not this Iset person. My name is Holly—”
My words died away when I saw his dick. He had several black symbols on his damn dick.
“You're going to be instrumental to my return into this world. No more wearing these meat suits,” he said, climbing onto the altar. “I enjoyed toying with you, Iset.”
He lifted my legs and placed them over his shoulders.
“The irony is delicious,” he murmured against my neck before licking it.
“No,” I whimpered.
“Oh, yes,” he said, prying my mouth open by squeezing my jaw.
The others began to chant while he pushed his tongue inside of my mouth. His heavy cock rested between my thighs. It jerked between us as his tongue ravaged my mouth. His body wasn’t cold, but it wasn’t hot either.
He pulled back to stare at me. Anger burned within his eyes.
“You poisoned me like a coward, Iset. You owe me a life. A life created from your body,” he said, his voice cold and unwavering.
He rocked his hips, sliding his cock between my folds until I felt myself grow slick.
“You can’t,” I gasped, trying to resist, but he only ground himself harder against my pussy, coating himself in my growing arousal.
“I can,” he said lazily, glancing at my breasts. “And I will. Day and night if need be. Owen, come here and suck your mistress's tits. She took a liking to you before she slit your throat.”
“No, I didn’t,” I said, watching Owen move closer.
Sir Dacre or Nebka moved back as Owen bent down to capture my nipple in his mouth.
His lips were cold, but his mouth was wet as he diligently began to suck on my nipple.
His tongue flicked my hardening tip while Nebka moved faster.
I moaned at the dual assault, unable to stop myself.
Fingers gripped my breasts, and Owen sucked harder.
I felt Nebka’s swollen head probe my entrance before he slowly began to slide into me. He was stretching me open with his long hard dick while Owen pinched my nipple.
“Yes, take my cock like a little whore. You’re no longer the haughty priestess that your followers protected,” he groaned.
My flesh began to yield as he penetrated me. His hands gripped my hips as he tilted them up. He pulled back and thrust himself back inside me, slamming his cock so deep that I screamed in pain and pleasure. He held himself inside of me before he chuckled.
“Such a lovely tight hole for me to fuck,” he said before he drew all the way back until only the head of his cock remained inside of me and then slammed into my hole.
I cried out into the candlelit chapel, feeling every inch of him inside of me and his balls slap against my wet pussy.
He pulled my legs down and held the back of my thighs as he started to viciously thrust in and out of my pussy.
Owen’s mouth covers mine, his tongue plunging in and out of my mouth, stabbing me while his Master does the same to my pussy.
Nebka began to recite something in the same ancient tongue that his servants used.
I closed my eyes, listening to them all as the sounds mingled with the owed wet sounds as he fucked me faster.
He stopped reciting, and his thrusts became less rhythmic.
I moaned into Owen’s mouth as I clamped down on the driving cock inside me.
My eyes snapped open, and I saw the triumphant look in Nebka’s eyes.
He pushed Owen away from me, his hands falling onto the stone altar as he continued to fuck me through my orgasm.
I was a quickening mess as all my muscles tightened, but I was still unable to move.
He hissed through his teeth before he slammed into me so hard that I felt myself slide along the altar, but his hips kept me sandwiched between them.
He groaned, throwing his head back as I felt his warm cum flood my insides. I relaxed against the hard altar, grateful that my humiliation was over.