The Artifact
By Cara B. Witching
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My pen lightly taps against the desk before me, resting my head in my hand. I glance down to my sketchbook, and slide my feet from the confines of my sandals to rest them into the cool, desert sand.
It’s hard to believe I’ve been on the other side of the world for over two weeks.
Of course, I’ve always longed to see Egypt, and even if the last fourteen days have been nothing but sand and rock, I still believed in my partner’s vision, and I was happy to finance his dream. And finding him cute definitely had something to do with it.
I could still the day I met Doctor Jackson at one of my charity brunches. The way he’d awkwardly stumbled up to me, almost tripping as he tried to introduce himself through a shy and nervous voice.
He claimed that we were lab partners back in Miskatonic, though I certainly didn’t him. But before security could throw him out, I intervened to let him speak. Soon he began explaining to me how there was an untouched region of desert along the Gaza strip, and that it was most likely a well for undiscovered archeological findings.
It was amusing at first, humoring his little investment pitch. And a bit ironic that he was an archeologist, since I could tell there was a cute boy buried somewhere beneath those thick rimmed glasses and messy unkempt hair.
Growing up the wealthy daughter of an aristocrat meant I was no stranger to clumsy suitors. Usually crass, rude, and somewhere beyond unappealing.
But this awkward young gentleman seemed to charm me better than anyone, just his intellect alone made him very attractive to me. It was nice conversing with someone cerebral, even if he could barely speak without sneezing.
And so I found myself over two hundred miles outside Cairo, seated inside a large windproof tent, spending most of my time bringing a woman’s touch to the excavation where I could...Usually just by furnishing my tent, or occupying myself through reading or drawing, like I had been for the last few hours.
My crystal blue eyes scan across the spacious tent, looking somewhat like a cozy living room, just with a sandy floor.
With a soft yawn I turn my attention back to my sketchbook, feeling quite proud of the pyramids I’d drawn, illuminated by the candle flickering beside me, and my smile widens as I hear the tent door zip open.
“Oh nice, those look better than the real ones.”
I spin around to greet his smiling face, digging my feet deeper into the sand with excitement and feeling the soft grain between my toes.
“You know that isn’t sanitary. You’re bound to catch something out here.” He pulls out a handkerchief to sneeze, and I laugh while kicking a bit of sand his way.
“Oh, c’mon and live a little. It’s 1928—I’m a modern girl!” I laugh, twirling my feet around in playful circles, while glancing at the suitcase in his hand.
The candles continue flickering in the night wind, and I rise from my seat to stretch my arms out with a yawn like a limbering kitty.
“Those the new clothes I ordered for you? Betcha look real handsome in green.” I take a metallic cigarette holder from the drawer, using the candle’s flame to light a match.
His face blushes red to my flirtation, fixing his thick glasses to turn his head away. He was so cute, and I don’t think he was used to girls teasing him like I enjoyed doing.
I watch him try and hide his blushing beneath his messy hair, walking across our tent to set the briefcase down on a box of crates.
“Just something we unearthed this morning. The Serpent of Amun-Ra, should date back at least 5000 years.”
“Oh, sounds pricey.” I cross my arms as I enjoy my smoke, swearing I could almost hear a faint hissing coming from the briefcase, while feeling a slight magnetic pull towards its presence.
“Come to me...” I hear a voice within my head command me, like a soft whisper that was just barely audible to myself, but to my subconscious it was an inescapable echo.
Without thinking, I begin moving closer, strutting my bare feet across the sand. My fingers ash my spliff in a nearby cup, walking in a slightly magnetized daze, not really thinking about the steps or actions I was taking
“Well that’s to be decided. But our excavation team seemed pretty spooked by this thing. Locals did too.”
He fixes the briefcase as I come up behind him, giving his hair a quick run through with my hands with a laugh.
“What was in these crates again? Nothing from the dig, right?” He asks me, still looking adorably flustered.
“Hm? Oh, no I sent those out this morning. That one’s just from my last bazaar trip. Clothes, jewelry, stuff like that.” Of course, I leave out that I’d also purchased a few…exotic treats for myself to enjoy.
I give my own hair a flick, rolling up the sleeves of my tan fatigues, before examining the perfect manicure I’ve been able to maintain, even all the way out here.
My eyes follow his hands as he reaches for his handkerchief, no doubt to lose himself in another sneezing fit, when he suddenly pauses. I notice him sniffing the air, before turning to face me.
“What...What is uh...” He stammers off in a shy voice, my perfume invading his nose. He blushes even more when I go to adjust his collar.
“Oh, do you like it? It’s called Cleo, the girl who sold me said it would entice any guy to fall in love with me.” I chirp, giving myself a small twirl across the sand.
“I don’t think you’d need any help in that regard.”
He tells me with a soft chuckle, my heart fluttering both to his sweet words and blushing face, which quickly tries to hide from me.
“I’ve heard some of the workers talking about a barefooted mirage. But I told them to give our investor the respect she deserves.”
I find my hands traveling up his shoulders now, lighting touching my long black nails around his collar. Wow he was a cutie, if only he’d let me fix his mane for him.
“Thanks for sticking up for me, doc.” My voice whispers with a laugh, feeling such an excited thrill by his adorable blushing and shy demeanor.
Before I even know what’s happened, my lips press against his, giving in to my monella playfulness and smooching the young doctor quite loudly with a soft “Mmmm…”
His eyes open wide, while his heart crashes like frantic thunder in his chest, loud enough for me to hear, and I swear I can see little hearts behind those glasses when I release him from my spell.
“O-Oh....” He sighs, a look of blissful wonderment on his face, and I chuckle as I fluff with his messy hair.
“Aw, don’t tell me that was your first kiss?” I wink, running my tongue across my lips.
“First kiss...yeah…” He sighs out dreamily, before shaking his head, trying to snap through my sexy haze clouding his thoughts.
“I-I mean, no way! I...I smooch with girls...all the time...”
“Mmm...Sure thing, stud.” I give his blushing red cheek one more peck, dancing back over to my sketchbook with a playful hum.
His eyes never leave me, totally enraptured by my beauty, and he clears his voice before speaking again.
“I um...I know alcohol is sorta tough to get here but uh...I brought a small bottle of wine before we left..”
“Oh? And you’re telling me this now?”
“Well, I was saving it but um...if you’d like to share with me...”
He doesn’t need to say anything more, I quickly spin back to give him a hug, resting my head to his chest and listening to his frantic heartbeat.
“You don’t mind spending the evening with little ol me?” My lashes flutter in his face, while he gives me a small, nervous smile.
“Of course not, Cara. It’s nice having someone to converse with in English at the end of a long day. You could almost forget I was born in New York.” He laughs, mustering all his bravery to return my playful hair strokes.
“And um...You’re also the prettiest girl...I’ve ever seen...”
My claws dig into his shirt with excitement, making sure to give him a playful little rub with my behind as I turn from his grasp, and strut away like a teasing cat.
“You’re not so bad either, doc...For a geek that is.” I giggle, crossing my arms while biting my lips.
“I’m uh...I’m just gonna grab that wine...and some air...” He fixes his foggy glasses, starting for the exit as I sit down.
“And Cara? Umm...Thanks for believing in me.”
He gives me that adorable smile, and I chuckle when I hear him gasping for breath outside my tent, whispering something to himself about Aphrodite as his voice trails off...
...
The pyramids in my sketchbook look much better now, after touching up the shadows around my cute little illustration, humming while I kick my bare feet beneath the desk.
It’s only been about 5 minutes, but I was eagerly awaiting Jackson’s return, listening for the sound of his quiet sneezing while I mindlessly doodled around the soft pages.
My soft hums fill the tent, resting my head in my hand as I fill in more of the pyramids, before drawing a white spiral eye in the corner of my sketchbook paper.
My eyes trail to the flickering candles, closing my notebook and rising back to my feet. As I glanced towards the briefcase, I’m reminded of the few spicy clothes I’d purchased in the bazaar, and my eyes light up with excitement.
Yes! Imagine if he came back here to see me all dressed up like a sweet and sexy harem girl! Ha, his glasses would probably fly off his head!
I quickly rush back to the drawer, retrieving a small mirror and using it to touch up my soft brown locks in the reflection, still listening for the sound of his return...
Hissssss...
For a moment there my heart leaps, as I think I can hear a sneeze in the distance. But slowly it dawns on me—it was actually a snake hissing!
Instantly I drop the mirror, releasing a gasp as my heart begins to race. Who knows what kind of deadly reptiles called this place home, and now one of them was in here with me!
I’m about to run outside, when I suddenly feel a powerful force grip me tightly, refusing to let me move a muscle. The more I try to extend my foot out, the more I feel constricted in place like a helpless mouse.
“Come, woman.” A deep, primordial voice booms around me, sounding like it came from within my head.
Against my own will I soon find my thoughts slipping away, no matter how desperately I tried to cling onto my mind, I was completely weak and helpless to the power that now held me.
“Nna...Yes...” I hear my own voice moan, slowly turning in place to step robotically towards the briefcase. I still had a semblance of awareness, panic setting in as I felt myself being puppeteered against my will...
“Fall to me, woman. You are mine. You are my slave.”
The voice coils around my brain like a venomous serpent, squeezing all my thoughts away into a vibrant, pulsing red void. My jaw drops open as drool runs down my chin, extending my open palms out before me like a sleepwalker to take the briefcase in my grasp
“Y-Yess...Slavve...Uughaaa...”
My weak voice slurs, feeling myself drop down into a warm, compliant high. Whatever this was that’s claimed me, it felt beyond orgasmic to give myself to its control, my senses rewarded by a powerful rush of dopamine as I let the ancient force own and dominate me.
I hold the briefcase above my head, dropping to my knees and placing it down into the sand. My fingers mindlessly fumble with the latches, before finally tossing it open, a climactic bliss washing over me at obeying.
Inside the briefcase, my hazy vision is greeted by the most beautiful looking cobra statue I’ve ever seen. It was only about a hand’s length, metallic silver in color while red jewels ran across its open hood.
“Oooh...” I can’t help but sigh in its majesty, feeling so happy and grateful to be in the serpent’s presence.
“Weak female. Take me in your hands. I command you.”
My legs cross as I sit, another river of drool pouring down my mesmerized face as I take the gorgeous snake in my hands. The sand flows through my toes while I sigh out, my mind bending even further to its power.
“Yess...Command me...Masster...”
My gaze locks deep into the serpent’s eyes, utterly spellbound and fascinated by its mighty stare. No longer was I clutching a simple idol, I was now lucky enough to be face to face with my God.
“Hissssssss....”
My eyes roll up into my head for a moment at the sound of its powerful hissing, studying the blackness of my empty mind, before I feel myself drawn back under its stare.
“Worship me, female. Worship your God.”
The voice seeps through my ears, while my eyes glaze over completely. I was now totally and undeniably hypnotized by the snake, my mind deeply under its control, I was just a mere plaything for its entertainment.
“Yess....Masssterr.....” My voice sighs out heavily, an arousal spreading beneath my tan shorts at submitting fully to this new, incredible compliance I’d never felt before. I didn’t think it was possible to feel so bubbly and warm.
I place the statue down into the sand before me, standing up on my knees to raise my arms up into the air. With a blank, mindless expression, I slowly bow down to the serpent, sighing with bliss each time.
“I worssship you Massster....You are my God…
I am your ssslavee... I worssship you Masster...”
An even stronger ocean flows between my legs now, feeling so turned on by my own submission. I was so weak, so helpless. The serpent had me, it owned my mind, and I was its property...
“Your mind is so easily ensnared. You would have made an excellent concubine for my harem.” The voice chuckles inside my head, and I stop bowing down when I feel myself being held in place.
“Show me your beauty...Grow wet for me...Open and obey...”
I let my eyes rest back into the cobra’s stare, more drool running down my face, and I soon find my hands traveling up towards my breasts.
I practically rip apart my desert fatigues, desperate to free myself from their confinement so I could show my Master what a beautiful slave he’s tamed…
…
My fatigues fly discarded across the tent, ri to stand above the statue in just my bra and shorts. It isn’t long until they’ve ed my fatigues in the corner, feeling a warm glow overwhelm my senses as my Master looks me over, quite pleased.
“Yesss...Such impressive beauty...You’d be the jewel of my harem...”
I can’t help but let a thoughtless smile overtake my face, my cheeks blushing bright red when I feel my womanhood being gently massaged, a serpent’s tail running teasing circles around my clit.
“Yesss Masster...Oh!...I am....the jewel...of your harem…Haaaouuaa…”
My arms rise out before me once more, and a few soft snores escape past my lips as I march back towards the crates, kicking the empty briefcase away with my bare foot.
The sand feels so cool and heavenly beneath my soles, only deepening my relaxing trance, approaching the crate with a smile.
My hands fumble about to open the small, wooden container, exploring its confines without even looking, just letting my hands be guided on their own, and I grin even wider once they hold up a skimpy two piece before my face.
“Put it on...Put it on and dance for me… be my harem girl...”
I respond with a soft, “oohaa”, as my head rolls back with a snore, completely lost in the dreamy euphoria, quickly snapping back to attention when I feel a scaly snake tail smack my ass cheek like a whip.
“Yesss...Masster...I amm...your...ssslave...”
My hands drop the loincloth bottoms to the floor, fastening the small and rather revealing top over my breasts, feeling them pushed up as my open cleavage becomes even more enticing.
Soft black fabric now barely covered my bosom, etched with a fine gold linen, a bright red ruby centered between my cleavage, catching the light while my girls looked like they could pop out at any moment.
My hands travel back down to the sand, bending over to present my chest to the snake. I retrieve the matching black loincloth, stepping into it and pulling the strings to rest on my hips, draping the comfortable fabric over my privates.
My ass is completely exposed like a thong, only a small black string running through my crack, while the front of my loincloth was etched with more sparkly rubies, designed to resemble the treasure they now concealed...
The voice chuckles in my mind again, my decorated and practically nude body shaking with pleasure as I sighed. I tie my hair up into a sporty bun, and reach back into the crate, sliding a silver metallic bracelet up my arm, before I fasten a small translucent veil over the bottom half of my face.
“Yesss...Weak minded beauty...You are mine...”
“Yess Masster...I am...yours...”
“Now dance, harem girl. Dance and entertain me with the body I own...”
“Yess Masssteer....I will...dancee...Ooohaaa..”
I release another compliant sigh as my arms raise above my head, interlocking my fingers to gently sway my hips about. My gyrating body moves closer to the snake, swaying my chest back and forth, and undulating my bare stomach.
More intense pleasure runs through me, and even deeply hypnotized like this, I can still feel my vagina pulsating with excitement, getting wetter and wetter, screaming for my God to enter me...
....
“Hey, so, looks like one of the workers got into my wine stash. But I was able to snag some champagne over a game of senet—”
My partner’s voice instantly trails off once he enters the tent, gripping a small bottle of Perrier in his hands. His jaw drops open at the sight of me in my harem costume, dancing around the tent with a thoughtless smile on my mesmerized face.
Pop!
The top of the bottle suddenly pops open, nearly being dropped to the sand as he stumbles closer in awe.
Behind his glasses he scans across my exposed body, his eyes never leaving me as he sets the champagne down, and his heart nearly explodes once I commence with a few more tummy rolls.
“...Cara?”
He closes his agape jaw, finally pulling his attention away from my dancing display when he picks up on a faint hissing. His eyes trail down to the statue, resting in the sand and posed like a real cobra ready to strike.
“Hisssssss….”
The demonic hissing intensifies, and his eyes open wide as realization sets in. The idol must have hypnotized me somehow, to such a smart man it was obvious, and he grips my discarded clothes, quickly tossing them over the serpent as he rushes to my aid.
“Cara! Come on, snap out of it!” He takes my bare shoulders in his hands, giving me a light shake.
My eyes close and roll back, the warmth that was enveloping me quickly vanishes back into the cool night air, while my thoughts begin to pool back inside my mind.
I let out a soft yawn as my eyelids flutter, lazily rolling about my head like such a sleepy girl.
Eventually I’m able to focus my attention downwards to my rumpled clothes, and my cheeks blush at finding myself dressed like Mata Hari, gasping at how exposed I was...
But my embarrassment is short lived, and a blissful smile returns to my face, once I realize there was only one other person here with me...Someone I didn’t mind seeing me like this at all...
“Cara, are you alright? How do you feel?” He touches my forehead, and I take his hands in mine, standing on my toes to kiss his cheek.
“What in the world happened to you?” His voice asks with concern, but I only continue smiling his way beneath my pretty face veil.
“...Guess you could call it drinks and a show.”