Story Excerpt

Mind Controlled Into Fucking The Pharaoh, by Jezebel Rose

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The scorching sun punished the archeology commission. It wasn’t their first time in Egypt, but that summer was particularly harsh. Hannah was leading the group once again, the big bosses were impressed with her performance in the last few years, and they gave her the leading role in their newest find: tomb AZ43.

They called it the golden chariot tomb, informally. It gave it more personality since the team found the default catalog names boring. They referred to this discovery as the chariot that would get them to the next one and the one after that. Mark, Hannah’s assistant, suggested the name, and they went with it.

It only took them a few hours after landing in Egypt to get the camp set up. The company was sparing no expense; it was the most significant find that they’ve had in the last year.

Mark, Hanna’s assistant, was fanning himself in the shade of one of the tents.

“Did you forget your sunscreen again?” asked Hannah.

“Maybe.”

“You’re incorrigible.”

He was an accomplished archeologist as well, just a tad forgetful. Hannah took him under her wing since she joined the company after noticing his potential. He was in charge of coordinating the camp’s day-to-day operation.

“Anyway,” she continued. “When can we get down there?”

“They’ll be finished securing the area in a couple of hours. The entrance should be cleared by then.”

“All right. You’ll go down with me; we’ll be the first two.”

Mark’s eyes lit up. The fact that Hannah assigned so many responsibilities to him and invited him to enter the Golden Chariot with her was a testament to his competence. He nodded and thanked her.

They went over what they knew and what the pyramid probably looked like on the inside, given the period in which they assumed it was built. It was nothing new or unexpected, but they wanted to be sure that there would be no flaws in their plan. There was a lot of money on the line, which is the main reason why their superiors gave them a black check: there was supposed to be a chamber full of gold and gems.

“Do you think that the pharaoh’s chamber will have all the riches that they say?” asked Mark.

“Perhaps. That’s not important, is it?”

“Not from a passionate point of view, but it would finance plenty of jobs in the future.”

He was right. She hated that capitalism was invariably intertwined with their craft, but that’s how the world worked. If they wanted to investigate and discover new sites, there had to be financial backing.

A couple of hours passed, and the workers gave Hannah the green light.

“It’s time. Let’s go.”

Mark followed her closely. They had high-tech cameras and night vision goggles to get a good look since they would be covered entirely in darkness. The workers wished them good luck, and down they went.

Hannah wanted to spend more time studying the markings and hieroglyphs on the walls, but she had to check and report the chamber’s existence to her bosses right away. They skimmed over them and continued exploring.

“That’s it,” announced Mark triumphantly.

“The golden chamber.”

A small boulder blocked the entrance off. It didn’t look too bulky.

“Let’s call some of the guys to get this thing out of the way.”

“No need,” said Hannah. “Here, help me.”

They pushed with all their might, and the boulder moved. They put it out of the way in a cloud of dust.

The chamber was spacious and pitch-black. It wasn’t empty, though; there were mountains of gold and gems, just like they hoped.

“They’re going to be thrilled,” said Hannah.

“I call that beautiful pile the best kind of job security that I’ve seen.”

“Call the others. Let’s get the equipment and the lights installed down here.”

“You got it.”

Mark retraced his steps to get out of the tomb. Hannah stood there, admiring the fruit of her labor. She was the first person to step into this chamber since it was sealed so many years ago. She took a deep breath and stepped inside.

She approached the golden sarcophagus and placed her fingers on its cold surface. The inscriptions on it were like nothing she had seen before. There was what seemed to be a song written on the golden lid. She slid it open, but she didn’t find a mummy there, as she expected.

There was a man in there, and he opened his eyes.

Hannah stumbled back and fell to the floor. She wanted to scream, but nothing came from her throat. The man got out from the sarcophagus and stood there, looking at his hands.

“I can’t see anything.”

His voice was clear as day and in perfect English. With a wave of his hand, he lit up the four torches that rested in each corner of the room. The fire illuminated the man.

The chamber was sealed until Hannah entered it. It was impossible that anyone else got in there before her. There was no way that this was a prank from her crew. Or was it?

The man had the typical Egyptian features of that time. Everything else matched: his hair, skin tone, and clothes. Either someone very knowledgeable was pranking her, or he was the real deal.

“I’ll play along. Tell me, how are you a living, breathing man instead of a mummy?”

Thutmose pranced around in the chamber.

“An elder once told me of a spell that could win you the favor of the gods,” he said. “I left precise instructions for my minions after I died.”

“What kind of instructions?”

“I had to be buried with four adult men. They would perform some chantings until they died. Their life essence would get transferred to me, and I would awake when someone opened my tomb up.”

“That’s hard to believe, to say the least.”

“I said the same thing, but I had nothing to lose. The gods gave me knowledge of your language too, which is how I can understand you.”

Hannah tried to digest everything, but it was too much at once. To make things worse, the shirtless man in front of her was too attractive to ignore.

Thutmose examined Hannah from head to toe. She felt like this powerful man undressed her with his mind.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“I’m Hannah Fisher, an archeologist. I’m in charge of the excavation of this tomb.”

“You must be important if they entrusted you with that task.”

“Not to brag, but I’m quite accomplished in my field.”

“Mhm. I like that, a powerful man like me needs a powerful woman by his side.”

Hannah remained silent. The man’s message was clear, but she didn’t want to assume anything.

“What are you trying to say?” she asked.

“You’ll become my queen, and I’ll become the righteous king of this land once again. It is your role since you set me free.”

She was taken aback by how candid the man was. It made sense, though; he was a king back in his time, a god among men, and his will was the law.

Her body reacted to his voice. She wanted to throw herself into his arms, which was the opposite of her usual reserved self.

“Hannah,” he continued. “You’ll show me the world and what it has become, but for now, I’ll show you the pleasures of the flesh.”

“Fuck”, she thought. “His dominant demeanor and the way that he states what he wants is driving me nuts.”

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