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The Mask of Nahoodah
By Mister Double-U
The three explorers cautiously made their way through the winding, twisting
caverns beneath Luminous Cove. The three were treasure hunters, working for a
very wealthy museum. They had been in this line of work for close to five
years; each one an expert in their specific field. Rob Piterra was a
historian. His specialty was the 18th century. He usually went along when the
museum found old pirate maps and such. Thomas Lubin was a scientist of no
particular major. He was scared of everything, but knew more about scientific
equipment than anyone they had ever seen. When he graduated Summa Cum Laude
from MIT, the museum snapped him right up. Josh McFearson was the adventurer.
He ran with the bulls in Spain, took pictures of sharks for the museum
magazine, and basically lived the kind of life the other two wished they
could. Josh was eager for any adventure, no matter how dangerous. He loved
the glory and fame that came with this job. His name was published in six or
seven magazines and museum publications. Josh loved it.
So far, their journey had been uneventful. The Museum director, Dr. Anna
Everett, had called the three into her office Saturday morning. Josh was
late, having had too much wine and women the night before.
"Nice of you to join us Mr. McFearson." She said. Josh immediately slumped
into the nearest seat and pulled a nearby blanket over his head. "Now that
you're all here, I'll explain what I'd like you to do." She opened a map of
the Middle East and pointed towards Cairo. "Under the city of Cairo, there is
rumored to be a large series of caverns. The legends say that the peasants
would use this to escape the evil masters that held them."
Thomas interrupted her. "Dr. Everett, we've already been there. That's where
the medallion of Rakaumah was found."
She continued. "I'm aware of that, Mr. Lubin." She looked back at the map.
"But there has been talk about an ancient talisman that was lost 5000 years
ago in those caverns. No one has ever been able to find it and the ones that
got close to it never came back."
Josh perked up. "Sounds like my kind of outing."
She ignored him and continued. "It's called the Mask of Nahhoodah. According
to the legend, Nahhoodah was an Egyptian Goddess. The details are sketchy,
but she was captured and made mortal by one of the Pharaoh's most powerful
priests. The Pharaoh then had her mummified and placed in a wooden box. To
muffle her screams, her mouth was stuffed and a large ornate mask was placed
over her face, forever concealing her identity from the rest of the world.
"An interesting story, doctor." Rob said glancing at the map. "Where do we
go?"
She continued. "Start here." She pointed at a small area 30 miles outside
Cairo. "There you will find the entrance to the caves. Once inside, Mr. Lubin
can use his technical expertise to find the mask. The body should give off a
faint but noticeable smell. It comes from the solution they used for the
mummification. It's a nitrate-based mixture. Set your instruments to these
levels and you should be able to follow it right to the body.
Thomas took the figures from Dr. Everette. "This should be no problem,
doctor." he replied.
She handed each of them an airline ticket. "You leave at 9:00 tonight. Good
luck." The three men turned and left the office. "Meet you at the airport."
Josh said.
Rob took a detour and headed towards the museum library. After hunting around
for about an hour, he found the book he wanted. He found information on the
mask. He wrote the information down and headed home.
"There were a few things the good doctor never bothered to mention." Rob said
as they sat in the plane. "According to this book, the mask has a curse upon
it."
Josh jumped in. "Don't they always?" he asked.
Rob ignored him. "Nahhoodah had the power to transform men into women, and
then use them as her slaves. She thrives on blood, and prefers the blood of
women. It makes her more powerful. But, anyone who wears the mask will be
instantly transformed into Nahhoodah. Not only in appearance, but in mind as
well."
Thomas laughed. "That's absurd! You can't believe all this mumbo-jumbo." He
went back to calibrating his instruments. "We're all mature adults here." He
stopped, looking at Josh. "Well, most of us are mature. There's no basis in
fact of magical transformations."
"Yeah," Josh replied. "Don't worry about it." He leaned back and removed his
pistol, checking it carefully. "Nothing to worry about at all."
As the three rounded the corner, they began to smell the odor that Doctor
Everette mentioned.
"Phew!" Rob said. "Smells like someone left eggs in the fridge too long." He
held his nose and continued on.
"Shhh." Thomas replied. "We're getting close." They continued on down the
past, each holding their noses to hold back the smell. Light poured out from
the opening on the other side of the cavern. As they entered, they came upon
a massive city. The three were awestruck.
"Wow." Josh said. "Looks like this has been here for thousands of years. Ol'
Doc Everette is gonna love this."
"Let's go investigate." Rob continued. They moved down the slopes and into
the large city.
"Amazing." Thomas said. "The luminous rock keeps the city lit and heated.
This is quite a find."
They continued walking through the streets. Houses and stores appeared to be
carved into the rock. Rob took out his camera and started taking pictures.
They continued walking and came upon a large opening in the rock. Walking
inside, they found a large circular room and a pedestal in the middle. On the
pedestal was a mask. It was copper in color with gold trim along the sides.
The eyes were lined in blue and the lips in blood red. Rob walked over to it.
He opened the large book he'd been carrying and quickly turned the pages.
"Gentlemen," he announced. "The mask of Nahhoodah."
"I wonder what happened to the body." Thomas asked.
"Who cares?" Josh replied. "Let's grab it and go."
Rob put his hands around the mask. He could feel something coming from it.
Something very bad.
"Careful," Thomas said. "It's probably." Rob lifted the mask from the
pedestal and the large stone slabs slammed shut. "Booby-trapped." he
finished.
"Wonderful." Josh said. "Put the thing back and let's see if the doors open."
Rob began to lay the mask back on the pedestal.
"There's something here. I'm not able to put it back." Rob answered. He
pushed as hard as he could, but was unable to place the mask within a foot of
the pedestal. "It's like two magnets pushing against each other." Rob moved
away from the pedestal and began to move the mask up to his face.
"Rob!" Josh yelled. "What the hell are you doing?"
Before he could answer, the mask touched his face. Mist began to form around
him and he began to scream. His friends ran to him, but were pushed back by a
fierce wind that suddenly came through the cave. When the mist cleared, Rob
Windsor was gone. In his place, stood a woman. She was 5'6", with long black
hair that cascaded down her back; long slender fingers with deep red painted
nails. Her eyes were dark and brown and her lips were the same red as her
nails. She was naked, except for a sheer black robe that covered her frame.
"I Live!!" she yelled.
"Nahhoodah!" Thomas said. "I don't believe it."
"All right!" Josh said, walking towards her. "I don't know what kind of game
you're playing, but it ends now!" He pulled out his gun and pointed it
directly at her chest.
"Game?" she answered. Her voice was hollow and seductive. "I'm not playing
any game." She put her arms around Josh and moved them down his back. She
continued until she reached his ass, then gave it a long squeeze. She moved
her hands toward his cock. Josh was noticeably aroused.
"Josh!! Josh!!" Thomas yelled. "Snap out of it, man!" Nahhoodah waived her
hand and Thomas fell silently to the ground. Blood coming out from the slice
in his throat.
Josh didn't notice anything but her. She began to undo his pants and moved
them to the floor. His cock was fully erect and aching for her. She wasted no
time in removing his underwear and putting her full lips around it. Josh had
never felt anything like this before. He'd been with a lot of women, 'but
this one could suck the chrome off a Harley. ' he thought. He was entranced
with her. She stood up and Josh took the opportunity to begin sucking on her
breasts. They were the largest he'd ever seen. He began to suck and nibble on
one of the nipples until he felt a stabbing pain in his back. He moved his
hand back and felt the steel of the knife and saw blood on his hand.
Nahhoodah smiled an evil smile. Josh fell to the ground. Nahhoodah walked
over to him. She took her hand and smeared the blood around his back with her
finger. She then put her finger to her lips and tasted the sweet substance.
She walked over to Thomas, who was still lying there. She put her lips to his
throat and began to drink. 10 minutes later, Nahhoodah reached up and removed
the mask from her face. The mist began to surround her again. When it was
gone, Rob was there holding the mask in his hands. The large stone slabs
began to rise and the entire temple shook. Rob saw his two friends lying
there dead and ran from the room. The buildings around him began to crumble
and he had to dodge stones that fell from the taller structures. He barely
made it out of the city before the archway fell, burying the city forever.
Rob stopped a moment to catch his breath and contemplate what just happened.
He was Nahhoodah. He killed Josh and Thomas without a thought. And he drank
their blood like some kind of vampire. Rob ran through the caverns, holding
the mask, trying to find his way back. About an hour later, he emerged from
the cave and headed towards the airport. He had to get out of Egypt. He had
to get back home and figure out what just happened.
The plane arrived at the Airport and Rob hopped in his car and sped back to
his apartment. The mask was wrapped in a large towel that he bought at one of
the airport shops. He rushed inside and slammed the door. He threw the mask
on the sofa and began pouring through his reference books. It was about
10:00. He was tired, but he knew that he had to find the answer.
A voice said, "Put the mask on now." Rob stopped. It was Nahhoodah's voice.
He looked back towards the towel. It had opened up and the mask was lying
face up on the floor. "Put the mask on now." the voice continued. Rob put
down the book and walked over to the fallen mask. Rob turned back towards his
books.
"No!" he answered defiantly. "I will not!"
"I command you," the voice said. "Put the mask on now." Rob felt his will
fading. "It was fun, wasn't it?" the voice said. "The taste of death. The
look on your friend's face as the knife entered his back. The power you
felt." Rob slowly walked over to the mask and picked it up off the floor. He
put it up to his face and the same mist began to form around him. A moment
later, Nahhoodah stood there.
"I must find something more presentable to wear." She said. She waived her
hand and she appeared in a short green, sleeveless dress with matching shoes.
She walked out the door and into the night.
Rob was only slightly aware of what was happening. He knew that something had
inhabited his body. He also knew that he had no control at all. He could feel
the sensations of everything that Nahhoodah did. He was able to feel her
memories. Of how she was discovered by Pharaoh and imprisoned in her tomb. He
also felt her emotions when she was with Josh. He loved it, but he had to
fight it.
Nahhoodah walked down the fairly crowded streets looking for her next victim.
There were so many to choose from. Using Rob's knowledge of the city as a
guide, she headed down the main streets in the seediest part of town. She
knew that this was she had to go. A large neon sign flashed in the darkness.
"The Slaughtered Lamb. How appropriate." She said. Nahhoodah walked in to a
small, smoke-filled room. The smell of perfume and cologne mixed in a
sickeningly sweet odor that almost made her gag. There was a seat at the end
of the bar. She walked through the room and knew that every eye was on her.
'This would be easy.' she thought. It didn't take long for a fat man in a
long tan trenchcoat to talk up to her. He looked to be in his late 50's,
balding, and yellow teeth.
"Hey sweet thing." He said. His breath smelled like old cigarettes and
bourbon. "What a hot thing like you doin' in a place like this?" he leaned
forward. "When you should be somewhere else with me." He smiled.
"Yes," Nahhoodah said. "You'll do nicely." She could hear Rob screaming in
her head, but ignored him. "Do you have a place nearby where we could go?"
The man smiled. "Do I, ever?" he quickly replied and grabbed Nahhoodah by the
hand. He led her down the darkened streets and into a dingy looking apartment
complex. He smiled knowingly to a teenager seated behind the desk. He looked
up, uninterested and went back to his comic book. The man continued up the
stairs and opened the door to number 23. He gestured for her to go inside and
followed, locking the door behind him.
"Well, this is it." He said waiving his hand around the room. "It ain't much,
but it's home. Name's Harry, by the way." He stuck out his hand to shake
hers.
Harry wasted no time in taking off his clothes. He was a disgusting site. The
rolls of fat just kept appearing. She wouldn't have been able to find his
cock if he didn't start stroking it. He lumbered over to her. She held his
arms and had him lay down on the bed. She stood over him, her hair blowing in
the breeze of the small fan that was there.
"This will never do." She said and waived her hand over his body. Instantly,
Harry began to change. The rolls of fat receded and were re-proportioned. His
chest began to fill out and large breasts formed. His hips and rear expanded
and his waist shrunk.
"What are you doing?" he asked. Harry tried to get up from the bed, but
Nahhoodah pushed him back down. As he screamed, his voice began to rise. No
longer was it the deep baritone voice of a few moments ago. He now had the
pitch of a young girl. His hair grew out and changed from black to red and
his eyes became a beautiful hazel. Harry looked at himself in horror.
Nahhoodah smiled.
"Ah," she said. "That's much better." She began to move her hands all over
Harry's body. He tried to resist but the sensations were too overwhelming. He
started to moan in his new voice. She ran her hands over Harry's enormous
breasts, down his flat stomach and on to his moist pussy. Nahhoodah moved her
long dark fingernails along the hair and lips of his pussy. Harry was
writhing in ecstasy. She began to move her fingers in and out of Harry's
pussy. Faster and faster. Harder and harder. Harry started to moan
uncontrollably. Nahoodah reached up and removed the mask. Rob stood there,
naked, in front of Harry.
"Isn't she beautiful?" the voice in his head asked. "She's there waiting for
you." Rob looked at Harry. "Go ahead. You won't regret it." Harry lay there
with Rob's finger in her pussy.
"Take me!" she said. Her eyes were still closed. "Please take me now!" Harry
sat up and his hand reached for Rob's erect cock. She began to stroke it. Her
eyes opened and stared at Rob. "Please!" she said. She guided his cock toward
her waiting pussy. Rob entered and it was like nothing he'd ever felt before.
He began to fuck her, harder and harder. She was screaming for more. She was
so wet. When Rob came, Harry screamed and began to come also. She came all
over the sheet in a river of juices. Harry lay spent on the bed, in a small
ball, still twitching from the experience. Rob reached down and felt the cold
blade of a knife on the floor.
"Do it!" the voice again said. Rob was powerless to resist. He brought the
knife up from the floor and ran the cold tip over Harry's body. She opened
her eyes in time to feel the steel plunge into her tender flesh. She
screamed. Her eyes were wide with fear. As the blood began to flow, Rob ran
his fingers over the body. He felt the stickiness of the blood mixed with her
juices. He brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked the mixture off his
fingers. "Good," the voice said. "More! Take more!" Rob did as he was
commanded. He brought his hand, now covered in blood, up to his mouth to
taste more of this person's blood.
Rob heard the sound of a key being placed in a lock outside the apartment
door. The door opened. The teenager from the front desk walked in.
"Harry, man. You gotta keep that chick quiet. People are complaining." He
looked at Harry, now a woman, covered in blood and Rob with blood on his
hands, licking his fingers. "Oh Shit!" the teenager yelled and ran from the
room. Rob ran to the closet and managed to find a pair of sweatpants and a
t-shirt that weren't too large on him, grabbed the mask and headed out the
door. The voice inside his head began to laugh.
"This story just in to Channel 7 news." The announcer on the television said.
"A gruesome murder just occurred at an apartment complex on the West Side of
town. According to early reports, a man in his early 30's brutally murdered
an unidentified woman, then drank her blood. Police are now at the scene and
we will have more details as they occur." Dr. Everette got up from her chair,
grabbed the remote control and turned off the television. She shuddered. It
was a large and dangerous city. Nothing like this ever happened in
Harrisville. She walked to the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea. A knock
at the door made her jump. The cup fell from her hand and shattered on the
floor.
"Shit!" she said walking to the door. She opened it and found Rob standing
there, his hands and T-shirt covered in blood. "Mr. Piterra!" She dragged him
inside and slammed the door. "What happened?"
Rob collapsed on a nearby chair. "This," he said holding up the mask,
"happened." Dr. Everette walked to Rob and took the mask from his hands.
"The mask of Nahoodah." she whispered, taking the mask from his hands. She
walked slowly across the room, staring at it and finally placed it on the
kitchen table. "I can't believe you found it." She ran her fingers across the
smooth stone mask. Rob walked over to her, spinning her around.
"There were a few things you never bothered to tell me, isn't there doctor?"
Rob yelled. "Like putting on the mask makes you become Nahoodah."
She fell into the kitchen chair. "You mean it actually works?"
"Yes." Rob replied. "It works so well that Thomas and Josh are dead. Along
with some girl who used to be a guy named Harry." Rob started pacing around
the room. "I don't know what to do." He stopped and sat back down. "You've
got to help me."
The television, which had been showing reruns of "The Honeymooners", startled
both of them with a newsbreak. "This is Larry Wilcox with a special report
for Channel 7 news." Dr. Everette sat down. "The police have found a witness
to the gruesome murder of a young woman this evening. He describes the man as
approximately 35 years old, light brown hair and wearing a "Starfleet
Academy" t-shirt." The newscaster sighed and continued. They showed a picture
that looked a lot like Rob. "He believed to be armed and dangerous. If you
have any information on this, please contact the police department
immediately." Rob walked over and turned off the television.
Rob looked down at the shirt covered in blood. "Now what?"
"First, we need to get you some new clothes." Dr. Everette said. "Put the
mask on."
"No way!" Rob said.
"Listen to me," she said in a tone that was very unlike the doctor. "Your
picture is all over town. Every cop in the city is going to be looking for
you. This is the only way to escape."
Rob thought about it for a moment. She was right. But could he control
Nahoodah once the mask was on? "I won't be able to control her if I put on
the mask."
"Don't worry about that." She said. "I know a way. We'll go to the museum,
place the mask in a case and get you out of town. I have a friend in Florida
who owes me a major favor."
"All right." Rob put the mask up to his face and the mist covered him again.
Dr. Everette stood there with her mouth hanging open. A moment later, the
mist vanished and Nahoodah appeared again. Everette dropped to her knees.
"Oh great and powerful Nahoodah." She said. "For many years I have awaited
your return. I am your willing slave."
Nahoodah looked at the doctor curiously. "Very well. Stand up." Dr. Everette
stood up. "We must go and continue our mission." Nahoodah turned and headed
out the door. She grabbed a shirt sitting on a chair as she left. Dr.
Everette quickly followed.
Again, she walked the deserted streets. Using Rob's knowledge, she navigated
the streets to another seedy section of town. A man stared at her as she
walked. Nahoodah stopped and watched him.
"Another perfect subject." She said. She walked to the man who stopped at the
corner for a red light. Dr. Everette followed a safe distance behind.
"Something I can do for you, lady?" he said. He looked to be in his late
30's, with glasses.
"Oh yes. There is a great thing you can do for me." Nahoodah took his hand
and led him to an alley behind one of the buildings. She undid his pants and
took out his growing cock. She ran her hands across it and scratched her
nails on his thigh. He shook a little as she did this. Nahoodah smiled. She
knelt down and licked his hot cock and again played with his balls. His hands
reached down and played with her hair. He had her stand up and removed her
shirt. He fondled her breasts and moved his hand down towards her awaiting
pussy. She grabbed his hand and placed it on her mouth. She said a few words
and another strange mist wrapped itself around his hand and made its way
around his body. He tried to pull away, but the grip was too strong.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he asked. As he spoke, his voice changed
pitch. He began to thin and shrink a little. The cock that was standing
erect, disappeared and reformed to become a perfect vagina. Dr. Everette
stood in the shadows, amazed at what she was watching. The man's hair
lengthened and his features softened. Breasts grew from his chest as he
started screaming. Nahoodah slapped him hard across the face. He fell to his
knees. Nahoodah grabbed him, now her and threw her against the nearby wall. A
knife blade appeared in the moonlight. Nahoodah moved towards the girl. Dr.
Everette screamed as the knife came down. Blood poured from the girl and she
fell on to the pavement. Dr. Everette screamed again.
Sirens filled the air as Nahoodah knelt down to the body on the ground. She
cupped her hands and drank the blood. It dripped down her chin and on to the
shirt she was wearing. A police car screeched to a halt next to Dr. Everette.
A spot light shined down the alley. The officers got out of their car, guns
drawn.
"All right!" one yelled. "Stand up nice and slow and step away from the
body." The light shined right at Nahoodah, still covered in blood. She stood
up slowly, knife still in her hand. The blade reflecting the light. It was
also covered in blood.
"Drop the knife, lady!" he yelled. Nahoodah walked slowly towards the car.
The knife was above her head.
"I SAID DROP IT!" he said again. Nahoodah leapt in the air. She covered the
distance to the car quickly. The officer fired his gun as she landed on the
hood of the police car. The force of the shot knocked her back and she landed
hard in the alley. As her face hit the ground, the mask cracked. Slowly,
small pieces began to come off revealing Rob. His skin was scraped and
bleeding. Dr. Everette screamed and ran into the alley. One of the cops
caught her.
"No no!!" she yelled. "The mask!!"
The other officer walked into the alley. He checked Rob and the woman for a
pulse. "Call the morgue wagon, Charlie." He yelled. "They're both dead." He
turned and headed back towards the car. Charlie got on the radio and Dr.
Everette ran into the alley. She arrived just in time to see the pieces of
the mask turn to liquid and melt into the cement.
A voice in Dr. Everette's head spoke. "I shall return!" it said. Dr. Everette
smiled.
"Yes, Mistress." She replied.
The End
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