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This is a sequel of sorts to Bassae 1 and a prequel of
sorts to Bassae 2. The TG character is only a supporting
character while the POV character does not undergo a gender
change. I post it here merely to supplement parts one and two. As
always, comments are welcome at [email protected]
Bassae 3: Endava Prime
By cvn88
Laura practically jumped out of her car and rushed into the
lab building. Tonight was the night she and the professor
believed they would finally be able to decipher the symbols and
finally open the strange urn they had recovered on their last
dig, she wouldn't put it past the man to try and go ahead without
her. After all, he had tried to claim sole credit for selecting
the dig site and excavating the urn, stopping only when Laura
produced documented proof of her role in the process.
She did pause a moment upon entering the building to greet
the elderly security guard. "Hey gramps, I'm back from my dinner
break. Hey, we're not keeping you up past your bedtime now, are
we?" she asked. It was an old routine developed over three years
of late night work and old Mort didn't disappoint.
"Well, now missy, let's just see which one of us starts
yawning first. Just because I'm old doesn't mean I'm decrepit."
Said with a smile, it was one of the usual variations on his
regular reply. Laura would really miss the old man when he
retired, although she figured she'd complete her degree before
that happened.
"I don't know Mort. Tell you what, if the slave driver
gives me a break I'll come down and we can have a snack together.
If you're still awake, it's on me."
They exchanged a few more pleasantries while Laura finished
signing into the building and the she was on her way to the third
floor lab. Fortunately she got there just before the professor
started working.
"Ah, Laura, there you are. I almost started without you. I
would have thought you'd know better than to be," he paused to
check his watch, "ah, um, only 15 minutes early." Refusing to
acknowledge Laura's amused smile the professor turned his
attention back to the urn, ready to begin the night's work.
Laura stood by to assist, nervously observing the work.
None of the symbols matched anything previously discovered,
especially given the location of the dig. It was entirely
possible they had stumbled across evidence of a previously
unknown civilization.
If so, her career was made. Even with the limited role the
professor would credit her with, once she finished her doctorate
she could get any position at any school she desired or, more
likely, work in a non-academic setting for major money. It was
any grad student's dream.
And should the urn prove to be from a previously known
culture, its obvious antiquity would still be a feather in her
cap. If nothing else, it would be the oldest intact item
recovered from the southeastern United States and might even
force a backwards revision of the time humans were supposed to
have reached the area.
After what seemed an eternity, the professor straitened
suddenly. "I knew it!" he exclaimed. "Miss Stone, my initial
judgment was correct." ('His judgment?' Laura thought wryly.)
"There is no chance that any of the known Native American
cultures used anything remotely like these symbols. Nor are they
consistent with any known Indo-European cultures of any time
period. This indeed is the discovery of a lifetime!"
Laura was so overjoyed at the confirmation of her hopes and
dreams that she forgot both her feelings for the professor and
the normal separation between faculty and grad students. She
rushed forward intending to hug and even kiss her mentor.
Unfortunately she slipped as she moved forward and her hug turned
into a bump, which in turn caused him to stumble backwards, right
into the urn. Which teetered on the edge of the table for a
moment and, even as Laura and the professor rushed to steady it,
fell to the floor, shattering at their feet.
Before either had a chance to react, Laura at least became
aware of a white mist rising from ruins of the urn. At first thin
and wispy, it quickly became more dense and rapidly spread to
fill the lab. Laura stepped back, wondering just what was
happening. But, as the mist enveloped her, the world seemed to
"blink," just for an instant, and then suddenly she KNEW.
She knew many things. First of all, she knew that the
frail, feeble figure, which had solidified out of part of the
mist, was the human form of her Lord, the future ruler of the
world. She also knew that the young, voluptuous naked woman even
now caressing and comforting her Lord had once been the professor
but was now merely a Bassae, concubine to her Lord. She knew that
the sexual energy the Bassae generated while serving her Lord
would eventually allow him to regain his strength. Finally, she
knew who she was and her role in life.
For she was no longer Laura Stone, graduate student. Now
she was Endava, warrior and guardian to her Lord, named after his
one, true love. Her role was reflected in her new attire. Gone
were the sweatshirt and baggy jeans she had worn to the lab; in
their place was a suit of armor similar to that worn by the
ancient Romans, with a breastplate, cuirasses, and shin-guards.
Underneath her breastplate she wore a white tunic, below that a
crimson skirt, and her feet were clad in a pair of sturdy boots.
Atop her head, hairless as was the rest of her body, she wore a
plumed helmet signifying her position as Endava Prime, first
among those honored to put their lives on the line for their
Lord. Completing her outfit was a short sword resting in the
scabbard belted to her waist, and the small, round shield held on
her left arm.
Endava Prime's self-reflection lasted merely an instant
before she took action. She immediately made to secure the lab so
that her Lord would not be disturbed in his weakened condition.
After doing so, she returned to his side to await his orders. She
looked approvingly on the Bassae; even now handling the Lord's
member with her mouth. Endava Prime only wished that she could
serve her Lord so, but only a Bassae could produce the needed
energy, which would restore him to his glory.
At a gesture from her Lord, Endava Prime bent down to hear
his commands. "Take... me... some... place... safe," he whispered
before falling silent. It pained Endava Prime to see her Lord so
weak, but her worrying would not restore his strength; action was
needed.
Leaving the Bassae to her ministrations, Endava Prime left
the lab and made her way through the building to eliminate any
threat to her Lord. As she had assumed, the building was empty,
with only the one lab being in use. That left only the old
watchman at the front door.
Silently making her way down the stairs, she carefully
poked her head through the door but to her relief, saw that the
old man had indeed fallen asleep, head slumped down on the desk.
Taking care not to make any noise, which would awaken him, she
drew her sword and crept silently behind him. Reversing her grip,
she drove the pommel of her sword into the back of his neck,
hearing the satisfying crunch of shattering vertebrae as he died
instantly.
Noting with pride for her handiwork that the blow had not
broken the skin, Endava Prime sheathed her sword and dragged the
body into a nearby janitor's closet. Returning to the security
desk she made sure the building's exits were all secured and then
made her way back to the lab. The aroma of sex filled the entire
third floor, making Endava Prime glad the building was
unoccupied. When she arrived she approvingly noticed the Bassae,
pausing in her service, ready to use her puny strength to defend
her Lord.
Though her Lord looked better, it was clear that it would
be a long time before he could regain his power, especially with
only one Bassae. As the Bassae prepared to resume her service, he
gently pushed her off and she rose to stand by his side. He
looked at his Endava, the cold, clear gaze belying his frail
appearance. Still only able to whisper, he ordered, "Report."
"My Lord, this building is secured, the only watchman slain
and his body hidden. No visitors are expected for some time, but
it will be impossible to defend this structure once dawn arrives.
With your permission, I will acquire transportation and move you
to a more suitable location."
"So be it," was the whispered reply. As Endava Prime turned
to once again leave the lab, this time to recover the automobile,
which had belonged to her in her past life, she heard the Bassae
resume her service.
Stopping only to grab the set of keys Laura had carelessly
thrown on a table a few hours earlier, Endava Prime made her way
into the deserted parking lot and brought the car up to the doors
of the building. As she did so, she realized she knew the perfect
place to bring her Lord; a location isolated and sparsely
populated. Any inhabitants could be disposed of or, if her Lord
possessed the strength, brought into his service as she and the
Bassae had been.
With assistance from the Bassae, Endava Prime fashioned a
makeshift litter for her Lord and moved him to the car, placing
him in the rear seat along with the now exhausted Bassae. Within
moments, the three were on their way, leaving the university
behind.
Inside the now abandoned lab building the security cameras
continued to record, as they had during all that had just
occurred.
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