Johnny Pulaski and the Cult of Amun RaChapter 9
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An uneventful (in terms of excitement) week had passed at modern day Karnak since the rescue of Princess Henuttawy. Progress at the dig moved along smoothly, both in the tunnels and at the Second Pylon.
One of the students Mia was supervising in deciphering the writings on the main hallway chanced upon a painting of the Second Pylon. It was a large battle scene with Ramses capturing scores of Hittite slaves. The drawing was an immense help in determining how the plaster shards they were collecting went together. Because every shard was photographed, numbered and input into a Cray CX1 computer, once they scanned in a line drawing of the painting it simplified finding how the shards fit together.
In the tunnels a steel mesh fence inset with a heavy gate was put in place near one end of the central corridor. The gate had a cypher lock and a Sargent and Greenleaf high security padlock. The other gate Rachael ordered was promised for a couple of days later.
The relationship between the four dreamers continued to grow stronger as their individual personalities found their place in the group. Rachael had the toughest time fitting in because she was so new to relationships or even friendships. Overprotective parents and her family’s wealth kept her isolated while she was growing up. The same factors plus her drive to succeed had the same effect in college. Until the dig at Karnak, Rachael was destined to end up like many heiresses: either lonely and unhappy, strung out on drugs; or trapped in a marriage of convenience orchestrated by her parents.
Watching Rachael emerge from her shell was fun for everyone. Especially when she found the sex she liked and turned into a major horndog. One minute she would be focused on some task and the next she’d be dragging Johnny off for a ‘private discussion’.
Rachael would start some pseudo argument with Johnny and say. “I think we should discuss this in private,”
She’d blush when she received a chorus of, “Perhaps we should.” But she still took Johnny’s hand and headed for whoever’s trailer was closest.
On one such occasion Rachael was sprawled across Johnny’s desk, her cargo shorts and panties tangled around her left Under Armor tennis shoe. Her tee shirt and bra were pushed up above her small breasts, and Johnny was behind her.
“Now, Johnny, now!” she yelled.
Johnny smacked her medium hard on the left cheek of her firm and compact butt.
“In a minute,” he said sternly, “but first we need to discuss what you are going to say to your father or boss when one of them hears you screaming for more.”
He was yanking her chain of course, but just the thought of it made Rachael’s fire hotter.
“You wouldn’t dare do me while they are here,” she moaned.
He gave her a swat on her other cheek.
“Oh no, Sweetness,” he said gruffly. “I’ll do you whenever and wherever I please! Comprende?”
On Tuesday morning of their fifth week at the site, Doctor Drake, head of the Archaeology Department of Boston University arrived at the small Luxor airport. With Drake was Khaled al-Anani, the Minister of Antiquities and Samuel Stone, Rachael’s father. Rachel met them at one of the private hangers as her father’s Gulfstream G-550 taxied up. Johnny and Mister Gamil were standing unobtrusively off to the side to act as porters. Mister Gamil was there because he was driving the nine passenger van Rachael had rented.
Hany Gamil drove the van to Karnak as Rachael sat in the back-seat briefing Doctor Drake and Minister al-Anani. Johnny sat in the front passenger seat chatting with Hany and Sam Stone who was sitting alone in the second row.
“How are things going here, Johnny?” asked Stone.
“Your daughter is an amazing young woman, Mister Stone. I think she’s made a hell of a discovery, here. You must be extremely proud,” Johnny replied.
Sam Stone smiled and leaned back in his seat. “Good to hear,” he said.
Drake and Minister al-Alani were impressed with how professionally Doctor Stone was conducting the dig and they were excited about the truly outstanding artwork that decorated the tunnels and only slightly disappointed that no possessions of the ancients had been found.
Doctor Stone briefed the men as they explored.
“The earliest reference to a pharaoh we have found was Mentuhotep II from the Middle Kingdom’s Twelfth Dynasty. We think priests from his reign started the tunnels and succeeding generations of priests kept expanding them, regardless the pharaoh. It could be the pharaohs never knew they existed, especially when the northern cities: Memphis, Tanis or Pi-Ramesses were the Capital.
“The Priests of Amun-Ra did not rewrite history when pharaohs or dynasties changed, so we have already found references to rarely mentioned pharaohs like Mentuhotep IV. As a source of scholarly study, this complex is a priceless historical library.”
On the first day Rachael showed the dignitaries the part of the underground temple that she proposed be open to the public.
“As I said, the first mention of Mentuhotep II begins right here. Then, as you move down the passageway, the lineage of rulers is documented. This version of the line of pharaohs differs from what we have been teaching but not by a lot.”
The men nodded showing her she had their interest, so she swept her arm down the corridor and continued.
“The list of the pharaohs and other rulers of Egypt continues through Cleopatra VII, the last ruler of the Ptolemaic dynasty. So far, we have only discovered paintings and writing up to the 19th Dynasty. That fact leads me to believe we have only found about a third of the tunnels and rooms. I believe there is at least one more level here and possibly two.”
On the second day Rachael took the men back down into the main corridor and, in front of the room in which Sulihotep was entombed, presented her plan for the dig.
“Here is what I propose. I think I should be allowed to stay and oversee the exploration of this complex. We can rotate students, and even send other professors; but this is my discovery, and my baby.
“The Ministry of Antiquities can open up the main tunnel to tourists and scholars and charge an admission fee to help preservation efforts here and at Luxor. I think in between these gates we have erected, is some of the most beautiful artwork ever discovered. I’m guessing a lot of people would pay to see it.”
Their visitors left two days later and, in the end, Rachael received everything for which she asked. Doctor Drake signed a new agreement with Minister al-Alani granting the University exclusive access to the site beyond the gates. In turn Drake put Rachael in charge of the site, and Sam Stone wrote another check to cover costs.
Despite his threats, Johnny did not grab Rachael and bend her over in front of her father and boss. He did, however, grab her butt a few times, just out of their view. Then that night he teased her about it as he drilled her to the mattress in his trailer. She bitched and moaned about it, but she came like a banshee.
The night after the three men left, Johnny and the women moved back to their underground rooms.
They were all thrilled with the idea that they would be staying at the dig for a while longer. Rachael proposed that Sulihotep influenced the men because they spent time in the tunnels. It was a startling admission from a University Professor, but it was a feeling shared by the four of them.
Being in their ancient room all together again made for a joyous occasion ... and they fell asleep happily sated ... and of course, they dreamed...
Kopi survived her ordeal at the Temple of Sobek with little memory of it. The drugs Tresumut used to make her compliant, also erased her memory of what happened. Getting the information second hand from her husband and wives did not disturb her. Hala’s influence helped Kopi’s ataraxia a great deal. It helped because Hala had experience dealing with the uninvited advances and abusive behavior of some Arab men.
Sulihotep gave Kopi a day to rest then he called her and her mates into his chambers.
“The Servant of Sobek confirmed that the Hêtshepsu paid to have Princess Henuttawy kidnapped. Now we must find a way to check on Queen Nefertari and the Princess’s siblings. I fear the minute it suits his plans they will disappear or die mysteriously,” said the Amunaten.
Sulihotep questioned Kopi about routes in and out of the palace and Alarec quizzed her about the status and habits of the palace guards when the Pharaoh wasn’t there. Alarec was also interested in any patrols outside the palace proper, but inside the eight-foot walls around the palace compound.
Kopi knew several ways to sneak into and out of the palace from when she was a child. What she didn’t know was the habits of the guards. She was ashamed to admit that she paid them little notice when she lived in the palace.
“They were just there, like furniture,” she said.
Gathering intel became their priority. That night Li Na was perched on a ladder set up in the darkest portion of Luxor outside the palace walls while Ruth and Kopi stood watch. Li Na was peeping over the wall and describing to Ruth what she saw.
Princess Henuttawy visited her mother, Nefertari, at Luxor Palace the day after the start of the Festival of Opet. The Princess was relieved that her mother was out of the public eye because she was in the late stages of pregnancy. The two women caught up on each other’s lives for the last year before Kopi steered the conversation toward palace intrigue. “Why did Father let Inumut wed Bintanath? I thought she was promised to my brother Mentu.” She asked. “The Vizier convinced your father...
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I would start this story by telling you your name but you don't need it. You're just gonna have it replaced with names like "slut" and "whore". What more do you expect if you join a cult where the entire reason is for you to get fucked? Anyway, you're 19 years old and you found this cult from one of it's members recruiting you. Once he told you the offer you knew that you couldn't refuse. Not having to work for the rest of your life and you get constantly fucked? You jumped right on that...
BDSMNotes: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this. Thursday, July 17th, 2014 – Deidre Cheshire – Caissa County, ID The shield rippled as another barrage of artillery slammed into it. Shells burst against it, sending shockwaves rippling through the green. It was eerie. I could see the fireballs lighting up the night sky, illuminating the farm, but the sound never reached us. "Why does the shield let through light but not sound?" I asked Carla. She shrugged. "You're the expert, Deidre." I...
Notes: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this. Friday, July 18th, 2014 – Sheriff Caleb Barends – Boise, ID My boots stomped on the ground as I followed the Holy Sluts into the Boise Airport's terminal. Behind us, the C-130 cargo planes disgorged the Legion—the private army of the Living Gods—on to the tarmac. Alison and Desiree had come to take charge, and they did not seem happy with me. These two women were among the closest to the Gods. The first two sluts chosen to serve. The two given...
The cult was located several miles from any cities. It operated by the people belonging there. The leader was serviced by every one. No one was allowed to do anything without him alowing them. The cult was sexual and men and women were matched by choice of the leader. A pregnant woman was a trophy. Each man had several women and it was his job to keep them bred. The leader had over twenty very young women or c***dren. The c***dren started having babies as soon as they hit puberty. After five...
You sit in your chamber, recalling all of your struggles and triumphs. The deaths of your rivals, the scheming that placed you next-in-line to be Grand Warlock. Surely, you had to make some sacrifices and betray more people than you can count on both hands, but soon you would wield absolute power within the cult of Grevakhnu. A devious smirk crawls across your face, for you know the demon mother worries not how her children rise to power. Kill or be killed. A cut-throat doctrine, but you...
FantasyCult of SHIRABy lilguy [email protected] archeologist investigate a cult that worship the goddess of Lust I stood out of a temple in the heart of Africa. It was someplace outside the map that the few natives that know about it, fear to go. I stand down the cavern of the tunnel and a coldness rises over my body. My blood ran cold and I had a sense of dread. I felt an unspeakable sense of horror that dug into the back of my dormant primitive lizard mind, a mind that was hidden behind the...
Author’s note: As with all my writing, this is pure fantasy, although I have to admit, some of the episodes in this story are based on real events ;-)If you feel the urge to write to me and tell me your thoughts on this, then feel free! I guarantee to send you a reply, and it’s always nice to hear from anyone who has read this, or any of my writings.Steve Pervy, May 2009, somewhere in the [email protected] be bad.All I can remember from my earliest years are the rows and arguments. ...
There is no sex in this story. The young man in this story is not Rambo. He is a brave American who like so many others have served their country proudly. * Johnny thought back to the last time he had seen the McKuens. It had been just over three years ago. It was right at the time he was enlisting in the Army. Johnny had just graduated high school and wanted to follow in the footsteps of his father, uncle and grandfather. They had all served their country. Johnny’s mother wasn’t too pleased...
They were at the baseball diamond and Johnny sat in the bleachers to fill Darnell in on all the gory details about why he was now Dr, John amongst the football team. Darnell sat beside him, and he began. “Remember last week I said that Lance fucked me when we went camping? Well, what I didn’t tell you is that he used a packet of mayonnaise for lube, and whenever they want a blow job, they say they are going to the Mayo Clinic.” Darnell chuckled a little. “How many patients have you seen...
Johnny By Frefinn Sept. 18, 2004 Johnny was a 10 year old boy. He was average in size and had features like his mother like her long curly hair and round face. Even though he really didn't know his mother because she died in a car accident when he was only 2 years old. At that time his father wasn't able to work and being unemployed decided to give Johnny up for adoption. Johnny, now an orphan, grew up in and out of foster homes. He managed to learn his street smarts quickly and...