The following is a work of fiction intended for adult entertainment. The author herby declares the following a work of public domain. Rook

THE SECRET SCROLLS OF THE SACRED SCARAB 

Doctor Tanya Watt, who spoke fluently almost as many languages as she was years in age (just two hours shy of her thirty-sixth birthday) and held half as many PhD’s in turn, former wonder kid who called seven nations ‘home’, jet setter of the National Geographic set, and advisor to several ministries and royal houses, trouble shooter, freebooter, and all around glossy cover girl irrepressible adventuress, looked with fidgety eyes at the large grandfather clock morosely gurgling in the corner of the large stately room. The large brass scroll hands rode upon the patentee limpid surface under which unseen forces whirled hummed and grated in precision chaos. The hands twitched and clicked in perfect goose stepping march, an elegant swoop of ungainly sudden end. Much as her life might be, two hours to mid-night, two hours till new years eve rang in 1921, two hours until her birthday, and two hours before the killers returned to finish her off.

Tanya eyed her own large heavy handled pistol lying next to the contents of her spilled and scattered clutch purse on the small table between her and the oddly beating humming bird hearted clock. She struggled again against the rough rope that bound her in raw welts to the walnut burnished chair. She champed against the gag of cloth that had been so savagely torn from her own dress as her exertions caused her to struggle to breath. Again sweat stung her eyes and caused her to lose focus, she tried once more to tip over the large chair. But with her ankles securely bound to the legs of the carved wood, she could gain no purchase of leverage and her slight build could not shift enough mass to over turn the center of gravity. She yelped in muffled response to the new sharp bites of the course hemp serpent cutting the flesh of her wrist, arms, and legs. With several large red faced purple necked heaves she managed to teeter and finally topple the chair awkwardly on to its side. She lay there panting in flushed exhaustion, and soon found that unlike the motion picture shows and radio programs, the tipping over of a chair did not somehow miraculously lead to freedom and an exit from the nearing horrors.

It did however, leave her left hand still contained in its paralyzing restriction of rope, tantalizingly close to the fox stole which dangled off the low table just agonizing inches from her out stretched finger tips. The stole was still half cradling her pistol, her finger tips danced upon the whispers of the whiskers of the dandelion fur, which she had used to smuggled her lethal favorite crack shot hand gun into the mansion just a scant few hours before. Blood trickled and dried and reawaken in fresh lava spills down her shaking wrists. The heavy thick air whistled in her thin sharp small freckled nose. Her bright mop of virulent red hair plastered its self to her oval face and long neck. And her sea green eyes pleaded to a thousand nameless gods in choking despair.

One of them heard her. Before her widening eyes, a large scarab beetle, about the size of her fist, and intricately carved of the blackest jet stone, skittered on its rapid legs that seemed more alive than mechanical. It paused just inches from her frozen stiff face as it arched up its heavy vicious mandible head and flicked its caparison and buzzed its wings at her, before spinning and zipping away, squeezing under the sole door to her prison room like a shadow of thick jelly. The door suddenly flew open and in scarcely a startled breath, silently slipped in a blur of a figure before the door whisked shut again. Tanya blinked. Even in her awkward position on her side twisted at an angle with her fingers shakily splayed toward the door, she could make out in an instant the now familiar stranger who had interceded once before on her behalf.

It had been the night before, when she had first laid eyes upon the unusual figure, which had rescued her from emanate capture from the very self same tomb raiding thugs which had succeeded in grabbing her tonight. Tanya had been on the cat and mouse trail of the wealthy semi-reputable archeologist thieves when she had been cornered in an alleyway by two of the muscle bound suit and tie criminals and as she cringed in the shadows trembling at the bleak prospects before her, she had been suddenly rescued by this self same apparition that now stood wide legged quickly scanning the room around her. At the time of her previous rescue she had merely a glimpse of her benefactor, before she had launched an assault upon her encroaching threat and whisked them both to safety with Tanya unceremoniously tossed over the shoulder of her knight in shinning armor. She had been unceremoniously dropped on a curb a block and a half away after a jostling rattling sprinting ride upon the narrow slim shoulders of her rescuer and by the time she had rolled over and brushed her hair out of her face, she had found herself alone on the empty dark street.

But now, in the yellow glow of the rooms ceiling lamps, Tanya got a good look at her unusual guardian angel. It was the same woman, of that there was no doubt, Tanya doubted if there was another white woman other than herself in all of the North African costal city of Messia at this time of year, and she was certain that there was no other woman on all of the planet garbed so curiously as her costumed friend.

She applied her keen analytical eye to the tall woman who now moved toward her in an easy bound and who rapidly began to study her bindings. So that in an instant, Tanya had committed several observational details to her dustless faultless memory. The first of these were the height of the woman, who appeared to be around five foot ten inches, but then again Tanya noted that she was shod in high heel boots and had to ponder at the woman’s actual height. These boots were strangely segmented like bands and were of a dusty black blue and from their high stiletto heels rose up to above the woman’s shapely knees.

As to her over all build, she was slender and long limbed, but had an hour glass shaped torso. It was difficult to make out any details of her face, as it was encased in a mask of peculiar design. Leaving only her full bright red lips and lower small round chin uncovered. But Tanya could tell that the woman was very young, a mere youth, perhaps no older than eighteen or nineteen. She could also tell that there was still a hint of the ungainly awkwardness and uncertainty of the teenager lingering about the surface cool of effortless grace and well oiled sureness.

The mask its self which hid so much of the young girls face, was again of an odd banded segmented style, which seemed to pull up and out of the high collar of her body suit where it appeared securely attached and slipped over the head like a cowl. Two large faceted elongated semi-hemispherical lenses covered the eyes behind semi-transparent slightly mirrored strange glass like substance. The mask its self fit snug over the high cheekbone small arched nosed face, encasing it in segmented bands of semi-soft plates of stone like liquid material.

The pull over cowl like mask was firmly attached to the unusual high collar of the body suit. This collar was of the same odd stone like looking plate gray blue black substance as the boots, and yet it bent and gave to the young girls movements as a heavily starched skirt would and yet sprung back to its inherent form as if by an almost living memory. The collar it’s self was an odd trident shape, with two sweeping high points that rose past the mask hidden mid-ear on both sides, only to then collectively swoop into one central high point directly towering above the back of the smooth cowl head. It gave a menacing threatening look to the lithe figure.

This deep recessed high collar of three crescents in turn seamlessly joined to another two sharp jutting points that ran in a convex half pipe that horizontally covered the front of the shoulders and ran out past them in sharp points. Just below the ‘v’ slight plunge of the open collar which exposed the young girls soft white long alabaster neck, the two shoulder triangle epilates joined briefly before jutting out again at a brisk pointed star slope to form another arrow head triangle that this time barely covered the young woman’s large abundant firm breast’s large nipples, only to race back to form a thin vertical stripe which plummeted down the center of her wash board abs and erupted into a small triangle of sharp upward jutting points that scarcely concealed the young woman’s maidenhood. It was a single piece of highly pliant and yet slightly thick segmented foam like glossy stone like material and at the conjunction point in the center of her massive breasts sat a single carved scarab identical to the one which had whirled its wings at her just seconds before.

Upon her arms she wore long gloves which each in turn rose to almost her shoulders and continued at their sides into long single points. Attached to the back of the high collar well and to the shoulder epaulets was a long sweeping semi-transparent cape of dust gray upon which faintly could be seen the enormous black tracing outline of the very same stone like beetle which sat at the top of the valley of her ever shuddering breasts.

This then, in brief, was the accoutrements of the young woman who now reached forward and making a small fist erupted several small spiky spines from her knuckles which she used to easily cut the thick heavy fibers of her rope bonds as if she were slicing news papers with a Tommy gun!

Though this was only the second time she had seen the lass, there was an instinctive air about here that she was here to help Tanya stop these high society grave robbers, and thus Tanya reflectively relaxed her strained and stressed body despite the razor sharp claws dancing about her face and neck. Some how, she felt safe.

The short stubby needle protrusions made short work of the ropes and Tanya felt herself untangled and helped to her unsteady feet as the blood ran painfully into limbs long pinched in their bonds. “What do I call you?” Tanya asked as she wobbled on sleeping pins and needle legs, half held erect by the single stone like grasp of the young rescuers hand under her right arm pit.

“I am called, The Scarab.” The young girl said in a low rasping voice, betraying the hints of a thick French accent. Tanya instinctually realized she was nearing some invisible line and chose not to cross it, and asked no more questions about her companion. Instead she shifted entirely back to business, after all there was a small privet yacht being loaded up at the docks with several priceless artifacts and it would be leaving immediately after the party downstairs subsided. Her own death was to take place with her own hand gun shortly after the hosts downstairs were clear of the grounds and safely out to sea. Remembering her hand gun, and belongings, Tanya quickly swooped them up and started to put them back into order.

“We have to hurry if we are to stop Lady Bustmoore and her accomplices before they escape to sea.” The Scarab was already hovering near the stately floor to ceiling window casing and with an off hand flick of her wrist, the hard crustacean like shell of the back of her hand razor off the simple locking art deco latch. The window swung open and The Scarab grabbed Tanya’s wrist and jumped.

Tanya looked in wonder as the great translucent set of stiff quad wings shimmered and folded and seamlessly melded back into the single piece cape of the Scarab, where it gently shimmered and pitched on unfelt zephyrs. Tanya got up slowly from her rather awkward spill onto her full round bottom from where the Scarab had let her go a second or two too soon upon their otherwise miraculous landing at the dark and empty docks.

“There is the ship.” The Scarab pointed a gloved finger at the large yacht rising and lowering in its moorings. The Scarab hesitated looking Tanya over thoroughly and then biting her lower lip stated, “we need to know how many are on board. I will send my Scarab to show me what it sees.” And stepping somewhat back into the shadow of a rack of drying fishing nets, the young woman reached a finger to the stone scarab nestled between the vast valley of her bountiful breasts and touched it just so. In an instant the scarab costume began to unfold its self from the girl and into the scarab beetle. Soon the utterly naked girl reached out to the scarab hovering double in size before her and grasping it firmly seemed to pluck it from the air as one would a stubborn apple, and she quickly set the now squirming create of stone upon the ground. “Go,” she muttered, and with her fingers to her temple closed her eyes. The beetle raced off at blurring speed and leapt up and flew along the nearest tethering rope to the great boat, disappearing aboard the dark dancing craft.

Tanya tore her gaze between the silent ship upon which the fist sized stone spy now scampered out of her line of sight and the young girl who shook with concentration beside her. The young girl had obviously stepped back further into the shadows before removing the scarab and thus her costume from her, in order to prevent Tanya from getting a good look at her now naked and unmasked form. But even in the partial gloom of night and ocean swell mist, she could make out the fine strong fragile features of the girl. Despite her flawless alabaster skin and French accent, there was no mistaking the strong hint of oriental far east cast to her wide long green eyes and high cheek bones and small delicate nose that betrayed a hint of her mixed heritage in the slight arch to the strong small bridge. Her long black straight hair with its straight bang bowl cut across her forehead drove home the Egyptian and Asian mix of trace races. She had a noble barring, and her small mouth grimaced now showing even white teeth. The girl made an alarmed, ‘NO!’ with her mouth and a gun shot rang out on board the small craft. The girl crumpled to the damp rough dock and Tanya bent over her in rapid anxiety. Though the shot had obviously been fired well within the bowels of the now agitated craft and could not have been directed at them in any way, Tanya was not shocked to find her hand coming away from the unconscious girl covered in blood. As if by instinct she had understood that some bond had existed between scarab and girl and that an injury to one was an injury to the other.

Luckily Tanya had studied medicine at one time in her lengthy schooling and the immaculate gun shot wound was in the girls shoulder and no bone had been damaged. But even as Tanya tore at what little remained of her expensive evening gown in order to form a temporary bandage, she felt a sudden and heavy blow descend upon the back of her neck and knew no more.

When Tanya awoke she was not surprised to find herself on board a moving ship. She reasoned it was Lady Bustmoore’s and that their passage would be short and far from sweet. As soon as they had cleared the harbor and touched international waters, they would be fish food. What she was surprised to find was that she was unbound and free to move about the small unadorned storage cabin, and that she had been stripped of what little had remained of her party dress. The reason for her freedom of movement became clear as she soon discovered her companion lying on the dimly lit cabin floor, naked, wound still unattended too and next to her inert form, a large tray with bandages and disinfectant.

Tanya dressed the young girls wound quickly and marveled at her impossible shaped physic, she had thought her own bust to be something quiet extraordinary in size and pertness, but this girls breast far diminished her own and she bore them on a rail thin frame with large jutting round almost spherical buttocks, truly a unique specimen. And Tanya paused at that, there was a strong white sex slave trade brewing in the area and she wondered if perhaps Lady Bustmoore had saved her two captives for a more profitable fate than ballast?

Tanya tried the door, locked-expected, there was no port window. They were in some inside cabin below deck, with no way out. Tanya saw the fist size bug watching her intently from a nearby pile of locked steamer trunks. She gauged the distance and jumped! She caught the thing, years of adventuring had honed her razor like reflexes and she now used them to pin the squirming thing underneath the weight of one of her large breasts. The touch of her breast seemed to mollify the thing somewhat but she jerked it away just before its mandibles could pinch her pinky thick nipple! It was heavier than it should have been, weighing she guessed nearly forty pounds despite its fist like size and as it was yanked away from her breast it once again began to thrash about with incredible strength.

Touching the stone scarab beetle just as she had seen the unconscious woman do upon the dock earlier, caused the thing to fling from her grasp and hover in the air where it suddenly burst into an unfolding expanding flurry of shapes. Until hovering above the instantly recognizable boots was the single piece body suit, the gloves floating in the air beside it. Tanya marveled at the shape that seemed to float on invisible currents which gently swayed it in the unsporting air. Cautiously she moved in closer and touched and peered over the suit.

It indeed seemed to be made of some pliable thick semi-ridged compound. It looked like polished stone and seemed nearly indestructible, but it bent stiffly under her fingers and snapped back into place when her prodding hands had passed on. Other than the boots and gloves, the suit was a single graceful piece. It hung in the air more a sculpture than an article of clothing. From the side view it was a large bent ‘s’ in initial appearance. The large crowning spike that rose up behind the head cupped forward up over where the head would be in its mask, while the two shoulder spikes curved backward in their points. The starfish like points radiating out of the center to cover the nipples of the breasts curved outward like billowing sails in a strong wind, the tips arching backward and rising slightly where it would caress the outer breast slightly. The long singular segmented plate of spine like vertebra was reversed shaped to follow skin tight the slim sternum and slight swell of the young girls belly until it ended in a small downward pointing arrow head shape, that just barley covered the genital of the girl now slumbering on the floor next to her.

The mask its self was attached and rolled its self up like a window blind into the deep well of the high collar. Pulling on its lip Tanya could see the skin tight hood reveal its self with an almost liquid ease. ‘One pulled it up and over your head,’ she noted. ‘Hmmm, you put your head and neck through here, like a horse into its collar, but how dose it stay on so tight?’ Tanya glanced at the naked body of the slumbering girl who stirred in the bask of the suits low glow. ‘It dose seem to be healing her,’ she thought. And returned her attention back to the suit. She bent over and carefully studied the odd esoteric flow of the suit from the large cupping points of the breast down the sloping bent in curve of the single stone vertical bar, to the small arrow crotch piece pointing down. It was so small in the front and seemed to promise to cover so slightly. She reversed the angle of her head carefully pulling the gauze like floating cape aside and was surprised to find that the lower point of the crotch piece continued on behind the small outer cover into a large swelling - ‘oh my god!’ Tanya felt her mouth drop open and she took several blushing seconds to pull herself together. The tail point of the arrow point of the suit’s crotch covering swung back and swelled upwards into a segmented enormous phallic protrusion. ‘Well, with that sucker inside you there was surly no chance the suit was going to slip!’ Tanya blinked at the thing and swallowed hard, ‘it must surly be several inches in girth and easily twenty four inches in length!” Tanya’s lower lip trembled and her neck and face flushed as she leaned in closer to the sturdy looking ridged member. There seemed to be something odd about the tip of the enormous dildo, the baseball sized head of the shaft seemed… blurry?’ With a cautious prodding finger tip, Tanya realized that the head of the shaft was vibrating at incredible speeds! In fact, the entire shaft was pulsing and undulating in almost too fast to be seen gyroscopic motions. Tanya moaned as she jerked back her finger, even just a slight light brushing contact with the huge ribbed shaft had sent waves of indescribable sexual arousal through her body. She swallowed hard and reached again for the shaft this time with an open grasping hand.

“AH!” Tanya stifled a shriek at the sudden clasp of a hand on her shoulder. She spun around to find the naked girl standing before her.

“It takes a special woman to wear the armor of The Scarab.” The young woman moved past Tanya, where she had lost her balance in the moment of being startled and had fallen to the side on her haunches, and carefully the girl slipped her neck through the hovering suit and then with an ease of precision belaying her youthful demur, she slipped the powerful shaft past her tight thick meaty lips, and up inside her as she nestled into the small bike seat soft purring nuzzle of the costume. Instantly the room was filled with the young girls soft moans and a powerful pheromone haze filled the room making Tanya giddy with her boiling lusts. The suit seemed to adjust to the girl and adhere to her as she slipped into her boots and gloves. Finally with no hint of the suit hovering in space, but now fully borne by the great strength of the girl, she pulled the hood up and over her face, wiggling the eye lenses comfortably into place. Tanya blinked, any sign of the gun shoot wound upon the young girl was gone!

The Scarab had little problem with the door to the locked room, nor with the half dozen armed men on board the craft. Lady Bustmoore escaped however in a small launch out into the dark swells of the ocean. Tanya radioed the local authorities, she had stopped the illegal smuggling of several recently unearthed priceless artifacts and a wing in one of the local museums would be named after her for this as well as her previous endeavourers on the country’s behalf.

As far as the mysterious Scarab, she vanished that night from the pitching deck upon her humming quad wings, disappearing in pursuit of the long gone launch. It would be months latter that Tanya’s path would once again intersect with the super heroine, and it was at this juncture that she would form a sort of symbiosis relationship with the avenger of the desert night. Tanya found herself sharing many strange supernatural as well as more mundane but just as dangerous crime fighting adventures with her companion. And these adventures she would in turn write down in the sacred scrolls as they had been written for thousands of years by other companions to the previous incarnations of the great super heroine known only as THE SCARAB!