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Eat the Rich (Halloween Havoc no. 11)

by Sigma

I

“Make sure that camera is on me,” Brenda Wade said before turning away and continuing down the darkened corridor. She looked ahead, taking a few more steps before turning back around. “So, I’m here, deep in the Egyptian desert, in the tomb of Kamilah. She was a society woman who, legend has it, had very close ties to a prominent pleasure cult in her time.  There were also rumors she dabbled in the dark arts. Anyway, I worked diligently, going through archival records, speaking with historians, and consulting with nomadic tribes who know these lands better than anyone until I found the location of Kamilah’s final resting place,” she addressed the camera.

“More like she bribed government officials and hired explorers who had already been here…” a bored looking Egyptian man said in Arabic as he rolled his eyes.

“I know, Shakir,” the woman standing next to him replied in a whisper. She was a tall Egyptian woman, with dark hair and eyes and a curvy figure. She folded her arms across her chest and Brenda continued talking. “But this shameless woman is paying us to act as guides and fluff her ego, so fluff we must.”

“This is not what I envisioned when I got hired by the Ministry of Culture, Dalia,” Shakir protested. “I should have joined the police force instead. How much longer must we cater to this...tourist?”

“Not much longer, my friend…” Dalia promised with a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“...Now…” Brenda led the small crew, Shakir, Dalia, and Karim, the cameraman, down the hall. “Up ahead is a chamber where it’s said that an idol of Kamilah can be found. This is all very exciting, because the Egyptian government has given me permission to retrieve the idol for display in the Wade Museum in Delta City.”

“Those fat vultures at the ministry sell out our culture and we smile and take it…” Shakir growled.

“Of course, I have my lovely guide, Ms. Dalia Haddad and her team to thank for their help,” Brenda said. Karim turned the camera on Dalia, who simply feigned a smile and waved before the camera went back to Brenda as she reached a door at the end of the hall. Brenda pushed it open.

“That door is at least 500 pounds. She did that with very little effort…” Shakir said in surprise. Dalia simply smirked.

The room on the other side was a spacious chamber. Brenda shone her flashlight and scanned the room. “Now...where is that idol?” She swept the room until she found an empty pedestal. “Wait…”

Dalia blinked. “It’s gone…” she said in English.

“Oh, Brenda…” A woman with a British accent spoke. Brenda spun around and saw Sara Kraft leaning against the wall near the door. She wore her black tanktop and shorts, with a pair of night vision goggles on her forehead. She held an idol of a woman with her arms raised in her hand and smirked. “After this, are we, love?”

“Sara!” Brenda growled.

Sara put the idol in her backpack, blew Brenda a kiss, and ran off.

“Gah!” Brenda cried out and took after the busty treasure huntress.

“This is getting out of hand…” Shakir said as he watched Brenda run off. “Now there are two of them!”

Dalia walked off in the direction Brenda and Sara went.

“Where are you going?” Karim asked, lowering his camera.

“You two go back to the truck. I’ll be back,” Dalia said before disappearing into the dark of the crypt after Sara and Brenda.

II

“You give me back my idol, Sara!” Brenda shouted as she and Sara plunged deeper into the complex. They ran through narrow, winding halls that branched into other narrow, winding, shadowy halls. As the two women moved through the space, torches mysteriously lit in their passing, providing light, but they were both so engulfed in the pursuit that neither of them noticed.

Brenda growled, her muscular legs carrying her as she tried to close the distance on Sara. With time, she began to, and once she was closer, she reached out with one long arm and tried to grab the thief’s backpack.

At the last second, Sara jumped, clearing a hole in the ground that appeared at the last second.

“Whoa!” Brenda tried to skid to a stop, but her momentum continued carrying her, so she pushed ahead and cleared the hole. She looked down to see a bed of spikes, many broken bones and skulls decorating their razor tips.

Brenda hit the other side tits-first, and nearly fell into the pit as its latest victim, but pulled herself up on the other side. She looked up at Sara, who stood with her hands on her hips and smirk on her face.

“Thought I lost you there for a second, love,” Sara teased. “Come on, get up. Let’s see what else is in this old building,” she grinned.

“Give me that idol…” Brenda repeated. “It’s mine.”

“No, it’s the Lady Kamilah’s. You’re trying to steal it,” Sara corrected.

“You’re stealing it!” Brenda said, jumping up.

“Let’s not get bogged down in details,” Sara said. “Catch your breath yet?”

Brenda growled at the busty Brit.

“That’s a yes!” Sara said before running again. Brenda took off after her.

The chase continued as it had before, down winding passages and narrow halls. The pair jumped over several more pits of spikes, barely avoided getting cooked by jets of flame, and had to double-time their run when they entered a room in which the floor gave out in the sections they ran on, and plunged into the yawning darkness beneath.

All sense of time and place melted away the deeper they went, but Sara continued teasing Brenda, staying just out of her reach as she charged through a wide open doorway with an arch marked in strange glyphs. Sara then slid to stop on the other side.

“End of the line…” she said, staring into infinite darkness. The floor ended in a ledge that extended just beyond the door and the darkness beyond was all that was left.

“Got you!” Brenda yelled as she charged in.

“Wait, no!” Sara cried out as Brenda tackled her and they both went over the edge.

***

Some time later, Brenda stirred and sat up, lifting her head.

“Mmmf!”

She looked down and saw Sara helpless, writhing under her, smothered by her fleshy 38G globes. The treasure huntress wiggled and tried to push Brenda off her and Brenda smirked and propped her elbows on the dust-caked ground to hold her head up.

“Maybe I should stay like this for a bit,” Brenda threatened. “Until you give me my idol, of course.”

Sara let out muffled cries, wiggled and writhed, and tried pushing Brenda off of her, but Brenda’s weight and the fact that Sara could barely breath with a face full of natural 38G tits made it impossible. Sara beat her fists against Brenda’s arms and Brenda grabbed her wrists and pinned them down, applying a bit more weight.

“I can hold out longer than you can, Sara.”

Finally, Sara stopped fighting. She let her arms go limp and tapped against the floor. Brenda got up, lifting her tits from Sara’s face, but still straddled her waist. Sara sucked in a great breath of stale air and her own tits heaved as she breathed again.

“That’s a dirty trick!” Sara lamented.

Brenda’s baby blue eyes flashed and she grinned. “But it worked,” she said, snaking her arms around Sara’s back and taking her backpack.

“Where the bloody hell are we?” Sara asked.

Brenda looked up. They had fallen so far they couldn’t see the ledge they had been standing on. “A sublevel, it looks like.” She stood up and looked up. “There has to be a way out, stairs or a ramp, maybe.”

Sara looked around. “This is much more than a sublevel.”

Brenda looked around and noticed for the first time that they were in an expansive chamber lined with statues. Recesses in the walls went up as far as they could track, and pillars in the room were painted with a prominent figure in an Atef crown, carrying a crook in one hand and a flail in the other.

“Osiris…” both women said at the same time.

“God of the dead. This is a burial place…” Sara said. “It think we’ve stumbled into a necropolis. But what are these statues?” She walked over to one of the statues and knocked on it. She then gasped and looked to the side before turning to Brenda and grinning. “You know what? You can keep that little idol. I’ve got actual mummies here! These aren’t statues, they’re sarcophagi!”

“What?!” Brenda said, looking around. There were dozens, maybe hundreds of them. “Well that’s wonderful...but it doesn’t help us get out of here.”

Sara shrugged her shoulders and looked around. “I’m gonna visit our new friends and find out who has the best jewelry I can borrow. You find the way out.”

“You’re despicable,” Brenda said, turning to her. Just as she did, she gasped and pointed. “Behind you!”

Before Sara could turn, a leathery, desiccated hand reached out from the sarcophagus behind her and clamped over her mouth. The other snaked around her body, playing with her tits, and pulled the muffling, kicking, Sara into its confines before closing and shaking violently.

Brenda watched it all unfold. The sarcophagus continued rocking back and forth, to the point where it seemed like it was going to tip over at times.

“I know I should help her…” Brenda said. “But why?”

Just then, she heard stone grinding on stone and looked around the room. Many of the other sarcophagi began to slip open and long, ancient, mummified limbs began snaking out. Before long, Brenda was surrounded by a small army, their glowing eyes fixed on her and their slavering jaws hanging open as they began shambling toward her.

“Craaap…” Brenda groaned, backing toward the shaking sarcophagus that held Sara. She then ran at it, bowling it over with her shoulder. It slammed to the ground and flew open, and Sara rolled out, entangled with a recently reanimated mummy that had its cold, leathery hands all over her warm, supple curves. Her outfit had been shredded, and Sara fought to hold off the thing’s surprisingly formidable strength. The mummy only flew away when Brenda ran and punted him off of Sara.

She jumped to her feet in an instant and shoved Brenda. “You sure took your sweet time getting me out of there, you horrible slag!”

Brenda grabbed Sara’s arm and pointed her at the army of the dead.

“Oh…”

The mummy that attacked Sara then stood, its worn lips forming into a hungry smile.

Sara pulled her guns from her thigh holsters and looked around. “Let just hope the government never finds out about this,” Sara said, popping two of the mummies with two well-placed shots. “I’m not keen on spending my prime years in an Egyptian prison.”

“Why didn’t I bring my belt?” Brenda groaned while putting up her fists. “Okay, listen...we need to carve a path straight through. At least get close to a wall. Hopefully we can find an exit.”

“Right.”

An ominous laugh then filled the spacious chamber. “There will be no escape, new slaves of Kamilah…Only subjugation and subservience.”

The mummies all stopped as a cloud of dust swirled through them and approached the pair. When it dissipated, a towering mummy wearing ornate robes and a headdress and carrying a staff taller than him stood before them.

“I am Nuru, the Magnificent. Advisor and personal mystic to Lady Kamilah” he said with a bow. “And you have trespassed into our realm.”

Both women were drawn to an object embedded in Nuru’s chest, a green gem set inside a scarab amulet. Nuru remained where he stood, raising one bony hand. The heroines tensed up as Nuru waved toward them, and when he did, the army of mummies attacked.

Brenda beat them back and with he fists, and Sara fired her guns, taking them down. The mummies fell easily, but the sheer number of them still kept the women on their toes for fear of being overwhelmed. Still, for their combined effort, sheer numbers eventually won out.

The tide of the dead washed over the two, and Brenda went down swinging while Sara’s last few shots went into the air as the mummies dragged them down. Withered hands groped soft flesh and tore away clothing while others held the two buxom beauties captive. Pretty soon, both women were on their knees, stripped naked except for a few scraps of clothing, and presented before Nuru, who looked at them with glowing eyes while stroking his chin.

“Ah yes...such is the fate of all who trespass in our domain. Bring me that,” he ordered one of his followers while pointing to the backpack.

The mummy handed him the bag and he opened it, examining the idol inside before putting it back and handing it to another of his servants.

“Have you any clue how many errant treasure hunters I have sent to their doom over the many long centuries?”

“Well,” Sara laughed nervously. “You have your treasure back, yes? So no harm, no foul.”

Nuru approached her and rubbed the back of his palm against the side of her face. “Foolish cow. You foreigners come to our lands, pillage our sacred spaces, defile our very history, and the best you can offer is half-hearted apologies?”

Sara swallowed a lump in her throat and looked Nuru in the eye. “It was her!” she suddenly said, nodding to Brenda, who looked at her in shock.

“That’s right. That cocky American was the one behind it all. She meant to take the idol to put it on display in some museum so she and her rich friends could stand around, drinking shit wine and staring at it.”

“Sara!” Brenda growled.

“And you…?” Nuru asked Sara. “What was your intent?”

“I couldn’t let her have it, knowing her plans, so I took it before she did.”

“To sell on the black market,” Brenda said.

Sara suddenly got quiet.

“This woman has a history of taking artifacts to either keep for herself or sell to private collectors, Your Magnificence. She’s a parasite of the worst kind.”

Nuru considered what Brenda said, stroking his chin while eyeing both women. “I detect no lies in your words, American. And she does not deny what you claim. Pick her up,” Nuru ordered and two of his servants forced Sara to her feet. “This transgression demands a sacrifice to Osiris. The Englishwoman will do.”

“No!” Sara cried out, trying to get free, but their hold was too strong. Nuru chuckled and stepped toward her, cupping a tit in his withered hand and playing with the soft, supple flesh. “You will remain with us, here in this necropolis. Though we do not live as you understand the concept, we still appreciate the pleasures of the flesh…” he laughed.

Sara’s blood ran cold as the mummies began groping her helpless body.

“When we tire of you, you will be bound, mummified, and sealed away. Your soul will be ushered to Osiris and, in time you will be returned as one of us.”

“No!!” Sara screamed in abject horror.

“I don’t suppose…” Brenda said. “That I could just get out of your way so you can proceed?”

Nuru turned to Brenda and order his servants to pick her up. He grabbed the sides of her face and his lips twisted into a smile. “You meant to display the artifact in one of your museums. Perhaps you should face a similar fate...a display piece for Lady Kamilah’s court.”

“What?!” Brenda gasped.

“You will join other foolish foreign invaders and interlopers. Do with them what you will. I will watch before I prepare the rituals,” Nuru said.

The hungry-eyed mummies all turned on the busty captives, their jaws agape as they approached.

Immediately, Brenda and Sara found themselves on the ground, surrounded by the dead, Their bodies were withered and emaciated, but somehow cocks stood erect and red. One of them climbed on top of Brenda, spreading her thick legs apart. Another held her down as she tried to wiggle free, but the first one pushed himself in, grunting out a laugh as he began fucking her where she lay.

There was no escape for Brenda. They surrounded her on all sides, their eyes glowing and their rotted teeth grinning as they waited their turns to ravage her vulnerable snatch. The one mounting her grunted and moaned as he went in and out of her pussy, and his cold hands gripped her hips tight as he plunged deep inside of her.

Another hand gripped her tits, pinching the nipples and squeezing the ample meat, and Brenda could only moan and try to resist the mounting pleasure she was feeling as the mummies ravaged her body.

Off to the side, Sara’s mouth was full of mummy cock. One of them had forced her to her knees and shoved his member down her throat, and she could only suck, lick, and deep throat while another standing behind her held her arms to keep her from trying to flee. She could feel herself choking, gagging, trying to fight down the sensation as he nipples hardened and she began growing wet between her own legs.

All around her was a collection of mummified faces, withered jaws hanging open as many of them pleasured themselves while they waited for their turn with either her or Brenda. As time passed, Sara could feel her mind slipping. She was beginning to lose a sense of where she was, how she had gotten there. She looked over at Brenda, who gasped and breathed heavy as the mummy that mounted her pulled out and shot a sticky stream all over her heaving white tits. Brenda’s eyes were rolled back in her head. Her legs were spread and her own cum pooled on the floor under her shapely, bare ass. The mummy stepped back as another stepped forward, grabbed Brenda by her ankles, and threw her muscular legs over his narrow shoulders. Brenda then cried out as the mummy lowered his face into her crotch and began eating.

Sara was pulled back to her own situation only when her cheeks swelled with a sudden explosion of warm, sticky semen. He mummy fucking her face pulled himself out and Sara spit out the contents and heaved a deep breath as the mummies around her all laughed. She fell to her hands and needs, lapping up the sweet taste, when a hand grabbed her by her hair and forced her down into the dirt. She felt a cock probing at her ass, trying to penetrate, and she balled her fists up, preparing for the sensation. One hand went on her back and another grabbed the busty adventurer's right tit as the cock slid in. She let out a gasp when the hand on her back yanked back on her hair and forced her to look up.

As the mummy behind her began fucking, Sara looked ahead and saw Nuru presiding over all of it. He stroked his chin, smirked, and nodded, and Sara’s gaze fell to the gem embedded in his withered chest. She looked over at Brenda.

“Brenda!”

Brenda’s face was flush, her jaw was slack. She looked like she barely knew her name. The mummy’s face as still buried between her legs, but she was coherent enough to look at Sara when called. Sara nodded her head at the gem while her body rocked and her tits swayed.

Brenda craned her head and looked, catching her meaning when she saw the glint of them gem. Getting an idea, Brenda wrapped her legs around the mummy’s head, and he thrashed in her grip as she squeezed. The mummy pulled his mouth free and Brenda loosened her hold. The mummy when growled and grabbed her by her dark hair, yanking her free of the others and forcing her to her feet. Before the mummy could do anything, Brenda slammed her head into his face, causing it to crunch as the mummy collapsed.

The mummies around her paused in shock, giving Brenda enough time to surge through the gathered crowd, and she charged at Nuru, who froze in surprise.

“No! NO!!” He yelled when he realized, too late, what she was doing. By the time Nuru was able to do anything, Brenda grabbed the gem in his chest and yanked it free. Nuru shrieked and collapsed into a pile of bones, and so too did the many mummies surrounding Brenda and Sara.

The two of them looked around the chamber, surrounded by the destroyed mummies. Brenda then exhaled and dropped the gem. “This trip was a mistake…”

Sara stood up, cum staining her tits and chin, as she looked around. “Well, we might as well do some looting...make it worth our troubles,” she suggested.

Brenda looked her up and down and shook her head.

“You two really are shameless,” a voice said.

They turned to find Dalia enter the chamber with her arms folded as she walked among the bones. She stopped right next to Nuru’s corpse, right in front of the gem, and looked at them.

“Dalia! How’d you find us?” Brenda asked.

“These crypts are not so confusing if you know what you’re doing,” Dalia said. “You two never should have come here.”

“Agreed,” Sara said while wiping her mouth. “So be a good little guide and show us the exit.”

Dalia knelt down and picked up Nuru’s gem.

“Dalia, wait!” Brenda tried to stop her, but the minute she lifted it, it glowed and floated from her hand. Dust swirled around it until Nuru’s body reshaped and reanimated. Once more, he stood tall before the three women. Brenda and Sara stepped back while Dalia looked up at him.

“Agh...bested by a big-titted cow,” Nuru groaned, rubbing his neck. “Well done, my daughter,” he said, gently putting a finger to Dalia’s chin.

She smiled at him. “What would you do without me, father?”

“Wha…” Brenda gasped. “What is happening?”

“You walked into a trap, right from the start, you fool,” Dalia chastised. “I am tired of you rich foreigners pissing on my country’s heritage for your stupid egos. My family has been luring your kind down here for centuries.”

“It is true,” Nuru laughed, walking around Sara and Brenda. “We have amused ourselves with such sport since the days of ancient Rome.”

“Bastard!” Sara said, throwing a punch. She froze in place when Nuru held out a hand and cast a spell.

Dalia smirked. “What should we do with them, father?” she asked. As she did, Brenda let out a desperate yell and charged, but mummies reanimated around her and held her in place. Dalia approached until they were face to face.

“As much as they have transgressed, mere sacrifice would be a waste, I think,” Dalia said.

“Agreed,” Nuru said. “I will mete out the appropriate punishments. They will be given as tribute to Kamilah.”

Dalia nodded before grabbing Brenda by her jaw. She planted a long, deep kiss on Brenda’s full lips, fully taking in her taste before stepping back. “I’ll return to observe some time later. I need to go back for now. I’ve been gone long enough that Karim and Shakir may come looking for me, and they don’t know how to navigate the traps.”

Nuru nodded. “Be well, my child,” he said, waving his daughter off. Dalia looked back at the captive Brenda and Sara, blowing the two women a kiss as they struggled against their captors.

Nuru watched Dalia leave and chuckled. “I have sired a great many children over the ages, but Dalia is among my favorite of them.” He approached the pair. “She is intelligent, cunning, and above all, loyal. She understands the importance of her people, her heritage. She does not take from others what is not hers,” he hissed at Brenda and Sara. He then walked around Sara, tracing a withered finger across her bruised, cum covered, naked skin while looking at Brenda.

“Now...you will find out just what Lady Kamilah does with unwelcome guests,” he said to them before letting out a menacing bellow.

III

Back on the surface, Karim sat in the sand, against the giant wheel of an SUV with headphones in while holding up his phone. “Come on, come on, come!” he cheered. Shakir peered over the edge from the back seat, his eyes glued to the soccer match.

“GOAL!” Karim shouted, jumping up as both he and Shakir cheered.

“Are we winning?” Dalia asked, emerging from the entrance of the temple with her arms folded and a smile on her face.

“We are,” Karim said, looking past her and at the entrance. “Where are Ms. Brenda and the other one?”

“They kissed and made up. They’re still exploring,” Dalia said while climbing into the truck. “Come on, boys.”

“Shouldn’t we wait for Ms. Brenda?” Shakir asked.

“She’s going to be a while. Lets find a cafe and catch the rest of the game on TV,” she suggested.

Shakir quickly climbed into the driver’s seat and Karim got in the back as the truck started up and took off.

***

She opened her eyes to the opulence of her bedroom, high ceilings and gold-tinted everything. She then stretched her arms over her head, yawning, and looking around her. Naked bodies filled her bed, men and woman of many different races, all peacefully asleep. A smile crossed her lips as she climbed across the bodies and set her bare feet on the cool stone of her floor before walking to the doors. She grabbed a robe and put it over her generous curves, the sheer fabric doing absolutely nothing to cover the generous curves of her shapely body. She tossed her dark brown hair back and walked out of the bedroom into a larger chamber where music played, wine flowed, and sweaty bodies were entangled in an orgy of writhing, heaving flesh as far as she could see.

“Lady Kamilah,” a voice at her side spoke. She turned to see Nuru, who bowed his head and took her hand in his. “I bring gifts and good tidings,” he said while guiding her through the sea of bodies.

Kamilah accepted a glass of wine from a naked servant, a petite girl with a slim build, and took a sip. “I am listening, Nuru.”

“More thieves, your radiance. Two women, and American and and Englishwoman.”

Kamilah’s face lit up. “Is that so? My, how long has it been since we’ve gotten an American? What did they try to steal?”

Nuru produced the idol and Kamilah took it. “This?” she eyed it and tossed it aside. “Is all of the good treasure gone?”

“It would appear the pickings up top are indeed slim,” Nuru reported.

“Well move more up there, entice others to try and stumble into my web.”

“It will be done,” Nuru nodded as he guided his Lady through the crowd and to a small gathering of naked revelers. “Here they are.”

The two of them stepped through the crowd of people and up to Brenda and Sara, who both lay on separate elevated slabs with their hands bound above their heads and their legs spread, ankles tied down. Cum covered their bodies as a pair of muscular men fucked each of them, pulled out, and finished on their bodies, adding to the volume of cum both women were covered in. Cheers and raised wine glasses went up among the revelers and both women lay there, breathing heavily, their eyes rolled back as Kamilah approached. She ran her hand across Brenda’s tight stomach, coating her fingers and then licking the cum off.

“They have been here for a week and have only serviced a fraction of your guests,” Nuru explained. “Somehow, they are not completely broken yet. I suspect that may be daughters of Aphrodite.”

Kamilah simply smirked and took a drink of her wine. “It has been a while indeed since I’ve broken one of those.”

“Shall we find out personally how much more they can take?” Dalia asked, snaking her arms around Kamilah’s shoulders. Dalia was completely naked, her unblemished, olive colored skin glowing with a thin sheen of sweat as she planted kisses on Kamilah’s shoulders.

“Did you bring them here, my dear?”

“I did,” Dalia answered. “A gift.”

Kamilah finished her wine and looked to Nuru. “Have them cleaned up and brought to my chambers. Dalia and I will handle their taming,” she said, taking Dalia’s hand and sucking on her fingers. The two women then turned and began walking back to Kamilah’s chambers. Dalia squeezed the noblewoman’s plump, shapely ass as they walked.

Nuru watched them and smirked before turning to the captives. He snapped his fingers and two of his servants appeared and untied them and then dragged them from the slabs they were laying on. He walked over and stood over them.

“Your bodies belong to Lady Kamilah. Your minds will be next,” he promised. “Take them away.”

Brenda and Sara could only whimper as they were dragged off to their fate.

The End