The Tomb
This story is copyrighted, so NO take! Another quick one, I'm on a roll! One of the dangers of messing around with dead things.
The Tomb
** By William W. Kelso**
*Lucy Hodgkin, late professor emeritus of ancient studies at a prestigious university, crouched in the dark at the base of a wall decorated with an ancient painting of a beautiful woman, the goddess of a long forgotten religion. But as she had found out that goddess still wielded great power, at least in this place. *
"Please, she begged, please! I meant no disrespect, no sacrilege when I entered the tomb! I'm a woman of learning, a seeker after knowledge! Please, not this, anything but this!"
But the painting remained silent; as always, the placid face gazing into the ages.
*Lucy sobbed quietly, wondering how long it had been since she had awakened the ancient curse. There was no way to tell time in the stygian darkness of the ancient crypt, but she could see perfectly well in the dark now. After all, what kind of a guardian would she be if she couldn't see what she was guarding? *
One of her native contacts had told her about an ancient tomb recently revealed by a landslide; no one else had seen it yet. Eagerly she had abandoned her current dig, and accompanied him alone to the new site, keeping silent about the find. It had been hard to enter, the entrance only partially uncovered in the slide. And as they squeezed their way in another slide had resealed the entrance, her guide being buried alive in liquid mud, his muffled screams lasting for several minutes. She'd tried to dig him out, but more mud just flowed into replace any she dug away. Finally she gave up. He had been the lucky one.
*Hoping someone would figure out what had happened she decided to explore the ancient tomb while her lighting lasted. It had contained riches beyond her wildest dreams, all from a forgotten culture lost in time. She recognized none of the strange cruciform like inscriptions or other symbols covering the walls. It wasn't Aztec, Mayan, Toltec, or any of the other cultures she was familiar with. It almost looked more Sumerian or Egyptian. *
Then she had found the shrine to the ancient goddess, and when she'd removed a strange gold ornament it had started, a horribly sickening pleasure that burst in her stomach and flowed outward as she had started...changing. She had screamed as her clothing split and tore as her body expanded, her rear growing into a large fleshy abdomen as her legs had split in two pairs! Her shirt split and fell away to rotting rags as her once flat breasts swelled to full firm globes, nipples tingling. Soon she was nude except for the necklace she had removed from the shrine; and in a moment of weakness put around her neck, unknowingly sealing her fate.
Even as she'd torn at the necklace; which had shrunk until it fit her neck snuggly, her hands had begun to cramp as her fingers grew together, and then her thumbs and merged fingers had begun to push out into large crablike claws, the edges serrated as joints formed! As she flailed the horrible appendages, wailing in horror, her arms had slid down her sides to her waist to join her four legs, making her look even more like some kind of centaur-crab. Then there had been a tingling on her abdomen, and straining her neck she could see the emblem of the goddess now adorned her swollen rump like a beautiful gold tattoo; glowing faintly, and she knew she was now locked into her new form.
** She had examined herself in horror; staring at the nude crab like thing she had become. Her flesh remained the soft pink flesh of her human body, and her torso remained human in form, but from the waist down she was a monster. And her pussy remained intact, the wet slit on her raised mound quivering and aching for relief as she was horribly aroused, but there was no way she could pleasure herself with her huge claw 'hands', and somehow she knew that was part of her fate; her punishment, to remain sexually aroused, but unable to do anything about it, her pussy drooling a constant flow of sexual fluids as she scuttled through the dark, her arousal intense and permanent.**
She had moved wildly through the tomb, spinning in circles trying to throw off the form she now wore, clawed at the walls and blocked entrance with her powerful pinchers, but all to no avail. Finally she had returned to the shrine, crouching at its base crying and pleading for mercy, but only once had her cries been answered, and her blood had run cold as she'd heard a sweet gentle voice whisper inside her head.
"You have violated this sacred crypt, stolen from this shrine, so you shall remain here as its guardian; now and forever, alone with your insatiable lust. And you are still changing, in time only a beast shall remain, nothing human left. So it begins."
*And she screamed, and screamed, and.... *
*As the years slowly past Lucy continued to change; but horribly slowly, tormented as she watched her humanity fade, her screams and begging turning into a shrill chittering as her mouth became hard churning segments, antennae flailing, her eyes pushing out on the ends of stalks, hard horn like protrusions growing from her soft changing skull. *
** Slowly her soft skin hardened into shell as her legs divided yet again, the hard segments losing all resemblance to anything other than something...crustacean. She scuttled endlessly through the dark, the only sound being the light tapping of the tips of her hard clawed legs against the stone floors, the faint rasping of her mouth segments as she desperately tried to scream for mercy. Finally her face became totally unrecognizable, a fixed hard carapace now covering her entire body as the slow transformation finally came to its horrible end leaving behind nothing but a huge crablike monstrosity. Immortal, with no need to eat or drink, it's sole purpose to guard the ancient tomb. But most horrible of all, her human memories and awareness remained, trapped in the inhuman body of a giant crab, a crab desperate to find a male with which to breed, mucus constantly dripping from her inflamed genital slit. And eternity would be a long, long, time for her to atone for her crime. **
** The End**
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