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Empire of the Ancient Sands

Part 5 - The Sting of Judgment

The Widow Ebeid considered herself a fortunate soul, and not one given to fear. Her livelihood reflected this - someone of a nervous disposition would have found it difficult indeed to spend her days milking deadly scorpions, and a less fortunate person would not have survived to do it for as long as she had. But survive she had, and the profitable venom that could be milked from the deadly critters kept her and her two children well-supplied. The little scorpion-farm they ran together had been built and stocked by her late husband, a true master of handling the beasts... who had, unfortunately, died from choking on a lump of dry bread, after surviving several potentially-deadly scorpion stings. Proof, perhaps, that the universe had an unpleasant sense of humor.

But despite the loss of her husband, Ebeid thanked Allah every day for her fortune. Her children were healthy and strong, her son eagerly learning the family trade, and her daughter (who was rather less fond of the scorpion-pens) keeping the house and rapidly blooming into a beauty who would find no shortage of suitors. Better yet, their farm - isolated a fair distance from the nearest major city - had enabled them to more or less ignore the waves of civil unrest and rioting that had swept across the nation several times over the past decade. And while other farmers in such remote areas were sometimes targeted by militants or looters eager to steal a sheep or a cow for its food-value, nobody wanted to rob a scorpion-farm.

Of course, that was their loss, she often reflected. Her scorpions were far more valuable than the simple food-beasts her neighbors raised. The venom that she milked from them along with her son was sold to pharmaceutical companies both local and foreign, for the production of antivenin and research into possible medical applications. And on those rare occasions when the scorpions bred (which was somewhat rare in captivity), she could sell the spares to overseas pet-stores where they would be considered 'exotic' rather than 'dangerous pests'.

Their quiet life, and their fortune, disappeared suddenly one night - to be replaced by fear. As they gathered around the table for their evening meal, and Ebeid said a prayer to Allah, the door was kicked down, and several armed and masked men stormed into the house. She shrieked in surprise along with her children, but even as they scrambled to get up, run, hide, ANYTHING, she knew they had no chance. The men moved with clinical efficiency, grabbing her and her children, tying their hands behind their backs and pulling black bags over their heads. Their cries of protest and questions of motive went unanswered, and within minutes, the small family found themselves dragged out of their home and shoved into the back of a truck.

They spent the next three days in the back of a variety of trucks, rumbling across Egypt one mile at a time. The black bags were removed after the first night - at which point the often featureless landscape behind the truck was already too unfamiliar to give them any idea of where they were going - but the armed guards hovering around them were a constant threat, and they didn't need anyone to tell them that any shouting, crying or attempted escapes would see them hooded again. Ebeid spent most of her time trying to keep her daughter calm, the girl having been reduced to the verge of tears by the terrifying situation. Her son, meanwhile, spent most of HIS time glaring angrily at their captors, who ignored his scowl entirely.

None of them had any idea why they'd been abducted. Questions were simply met with sharp commands to be silent. The best that could be said for their current situation, thus, was that they weren't being actively mistreated... yet. They'd been given enough food to stave off hunger, and enough blankets to keep out the cold of the desert night, as they slept fitfully beneath the watchful gaze of their captors. About the only thing Ebeid could tell was that they were heading south, away from the Mediterranean coast that had ALMOST been visible from their cottage. She wracked her brain trying to come up with some explanation for the situation - someone she had offended, unpaid debts, perhaps a connection to her late husband? But nothing popped up. She could not imagine what had prompted the abduction, nor did she have any idea what was waiting at the end of the trip.

The end came, however, in its own time - caring little for her confusion. As darkness fell on the third night, the truck that had carried them so far rumbled to a halt, and she was escorted out along with her two children. They were deep in the wasteland, in an area more heavy in rocky crags and pebbles piled on dry earth than the sandy dunes that defined much of the Sahara. Despite the growing dark, the area was well-lit by a handful of flood-lights surrounding what looked like an archaeological dig. A handful of nervous-looking workmen could be seen still working, excavating the ruins of what looked to be an ancient temple, long crumbled into dust and rubble. In the back of the site, however, rocks and earth had been cleared away to reveal the opening of a dark passage leading into the ground beneath.

Standing just inside of it, leaning against the dusty wall with a bored expression on her face, was a woman who could perhaps most kindly be described as 'darkly beautiful'. Her hair was so black as to appear invisible against the darkness behind her, creating a disturbing illusion that she was missing half of her skull. Her skin, meanwhile, was so pale and white that it was hard to make out exactly where the edges of her plain, white dress were. Combined with the sunken-in eyes surrounded by dark makeup and the purple lipstick, she somewhat resembled some undead horror lurking at the entrance of its tomb, waiting to pounce on any unwary soul who wandered close.

The predatory grin that spread across her fate as she saw the three prisoners being herded towards her did little to break the illusion. Nor did the sight of her teeth - her canines were unnaturally long and pointed, giving her a decidedly vampiric smile. Anywhere else, fangs like those would've made Ebeid shake her head at the lengths some young people would go to for 'fashion', and thank Allah that her own daughter was not inclined towards such moral corruption. Here, though - at the end of an exhausting, three-day journey, in a dark corner of the desert, on the doorstep of what seemed to be an ancient tomb... the sight made cold shivers run down her spine, and she quickly hugged her daughter close as the young girl emitted a half-stifled shriek.

The woman lifted a carefully-trimmed, jet-black eyebrow at the reaction, and her grin grew, if possible, even wider. "Jumpy lot, aren't you? Don't waste your time being scared of little old me. You'll soon have much better reasons." The words were crisp and precise, but there was a definite accent to it. Anyone could tell that this girl was a foreigner, and Ebeid had spent enough time on the phone with representatives from various overseas pharmaceutical corporations to pinpoint the accent as Northern-European, even if the sickly-pale skin hadn't hinted in that direction to begin with. The accent, however, was less important than the fact that the young woman was actually TALKING to her. "What... what do you want with me? What have I done to you? Please, let my children go, they have nothing to do with... whatever this is!" The words rambled out of her mouth now that she'd finally met someone willing to talk, and the speeches she'd carefully prepared during the trip for when she finally met whoever was behind this disintegrated before they reached her tongue.

The woman just shook her head and clicked her tongue. "Look, I've got nothing against you personally. But you're wrong. Your children are very much involved. Either way, there's no point in pleading with me - I'm not in charge, not really. But if you wanna plead your case, you'll have your chance soon enough. I'm taking you to meet someone with REAL authority." There was a very suspicious ring to the way the woman said 'real authority', but Ebeid could only nod, shaking slightly as she held both of her children close.

One of the men who had abducted and escorted them stepped forwards, bowing slightly to the woman, who returned it with a measured nod. "Noble Nehyt, we deliver these prisoners into your care. Carry out the will of the Ancient Sands." The man's words were formal and somewhat stilted, and the woman - Nehyt - rolled her eyes at it. "Yeah, yeah, that's the plan. Just gimme a gun so we can get this show on the road. Unless you wanna come along and meet her in person, maybe?" The man shivered slightly at this, and quickly pulled out his sidearm - a compact-looking black handgun - handing it to her. "I am not worthy for such an honor. I... must go. There is still much to be done for the glory of the Order."

Nehyt snickered and took the gun from him, checking the slide and the safety with the air of a trained - if not particularly experienced - user. As the man hastily retreated, she waved towards the gaping hole in the ground with the weapon. "All right, you three - get going. I'll be right behind you with this piece, so don't try anything stupid. Like I said, you'll have your chance to talk it out when we get to the bottom." Nodding helplessly and eyeing the gun nervously, Ebeid obeyed, still holding on tightly to her children as they walked into the open tomb. She held her daughter to calm her fears, and her son to keep him from, as the woman had put it, 'trying something stupid'. He squirmed in her grip, fear only serving to fan the flames of anger that had risen during their captivity, but he did not struggle outright against her hand.

Nerves were twisted tighter and tighter as they descended into the tomb. The passage sloped steeply downwards, dropped off into an open pit (with rope-ladders attached to the edge), and then doubled back underneath itself as it continued deeper into the ground. The air was musty and smelled like mold. Here and there, cracks could be seen in the wall, with the thirsty root of some desert plant poking through in search of water. In other cracks, the tiny eyes of invisible insects gleamed, and spider-webs stretched between wall and roof in places. At a certain point, however, they seemed to pass an invisible boundary. From one step to the next, the walls went from cracked to pristine, and the only insects to be seen were dry, empty exoskeletons piled in the corners. A few steps later, even they disappeared. A surge of superstitious dread went through the three prisoners, and for a few minutes, Ebeid's son clutched her just as tight as his sister did.

Finally, the descending passage ended, and they passed through a doorway into a large, high-roofed chamber. The dust laid thick here - as if it had been left undisturbed by man and beast alike for centuries, if not millenia. Five tall obelisks stood at the corners of a pentagonal dais that took up the majority of the floor, and in the center of the formation, an ominous statue of a giant woman sitting on a throne could be seen. Her granite hand rested on a canopic jar - one of those special containers used by the ancient Egyptians to store the organs of mummified pharaohs - and a scorpion-shaped crown covered her head. On both sides of this tableau, set into the walls, a large, obsidian slab repeated the same image - engraved upon each of them was a large, stylized scorpion. However, as the eyes of the three frightened prisoners roamed across the chamber, they realized that it was worse than that.

There weren't TWO scorpion-engraved slabs of obsidian set into the walls. There were dozens, maybe hundreds. All over the walls, high and low, left and right, tiny squares of black gleamed against the dull sandstone, reflecting the shine of Nehyt's flashlight. The flickering shadows made it seem as if the scorpion-shaped hieroglyphs were moving, shifting on the walls, ready to pounce. A sinking sensation in Ebeid's stomach made her realize that maybe, just maybe, her presence there wasn't some sort of misunderstanding. Maybe she and her family had been dragged there for a reason, however insane it might be.

Nehyt, meanwhile, wasted little time counting the slabs on the walls. Her attention was entirely focused on the frontmost obelisk, her right hand running down its carved surface as she mumbled to herself, shining the flashlight at the hieroglyphs she was apparently reading. The handgun she'd received on the surface hung negligently from the waistband of her dress, now, and Ebeid's growing desperation made her wonder if perhaps she - or, more likely, her son - could reach the madwoman and grab the gun before she could react. She DID seem rather absorbed in her reading, after all...

Just as Ebeid was trying to work up the courage to let go of her son and let him at least TRY, however, Nehyt straightened with an evil grin on her face. Her right hand dipped into the front of the dress and pulled out a small gemstone on a chain. It glittered dark-red in the harsh light - a garnet, carved into the shape of a tiny canopic jar, identical to the one held under the statue's hand save for the size. Her smile widening even further, she pulled the gemstone off the chain, and thrust it into a small gap in the obelisk's hieroglyphic script.

Light flashed from the gemstone, and rapidly spread through neighboring hieroglyphs, down to the edge of the raised dais, and through that to the other four obelisks. It was pale-red, but shot through with veins of deep purple, venomous-looking green and pitch-black, all of which were projected onto the wall as the light spread and intensified, drowning out the white beam of the fallen flashlight. Nehyt laughed in delight, the sound echoing unpleasantly off the walls as she spread her arms, eyes fixed on the statue in the center of the chamber.

Seconds later, incandescent beams of light blasted from the tips of the five lit-up obelisks, colliding atop the central statue. The light spread down across the granite surface, shooting it through with cracks through which multicolored light shone. Nehyt, looking dreadfully eager, stepped up on the dais and dropped her gun on it, before starting to tear her clothes off, ripping the thin fabric in her haste. None of the three prisoners behind her had any thought for jumping towards the fallen weapon - they were too petrified by the sight before them, their eyes fixed on the spreading network of cracks now covering the giant figure on the throne.

The beams of light died out. The multicolored gleam continued to pulse in the countless hieroglyphs covering the obelisks, as well as the cracks covering the statue... and then, with a slight hissing sound, stone turned to sand. A cloud of dust settled around the base of the throne, revealing that the seemingly-solid statue had been naught but a layer - and beneath it, living flesh shifted and shone in the red light. The woman on the throne breathed deeply, her dark eyes flying open to reveal diamond-shaped pupils surrounded by red irises, and the scorpion-crown that sat atop her head shifted with a chitinous sound. The now-naked Nehyt, meanwhile, fell to her knees before the figure, bowing deeply.

The woman who had emerged from the stone was slender and petite, despite her inhuman size. She wore a simple dress made from black-dyed cotton, cut in the style of ancient Egypt, and tight enough to show off the subdued curves beneath. She seemed youthful, her body still undeveloped, yet carried an air of permanence and incredible age about her. Stretching languidly on the throne, she licked her lips, taking her time before deigning to notice the girl kneeling before her. Her voice was sharp and rough as it shaped words in a tongue that was barely remembered outside academic circles - but Nehyt knew it.

"So, I awaken again... and with mortals already eager to bow before me and beg for my favor, I see." Nehyt dipped her head a bit lower in response, before focusing on shaping the archaic words of her reply. "As it should be, great Serket, She Who Tightens the Throat." The goddess laughed, the sound harsh like a cast-iron bell. "True words, mortal. You are the one who woke me, yes? You seek my favor? My power?" Nehyt flinched slightly from the acerbic tone of the last few words, and picked her words very, very carefully. "I seek to serve you, my Lady, my Goddess... as your High Priestess and God-Wife, should it please you to grant me such honor."

Serket tipped her head, resting it on one hand as she looked down at the kneeling figure, eyes boring into the girl's naked back. "Hm. You ask for much, mortal... but you ask well. I trust you have brought a suitable sacrifice before me?" The note of cautious approval in the voice of goddess made Nehyt breathe a touch easier, and she half-lifted her head as she gestured behind her. "I do, great Serket. I have brought a family here for your judgment. They have earned wealth and security on the backs of your sacred scorpions for many years, without ever giving thanks to your name or sacrifices before your altar. Indeed, they deny you, and worship a foreign god instead."

Serket's inhuman eyes immediately focused on the three of them, pinning them to the walls with a gaze of intense anger. She took them in carefully, sharp eyes collecting every detail. The two young ones were adolescents, but under her stern gaze, acted more like children - clinging to their mother's skirts. The woman was middle-aged, her body bearing the marks of a harsh life. They were dark-skinned and dark-haired, and all three were dressed in simple garments with subdued colors. Not much to look at, overall, but then one could not expect mortals to wear their guilt on their sleeves.

She lifted her free hand in an imperious gesture, and snapped her finger. Before the echo of that sound had died out, another noise rang through the chamber - a sound like rain on a metal roof, sharp and crisp, coming from all sides. Then, a far louder version rang out, twice, but in such rapid succession that it blended into a single noise, and with the sound of crumbling stone mixed into it. Finally, a whispering hiss could be heard, as across the walls of the tomb, tiny obsidian blocks lost their coherence and crumbled into black sand. The two large slabs set into the side-walls suffered the same fate, and emerging from the darkness within were two gargantuan scorpions, each the size of a pony. Their sharply-angled legs spread out around them, holding their bodies close to the ground as they moved forwards.

As the impossibly-sized arachnids marched out of the dark alcoves, their chitinous legs skittering noisily on the stone floor, hundreds of other scorpions emerged from the smaller holes. These were normal-sized and sickly-green, resembling a larger version of the tiny Deathstalker Scorpions that Ebeid and her family had farmed back at their home. The huge ones, meanwhile, looked like monstrously scaled-up versions of the common Fat-tailed Scorpions that they had also bred - all black chitin and dark-red claws, with the tail that had given them their names dangling thickly above their backs, segmented and terminating in a curved stinger bigger than a human hand.

This recognition, however, did not stop the three of them from instantly panicking, screaming in terror as the horde of smaller scorpions flowed down the walls and across the floor towards them, outpacing their giant, lumbering cousins even as another pair of the oversized critters emerged from the alcoves behind them. They made a token attempt to dash towards the exit, fight-or-flight instincts overwhelming all reason and coming down squarely on the latter option - but the scorpions were too quick, and the three humans first needed to scramble to their feet. The small, bright-green Deathstalkers reached them in seconds, claws grabbing on to calves and feet, followed rapidly by razor-sharp stingers biting into their flesh. A chill spread rapidly up their legs, and the three of them stumbled forwards, falling over as their muscles stopped obeying them. They could only scream in terror as more of the deadly-venomous creatures swarmed over their fallen bodies, stingers biting into their unprotected flesh, but even as the slower-moving giant scorpions caught up, the screams died out. The chill of the venom had reached their lungs.

All three of them knew the power of the Deathstalker's venom. Its name was, after all, not an ironic moniker - it was quite, quite deadly, and anyone who worked with the little beasts knew to respect that. Even Ebeid's daughter, who had avoided working with them directly, knew what to expect. Their muscles would seize up as the potent paralytic took effect - the extremities might be first, but soon, heart and lungs would also lose their strength, and their throats would snap shut as they choked to death. That, however, did not happen. Blinking feverishly, unable to move from where they lay on the floor, they still managed to breathe - shallowly, and without enough air to scream, but still breathing. And when the gargantuan scorpions reached them, it was not to deliver the deathblow with their oversized stingers - instead, their serrated claws grabbed the small family and dragged them back to the wall where they had sat before the scorpions emerged, propping them up against it as they stared in terror at the impossible beast who was posing them like a selection of dolls.

Despite everything that had gone before - the glowing hieroglyphs, the beams of light, even the woman emerging from the statue - it was seeing the giant beast up close that finally forced Ebeid to concede that their current situation was beyond the natural. She was no scholar, but she'd spent decades of her life working with scorpions - she knew how they worked. She also knew how big they could get - or, rather, COULDN'T get. The exoskeleton worn by insects, arachnids and the like was a potent defense, but there was a reason why mammals didn't have one - its sheer weight was an inherent weakness. Creatures operating with an exoskeleton simply couldn't get very large without being crushed under the weight of their own body. The scorpion before her, however, did not seem to care - it was FAR beyond that limit, entirely ignoring some of the most basic laws of physics. It was... unnatural. A monster. A demon. With what little breath she had, she began to pray under her breath, hoping that Allah might intercede in this moment of dire need.

A chilling laughter rang through her skull, seeming to emerge somewhere inside her ears, resounding in a rather disturbing way. "You call on your foreign god, even here, within my tomb? Such gall. But you waste your time. He cannot hear you - not here. You have been given to me for judgment, and I see that your guilt is well-established." Ebeid's breathing quickened as the voice reverberated through her head, and she shifted her eyes - about the only thing she could still freely move - towards the giant woman on the throne. The disturbingly red eyes were staring right at her, from amidst lakes of dark eye-shadow.

Throat dry, she tried to marshal her words, but they came out as an entirely inaudible whisper. "Please... do what you will to me, but spare my children..." The voice in her head, however, seemed to hear her just fine - but her request went over even worse than it had before. Another laughter rang through her mind, even colder than before. "Spare them? What a foolish notion, mortal. They, too, have lived off the fruits of my children's labor. And they, like yourself, have never offered prayer or sacrifice in repayment." The voice became smoother, carrying a mocking note at it continued. "But, ahh, fear not - I have no intention of executing them. While I would not call them children, they ARE young, and their sins lay partially on your shoulders. YOU should have taught them of the True Gods, and shown them how to make suitable sacrifices. So rather than punish them, I will merely... educate them."

The giant scorpions moved again, dragging the two paralyzed youths away from their mother as muffled whimpers escaped from between their clamped-shut jaws. The whimpers rose in pitch as the scorpion's razor-sharp pincers began to rip apart their clothes, tearing the simple fabric away and revealing the simple, conservative underthings they wore beneath. Then, as more of the tiny, bright-green scorpions swarmed over them, they heard a voice resounding in their heads. "You will repay me for the livelihood you took from my children... by serving me and my minions. For now, you will... entertain me." Tiny stingers pierced their flesh in several places - chest and extremities - and a warmth began to flow through them, the cold grip of paralysis dissolving.

Before it could disappear entirely, however, a pair of the Deathstalker-like scorpions crawled down to the mostly-exposed groin of the two adolescents, both of whom were splayed on their backs for the moment. The siblings watched in horrified shock as the stinger-tipped tails rose, and flinched in pain as they landed. The boy could feel the sharp stinger penetrating the soft, sensitive flesh of his penis as it laid beneath the rough cotton of his underpants. The girl, meanwhile, got it worse - the stinger went straight through her cotton panties AND her clitoral hood to inject its payload directly into her ultra-sensitive clit. The pain, however, was brief - within the span of a breath, the stingers were pulled out again, and the scorpions skittered away while the two began to feel life return to their limbs.

Even as they did, however, an intense heat spread through their groins. The brother felt his cock harden, more firmly than it had during any of the wet dreams that had disrupted his sleep since puberty took hold of him. It strained against his underwear, pushing the elastic waistband out, giving him a glimpse of the bright-purple glans as he peered down his body. The sister, meanwhile, felt an itching wetness spread between her legs, her labia suddenly swelling, her clit pushing out from beneath its hood despite its fresh trauma, rubbing against the rough fabric of her panties. Her nipples rose and hardened on her chest, making her still underdeveloped breasts seem suddenly more substantial.

Both felt their faces flush, their lungs and hearts surging as their pulse rose. They were free of the venom-induced paralysis - and more excited than they'd ever been in their young lives. Instinctively, they both looked sideways, seeking their sibling, and their eyes met. Glazed, almost feverish eyes with hugely-expanded pupils that threatened to entirely devour the irises. Faces flushed with almost luminescent blush. Then, inevitably, the eyes panned lower, and both of them simultaneously realized the gender of their sibling on a new level. She saw his cock straining against his pants, and felt the itching longing in her loins redouble. He saw the slight curve of her youthful breasts, and wetted his lips.

The world around them seemed to fall away, turning insignificant and distant. Their still-paralyzed mother, leaning against the wall nearby, starring in horror. The monstrous scorpions that surrounded them. The dusty tomb. The terrifying, red-eyed giantess sitting on the granite throne. None of it existed anymore. Youthful hormones raged, magnified hundredfold by an exotic mix of aphrodisiacs and judgment-impairing drugs. All they could see was a beautiful, youthful, obviously-excited member of the opposite sex lying next to them. Reason fled, and instinct took over. The boy rolled over, his young limbs surging with more strength than he could ever recall having possessed before, and with a low growl, he grabbed her flimsy panties and tore them right off her body. She moaned as the felt the cool air of the tomb against her sopping-wet pussy, and spread her legs eagerly.

He rolled on top of her, tearing off his own underwear as well. It was more solid fabric than hers had been, but under the influence of the surge of power currently running through him, it made no difference. She stared feverishly at his now-released cock as it hung between them, rock-hard and straining against its own skin, veins visible and glans throbbing. She'd seen his dick before, of course, but never hard. She could hardly believe how much bigger it was now. Or how desperately she wanted it inside her. Fortunately, she did not have to wait for long. It took him only a second or two to get his bearings and aim, before plunging down, burying his erection between her eagerly-swollen outer labia.

They moaned in unison as it hit home, fitting perfectly together, and she quickly wrapped herself around him. Her arms gripped his muscular torso, pulling him closer, and her legs crossed behind his buttocks, lest he try to escape. As his body lowered over hers, his flat chest squeezing against the tiny mounds of her breasts, they looked into each other's eyes briefly - then closed them as they sought one anothers lips. A deep, intense, kiss filled with fiery passion made them undulate against each others bodies, even as his hips began to pound her with a heavy, instinct-driven rhythm, each thrust driving a small mewl of pleasure from her no-longer-constricted throat. She hadn't even noticed the slight stab of pain as her hymen was penetrated and her virginity lost.

Serket chuckled as she watched the two adolescents roll naked on the floor, locked in a passionate embrace. Then she lowered her gaze to Nehyt, who was still kneeling before her, and grinned. "A fine sacrifice... I will enjoy watching them work off their sins. However, that alone does not make you worthy of the title you requested." Nehyt quickly nodded, feeling her confidence rise despite the words. There was an unmistakable tone of approval in the words of the goddess. "Of course, My Goddess. I am eager to prove my worth in any way I can." Serket laughed naughtily at this. "Oh, I know you are... and I know just what kind of worth you are eager to demonstrate. I can smell your arousal..." The naked priestess flinched slightly at this. There was, indeed, a steady stream of pussy-juices running down her thighs as she kneeled - one would hardly need a superhuman sense of smell to detect it.

But then Serket nodded and pulled her black dress open to reveal her naked body beneath, grinning eagerly. "Very well then... show me your passion, mortal. Impress me." Nehyt's head rose immediately, eyes practically flashing with desire. This was, indeed, just what she'd been waiting for. In a flash, she was on her feet and climbing up to the seat of the huge granite throne. The body of a goddess was laid bare before her - unblemished skin wrapped around slender, perfectly-proportioned limbs, attached to curves that were just generous enough to be clearly feminine, and just subtle enough to seem youthful and undeveloped.

Most of her peers back at the Order would've gone straight for the pussy in this situation. Indeed, so far that was exactly what the High Priestesses who had won their spurs with goddesses had done. But Nehyt knew something those women probably didn't, being as top-heavy as they were... the smaller breasts were, the more sensitive they tended to be. Her own titties were definitely on the 'perky' side, so she knew it from experience - and where Hathor and Sekhmet had, by all accounts, been quite stacked, Serket resembled herself in that way. And so, rather than bending down to let her tongue explore the wet slit between the thighs of the goddess, she straddled one of them instead, and pushed herself up close to the huge woman's torso.

Her knee found its mark quickly, pushing against Serket's pussy, rubbing against clit and outer labia alike - providing simple but forceful stimulation. Meanwhile, Nehyt's lips closed around one of the conveniently face-level nipples, and applied suction. The tiny nub of flesh instantly hardened, and with carefully-measured force, she applied her teeth to it. Her pearly-whites rubbed across the taut skin, twisting the nipple one way, then the other, and she worked her jaw back and forth. Her tongue danced on the very tip, pushing and wetting. Meanwhile, her fingers were kneading and massaging the subtle tissue around it, stimulating the flow of blood to the areola, making it even more sensitive.

Her other hand, of course, was busy providing a somewhat more limited degree of stimulation to the unoccupied nipple and breast - and the combined efforts were hard to ignore. Serket moaned, her body responding instinctively to the sensation, her back arching forwards and her hand rising to cup the back of Nehyt's head. Grinning inwardly at these signs of success - her mouth was far too busy for more than that, after all - she stepped up her game further. Her fingers spread to cup the fullness of the perky tit, while her mouth opened wider and her cheeks hollowed, sucking in as much of the breast as she could. Her tongue whipped around in a frenzy, licking and prodding everything it could reach. The rest of her body did not get to rest, either - she was moving in a sinuous motion, pushing herself against the goddess' belly, while sending the right sort of vibrations down to the knee she still had pressed against the increasingly-wet snatch below.

She could feel Serket's arousal rise, from the way she moved and the way she breathed. The techniques she'd studied and developed over the past several years, as she labored to become one of the High Priestesses of the Order, were finally paying off. And she still had many cards left to play - there was a rhythm to this, a steady ascension towards ecstasy. The nipple in her mouth was hard as a pebble by now, practically shivering with the intensity of its own sensitivity - it was time to take it to the next level. Pulling her head back, she briefly glanced at the shiny gleam of the spit-covered nipple - then she began to blow on it, her breath whistling as her breath instantly chilled the saliva, sending shivers up Serket's spine.

Using this sudden and intense sensation as a cover, Nehyt moved, shifting her legs to position herself on top of the goddess' lap, her thighs spread wide for balance. This left the tender spot between the legs of the giantess unattended for a moment, but Nehyt wasted no time in changing that, pushing a hand down the gap between their bodies, fingers already twitching with eagerness to dig into the soft flesh. Even as they did so - parting the folds of the juice-stained outer labia with ease - Nehyt's head darted sideways, her mouth seeking and enveloping the other breast - the one she'd merely teased and taunted with her free hand up 'till then. Serket moaned as it received the same treatment as its twin, the first nipple still vibrating with the feeling of the cool air against its wetness. The fingers digging into her pussy were skilled as well, darting around her insides to touch and caress all of the right spots, while the knuckle of the thumb rubbed against her clit. An orgasm was fast approaching...

For the two siblings rolling on the floor nearby, the 'approaching' state had come and gone several times. The brother, being a teenager and all, was nothing if not fast on the trigger. He'd pumped the first load of his cum into his sister's hot pussy within a couple of minutes. Of course, he was also possessed of the bottomless virility and tirelessness of youth - further buoyed by the exotic chemicals coursing through his veins at the moment - and had kept right on going past that first orgasm. While Nehyt had worked away at her goddess with enormous skill and sophistication, he had continued to pound his sister with straightforward, uncomplicated intensity, sending several more cum-loads after the first.

She was still well ahead of him in terms of orgasms, though. The climaxes seemed to come one after the other, exploding across her chemically-impaired mind like high-yield fireworks - or possibly anti-aircraft fire. Every time she felt the hot slime of her brother's youthful cum blast into her uterus, the intensity rose, whipping her into a frenzy. Her mouth was darting around like a striking viper, sucking on his lips or tongue, licking his face, kissing him everywhere she could reach. He was too focused on the constant thrusting of his loins to join in those games, but his eyes were devouring her, staring with feverish intensity as her face grimaced in the grip of repeated orgasms.

When he finally started to slow down, it wasn't due to exhaustion or even because his balls were running on empty - indeed, at the moment, they seemed bottomless, replenishing as quickly as he could ejaculate. The constant thrusting and multiple climaxes, however, had left his still rock-hard member increasingly sensitive, and flashes of discomfort were beginning to show through the carpet of pleasure that covered his mind. If he just took the pace down a notch or two, that should help. She, however, would have none of that. As his movements began to lose their crisp intensity, her body shook in response, and in a flash, she moved. Holding his body close, she pushed off with one leg and rolled them over, putting herself on top for the first time.

Her brother looked up at her with an expression of surprise and vague dizziness, but she just grinned lustily down at him as she began to pump her hips, setting a pace that was as intense - if not more so - as when he'd been on top. And now that she was in charge, her hungry mouth had a far wider field on which to roam. She could stretch out to bite and suck on his earlobes, or bend her back to reach his rock-hard nipples, stimulating them with her tongue. The unfamiliar sensations chased away the vestiges of discomfort radiating from his loins, and with a grin, he reached up with his now-freed hands to cup and pinch her undeveloped breasts. Another load of hot cum was soon pushing up through his cock and spurting into her already overfilled womb.

Serket looked at the siblings with a lopsided smile as she basked in the afterglow of her first orgasm in a few millenia. The mortal priestess had taken the hint swiftly when she pushed her head downwards, and now the young woman was laboring eagerly between her thighs, tongue and lips proving just as skillful as her fingers had earlier. It wasn't going to bring her to another orgasm anytime soon, but it was doing a wonderful job of prolonging and sharpening the aftershocks. As was the depraved display before her... but it needed some extra punch, didn't it? Well, they were running on sheer instinct, after all - one couldn't expect anything complicated out of that. But all they needed was a little... nudge.

She concentrated briefly, her eyes narrowing as she cast out her thoughts. The venom that now mixed with the adolescents' blood gave her a direct conduit into their minds, and now she filled them with wordless suggestions. Raw images, sensations and ideas. The fruit of her thousands of years of merry perversion. The two of them gasped as the flow of unearthly pleasure washed over them, and while much of it was beyond their grasp, the simpler, more straightforward images stuck. Twitching, the sister leaned back, sitting up on top of her brother's hard cock - which was, if possible, even harder now. Reaching down to grasp its base, she lifted her groin to let its full, cum-stained length escape from between the hungry folds of her labia - then shifted her body forwards and dropped down again.

Her virgin asshole resisted only briefly. The throbbing shaft was well-lubricated, and her entire body-weight was bearing down on it, displaying no hesitation or reluctance. The sting of pain as her sphincter was forced open only whetted her appetite, and in a single, smooth movement, she sank down until she could feel her brother's smooth ballsack resting against her bubble-butt. His cock felt very big and very hard inside her, pushing against the unprepared walls of her rectum, reminding her of the sensation she'd felt when he'd first beaten down the gates of her pussy and taken her virginity. The tightness she'd felt then was, at least temporarily, gone - her previously-tiny pussy now hung slightly open, bright-red from friction and leaking a slimy mix of cum and pussy-juice. But her ass... her ass was still tight, could still feel him with such intensity.

His hands closed around her hips, which had already began to move on their own. They guided her, speeding her movements and increasing the force of her downthrusts. making her moan as his throbbing erection was rammed home. Her fingers instinctively strayed downwards, dipping into the cum-stained orifice of her pussy, and emerging covered in her brother's fertile jizz. She lifted her fingers to her lips and sucked on them noisily, tongue eagerly cleaning off the thick goo as she swooned at the taste. Again and again, her fingers dug into her juicy honeypot and emerged covered in rich, bittersweet cream...

Her brother watched her with hungry eyes, his arousal reaching even greater heights. Once again, his cock throbbed in orgasm, shooting a fresh load of churning cum into the depths of his sister's tender asshole. She groaned at the sensation, and dug her fingers even more insistently into her well-used pussy... but it wasn't enough. She loved the feeling of the hot, hard rod lodged in her ass, but she needed something in her pussy too. Something more substantial than her fingers. A skittering sound behind her roused an image from her mind, a memory not her own. Hard, thick, hot, grinding against her insides insistently, stimulating every inch of her pussy. That was what she wanted... and she suddenly knew how to get it.

Pushing her brother's hands away, she put her feet down and, with a slight grimace, spun around on top of his cock. She rotational friction set her ass on fire, but she relished the sensation and grinned as she saw what was waiting patiently in front of her. One of the huge scorpions, standing quietly, its phallic tail dangling heavily over its carapace. With a sigh, she eased herself backwards, feeling her brother's arms rise to embrace her, his hands immediately grabbing her youthful breasts, squeezing and pinching. Her legs spread easily, the motion impossibly smooth and practiced for someone who had been a virgin just an hour ago. Fully-exposed between them, just above the point where her brother's pistoning hips still drove his cock repeatedly into her ass, was her slightly-open, cum-stained pussy.

The scorpion did not hesitate to accept the invitation. His zig-zagging legs widened as he lifted his body further off the ground, and as he did, something became visible beneath it. A portion of his lower carapace had opened, tilting downwards, revealing a bulging phallus dripping with slimy lubrication. It was pink and shot through with thick, pulsing veins, its length divided into several distinct bulges, somewhat resembling its tail in that sense. The tip was conical and pointy, perfect for spreading open a partner unfamiliar with his girth. The bottom of the shaft, meanwhile, was covered by steel-hard chitinous plates, each of them lined by short, rough bristles.

The sheer size of the tool made the breath catch in her throat as it skittered towards her, walking over her and her brother with practiced ease, its hard-shelled body blotting out the light of the glowing obelisks. There was really no comparing it to her brother who, while quite well-hung for his age, was after all still just a teenager. Indeed, it would compare favorably to the most well-equipped porn-studs on the market, and was just a few notches below something you'd expect to see hanging under the belly of a pony-stallion. Neither man nor stallion, however, would have such stimulating contours, such textured surfaces. The desire to feel it inside her, stretching her open, filling her to capacity, was overwhelming. Once again, her hands traced a path down her body, this time to grab at her outer labia and pull them apart - throwing the gates of her pussy wide-open so as to welcome the new visitor.

The pointy cockhead thundered inside her, pushing her fingers aside. The girth was far beyond anything she'd taken into her young pussy before (a rather short list to begin with), but in her present state of hyper-arousal, her body was only too happy to take up the challenge. Of course, with her brother's arms holding her firmly from behind, and the scorpion thrusting forwards with incredible strength, there really wasn't much choice in the matter. With its heavy carapace, the scorpion likely weighed well more than a ton, and a significant portion of that mass seemed poised behind the intruding member at this time. Lubricated by both his own slimy precum and her copiously-flowing pussy-juices, he forged ahead, forcing her labia to stretch and distend to accommodate him.

She shrieked in pleasure as the head popped inside, her mind too soaked with sexual endorphins and other, more exotic things to notice the stabbing pain in her overstretched pussy. It pulsed inside her, gloriously alive, the veins seeming to actually shift and expand within her. Meanwhile, the lower part of her pussy was getting a vigorous massage from the bristle-covered plates of chitin that made up the bottom of the shaft - a sensation much like what she might have experienced if she'd stuck a toilet-brush into her tender hole. Of course, the scorpion wasn't going to be satisfied with just the tip - already, it was moving its body further forwards, covering the siblings completely under its bulk while pushing deeper inside of her at the same time.

Four 'bulges' made up the full length of the scorpion's cock, each separated by a slight narrowing of the shaft. Her pussy was halfway through devouring the third, the outer labia stretched to the limit around the thickest part of his cock, when she ran out of space. The pointy cockhead poked at her cervix, stimulating a part of her physiology she'd never been aware of until just then. None could fault her for lack of effort, but in the end, her body was not yet fully grown - and thus incapable of taking the full length of the scorpion's huge tool. She could not suppress a disappointed groan as that realization hit her, but the scorpion didn't seem particularly bothered - he simply identified the end-point of her pussy, and settled into a rhythmic pounding that fit.

Two-and-a-half bulbs of hard, pink, veiny meat drilled into her, escorted by the overstimulating sensation of steel-hard, bristle-covered chitin rubbing across the lower quadrant of her pussy. Beneath her, her brother felt her asshole twitch and contract in response, eagerly redoubling his own short but potent thrusts. The hole that had been slowly loosening and relaxing under his tireless assault was tighter than ever, now, with the armored shaft of the scorpion filling her pussy. He could feel it through the thin wall that separated the two orifices - the bristles rubbing across her insides sent little waves through the tissue, increasing his own pleasure. He'd already sent several cumloads into the dark depths of her ass, and his balls still churned with a fresh supply.

As the young girl convulsed in pleasure, sandwiched between the giant scorpion and her horny brother, the goddess who had engineered the depraved situation watched with an eager smile. Her own desires were rising in response, and the roaming tongue of the mortal priestess wasn't satisfying her anymore. She needed to step up the intensity. With a grunt, she shoved the priestess back, sending her stumbling off the high seat of the throne with surprise and consternation written across her juice-smeared face. Before the girl could start apologizing for some imagined slight, however, Serket grinned at her. "You're doing well so far, mortal, and you have clearly studied the ways of pleasing a woman with dedication. However, I want to see how well you do on unfamiliar ground... and to that end, I will lend you one of my toys."

As Serket reached out her hand for the priestess - who had used the goddess' speech as a chance to compose herself and straighten her spine - the scorpion-crown sitting on top of her head began to move. Unfolding itself into a fully-realized scorpion the size of a small dog or a large cat, it skittered down her shoulder, and along her arm to the waiting recipient. Nehyt steeled herself as it approached, willing herself not to flinch as the chitinous legs reached her. She'd always loved spiders, scorpions, and all those sorts of creepy-crawlies, but a seeing critter of that size was rousing her instincts, and they were screaming at her to run away.

But instead, she stood stock-still as the creature leaped from the goddess' finger to land heavily on her chest. The legs dug painfully into her naked flesh as it climbed down her belly, before finally wrapping itself around her hips. She watched in rapt fascination as its chitinous body deformed, the legs stretching out to encircle her waist completely, while the claws lengthened and curved between her thighs to grip the spider-like legs behind her buttocks. At the same time, the scorpion's body was becoming longer and flatter, following the curve of her body as it covered her dripping-wet pussy and lower pelvic region. Following the curve laid out by the claws, it reached far enough to lodge itself between her ass-cheeks, forming perhaps the most terrifying pair of panties the world had ever seen.

The tail of the morphing beast, meanwhile, was undergoing its own transformation. Sliding lower, it positioned itself at the center of the layer of living chitin that now covered her groin, stretching out from the smooth surface right around the location of her clit. The tail's curve, meanwhile, was straightening, and the whole thing was getting noticeably thicker and meatier. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on - the scorpion had turned itself into a living strap-on, and the tail had soon grown into a hard-shelled phallus that would make any man turn green with envy.

Even as it grew outwards, however, she could also feel it growing inwards. Both her pussy and asshole were covered by the magical creature, and now something hard, veiny and pulsing was pushing into both holes. The sensation distracted her from the continued expansion of the tail-dildo right up to the point where her shifting center of gravity nearly made her topple forwards. When it finally stopped growing, it had reached proportions that a horse wouldn't have been embarrassed with, pointing outwards from her groin like a third arm. She had to grasp it with both hands just to keep her balance.

While all this had happened, Serket had slipped down from the throne herself, and turned around to drape herself over the edge of its seat, her knees coming just short of reaching the ground. "Well, now, mortal priestess..." she purred "Let me see you put your new gift to proper use." Nehyt gulped as the challenging tone made her blood surge with equal parts desire and nervous adrenaline. She'd used strap-ons before, sure... both before and after joining the Order... but certainly never something so huge, so heavy, or so hard. She could barely move with it, but she was expected to use it well enough to pleasure a goddess? An intimidating challenge... but one she could hardly wait to take on.

Moving forwards at a careful pace, trying to keep her body steady, she aimed the living dildo at the circle of pink that was Serket's slightly-open, well-lubricated pussy. The tool between her hands would have been quite intimidating even without the immense size - divided into five segments, covered entirely in steel-hard chitin, and crowned by a straightened, but still razor-sharp stinger. Applied to a human, it would've been a tool of torture, rather than pleasure... but Serket had created it, and Nehyt had to assume that the goddess knew what she was doing - and knew what she liked.

Despite the awkwardness of the massive tool, Nehyt hit her mark in the first try as she inched forwards, the pointy tip parting the delicate folds of the engorged outer labia with ease. The sensitive orifice stretched and expanded without any apparent difficulty as the rest of the head entered, hard chitin displacing soft flesh. The difference in size between her and the inhumanly-large goddess were an advantage at this point - the height of the throne's seat left Serket's groin on just about the same height as hers... when she was standing up straight. A good thing too, since she had to be careful to keep the immense tool straight as she pushed it inside - it wouldn't do to let the pointy tip catch on anything, after all.

More segments of the tail-dildo were pushed inside, and Serket hissed in pleasure as the harsh ridges caressed her pussy inside and out. Nehyt had moved far enough forwards by now that her hands could reach the goddess' slender hips, and with a firm grim on them, her thrust became more confident. With a grunt, she jabbed her own hips forwards, pushing yet another segment inside - only to have the grunt turn into a surprised squeal as something moved inside of her. The fleshy protrusions that had made their way into her pussy and asshole - be they extra dicks, tentacles, or something in-between - had started to grow and throb again. Apparently, they weren't just there to anchor the living strap-on arrangement more firmly to her body.

Experimentally, she pushed forwards again, forcing the second-last of the segments past the flexible labia of the lustful goddess. The response was immediate - the living flesh within her dug deeper as well, reaching inside her, and the delightful throbbing redoubled. Licking her lips as she felt the heat rise to her face, coloring her cheeks red with growing desire, she pulled her hips back again and let the segment slide back out into the air, now covered with shiny juices. Inside her, the dual dicks - or whatever they were - pulled back as well, but the throbbing continued unabated. Serket, meanwhile, hissed in pleasure again, shuddering as the edges of the segmented tail-dildo pulled at her insides. Nehyt picked up on the pattern immediately. The throbbing was consistent with the pleasure she was inflicting on the goddess, while the depth was... well, the same as the depth she was thrusting to. Getting instant feedback on her own performance seemed like it would be both convenient and quite enjoyable, and with a growing, lustful grin, she took a final step forwards and thrust the shaft into Serket's hungry pussy right to the base.

The two women - one mortal, one not - groaned in unison. Nehyt felt the two pleasurable protrusions inside her rise to their limit, pushing against the sharp corner at the depths of her rectum and the tight sphincter of her cervix at the same time. Serket, meanwhile, felt the sharp point of the tail-dildo stab into HER cervix, and shuddered at the familiar surge of pain-mixed pleasure. Gripping the slim (yet inhumanly large) hips of the goddess more tightly, Nehyt began to thrust in earnest, driving the cumbersome beast attached to her groin back and forth with as much force as she could manage.

Fortunately, while her training within the order hadn't specifically included 'strap-on wielding 101', it HAD included a fair amount of basic physical exercise, designed to improve her strength and endurance - a necessity if one was aiming to keep up with an amorous god or goddess. Her slim legs were layered with wiry, well-trained muscles, and her buttocks could probably have been used to crack walnuts. Now, she was pouring that strength into Serket's receptive pussy, and feeling the results within her own body as the throbbing of the dual cocks rose to an almost painful level. As she felt a powerful orgasm rising within her - and, most likely, within Serket as well - she found her mind reaching backwards, as if the pleasure was dredging up long-forgotten memories.

Her parents had been latecomers to the 'Hippie' movement of the 70's, gleefully jumping on the bandwagon just as everyone else was getting off it. Even when they finally settled down and had her, their passion for freedom had not dulled - they were liberal in the extreme, and set no boundaries for their young daughter, preferring to let her 'express herself freely'. While perhaps an admirable attitude in other contexts, it did not work well as a child-rearing strategy, fueling her youthful egomania. Worse, their dedicated anti-censorship stance meant that she found herself with unrestricted internet access pretty much as soon as she learned to read... and with it, an exposure to the darkest reaches of the human mind. And, of course, a far-too-early introduction to the details of human reproduction. Her young mind absorbed everything, and the darkness leaking out of the internet soon turned her cynical well before her time.

In school, the combination of untamed ego, cynicism and worldliness (plus a burgeoning intellect that allowed her to cut class half the time and still get good grades) marked her as one of the 'cool kids', a status that only intensified as her increasing disillusionment with humanity in general led her to adapt the popular 'goth' fashion. The simple fact that she had multiple piercings at such a young age (thanks once again to her parents not wanting to 'restrict her expression') gave her enormous amounts of social capital amongst her fellow adolescents. Seeing how easily they were drawn to her, and how many of them literally 'followed suit' and adopted goth-style clothing and makeup did little to improve her opinion of her fellow men.

Within months of starting in High School, she'd established herself as the undisputed 'queen bee' of the freshmen, drawing a posse of hanger-ons and flunkies to her side. Growing rapidly adept at social manipulation, she casually destroyed whoever crossed her or otherwise attracted her ire with a few well-placed rumors and idle gossip. The feeling of power that came from her status - the way people looked at her in awe or outright fear - was intoxicating to her... but she was well aware that it was just a silly game. Her minions and enemies alike were little more than children, playing games of social advantage. She was merely a big fish in a small pond, and the authority she wielded came with a hard time-limit.

She was, however, determined to enjoy the advantages of power while it lasted - foremost among them the prize that had always gone to the dominant, the alpha: Mating-rights. High school was overflowing with hormones, and she felt quite ready to put the ample theoretical basis she'd earned in her youth into practice. She carefully picked out the biggest 'alpha male' in the school - a burly star athlete, pinnacle of adolescent manhood - the way someone would pick out a choice cut of meat. He was not part of her clique, of course, hanging with the jocks and cheerleaders as a matter of course - but as any healthy male of that age, he had little resistance to her determined seduction.

Her first time was not exactly mind-blowing - he managed to bring her off, thanks to a combination of athletic stamina and youthful virility, rather than any abundance of real skill. The orgasm wasn't noticeably better than what she'd accomplished using her own fingers up to that point. He, of course, hardly noticed, nor did he ever suspect that he'd been the one to break her cherry. She discarded him almost immediately after their one night together, planting a few rumors about his lacking performance out of spite, and continued to search. Everything she'd read (and watched) about sex told her there was more to it than just that.

Deciding to go for pliability over popularity, she started coaching some of her male followers - most of whom were virgins, while the rest had past sexual encounters numbering in the single digit - into proper lovers. Giving them clear pointers, critiquing their performance and constantly challenging them to do better, she soon grew a handful of young men - all of whom were merely overjoyed that they got to have sex with her on a regular basis - into a proper harem, each dedicated to pleasing her. Along the way, she experimented with some basic variants, trying oral and anal sex and determining both to require a more competent lover than what she currently had available. As she reached her senior year - holding near-total dominance over the school's social currents despite her growing reputation for outright sluttiness - she branched out further, deciding that there was little reason to wait 'till college to 'experiment'.

She did, after all, have several FEMALE followers, too... and with some careful prodding, she singled out a couple that would prove receptive to her charms. She found it invigorating - unlike with the guys, seducing a girl actually took some real effort and posed an actual challenge. A challenge she was more than a match for, however... and soon, she found herself sharing a bed with an inexperienced and obviously intimidated girl, putting a different set of theoretical knowledge into practice. Her first impressions were that girls were better kissers than boys - their soft, subtle lips seemingly just begging to be sucked and licked - and that pussy tasted better than cock. Her second impression was that, once seduced and given a taste of the pleasures of lesbianism, her female partners were even more pliable and easy to manipulate than the males had been.

She wasted no time in indulging herself in this, extending a more and more complete level of mental domination over the two young girls she'd seduced, pushing them into obedience, subtly threatening them with alienation and isolation whenever they showed signs of resistance. Soon, there was little need for her to 'pay back' her lovers in equal measures - her girlfriends were happy to lap away at her pussy while working their own slit with a borrowed vibrator. Of the two, one of them had prior experience with a boy (and hadn't enjoyed it much), while the other had none. She introduced them both to a strap-on she'd acquired, and felt a noticeable surge of pleasure and triumph as she deflowered her first virgin. The dick she used for it may have been fake, but the thrill of claiming the prize was real enough.

Of course, neither one of them had any experience with anal, or indeed any of the more complicated kinks she was already familiar with - after all, their only sexual knowledge came from naughty gossip and what little pornography they could sneak past their far-more-strict parents. She soon rectified that, teaching them both to enjoy the feeling of the smooth silicone skin of her strap-on sliding into their assholes. Their will to resist even her most outrageous requests rapidly dwindled as she taught them new pleasures, and as before, she took outrageous advantage of it. Ordering them never to wear panties (and knowing that fashion-consciousness would never allow them to exchange their black skirts for pants) was just the first step...

The next was a vibrating egg with a remote control, bought with the abundant allowance her parents gave her to salute her consistently good grades, ignoring the oddities of her personal life. Switching it between the two girls on a regular basis, one of them was always wearing it to school, lodged inside her pussy or asshole... and she had the remote. In class, during recess or - her personal favorite - during gym, she would activate it at unpredictable times, dialing the intensity of the vibrations up or down at a whim. The girls would then struggle not to show the effects, carrying on whatever they were doing while concealing their growing arousal. If she was feeling particularly facetious, she'd push them all the way, forcing them to stifle their groans as they orgasmed in public.

When such things failed to elicit any protests from her playthings, she decided that it was time to indulge herself in trying out some of the more far-out sexual variants she'd learned about on the internet. Things she hadn't wanted to subject her (still active and still learning) male harem to, for fear that the humiliation inherent in them would rouse their youthful machismo to rebellion. The two girls, meanwhile, had seemingly gotten accustomed to unquestioning obedience... and said obedience was soon tested. First, teaching them to lick her asshole as competently as they'd licked her pussy. The sensation was delightful, of course - a wet, muscular tongue teasing and massaging her sphincter, providing a far better feeling that the poorly-trained cocks of her male partners. But what really got her off was the sensation of power that came from watching someone debase herself for her sake like that.

Once that particular barrier had been broken, and the girls taught to handle the taste of sweaty asshole, their frequent strap-on sessions obtained a new twist too - as both were now tasked with licking the long, hard toy clean after each session. It was after one such session that she took the second step, offering to 'wash out' her partner's mouth and ordering her to drink deeply. She then pushed her wet pussy into the other girl's face, and began to empty her bladder, directing the stream of hot piss into the awaiting mouth. The girl coughed and spat once, mostly in surprise - then obeyed, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of the foul-smelling fluid with a hopeless look in her eyes.

The other girl proved just as easy to train, and once the pattern had been established, she started dragging one or the other into the girl's room at least once every school-day, to relieve her bladder down her pet's throat. Even moreso than with the ass-licking, the pleasure came entirely from observing the humiliation, basking in the sense of power that came from knowing that she'd successfully reduced a fellow human being to a mere toilet. She couldn't get enough of it, and started to neglect her male harem (whom she had mostly given up on extracting anything more than moderate competence from) in favor of spending more time with the two girls, pushing them to ever-more depraved depths.

It was only when her senior year began to draw to a close, with graduation lurking dead ahead, that she introduced the two of them to one another. Until then, both had thought they were her only lesbian tryst... but both had also fallen far too deeply into her power to do more than half-heartedly protest the rampant betrayal that her two-timing embodied. When she ordered them to explore one another's bodies, they obeyed out of sheer ingrained habit, and within half an hour, the two had transitioned from unknowing rivals to insatiable lovers. And of course, both still bent to her will like the pliable pets they were.

The last couple of weeks before graduation, thus, were a whirlwind of sexuality. Having already mastered most of the subjects, she had little reason to waste time studying, and instead spent most of her time giving her various male escorts one last 'farewell fuck', checking to see how far they'd come since she first seduced them in freshman year. That, however, was a mere diversion from her two favorite toys - the two girls that she could now enjoy together rather than one at a time. So many new possibilities had opened with that, and she was determined to try them all out before graduation carried her away from them.

Sitting on the face of one girl, tongue buried in her asshole, while the other girl bounced up and down on her strapped-on cock. Having one girl tongue her pussy while the other licked her ass. Ass-fucking one girl with her strap-on while the other rested her head on her fellow love-slave's shuddering buttocks, ready to suck the shaft clean the moment it exited the first girl's sphincter... only for the freshly-lubricated dildo to plunge back into the pungent heat of the girl's well-trained asshole immediately afterwards, repeating the pattern again and again. And of course, her personal favorite - pissing into the mouth of one girl, then ordering her to keep it in her mouth without swallowing, so that she could share the warm, yellow liquid with the other girl in a sloppy, urine-soaked makeout-session.

All these depravities and more, she carried out repeatedly, fully relishing the feeling of having two subtle, youthful bodies bending to her every whim, subjecting themselves to every humiliation for her amusement. After all, it would soon end... and getting to that point again would not be so easy. That the two girls wound up failing several exams because they were writhing below her body rather than studying did not concern her at all. Once the exams were over and High School had come to an end, she would likely never see them again, so what did it matter?

And sure enough, after one last hurrah - a celebration the night after graduation that left both girls with several sore orifices and tongues tingling with the taste of ass-sweat and piss - she bid them farewell and continued along her own path. She had, after all, qualified for one of the most exclusive colleges in the country, a place where none of her old minions would follow her. Scattered, half-noticed Facebook-updates would later inform her that the two girls had eventually come out of the closet as a couple, and were still together years later, but it was no concern of hers.

Her concern was rebuilding her empire in college - a severe challenge, since the older, more confident students did not fall prey to her dominant personality as easily as their high-school equivalents had. Fortunately, she wasn't resting on her laurels - she'd chosen a double-major of Psychology and Sociology, hoping that some real schooling in the subjects would help boost her talent for manipulation and domination to a whole new level. Her rapidly-growing expertise soon allowed her to diagnose herself with some form of Sociopathic Personality Disorder, a fact she shrugged off and filed away under "keep this secret", but the impact on her ability to manipulate others did not live up to her expectations.

Certainly, she was not lacking for willing partners of either gender - plenty of college-girls were eager to 'experiment', and happy to do it with an experienced girl. College-boys, meanwhile, proved to be just as horny and easily seduced as the high-school boys had been. But none of them were susceptible to the same kind of absolute, clique-based social domination she'd gotten accustomed to. Her relationships with them were, by necessity, at least partially give-and-take. To make matters worse, the same 'goth fashion' that had gotten her labeled as 'cool' in high school now instead saw her marked as 'rather childish'. But instead of taking that as a cue to change her style, she decided to double down, taking it as a challenge.

Her parents had been entreating her to get a pet for years. Apparently, taking care of another living being was a very enlightening experience! So when she told them that she'd finally decided to go ahead with it, they were happy to help her, even though she asked for a rather exotic pet. Soon, she had a couple of terrariums in her room, showing off a collection of scorpions and tarantulas that added a certain extra ambiance to the location. Going the extra mile, she cultivated an interest in the occult, adding bone-charms, voodoo-dolls and pagan idols to both her decor and her outfits. As the final clincher, she had permanent porcelain crowns added to her canines, giving her a vampiric look - a good way to show her dedication without resorting to blemishing her perfect skin with tattoos. Sure enough, the general judgment of her character soon shifted from 'childish' to 'kind of scary, but in a hot way'.

The occultism wasn't entirely for show, either. She missed the days when she had minions at her beck and call, and a harem of horny boys eager to serve her whims. She wanted to be able to extend that same dominion over adults. While she didn't exactly BUY the various occult claims of mind-control, love-potions and long-term hypnosis, she decided that it was at least worth looking into - and so she did, sending out feelers through both the internet, and the college's spookier departments... archaeology, Egyptology, theology, symbolism, and many others. Most of what she turned up was, predictably, bunk... but she picked up rumblings of something serious going on in Egypt.

Thus, when an undermanned Egyptology-class trying to gather enough people for a study-trip to Egypt threw open the doors to applications from the entire student-body, she decided to grab the opportunity. Telling her parents that Egypt's state of social conflict would be a useful to her Social Science studies, she tagged along with the tour-group after sending a few messages ahead by electronic mail. She figured that, at worst, she'd get a pleasant vacation in a sunny land, and get to laugh at the antics of some wannabe wizards, so what was there to lose? However, when she made direct contact with the people she'd previously only heard whispers about in various occult and neopagan fora, her tune changed rapidly.

It was quite a news-story when a young, white college-girl disappeared from her tour-group during a study-trip in Egypt. The local police investigated, but found no signs of foul play or other clues. Her class, as well as her parents, were left wondering whether she'd run afoul of some local terrorist-group, white slavers, or some other criminal organization... or had just somehow wandered out into the desert to get lost in the endless, burning sands. She, however, did not care about the life she'd left behind. She'd found what she had searched for - a road to real, genuine power. That was, after all, what truly made slaves of men - not idle social manipulation or mental trickery, but overwhelming, undeniable power. If that power became hers through an extremist neopagan group, willing to resurrect such classic conducts as human sacrifice for the sake of wakening their gods, then so be it.

The training given to her by the order had caused her no more difficulty than anything else she'd studied in her life. Egyptian language, both modern and ancient. Physical training. Sexual techniques far beyond her own self-taught skills, aimed at pleasing men and women alike. She aced them all without trouble. The only thing she found herself failing at was the training designed to stretch the physical limits of her sexual organs - her young body was simply too tight, too petite to easily submit to even the most dedicated training. So while her peers stretched their assholes, cervices and urethra to incredible dimensions, she was left behind... and quickly decided that she'd aim for being the High Priestess of one of the GODDESSES, less likely to demand such feats from her.

And it had worked out well, hadn't it? That was the thought that brought her back to the present, hips still pumping with orgasmic intensity as she continued to fuck the goddess before her towards the next climax. Serket, it seemed, would rather have her own holes stretched and filled, than test Nehyt's ability to stretch hers. The fleshy protrusions currently making her partake in the goddess' pleasure were shaping themselves to her body, growing exactly as big as they needed to be and no more. Pushing those limits would've been a waste of time, in the end. Apparently, she'd just lucked out when it came to picking a goddess, huh?

More importantly, her jaunt down memory lane had reminded her of her past successes in the noble art of strap-on dickings, and Serket HAD specifically challenged her to show off her adaptability. She'd already pushed the goddess to one orgasm with the straightforward approach, and it wouldn't do to let her get bored. She continued to thrust fiercely - moving her hips as far back as she could possibly manage every time, bringing nearly two whole segments into the air before shoving them back inside - as she carefully planned her next move. She needed to make it swift and elegant, despite the obnoxiously awkward size of the living strap-on, and it couldn't hurt to bring up the basic level of arousal some more in preparation, either.

When she felt the throbbing inside her reach the level of 'orgasm approaching in freight-train style', she sprung into action. Sliding her feet across the stone floor, she danced backwards, letting go of Serket's hips to once again grip the now-emerging shaft for control. Inside her, the pleasure-bringing protrusions responded in kind, shrinking and withdrawing from her orifices until their steady throbbing only served to stimulate the first inch or so of each hole. Well, with any luck, they wouldn't be stuck that way for long. As soon as she'd pulled far enough back to bring the painfully pointy cockhead fully out of Serket's pussy, she carefully lifted her aim, acquired her new target, and surged forwards again.

The target was, of course, the tiny, puckered sphincter of the goddess. It had gone untouched until then, but the already-smooth surface of the chitinous shaft was further lubricated by the copiously-flowing juices of the orifice it had just vacated - there was barely any friction as the tapered head pushed open the sensitive tissue, parting the firm buttocks on the way to deeper, darker reaches. As Nehyt had hoped, no shout of protest or anger rose from Serket's throat - instead, a lustful hiss could be heard, and the giantess' hips shifted further downwards to give her a better angle on the tiny hole. If that alone wasn't enough of a hint, the way her asshole easily gobbled up inch after inch of the stallion-sized tool told Nehyt that the goddess was far from inexperienced when it came to anal pleasures. But of course, neither was SHE, and she was eager to show as much to her new mistress.

Serket hissed in pleasure again as she felt the harsh ripples of the segmented shaft play across her sphincter, while the pointy tip drew bloody lines along the tight insides of her rectum. The mortal priestess certainly seemed to know what she was doing - as soon as she'd moved far enough forwards to reach, one of her hands snaked around the chitinous shaft to caress the recently-vacated pussy beneath. The fingers moved with expert skill - not enough to get her off on its own, but certainly enough to heighten the familiar pleasure of the anal intrusion. This one was gutsy... and hungry. Hungry for sex, hungry for power, hungry for influence and authority. Just the way she liked them. With a High Priestess like that, her own influence and power would grow steadily without needing to lift a finger. And that, of course, left her with more time to attend to her own... appetites.

Still, she DID need to put a bit of effort into growing some new adherents. She missed the sweet taste of worship. With that thought in mind, she craned her neck to look back, past the sweating, hard-working priestess, to the ongoing display of depravity near the chamber's entrance. The two siblings were still carousing on the floor, playing with one of her scorpions. Their positions had changed several times since she'd last glanced at them, and the boy seemed to be running out of steam. His sister, meanwhile, had apparently gotten her second wind and showed no signs of slowing. Well, that's how it tended to work. With a split second's concentration, she reached out with her superhuman senses, drawing on her connection with the chemicals that still filled the bloodstreams of both siblings.

He was still breathing hard, even though he was just sitting there with his legs spread, letting her do all the work. Well, he HAD been going at it pretty hard for a while beforehand, so perhaps it was fair. Either way, she did not mind this opportunity to wrap her soft lips around his cock, sucking intensely as she moved her head up and down over it. Her mouth had felt oddly deprived earlier on, when she'd been stuck between him and the scorpion for a while, with nothing to lick, suck or kiss. Well, except for the layered armor-plates of shiny chitin right above her head, and between its perfect smoothness, utter featurelessness and the fact that the scorpion wouldn't even be able to TELL that she was licking it, it had been a rather unsatisfying use to put her tongue to.

This, though... this was candy for her newly realized oral fixation. Her brother's cock had obviously gone past 'highly sensitive' and halfway into 'rubbed raw', and the tiniest movement of her tongue and lips elicited an immediate response from him - a shifting of his hips, a groan on his lips, a tightening of the hand woven into her hair, holding her head in place. Of course, it was also a fact that the place this wonderfully sensitive rod had been rubbed raw was inside her own, freshly-fucked ass. The taste and smell was definitely there, but she was too far gone in the pleasure to really care. Still, just knowing what she was doing - licking her own ass-slime off her brother's cock - made her feel dirty, slutty and depraved, though... and she liked it.

Despite the pleasurable feelings that the talented and enthusiastic - if somewhat unskilled - blowjob was rousing in her, however, her main source of pleasure was elsewhere. Specifically, it was wrapped around her body and buried deep in her ass. The friendly scorpion was still going strong, and once she'd turned her body around, it had jumped on the opportunity to stretch open her ass the same way it had done her pussy. The pain in her tautly-stretched sphincter was impossible to ignore, but rather than detract from the pleasure, it seemed to enhance it. It was like a sparkling frame for an image of twisting, surging ecstasy. Also, she's managed to take a full three bulges of the scorpion's massive cock into her ass - a better performance than her pussy had been capable of, and a fact that made her heart swell with perverse pride.

One of her hands was busy between her legs, rubbing across her stretched-open, cum-stained labia, pinching her still fully-erect clit, and frequently digging as deep into the well-used hole as the angle would allow. The other hand had been delicately gripping the base of her brother's cock, keeping it steady as she bounced her head over it - but when she decided to shift her focus for a bit, it rose to embrace the shaft itself, pumping up and down as she provided him with a slow, leisurely hand-job. This, meanwhile, left her mouth free to explore lower, to where his taut, hairless ballsack dangled free, seemingly trying to escape the heat of his overexerted body. It was small enough that she could take the whole thing into her mouth, and she swiftly did so, gently massaging the orbs within with her tongue as she sucked passionately on it. It was soaked with sweat after all the hard work he'd had fucking her, and the top was caked with traces of cum that had leaked out of her pussy and ass during their lengthy session. Eagerly, she lapped it all up, swallowing it as she relished the masculine taste...

Serket's attention shifted from the unbound, chemically-enhanced desire of the girl, to the bottomless horror of the mother. Ebeid was still paralyzed, and the carefully-composed toxin the scorpions had injected her with even ensured that while she remained capable of blinking, she couldn't actually close her eyes. Even if she tried to look everywhere but at the depravity of her children, she simply could not avoid catching sight of it in her peripheral vision if nothing else... and even if she could, there was no defense against the sound. The moans and groans, the sucking and licking... and of course, the slimy, grinding noise of the scorpion's huge cock pounding her daughter's eager asshole with abandon.

Slithering into Ebeid's thoughts, Serket mentally shook her head at what she saw. Still, the woman was praying... to the wrong god. Mortals could be so stubborn. With a slight effort of will, she derailed the devout woman's train of thought, interjecting her own, mental voice. "Your dear, beloved god seems to be a bit slow in answering, no? You would think, with someone so... faithful as you, in such an unpleasant situation, he would rush to send help. Perhaps he cannot hear you, hmm? But then, he would not be omniscient. Perhaps he cannot help you? But then, he would not be omnipotent. Perhaps... he does not care? But then, he would be a cruel god... and hardly worthy of such devotion."

She could feel the woman's will quivering before her voice, struggling to summon up the strength for another prayer. Once again, she interrupted. "I find your faithfulness, however misguided, strangely admirable. I would value an adherent such as you... unlike he whom you presently pray to. I would protect you. I would guide you. But my patience grows short..." Pushing her will into the woman's exhausted thoughts with a bit more intensity, she forced the helpless mother to look directly at what her children were doing. "They will serve me, one way or the other. As they already do. But the exact nature of their service... I think that should be up to you. You are their mother, after all."

Ebeid shuddered - or tried to, imprisoned as she was in her own paralyzed body. The sibilant, hissing voice was almost physically painful as it dug into her mind. "I will tell you what will happen. If you continue to deny me, refusing to acknowledge the debt you owe me for sustaining your family on the backs of my children, then I will execute you for your heresy. One sting... and you will die slowly and in agony. I will take your children with me into my world, and they will serve as playthings and pets to my servants for the rest of their lives. But... if you give up your empty faith and bow to me instead, if you worship me and beg my forgiveness, then I will be lenient. I will let you live. I will let you take your children, and return to your home. The labor of my children will continue to sustain you, as long as you give all due praise and appropriate sacrifices to me in return."

A new abyss of hopeless despair yawned before Ebeid as she finally realized exactly what situation she was in. She had read about things like this when she studied in the Mosque as a girl. She had heard of it in the stories of the Imam. The devil's temptation. To turn your head from Allah and prostrate yourself before his accursed feet instead - he would offer any boon, wear any disguise to make that happen. However... remembering the stories of prophets and saints who had nobly refused to fall prey to such temptations, even at the cost of their lives, was very different from being in that situation yourself. Feeling the cold grip of terror around your heart. The crushing weight of the choice on your shoulders. She also could not recall any of those saints being forced to damn their children, too, in order to deny the devil.

The question echoed inside her mind. She could feel the vile presence of the false goddess, the she-devil, inside her brain, waiting for her answer. She knew what she was SUPPOSED to do. How the story went. But... those were just stories. This was her LIFE. Her CHILDREN! She had been a good Muslim all her life, said the prayers, observed the Ramadan, been mindful of the restrictions and rules. She had given thanks to Allah for the bounty she and her family had enjoyed. But... he had never answered. And the bounty - the food on the table, the roof over their heads, the security that kept greedy men at bay - it had all come from the scorpions. She had never seen the Hand of Allah at work in the world... but she had lived her life tending the scorpions, respecting the danger they posed, and recognizing their intrinsic value.

Serket. The Scorpion Goddess. She stood taller than any man, wielded power no human could. Her pets defied the very laws of nature. She was undeniably, indubitably real... and she would almost certainly go through with her threat. Those were the facts. Whether her prayers had fallen on deaf ears because Allah did not exist, or because she had committed some unknown sin that somehow made this unnameable horror a just punishment, she could not say. She did not know. With all that was at stake... how could she gamble on something so unknowable, while ignoring the cold, hard facts standing before her?

The prayer she had been trying to formulate disappeared from her mind. Her willpower at last burned out, she stopped struggling against the paralysis and let her body relax for the first time in days. "Praise Serket." Her numb lips could not shape the words, but they resounded in the empty halls of her mind, and the intruding voice laughed. This was no martyr-story. This was her life. If it could save her children, what did it matter that she bowed in a new direction as she prayed? One of the tiny Deathstalker-like scorpions skittered up her chest and burrowed its stinger in her flesh just below her breasts, releasing a warm, pleasant sensation that spread from the point of impact to chase away the cold grip of the paralytic toxin. Bit by bit, she regained control of her lips, her limbs, her lungs.

As soon as she did, she threw herself to the ground, face to the floor and arms stretched out before her in the direction of the granite throne. She prayed, more intensely and devoutly than she had in her life, for forgiveness, mercy and largess. She swore undying loyalty and promised honor and sacrifice. The exact words of those prayers, she would never be able to quite remember. It was as if her tired mind simply rejected them, preferring to consign them to the oblivion of the forgotten. The fact that the goddess she was praying to was, at that particular time, bent over her throne getting fiercely ass-fucked by a mortal woman with a gargantuan strap-on dildo, might have had something to do with it.

While she prayed, skittering legs traced a path across her prostrated body. When her words finally ran dry, she heard a dry chuckle within her mind. "Well said. I shall forgive your sins, and let you live to serve me. Now... go join your children." As those words rang between her ears, pain exploded through her body, radiating from three points. Tiny, razor-sharp stingers had penetrated several layers of cloth to pierce both of her nipples, and her clit as well. The pain, however, faded swiftly - to be replaced by a spreading heat, far more intense than before. Her head swam, and her thoughts became more and more erratic.

She was hot. Why was she wearing so much clothing? She needed to feel the air on her skin. Stumbling to her feet, she pulled at the simple fabric of her clothes, tearing them off along with her hijab. She had not let her hair - long, gleaming-black strands - flow free in public since before getting married to her late husband... that was, after all, against some rules of decency that no longer seemed particularly important. She couldn't even quite remember how they went at the moment, but she suspected that tearing off her simple, lily-white cotton underwear the way she was likely broke them too.

Freed from the constraints of her bra, her melon-sized breasts swung free, pendulous and heavy. They were also itching for attention, her nipple swollen and hard. The skin around them, which had been sagging more and more in recent years as gravity took its toll, however, seemed to be tightening up somehow, lifting them up to crown her chest once more. Interesting though that was, however, it was a distant second to the burning, itching hunger she felt between her legs. It had been SO MANY YEARS... she had enjoyed no release since the death of her husband, not even masturbation, which was a sin after all. But now, her snatch was dripping-wet and engorged, pulsing beneath the neat bush of black hair she had kept carefully-trimmed for hygienic reasons.

Fortunately, release was just in front of her - her dear children were already carousing with one another, and a scorpion with a very intriguing tool dangling between its many legs had joined in. (Scorpions didn't actually have dicks, she knew that. Like fish, they fertilized their eggs externally. Considering the already-impossible size of this particular scorpion, however, she could not work up the energy to even be annoyed by this inaccuracy.) Tumbling to her knees between them, they were quick to welcome her, their eyes roaming across her exposed body. They spotted the streams of moisture running down her thighs, the tiny pearls of white already forming on her hardened nipples, and the stretchmarks on her flat belly, mute testament to their prior occupation of the premises.

As the scorpion backed up - presumably wanting to give them some space for the tearful reunion - they swarmed over her. Her legs spread eagerly as her son climbed between them, his youthful cock having apparently recovered somewhat under the tender ministrations of his sister's soft lips, and her face flushed with pleasure as she felt him enter her. Her pussy, loosened by past childbirths, could give him only a sloppy reception, its wet walls hugging his thin, teenage shaft but loosely - but she nonetheless enjoyed the sensation, especially when he also pushed his head forwards to begin suckling on one of her huge tits.

She groaned in pleasure as he lightly bit down on the hypersensitive nipple, sucking and licking on the areola around it, and felt the milk she had thought dried out many years ago begin to flow again. The groan, however, was soon silenced as her daughter squeezed herself down next to her brother and locked their lips together in an intense, sloppy, tongue-wrestling kiss. Eagerly, she sucked on the intruding tongue, tasting traces of its previous applications on it. A bitter spike from her son's sperm... and the vaguely dank flavor that probably came from the girl's own ass. She was panting freely when the kiss finally broke, and shivered as she felt her daughter's smooth skin against her own, slithering down lower to begin suckling on the unoccupied breast next to her brother.

At the same time, a pair of spit-slicked fingers made their way around her body and down between her large, fleshy buttocks, seeking and finding the entirely inexperienced orifice between them. The young girl grinned as she felt her mother's sphincter relax under the insistent pressure of her digits, and pushed them inside to begin a tender ass-massage. The thick, sweet milk flowing down her throat from the tip of the huge breast filling her entire field of vision was making her body - and head - feel light, energizing her, restoring the vitality that had otherwise finally began to flag. From the increasingly energetic way her brother was moving next to her, as he thrust into their mother's pussy, he was experiencing a similar - and sorely-needed - boost.

With the kids rejuvenated by their mother's milk, the three began to move against each other with greater intensity, shifting to different positions as they sought greater pleasure in one another's bodies. The brother soon abandoned the loose folds of his mother's pussy - leaving them briefly connected by a string of ropey cum, proving that he had already sent at least one or two loads of jizz to explore his old home - and instead moved behind her to explore her asshole. His sister's fingers had done a good job of preparing it for entry, relaxing and lubricating the sphincter for him. Their mother, meanwhile, eagerly cooperated by using her firm, calloused hands to part her buttocks for easier entry.

His sister, wanting to help him enjoy some properly tight circumstances, decided to add some pressure of her own. Her slim hand entered her mother's pussy with surprising ease, parting the engorged folds and plunging deep inside as it swallowed her wrist and the first few inches of her arm. Above, the older woman's fully-engorged clit was poking out of its hood like a fingertip, and she eagerly leaned down to kiss it, gradually ramping up the level of stimulating by delicately applying her tongue and teeth to the sensitive nub. It didn't take long before she was rewarded by a gush of orgasmic juices as their mother climaxed from their combined efforts.

But the milk was still dribbling from the swaying, bouncing breasts above - running in tiny, gleaming rivulets down across the pendulous orbs. Every now and then, she'd abandon the clitoral massage to push her body upwards and forwards, suckling a few more mouthfuls of sweet, invigorating milk. Her moans always changed their pitch subtly when the source of stimulation shifted like that... and with every mouthful, the younger girl grew stronger and wilder, pumping her fist and forearm into the warm, wet embrace of her mother's pussy with greater abandon.

For a time, they were locked together like that... but even as Ebeid climaxed repeatedly, and quivered at the sensation of her son's slimy cum making its way up her rectum, her feverish eyes kept moving back to the giant scorpion standing nearby, its tool still hanging beneath its armored belly, dripping with a juicy combination of the scorpion's clear pre-cum and her daughter's slimy anal residue. Her daughter, meanwhile, was also growing dissatisfied with the itching sensation of emptiness in her two main holes, despite the best efforts of the remaining hand.

Again, the group shifted. There was a silent agreement between mother and daughter that the elder had dibs on the scorpion - after all, the younger had already enjoyed it abundantly. But first, some preparation was in order. As the scorpion silently lifted its body to give them access, the two women crawled forwards and began to lick its pulsing, vein-covered tool clean, replacing the layer of by-now somewhat sticky slime with a fresh coating of saliva. The young man who had been enjoying their attention up to that point was, for the moment, glad to give his rather worn-out dick a rest, but as he watched their asses bopping up and down next to each other, a desire to do SOMETHING with them asserted itself.

Looking at the abundant juices still flowing from his mother's loose pussy, a plan formed itself in his mind, composed of vague images that didn't seem to come from his own memories. Kneeling down, he easily pushed one hand into the spacious orifice, meeting little resistance despite having somewhat larger hands than his sister. He could hear his mother moaning as he twisted his arm, moving his fingers inside and pumping slowly in and out. It was only for about a minute, though - then he pulled the hand back out with a sucking, wet sound, and moved it over to his sister's rear end instead. Her asshole was still twitching and winking, not entirely recovered from the fucking the scorpion had given her earlier - and his hand wasn't much thicker than that had been.

She shrieked in delighted surprise as he slowly pushed his fingers into the well-worn hole, gradually forcing the battered sphincter to stretch around the hilt of his hand. When it finally snapped shut around his wrist, leaving his whole hand safely nestled in the tight warmth, he immediately began the next step. His remaining hand found the same safe haven as the first - inside his mother's eager cunt, twisting and swirling as it picked up a layer of lubricating juices. Then that, too, left that hole and sought a tighter place - just above, in an orifice that had been virgin ground until he himself broke it in with his teenage cock.

It was hard going at first, as he began to push the tips of his tightly-bunched fingers inside - struggling against the tightness of the sphincter. But fortunately, she seemed to immediately grasp his intention, and pushed her body back against his arm while willing her ass to relax. With his strength boosted by the cocktail of drugs pervading his system and vitality restored by the draught of his mother's milk, he thrust forwards, forcing unyielding flesh to part, giving up its resistance. With a slurp, her ass swallowed his hand up to the wrist - and then, with a grin, he began to vigorously pump both of his arms, violently ass-fisting his mother and sister at the same time while they continued to tongue-clean the giant scorpion's throbbing cock.

Both of them groaned at the sensation, their hips automatically moving to match his thrusts, encouraging him to keep going. Ebeid, like her daughter, found the pain of her tautly-stretched sphincter to be a delicious spice on a main dish of pleasure, as the powerful thrusts sent vibrations radiating through her entire groin, stirring her pussy and clit without actually touching them. And speaking of spice, licking the length of the scorpion's throbbing member had made her intimately acquainted with the taste of her daughter's ass - the underside of the cock in particular, where the tiny bristles covering the hard chitin plates had scraped out a significant quantity of slimy ass-residue, and where none of the scorpion's sickly-sweet pre-cum had emerged to dilute it...

Even working together, the two of them had a lot of space to cover with their lashing tongues... and the pair of firm hands continuously working their way in and out of their assholes did not help their concentration. Even when they finally finished, however - leaving the long, throbbing tool dripping with their mixed saliva - they lingered for a spell, locking lips together in yet another intimate kiss, sharing the tastes they'd picked up from the tongue-cleaning as they moaned into one another's mouths. Only when a pair of near-simultaneous anal orgasms shook their bodies, stirred by the tireless hands of their son and brother, did the session end - with both of them collapsing on the floor, momentarily winded by the surge of pleasure.

However, by the time he pulled his hands out from the tight embrace of their hungry assholes - smiling as a sense of accomplishment surged through him - they had already recovered. Ebeid wasted no time scrambling back up on all fours, turning around to present her rear to the scorpion as she glanced over her shoulder with lust-glazed eyes of invitation and desire. The scorpion reacted swiftly, and as it had done to her daughter earlier, it scrambled up her body to hug grip her belly and chest with its hard, chitinous legs. Wanting to give its cock a clear target, she quickly lowered her head to the ground, mashing her large, subtle breasts flat against the stone floor while keeping her ass proudly up in the air. The message apparently reached the oversized creature, and with a slight chittering noise, it thrust its freshly-lubricated tool into her eagerly-waiting pussy.

Meanwhile, right in front of her, the siblings were once again focused exclusively on one another. The girl's pussy had managed to somewhat recover after being stretched open by the scorpion's tremendous girth earlier, so her brother found a pleasantly tight embrace for his cock when he crawled up between her widely-splayed legs and thrust into her again. Grunting, he mashed his groin down, feeling her hips rise to meet him as he pushed every last millimeter of his young shaft into her. Then he glanced over his shoulder, grinned naughtily, and spread his legs wide. It wouldn't make his thrusting any easier - quite the opposite - but with both of them spreading like that, they were providing their mother with an excellent view of their conjoined genitals...

Her eyes were, indeed, glued to the sight of her son and daughter mashing their hips together, sending a barely-visible spray of mixed juices and sweat flying from the point of impact every time they met. The scorpion on her back was showing its true power at last - specifically, the true power of its oddly-shaped cock. In this simple, primal 'doggy-style' position, the bristle-covered, hard-edged plates of chitin covering the bottom of his shaft were grinding across the sensitive upper edge of her tautly-stretched pussy with every thrust, stimulating both her clit and the area around the urethra with painful intensity. Orgasm after orgasm rolled through her body and exploded in her mind, pushing her even deeper into the pit of desire and depravity that the tiny scorpions' drugs had dug for her.

Tongue lolling from her mouth like a bitch in heat, she dragged herself forwards across the dusty ground, the scorpion on her back following along easily without missing a single stroke. It took her several orgasms to reach her goal, but with the giant scorpion easily avoiding getting its many legs entangled with the limbs of the young lovers, she managed to push herself right up between their thighs... and then, she could finally let her tongue roam free. She licked along the lower edge of her daughter's pussy, where the small amounts of cum were leaking out. She sucked on her son's smooth, hairless ballsack whenever he paused his thrusts long enough to let her. When his shaft emerged from the tight hole it was pounding, covered in his sister's juices, she eagerly licked them off, rubbing her face against it as her nostrils vibrated with the scent of her children's mixed essences.

If she couldn't reach any of those points, her tongue went to darker spots - digging deep into her daughter's loose, freshly-fisted ass to taste the trace remnants of sperm still clinging to its walls, or gently kissing her son's sphincter as her tongue pushed its way inside, seeking to teach him the same pleasures of anal stimulation_she_ had learned. The orgasmic frenzy had pushed her far beyond caring about the flavors involved - the only thing left in her mind was the desire to feel pleasure and dole it out in return.

But even as the family moved wantonly together, a ball of flesh suffused with lust, the scorpion reached HIS climax. Through all that had gone before, he had quietly and obediently lent his aid, fucking whatever hole was offered to him, showing as much sign of pleasure as a blow-up doll might. Now, at last, he hissed and chittered, pumping his cock forwards with increased intensity, feeling a hot load building inside his armored body. His cock, which had failed to reach full penetration when he'd been fucking the smaller girl, was fully embedded in the much roomier birth-canal of a grown, experienced woman now - right down to the thin point behind the last bulge.

With hit pointy cockhead pushed right up against Ebeid's cervix, he unleashed his payload, spraying a thick, gooey mass directly into her womb. It contained no seed of life, no actual sperm - the scorpion was a thoroughly unnatural creature, created from scratch by Serket to serve her own perverse desires. It could not impregnate a mortal woman outright, the way the pets of most of her peers could - leaving it with a somewhat more complex form of procreation. The slimy mass now filling Ebeid's uterus was thus a potent mix of chemicals, drugs, stem-cells, hormones, and just a bit of what some might call magic, others call 'divine power', and others again define as 'unexplained quantum phenomena'.

The goo moved with a mind of its own, covering the inner walls of the womb entirely, seeping into the porous surface. More of it flooded up the uterine tubes, soaking into the ovaries themselves, where the remainder of the countless eggs Ebeid had been accorded at her birth patiently awaited fertilization. These tiny eggs - large for cells, but still microscopic - rapidly grew more numerous as the slime surrounding them first changed them, then forced them to divide and duplicate. Meanwhile, the womb itself was being extensively remodeled, altering its surface, composition and conditions radically - making it entirely impossible for the middle-aged woman to ever again bear a human child. Of course, she couldn't know that - all she knew was that her womb was burning as if someone had poured acid into it.

However, with her pussy still ringing from the powerful pounding it had received, and her face buried in the sharp-smelling groins of her furiously-fucking children, the agony took on a masochistic sheen. Like when her asshole had been torn open by her son's hand, the burning sensation seemed to offset and magnify the underlying pleasure - and when she screamed, it was in orgasmic pleasure rather than fear or pain. Thus, oblivious to the changes taking place inside her, she continued to pump her hips back against the scorpion's huge rod while eagerly licking any pussy, cock or asshole that got within reach of her tongue...

While the little family had caroused, moving tirelessly under the influence of the scorpion-injected drugs flowing through their bloodstream, Nehyt had worked herself to exhaustion. Her legs and hips were burning as if she'd just completed a triathlon - which probably wasn't far off, in terms of muscle-stress. Her head was getting light from oxygen-debt while her lungs worked desperately to keep her body going. And of course, the multiple orgasms that the deeply-penetrating, constantly-pulsating pseudo-cocks inside her kept inflicting didn't make it easier to keep up the pace. The only thing that kept her going was the overriding refusal to give up. She would NOT disappoint her Goddess. She had finally found someone worth serving... someone worthy of her. Someone with real, undeniable power and the willingness to share it. She would not, could not, fail.

Finally, just when she felt like she'd shortly collapse, her ringing ears picked up the harsh sound of Serket's laughter. Something inside her shifted - the pleasure-inducing shafts of flesh lodged up her pussy and ass suddenly stopped throbbing, and instead shrank rapidly into nothingness, vacating her body while the chitinous surface of the strap-on harness attached to her groin began to creak and shift. As it unwrapped itself, leaving the oversized dildo that had once been the twisted creature's tail still stuck up Serket's ass, Nehyt stumbled back and landed on her rear. Without the anchoring effect of the strap-on, her exhausted legs couldn't even carry her weight anymore.

Sitting on the ground, Serket appeared even more of a giantess than usual, as she pushed herself up from the seat of the granite throne and turned around to stand up straight. Meanwhile the living strap-on was reforming itself into an ordinary - if oversized - scorpion with a crackling sound, its legs gripping the thighs of its creator while its tail shrunk back to its normal size and slid out of her ass. Finally, the creature climbed back up her body, across her modest chest, to perch on top of her head as an unmoving crown once again. The goddess watched the skittering creature with a tolerant smile until it had reached its destination out of sight, and then turned her eyes on the mortal woman sitting before her.

"You did well, mortal... I might have liked to see some more creativity out of you, but it HAS been a long time since I last got my ass so thoroughly worked over. A passing grade, certainly." Her voice was missing some of the sharp edge it had held earlier, and Nehyt quickly scrambled to her knees, taking on a respectful, straight-backed pose despite her continued fatigue. Even her currently oxygen-deprived mind had no trouble summoning up the phrases she had so intensely studied under the tutelage of the Order - determined to one day use them in earnest. "I am overjoyed to serve you, my Goddess, my Wife, my Love." Serket nodded in approval at the formulaic words, and returned them in kind. "Yes... and I look forwards to seeing what you will accomplish in my name, my Priestess, my God-Wife."

Thoughtfully, the inhumanly-tall goddess glanced over at the family that had been 'sacrificed' to her, and the scorpion who had joined them in their perversions. Clicking her tongue, she then shrugged and grinned down at Nehyt. "Normally, at this juncture, I would assign one of my larger children to stay by your side... to protect and entertain you, as well as enable you to serve in an additional respect. However... I do not think you need that much protection. And I foresee that you will be too busy to waste your time as a brood-mother. After all, you will direct my worshipers, and the seed of your congregation is already here... one of whom is quite ready to serve as the mother of my expanding swarm."

Nehyt cast a glance over her shoulder at where Ebeid and her children were still busy fucking each other's brains out with the help of the monstrous scorpions, and suppressed a slight shudder. She DID love scorpions... but she had not exactly enjoyed the thought of giving birth to several huge specimens of the species. She silently offered up a prayer of thanks to Serket for this mercy, figuring that the subject might be a bit sensitive for an outright spoken prayer. Then she noticed two of the small, sickly-green Deathstalker-like scorpions crawling up her legs, sharp legs digging into the flesh of her thighs as they ascended her. "However, I will not have you leave here without a tangible sign of my favor... brace yourself, my dear Priestess, for this might sting a bit." The voice of the goddess, while still gentle, had an unpleasantly playful tone towards the end, and Nehyt found herself developing a serious case of full-body goosebumps almost instantly.

Trying not to shake too visibly, she watched the two tiny scorpions climb up her chest... and then winced as they reached her pert breasts and, with perfect synchronicity, grabbed her nipples with their serrated claws. Both claws were used, enclosing the tiny, sensitive nub in an X-shaped pattern - but before she could fully absorb the unpleasantness of this experience, their tails arched up across their backs and plunged into the dead center of each nipple, burying the stinger completely. A scream of shock and pain made its way through her tightly-clenched teeth - and was then drawn out into a pained hiss as the scorpions folded their legs in close to their bodies, leaving their weight dangling heavily from her breasts by their claws and stingers.

However, as she stared down at them, suppressing the urge to reach up and tear the agonizing little creatures off, a golden glint began to spread across their carapace. Before her disbelieving eyes, the living scorpions seemed to transmute - in a fashion that would have awed the alchemists of yesteryear - into solid gold. When the transformation was complete, their previously living features looked like nothing more than intricate engravings, and overall they resembled nothing so much as a pair of particularly exotic nipple-piercings. Certainly, she could feel that their stingers were still buried in her flesh, and their heavy, metallic weight still rested on the edge of serrated claws - digging painfully into the top of the nipples as her movements made their mass shift.

From the sharp point of pain that was the deeply-buried stingers, however, a warmth spread... coursing rapidly through her veins, it seemed to reach every extremity in her body, chasing away the exhaustion. Her tired, aching muscles suddenly felt like new again, and her head cleared. Serket... the Scorpion-Goddess... she commanded both poisons and cures, drugs both beneficial and not. And it seemed like that power was now being projected through the twin scorpions hanging heavy from her chest. Her tightly-clenched teeth shifted into a dark grin. Whatever they had injected her with, it had done nothing to dull the pain. Just breathing with those two hanging from her nipples was severely unpleasant, never mind doing stuff like 'walking' or 'jumping'... but if that pain was the price she had to pay to wield inhuman power, then she'd pay it gladly. Pain was a construct of the mind, after all. She'd get used to it.

The thoughts of power, however, reminded her of something she had learned from those members of the Order who had already succeeded at becoming High Priestesses. Glancing up at the goddess, who had sat down on her throne again and was now looking at her with a delicately-raised eyebrow, she cleared her throat. "I receive your gift with gratitude, great Serket. Might I ask if you also intend to put your mark on me, so that the beings who serve you might know me?" The goddess chuckled, and smiled naughtily. "A fine question, little priestess... I suppose I should, yes. If I'm not going to give you a proper escort, I should at least let you call upon all my little cousins at your whim. But, ah, it will not be as simple a task as it has been for those who went before you. I sense several of my peers already awakened - it is from those who became THEIR High Priestesses that you have heard of the mark, yes?"

Nehyt nodded, feeling slightly hesitant. This was, after all, another thing she hadn't particularly looked forwards to. Both Anubis and Sekhmet had 'scent-marked' their priestesses, enabling them to control the mundane versions of their totemic animals - canines in Anubis' case, and felines in Sekhmet's. This, however, had been accomplished by way of a shower of divine urine... and having pushed such things on her 'pets' several times in the past, she had rather mixed feelings about being on the receiving end. Serket, meanwhile, just grinned. "I know how they do it, yes... but, ah, the noble scorpion does not scatter its mark with a stream of piss, as I'm sure you know. They emit their scent from between every plate of their chitinous armor. Much like I emit it from every pore of my skin. The mark is yours if you want it, mortal... but you'll have to lick it off my body yourself."

Serket lounged in her throne, a come-hither look in her eyes to go with her naughty smile, and Nehyt looked up at the long, smooth lines of her limbs, lightly dewed with perspiration, as she licked her suddenly-dry lips. Then, with a barely-perceptible shrug, she crawled forwards to grab one of the giantess' feet, and started to lick the top of it. She'd made up her mind, after all - to dedicate her life to this literal, living goddess. She might as well start out by worshiping that entire, inhumanly-perfect body with her tongue.

The golden scorpions dangling from her tits inspired her with seemingly-endless vigor - and a good thing too, considering how much ground she had to cover. First she worked her way up the leg, taking extra care to lift it and lick the back of the knee, where the taste of sweat was stronger. After covering the entire thigh, she took a short break in the sweet honeypot of the neighboring pussy, an oasis of flavorful nectar that further spurred her on. Then it was up the flat belly as she crawled bodily up on the throne, tongue dancing around the belly-button before proceeding higher yet to more familiar ground.

She had already thoroughly sucked and licked the sensitive nipples that crowned the goddess' small, yet shapely tits - but this time, she reached for a broader target, massaging the entire expanse of the soft breasts with her tongue. Then she tended back to the same side she'd climbed earlier, reaching for the place where she knew she'd find the highest concentration of perspiration. Serket elegantly lifted her arm to give her access, letting Nehyt lick the smooth, hairless armpit beneath, picking up the potent layer of sweat that had accumulated there. The rest of the arm was next, following its delicate curves outwards and upwards as she climbed the body of her goddess, feeling the strong yet subtle muscles play beneath the flawless skin.

At this point, she was beginning to suspect that the painfully-dangling golden scorpions were granting her a bottomless supply of saliva in addition to stamina, for otherwise, her tongue should have dried out long ago. She did not let such thoughts distract her from carefully sucking on each of the hand's fingers, licking both the back and the palm, before proceeding back down the other side of the arm. Once back at the shoulder, she followed their lines up to the slim neck, tracing a path around it and up underneath the chin... before finding the full, sensuous lips of her goddess waiting for her. She hadn't had a chance to touch them before... but it came as no surprise to her that a large, saliva-covered hand suddenly descended on the back of her head, gripping her by the hair and pulling her into an overwhelmingly intense kiss.

Their tongues wrestled for several long minutes as they swapped spit, and Nehyt found herself growing vaguely buzzed just from the sensation of closeness and intimacy. The tongue of a living, physical goddess was in her mouth, pushing down the back of her throat, bringing with it an undecipherable, mysterious flavor. A tangible thrill ran through her as she felt Serket's hand move across the back of her skull to press against the nape of her neck, parting her pitch-black hair to touch the milky-white skin beneath. Then a painful burn radiated from the point of contact, sending jagged signals up through her brain... where they drowned in the intense joy of the kiss, and the knowledge that she had just received the 'brand', another sign of her goddess' favor.

It would only be much later, when she next stood before a mirror, that she'd actually be able to tell what symbol she had been branded with: A stylized image of a stinger, as one would find at the end of a scorpion's tail. In that moment, however, she could not care less - the kiss, the closeness, and the flavor of her goddess' salty sweat was all that mattered to her. By the time their lips parted again, she felt slightly drunk - but she did not let that slow her on her way. With exquisite care, she licked every part of Serket's face that wasn't covered by the long, jet-black hair, even running her tongue across the (closed) eyes and ascertaining on the way that the dark areas around them were pure skin-pigmentation, not mere makeup.

Then it was back down across the neck and shoulder, to the other arm - out along its length, to another set of five fingers to be carefully suckled, and then along its subtle underside to the treasure below. The other armpit also carried an overpowering scent of the goddess, swiftly collected and swallowed by her tireless tongue. At this point, Serket's body shifted, and she rose to kneel on the seat of the throne with her belly draped across the back of it - giving Nehyt's eager tongue free access to HER back. Conscientiously, she painted her way down its broad length, drawing long strokes across it with her tongue, but stopping to pay extra attention to the slight humps of the spinal-column in the middle.

This path led her inevitably to the last major reservoir of sweat on the goddess' body... and fortunately, by then she was too drunk on the intoxicating scent of inhuman body-odor to have the sort of reservations she might have harbored when she started. Instead, she carefully licked a spiral-pattern on each of the muscular buttocks, before plunging into the crack between them with abandon, licking up and down the shady passage to pick up all of the sweat that had accumulated there. Nor did she hesitate to stop in the middle, where the sphincter still gaped slightly open, red and raw from the long ride she'd inflicted on it. Her lips encased the wrinkled rim like the mouth of a lover, and her tongue plunged as deep into the pulsating orifice beyond as she could manage.

She had always been a dominant person, she reflected as she french-kissed the sloppy asshole. She'd taken pleasure in inflicting humiliation on others, demeaning them for her own amusement. But there was no shame in this - submitting to a genuinely superior being, a full-fledged goddess. Eating out Serket's ass was an honor that queens and empresses should be happy to prove worthy of. And so, she lingered until she felt certain that her tongue had caressed every inch of ass it could reach, adding its dank, musty flavor to the salty zest of sweat already dancing on her tastebuds.

Only then did she proceed to the finale - working her way down the remaining leg, once again paying extra attention to the back of the knee, and finally reaching the foot. And while she had started on the back of one foot, she didn't stop there, but instead fully embraced the parts she had carefully dodged at the beginning. She sucked on the individual toes, as she had the fingers before, and then licked the sole, tasting the bitter shades of foot-sweat before finally calling it good enough. Then, almost as an afterthought, she jumped over to the other foot, giving it the same treatment she had neglected when she started, ensuring that not a single square inch of the goddess' body (not covered by hair) had gone untouched by her tongue.

With her task completed, she slipped back down off the throne and resumed the kneeling position she'd maintained before beginning. Her tongue and throat were buzzing and tingling strangely, as if she'd been drinking something carbonated, and she realized that she was aware of every last one of the hundreds of small scorpions skittering around in the large room - in addition to the four big ones, three of which were just wandering around aimlessly. Serket chuckled as she, too, resumed her original pose, lounging on the throne. "Well done... I think you picked up a bit more of my substance than was really necessary, even. Good attention to detail. I like that. Well, consider the extra boost further compensation for not getting a proper bodyguard."

Nehyt simply nodded, feeling somehow very mellow. Perhaps it was due to the combination of deep, genuine fatigue and the artificially sharp mind that the golden scorpions' injections had induced. Serket looked at her for a second, and then shrugged. "Well, it is time I got going. My place in the Realm of the Gods awaits. Might be fun to reconnect with some of the old faces, even... but before I go, I suppose I'd best tie up one last loose end." With a sigh, she pushed herself up from the throne and wandered past Nehyt, who did not even bother to turn her head. Why should she? She was perfectly aware of everything that was going on in the chamber, all at the same time. As if she was seeing it through several hundred eyes, from every possible angle...

It was Ebeid and her children that Serket now approached. While the goddess had been preoccupied with the initiation of her new High Priestess, the compact orgy had continued as mother, daughter and son shifted from position to position, seeking new ways to pleasure each other... and of course, making good use of the ever-ready scorpion's huge, bulbous cock. At this particular point in time, Ebeid and her daughter were both on all fours, face to face as they endlessly mashed their lips together, tongue-wrestling and moaning, staring into each other's lust-filled eyes.

Behind Ebeid, her son was kneeling - with his cock lodged deep in her heavily-streched pussy, and his hand buried in her asshole past the wrist. The way he was moving, it almost seemed as if he was jacking himself off inside her - which was, indeed, exactly what he was doing. Meanwhile, the scorpion was mounting his sister, and had finally managed to get the full three bulges of his cock into her pussy, leaving but one outside. His heavily-tapered cockhead was, as a result, pushing directly into her cervix - forcing the previously virginal opening to stretch around the half-inch tip. This stretching had been an agonizing experience even before the enormous tightness teased a second orgasm out of the scorpion, filling the womb beyond with the same sort of living goo that had previously rearranged her mother's insides. But, with the bristle-covered underside of the scorpion's cock grinding ceaselessly across her clit, she - like her mother before her - only enjoyed the counterpoint offered by the pain.

Serket watched the sordid display for a few minutes, head tilted and a lopsided smile on her lips. Then, she moved one hand in a swift, cutting motion, and all movement stopped for a split second. The scorpion, frozen in mid-thrust, quickly backed up, pulling its juice-covered member entirely out of the girl's pussy before withdrawing it into its carapace and settling down nearby, waiting for new orders. The three humans, meanwhile, basically collapsed where they were, the endless supply of energy that had kept them going so far suddenly running dry. Piled together, naked skin against naked skin, all soaked with sweat and various other bodily fluids. A bone-deep weariness had overcome them, but it was the kind of weariness that came at the end of a particularly intense workout-session, mixed with an enormous amount of piled-up sexual endorphins. As a result, they were all floating in something that felt like a particularly mellow, stretched-out, post-orgasmic glow.

The voice that echoed in their minds thus lacked the sharp edges it once had, as it faded into the feel-good background. "You have all done well in entertaining me tonight. As promised, you will all be free to go. Servants of my new High Priestess will see to your transportation, I'm sure. When you return to your home, I expect you to worship and give sacrifices onto me, as is my due... I suspect you already understand what that means. I will send one of my children with you, to aid you in your devotion. He... seems to have taken a liking to you all, anyway." The three of them nodded tiredly in response, their eyes panning up to look at the giantess standing before them, with vague signs of comprehension showing on their faces.

With a shrug, Serket turned her back on them. They understood, of that she was confident. A convenient trick, casting her words directly into their minds where meanings could be conveyed without language-barriers getting in the way. That language had shifted significantly since last she was awake was as unsurprising as it was inconvenient... that bitch Sekhmet sure had it easy. She could pick up new languages along with her supper. Then, with a sigh, she lifted a hand and snapped her fingers. In an instant, most of the lights in the tomb disappeared - namely, the supernatural glow of the obelisks - leaving behind only the flashlight that Nehyt had brought with her. The low-frequency hum that had filled the chamber since Serket's revival - a barely-perceptible symphony wrought from the movement of a thousand tiny, chitinous feet - was gone too.

Left behind were four exhausted, naked people, three of whom were slowly recovering enough of their faculties to think halfway straight, while the fourth flinched at the sensation of suddenly losing hundreds of eyes. Well, she hadn't lost quite all of them, though. Pushing herself from kneeling to standing, smiling as she saw that her legs weren't shaking - thanks once again to whatever the golden scorpions still dangling from her pained nipples had injected her with - Nehyt turned to look towards the three prisoners she had brought into the tomb and grinned. Standing perfectly still next to them was an ordinary, run-of-the-mill Fattail Scorpion... which she would have been able to guess was nothing of the sort, even if her newly-enhanced perception where scorpions were concerned wasn't telling her so outright.

It took a few well-placed kicks to get Ebeid and her kids up and moving again, but with some shoving, she got them walking up the steep passage towards the exit, shambling like sleepwalkers. Though impatient at their slow pace, she quickly reminded herself that her current feelings of spryness were an artifact of chemical stimulation, and that taking it easy was probably a good idea for her too. When they finally reached the surface, she was gratified to watch the adherents of the Order, who had stayed at the now-completed dig to wait for her, fall on their knees and bow before her - she was, after all, one of the highly-reveered High Priestesses now, even if she had just been a 'candidate' before. Wanting to waste no time, she ordered a couple of them to get a truck ready and ship Ebeid's little family back home (throwing a wistful glance after the scorpion that jumped into the truck, following Ebeid of its own accord), pulled on a new dress, and jumped in the jeep that was waiting to take her back to the Order's main compound. She could rest on the way - there was much work to be done, after all...

Ebeid and her children's trip back home took as long as the first one had - three days, give or take. It was a far more pleasant trip, however - no longer were they tied up or guarded, and they were given good food and fresh water. In fact, their erstwhile captors treated them like honored guests... or perhaps, rather like respected allies. Ebeid had no trouble understanding why - these people obviously worshiped Serket and her lot, just like she had sworn to now... and she had faced their goddess directly, even being graced by a symbol of her favor. The scorpion remained constantly by her side, unnaturally placid and still, largely being given a wide berth by their escorts - even as they bowed their heads and prayed in its direction from a safe distance.

Of course, these changed attitudes were not the only reason why the long trip - most of which was spent in the hot, dark bed of a covered truck - was more endurable than the first had been. They did, after all, have far more... entertainment options available to them now. The drugs that had filled their systems in the tomb had worn off, leaving them capable of coherent thought and normal judgment again - but they did not disappear entirely, nor did the memories of what they'd done fade. Ebeid knew that she could, indeed, resist the perverse urges she now harbored - but her recent experiences had broken her will too much to actually do so. Her children, meanwhile, never even tried. They had been deeply marked by what they'd been a part of, and as young minds tended to, they had simple adapted. Their eyes rarely strayed far from one another now. She likely could not have kept them from each other if she'd tried.

But she didn't. Instead, she joined them, more often than not. They were all sinners beyond measure already, she reasoned - and having turned away from the light of Allah to embrace the dark power of Serket, there was no forgiveness, no grace for any of them. If the sin could not be washed away, then what harm was there in repeating it... again, and again, and again. Especially when it felt so good. Indeed, why not add some fresh ones, just for the sake of variety? Their driver and escort, for instance, were both muscular men in the prime of their life... and obviously aroused by watching her carouse with her children in the covered back of the truck. Her offer to help them 'ease the pressure' was swiftly accepted with an awed, almost worshipful attitude, and soon she found herself cumming repeatedly as a pair of long, sweaty cocks pounded her pussy and ass in equal measure.

When they finally reached their home after the long, somewhat-sticky journey, they found it exactly as they'd left it. Even though a week had passed since they'd been dragged from it, no opportunistic looters or random thieves had ransacked it - the specter of the scorpions hung heavily over the place, ensuring that no-one would go near without a really good reason. There was naught to say of that, then, but to offer up prayers of thanks to Serket. Before the first day was done, they had built a simple altar to the Scorpion-Goddess in their home, crowning it with an idol made from dried pieces of scorpion chitin. And by the first night, their new routine of worship was settled.

Every night at sundown, either Ebeid or her daughter (they traded off on a day-to-day basis) would prostrate herself naked before the altar, offering up her prayers and body to the dark goddess. Then the scorpion that had gone with them from the tomb would briefly grow to its old, immense size, and spend the next hour or so pounding her pussy and ass 'till they were sore. The other two, meanwhile, would watch... and soon descend into their own perverse entertainment. Her son, rather noticeably, had grown both endlessly horny and aggressively dominant, frequently pulling his mother or sister aside for a quick fuck or blowjob without bothering to ask permission - his sister was always happy to join him, and Ebeid herself no longer had the willpower to refuse him. During the nightly sessions, thus, he always took charge, using his partner's body as he saw fit. And whatever other depravity he chose to pursue that particular night, he always made sure to dump a couple of loads of fresh cum up her pussy...

Thus, it was no particular surprise when first Ebeid and then her daughter started to show a swollen belly. Initially, this did not affect them overmuch - before, they would have considered working with the scorpions of the farm far too dangerous to do while pregnant, but since turning to the worship of Serket, the scorpions had all been perfectly docile, never even trying to take a stab at those who cared for and 'milked' them. As their bellies grew larger, however, their nightly worship became, by necessity, far more anal-focused, leaving both Ebeid and her daughter with sphincters worn ragged and rubbed raw by the repeated attentions of the giant scorpion. And, of course, her son never missed a chance to finger and tease those sensitized orifices while otherwise having his way with them... if he didn't go ahead and just add further to the painful situation by roughly fisting them.

He'd also taken to fingering his mother's urethra whenever he could, an act that initially struck her as painful, but then gave her several powerful orgasms, leaving whatever will to refuse him she might have had in tatters. His reason given was that, with her womb full and heavy, her pussy had finally been squeezed down to a size where he could actually enjoy some tightness there, and he didn't want to lose that when she gave birth - so he'd work on stretching out her piss-hole so that he could just fuck THAT instead. And of course, she pliably acceded to his demand, spreading her legs for him as one finger turned to two.

While wallowing in her now-rampant sexuality (and somehow getting all the necessary work done around the farm), she also took the time to enjoy the sensation of new life squirming in her belly. She could tell already that what was growing in her, however, wasn't simply some incestuous child by her son, but part of the 'sacrifice' to Serket that she had agreed to. She had, after all, been pregnant before, and knew what it felt like to have a baby shifting and kicking within her. This was different. Rather than a single mass, it felt like her womb was bloated with hundreds of small spheres, each moving independently as something stirred within it. She knew what she would be giving birth to... and that she'd do so in the privacy of her own home, without benefit of a midwife. She would not want any witnesses for what would emerge.

END - SERKET IS FREE

"Sir! We've just received word from the dig. The candidate succeeded in joining with Serket." The young assistant could barely contain his excitement. There was nothing finer than to be the bearer of GOOD news. His boss nodded from the expensive, high-backed office-chair that he did most of his work from, shuffling a few papers in response. "Good, good... no surprise, really. Heh. I told those fools that her foreign origin would not pose a problem. The Gods are far less prone to get caught up in shallow concerns than we... they see what is in the heart, yes?"

The assistant quickly nodded. His role was not quite that of a yes-man, but with such a formidable man to report to, he rarely worked up the courage to disagree. In this case, however, his agreement was genuine - he, too, had thought the ones who protested Nehyt's ascension to the ranks of Priestess-Candidate to be foolish and narrow-minded. There'd been no-one even CLOSE to being as good a match for Serket, skin-color and passport-origin be damned. "So... what is our next move?" He asked eagerly, tensing his body so that he could dash off and deliver the new orders as soon as he received them. His boss grinned, pearly-white teeth glinting in the semidarkness of the opulent office. "It is time to wake HIM up. We've been sitting on that particular key for far too long already, and we've already got a perfect Priestess-Candidate for him, yes?"

The assistant swallowed, suddenly nervous. "Umm... yes, sir. Of course, even our great ancestors had a hard time keeping HIM calm... hence, the lack of a suitable sacrifice is what has prevented us from awakening him already. Or... have you found something?" His heart was beating faster now. If they could actually wake HIM up... and keep him on their side... then they would have the power to truly begin their revolution. It fluttered in his chest when his boss nodded, smile still wide. "I have indeed." A Cairo newspaper appeared in his hand, its front page covered in pictures and headlines dealing with the latest bout of political upheaval, riots and civil conflicts.

He tapped one of the headlines, and his grin grew evil as his assistant's eyes widened. "Yes... I think these will be perfect... and now that Serket stands with us, along with the four that went before, I believe we have the strength to seize them. Their sacrifice will be a suitable first barrage in our revolution, yes?" The assistant nodded eagerly, eyes glued to the newspaper, a matching smile creasing his own lips. "Yes... yes, indeed. Your wisdom leads us as always, Great Pharaoh. I will pass on your orders without delay!" As he sprinted out of the office, the man behind the expensive mahogany desk leaned back and smiled at his retreating back, one hand still resting on the newspaper. The headline beneath his hand read "New Council of Moral Conduct to Convene on Matters of Public Decency."