A new artifact, and new rules.

The early morning sunshine was enough to rouse Dr. Jessica Anderson from her fitful sleep. She, like many well-fucked women around the world before her, woke from her slumber unsure of where she was or what had happened to her. She was quickly reminded as her vision settled on Inanna's idol, phallus still moist with her juices visible in the rising desert sun. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and attempted to take stock of herself.

She was a mess. Her hair was violently tousled, her skin smelled of sweat and sex, and her legs were sticky with her own juices. Her hands instinctively went to the collar, and she was mutely disappointed to still find it affixed to her neck. It was then, like a student who realizes they've woken up late for school or a professional who realizes they've woken up late for work, that Dr. Anderson remembered the clamps and chain. Quickly rising to her feet, she rushed to the natural spring present behind the idol, unnoticed to her previously, but likely the source of water for the vegetation in the garden. Examining her body in the pool's reflection, she let out a sigh as she saw the clamps firmly affixed to her erogenous zones. Not a fool, Jessica was unsurprised to find that despite her best efforts, the clamps did not budge, although if there were any watchers in the desolate dunes, they would have much enjoyed watching the renowned archeologist bounce and wiggle as she desperately tried to free herself of her bonds.

Both frustrated by her increasingly whorish appearance, and equal parts exhausted and mildly dehydrated from the events of last night, Jessica resigned herself to what she knew: If she found all the artifacts, she had been promised her freedom. She would have to continue this task, at least until she devised a quicker solution. Her will became resolute. Utilizing the spring, she washed the remnants of last night from her body, savoring the cool spring water as it cascaded through her long brown hair and down her nude body. Sufficiently refreshed, she made to return to her camp, but was stopped in her tracks.

The clamps began to vibrate. Softly at first, but gradually ramping in intensity, Jessica found herself moving from trying to find the source of the stimulation, to actively trying to stop the stimulation, to losing herself in the throes of passion yet again. She whimpered softly, throwing her head back as the clamps began to turn her on again. Her nipples hardened, her pussy once again began to moisten and then, suddenly, the stimulation stopped, leaving the doctor on the edge, flushed and breathing heavily. She paused for a moment, waiting for whatever the next **** this new device would enact, and when nothing happened, she breathed a sigh of relief and continued to camp.

Dr. Anderson made herself a modest breakfast and rehydrated, trying to prepare for the hike back to civilization. All the while being stimulated by the clamps, but never to the point of orgasm. They would vibrate, bring her right to the edge, then stop abruptly. If it weren't for the work she needed to do to break camp and the deep desire to advance this **** adventure to its conclusion keeping her mind on task, she would likely have gone for another ride on the idol a few times by now. As it was, she retained her focus.

After about an hour of work, she was ready to head out. All that remained was to get dressed. With a goal of packing light in mind, and not being aware that she would spend most of her time in the garden bare, she had only brought the clothes she had worn with her. She returned to the ritual site to redress, and reached for her panties.

As soon as her hand touched the fabric, a searing, painful heat emanated through her body, originating from the artifacts, as if someone had taken the bronze and placed it in the fires of a forge. The pain was excruciating enough to cause Jessica to drop the panties and check herself for burns. Her skin was unscathed, and the pain had stopped as soon as she dropped the clothing. She then tried to grab her bra, and once again, violent pain rocked her body.

The realization of what was happening hit her like a semi truck. There was no way she could continue without wearing any clothes! Terrified, she reached for her tank top and..... nothing, she could pick it up without incident. The same went for her hiking shorts. Never had it occurred to Dr. Anderson that she might find herself in a position where she would be grateful that she only had to go without underwear, but it had been a strange week. She would take what she could get.

She dressed in the clothes the artifacts decided she could wear, and was acutely aware of the clamps vibrating her nipples visibly through her tank top as she set off back to her hotel, and to research the next artifact's location.

Desert nomads, passing by the oasis some time later, retrieved a white sports bra and panties, which they sold off at a good price at market, as North American goods were not common in those parts.