Fiona in the sarcophagus

Fiona, lying flat on her back, trapped inside the sarcophagus, didn’t feel inclined to panic.

Yes, it was totally dark. Yes, she couldn’t get out. But somebody would surely be along to open it up eventually. And at least she was alone, she thought, as she heard a breathy ancient voice whisper in her ear.

“Ssssooo pretty…”

“Who said that? Who’s there!”

“Yessssss…. she will do nicely. Another pretty sssssslave for the pharaoh…”

“I don’t like this at all! Let me out!”

There was a dry chuckle of laughter, and she felt warm breath on her neck, as the spicy smell of ancient perfumes began to fill the sarcophagus. Fiona shrieked and banged on the lid, to no effect whatsoever, as the mischievous ghost of Sukhontiti giggled madly in her ear. “No escape, ssssslavegirl. You’re in my realm now…”

And then she felt the hands. Two warm, strong, ghostly hands from above, cupping her full breasts, toying with her nipples, sending shivers of reluctant pleasure through her body as the mad pharaoh continued to whisper. Two more hands, gripping her thighs, then creeping higher to dig out the sensitive spots in her hips. Two under her arms. Two on her ribs. And the gentle trace of fingers over the soles of Fiona’s feet…

“NO! DON’T YOU DARE! I’M AN ENGLISHWOMAN! STOP!”

“Scream all you want, sssssslavegirl. You can’t escape…”