As naive as Helga clearly is, she clearly already realises what's happening - she's just too drunk on lust to stop it. "L-Laura!" She squeezes her own breasts as she rides his dick willingly, pulling down the cups of her bra to get to her hard nipples. "S-Suzuki-san feels so good! His dick feels so good inside me!" Laura hangs limply from her handcuffs, physically exhausted and mentally defeated as she watches her friend willingly get fucked by a disgusting criminal.
Mori grins, reaching for his bag to grab his phone. "Would you like to feel this again, Ojou-chan? Would you like for this lowly garbage collector to drown you in lust occasionally?" He asked, before setting his phone to record the blond's debauchery. All the while looking at Laura, mouthing, "Would you like to feel it too, Laura-sama?"
Having saved her second smoke grenade for this, she let it drop before the men could recover, and to make her timely retreat through the passage before they understood what happened. Of course, closing it behind her would be difficult, but....she brushed her hand along her shoulder to feel for it, before finding the mini flashlight she kept. Always carrying something for every occasion. Knowing what she needed to to, she lobbed her last smoke bomb to the fallen men so she could make her exit, taking one final look at the detective. "Ah, do not be so down, mon cheri. There will be other times, we met. After all, this was only the preview." In her nature to always taunt her adversary, she couldn't help it as she finally made the throw and got ready to finally make her stage exit.
“Heh, looks like are finally starting to get it.” Miriam smirked, her pussy already soaking wet at the thought of having a princess for a servant – even if said princess was in the body of her 'boss'. “Mmm, yes, that's it, very nice. Good girl!” She licked her lips in anticipation as she looked down at the nude woman kneeling before her. “If you want, you are allowed to refer to me as 'My Queen' instead of 'Mistress' – after all, you are a princess, and the one above a princess is a Queen, no? Now, swear to serve me for as long as I want, to always help me to the best of your ability, and to never betray me or turn against me! Swear this oath like a good, slutty princess would!” She commanded and observed the kneeling woman's reaction.
Dylan groans in appreciation of the heiress' oral skills... but feeling her gag, he does not pull back. Instead, he holds there, moving his hands to press against the back of her head, forcing her in place as he chokes her out with his dick and perhaps tries to get her to swallow an inch or two more. He'll pull out if it looks like she's about to pass out but not a second before that and he glares at her with a lustfully malevolent glint in his eye all the while
It won't be a big overview if someone say about Natasha that she have big luck on this mission. As she managed to sneak inside this tomb, she have strange feelings that something with great power just wanted her to get here. That was weird and u logical, but I Natasha could swear it was something similar to hear last nightmare. That feeling only grown up as she enter to forbidden area as it was too large to fit into cliff where they was. Fatima's voice disturb Natasha thoughs and return to reality. As Natasha managed to succeed to hide herself, she decided it will be a better if female researcher won't find out that there is intruder. Natasha spy on Famita, hoping for something usefull to tell.
"Yes Ben everything's fine." Kelly replied hastily not bothering to correct him this time. "I'll be out in a minute." Kelly shut her eyes as her fingers plunged inside her. Her mind drifted to her husband, and she imagined him in the shower with her. He would step up behind her and wrap his arms around her. His hand would find its way to her breast and her fingers mimicked what she imagined he'd do. His cock, long, hard and thick would nestle between her legs before he'd thrust up into her. Kelly let out another moan. Max would start slow at first, and once she'd become accustomed to his size he'd speed up. Her fingers, slick with her juices matched his imagined speed. Her breathing in turn sped up as well, and she leaned forward against the shower wall as she titillated her breasts and started to furiously fuck herself with her fingers. Her hand at her breasts dropped to rub her clit and she found herself growing weak in the knees. "Max..." she moaned needfully. "...fuck me..." Her tempo increased again and soon she was covering her mouth as she screamed an orgasm into her hand. The release was sweet and welcome, but she was left wanting more. Self pleasuring was no replacement for her husband's cock splitting her open. Though the image of the security guard's dick flashed in her mind again. She shook the thought away, disgusted with herself, and shut off the water. She dried herself off, stepped out of the tub, and wrapped a towel around herself. It was short on her, made worse by her prodigious bosom, barely covering her nether regions. But clean, she left the bathroom. She'd change when Ben would step into the bathroom after her. Whenever that might be. Back in the main room she went to her bag to retrieve her husband's journal. She bent at the waist when she bent over, unthinking that Ben might be watching, exposing her bare pussy and ass while she rummaged through her backpack. When she stood back up she settled onto the bed and began going over Max's notes for anything about Carthage.
"Yh~!" Beatrice moaned as Benett grabbed and twisted her nipples. She shuddered as Layla grabbed her chin and turned it. Despite not doing much, she came out threatening. The MILF shuddered, as the man squeezed her nipples even more. The sensations spread through her breasts, current bolting to her head and her pussy. She started grinding her thighs, as her sex juices started leaking. "Yes~!" She answered.
As her hands leave her nipples, Helga's immense chest begins to swing wildly every time she slams herself downwards. "I want it... Suzuki-sama... I want your dick all the time!" Laura simply looks away, not responding to his taunt.
Edward glares at her, as he struggles to push the mafia oaf off of him. "Wait... You're under arrest!" Then, the doors slam shut, Katherine finding a helpful bolt on the inside to lock them in place.
"Are mortals always so perverted?" Taia laughs. "Oh yes, my queen... I swear to serve you all night long." She begins to crawl towards Miriam. Her expression makes it clear that she's doing this out of curiosity and lust, not actual submission, but she doesn't seem like she plans to harm Miriam.
The redhead's makeup begins to run as she tears up from lack of oxygen, but the artifact keeps her from pulling away. Indeed, Dylan feels her tongue still working the underside of his shaft, before her eyes glaze over and he knows she's about to pass out.
Fatima doesn't notice the soldier hiding there, as she closes the door and goes back to the ruins. Natasha observes a handful of multi-colored gems in her hand, as she heads to the ruin entrance. By inserting different combinations of gems into indentations in the wall, she's able to open and close different doors. She manages to memorise some of the combinations, before Natasha's contact enters the chamber, also not noticing Natasha.
Something told Natasha to wait a little longer to see what her contact going to do before she will reveal herself.
As she exits the bathroom, Kelly spots Ben walking back to sit on his bed. The former student is in his underwear, exposing his muscular frame, but even more attention grabbing is the massive bulge in his boxer briefs, standing quite obviously erect, longer than Max's and about as thick as the guard's. Focusing on the notebook, she reads nothing about Anai fleeing to Carthage after the fall of the city, but close to the start Max did note that Anai was an ally of Carthage during the first Punic War, and that a Carthaginian general named Bostar was with her during the siege of her city. He notes that Bostar had a small manse in Carthage, built after the war had ended.
"Of course, you did fail to get it in time..." Layla smirks. "So, while we all spend our night in a hotel, you'll be in the bus. That's fair, right?" She grins. "Oh, and to make sure you don't get too bored while decoding the map..." She inserts a vibrator inside the woman.
"What's that fool doing?" The man sighs to himself while looking for Natasha, before he locks the door behind him and walks up to Fatima. The two trade some words in Persian for a little bit, before the contact holds up a small staff, an artifact by the looks of it. Fatima's eyes go glazed and glassy, as she stops moving. Natasha's contact grins, before leading the now silent Fatima over to the camp beds the researchers have been using, and giving her commands in Persian. The woman strips, as the researcher eyes up her body with clear intent.
The archaeologist moaned as the cold head of vibrator slipped into her, and the control box was slipped into her stocking and secured. Beatrice opens her mouth to answer - but a whimper escapes her as Bennet squeezed her nipples harder. "Good." Layla said as she let go of her, and Bennet removed the cuffs and Beatrice was allowed to put on her clothes. Soon, the group found itself in the hotel, with Beatrice sitting alone in a rented Campervan. She sat over the map and ankh, trying to decode it - she knew the language and history of Anai, so it should be easy for her... "Yh~" She bit her lip, as the egg vibrated in her pussy, leaving her turned on. She shook her head, and returned to decrypting the map.
Spoiler: History Roll D100: 38+20=58 (Pass) Decoding the map proves more difficult than expected. Not because of any trouble understanding the language or the history, but because Beatrice can hear the sounds of debauchery from the hotel outside as the cultist college students fuck and party to their heart's content, the management too scared to try and make them leave, or call the police. Finally, though, she manages to decipher the meaning of the map, and the text written on it. "Finally, I am home." Gregoire wrote upon his return, the words encoded on the back of the map. "The ankh, I have brought with me, for no longer can I be parted with it. The rest, along with the key to the queen's accursed city, is in Jaffa. Reader, if you wish, take the ankh to the gate of the old Egyptian king, but I warn you to be careful, lest your soul be damned, like my own." Beatrice remembers something about how there once stood a gate built by pharaoh Ramses II in Jaffa, though she thinks the one that stands now is a replica. Still, she's discovered her next destination. "Heh..." She hears Gregoire's voice from behind her. "I barely remember writing that. What a fool I was, running from the city' power..." Beatrice feels ghostly hands on her body. "Though power isn't something you have to worry about, slave... You exist merely to serve, and serve you shall..." She feels her breasts being squeezed.
"Mhm~" A light moan escaped Beatrice, as she felt the vibrator work in her pussy. She was somewhat disappointed she could not serve them in the chatedral... on the other hand, she was quite happy to leave that place behind. Briefly, she wondered, whom the students seduced to join their party... was the MILFy owner, the tity maid or some female residents in the hotel... she also wondered what would the cultists do with their partners after they are done with them... just leave them, blackmail them, enslave them, or- she shook her head. She turned back to the map and continued working on it. As she realised that the map was of Jaffa, she quickly loaded the current map of the city and sought common points, trying to locate the next destination. A smile tugged her lips as she realised that she almost had the next clue. Suddenly she felt a chill then she froze as she heard the voice of the ghost. "Power?" She mumbled, then stiffened as she felt her breasts being squeezed. If it was one of her masters, she would obey every command - but he was not. "I shall serve my masters~" She breathed hotly. "Not you. What do you want ghost? To tell me your story? Give a warning? Or to mock me?" She paused... and realised that he was bound to the ankh. "Or do you look forward to returning Queen Anai?"
