Terror gripped Kelly as the bullets flew and she ducked down in the car trying to make herself as small as possible. When Michael told her to get out and talk to the robed man she thought he'd lost his mind. She wouldn't, she couldn't! But then she thumbed her wedding ring and her eyes caught the diamond encrusted ring and she thought of Max. She took a couple of breaths and whispered. "...okay..." she kissed the ring "I love you Max..." "Okay!" she shouted towards the figure and opened the door to the vehicle. "I'm coming out and I'm unarmed!" She stepped out of the vehicle and put her hands in the air, her top, still at least a size too small, rode up on her chest and exposed the underside of her boobs. The fabric still covered her nipples, but only slightly. Hands up, she walked slowly but steadily towards the robed man.
Luke's scream from falling off the platform turned into a groan as he finally landed on solid ground. Checking himself for any broken bones, he looked around the chamber he had landed in. He had a bit of an uneasy feeling as he saw the decorations and furniture, they didn't seem to belong to the old palace. The smell was certainly preferable to the stale air of the lower passages. With a start, he turned as it was apparent he wasn't alone. He was speechless for a moment, looking at the woman in disbelief, 'I'm... very, very confused. You saved me? Where or what is this place? Are you another spirit?' He looked at the bandages she was wearing, blushing a little as he gazed at her large breasts contained by them, 'A mummy?'
Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: 32+20= 52 (Minor Success) Natasha strides forth across the marble floor of the temple, her boots clanging against the stones, and grabs hold of Samva. However, pain seems to mean nothing to him - she feels something crack as she holds him, and has to shift her stance to keep him in place. Suddenly, he hears a rumble, as the floor begins to move.
"Aaah..." Eloise moans as he removes the plug. "I'll show you that there's more to sex than just youth..." She rubs her ass against him, skirt riding up her waist.
"We were paid two grand." The largest boy says. Doing some quick math, she guesses that that means about a thousand dollars US. "We'd need more than that. Unless you were gonna offer us something else..."
Getting closer, she sees that the man is elderly, face worn and creased by years in the desert. His demeanor is calm, and about as non-threatening as it can be, for someone who just had Kelly's party shot at. Actually, his eyes drift down to her tank top, enjoying the sights, before finally returning to her face. "You're trespassing on holy ground." He says simply. "Turn back - the city has nought to offer you but misery."
“Well, we got the info, so we should be ready to go soon, unless something happens in the last moment.” Miriam told him and pretended not to notice his jealousy.
"I did save you." She nods, her expression kindly and reassuring, smile making feel like everything's okay. "That's a lot of questions, but I suppose I get it. This is a little travelling home I like to keep. I believe a theoretical physicist might call it a 'pocket dimension' or something like that." She shrugs. "I'm not a spirit. I'm very much alive. Here, have a feel." She leans forward, inviting Luke to touch her, though not specifying where. If he takes the offer, he feels that her skin is perfectly smooth and unblemished. At his last question, she giggles heartily, a joyous sound that makes him instinctively want to make her laugh again. "No, I'm not a mummy. I suppose I get why you might think so." She tugs at the bandages, which has the effect of jostling her chest around, the sight pleasant to Luke's eye. "I'm Vasha, sweetling." She extends a hand.
"Holly shit, everyone grab something and hold tight!" Natasha comand as she try to hold columne, letting go Samva.
"...Right." Ben sighs, uncomfortably. Bast approaches, entirely professional now that the fun is over, though Taia seems reluctant to stop playing. "Alright, I'm booking a flight to Egypt. I'm guessing you're coming too?"
“Yep! No reason not to travel together, since we seem to be going to the same place, at least for now.” Miriam smiled at her new companions. And it will be safer, too. She leaned in to whisper in Taia's ear, so that the other two won't be able to hear. “Don't worry, pet, we'll get to play more later... but for now we really need to get going.”
Natasha tries to cling to the column, but the harder she clings, the more slippery it seems to get. Suddenly, her hands come loose and she's falling into darkness. She feels herself bump painfully against something, and then something else, before there's one last impact, and she falls unconscious. She wakes up an indeterminate amount of time later, eyes registering dim lamplight. She's in a long hallway lined with bookcases, stretching out as far as she can see. Luckily, she feels that her AK, pistol and grenades weren't dislodged by the fall. "Are you okay?" Natasha spots a man approaching her, not unfit in appearance, but seeming to be more of the bookish type, especially since he has a book or two in his hands and thick robes. She initially takes him for a youthful man, but as he gets closer she guesses he's in his thirties or possibly early forties, he's just aged well. "Here." He puts down a book, and extends a hand to help her up. "Dr Maxwell Hanson, at your service."
Spoiler: Seduction Roll D100: 76 "I think you know." The big guy starts to move closer. "My place is just down there." He gestures with his head to a small apartment building. "If you want, you can come with us, and when we're done, we'll stay there, and you can come back here, to find the place unguarded."
Western Egypt After a short plane trip, and a drive across the desert, Miriam and co find themselves in a small town near the airfield that Ben and Bast's companion landed at. The flight controller came through for them, arranging a meeting between Miriam and the man who rented out the supplies to the gangsters, to take place at a local club.
"Oh trust me, I know that." Mori hummed, placing the butt plug in the sink. He grabs his cock, aligning it towards her now open asshole. "I do hope you've used the right size of toys." He whispered, prodding her sphincter with his large cockhead. The smuggler starts gently easing himself inside of her, his thick shaft spreading her like no toy ever could.
Beatrice opened her mouth, then closed it. "That is... acceptable deal." She said nodding slowly. "A moment, I just need to send a message to my friends, that I will be late." She made a few steps and explained the situation to Cody, then returned back to the three young men. "Okay, lead the way." She said with a small smile.
“Well, here we are. It's even hotter than I expected, but it's not unbearable, at least not yet.” Miriam commented once the group reached Egypt. “Shall we go meet the man who hopefully has the info we need to find your friend? Or would you like to have a quick look around town first?” She looked at Ben and Bast.
Natasha groans of pain as body response after falling. Luckily for her, she didn't break anything or get lost, so it wasn't the worst scenario. "Ugh... Natasha, thank you." She said managed to get up with help of mistery men. "Where are we? And where is rest of my crew?"
"They don't really come that biiiig..." She groans as his length splits her apart. "God that cock is nice..." She presses back.
