The Exhibition of Hathor Anderson

 

Hathor Anderson was busy preparing for the new museum exhibit on ancient Egypt. She was the resident Egyptologist, and had been tasked with making sure that it opened on time. For Hathor, it meant long hours, with little or no thanks, and the money she was paid surely didn’t begin to cover it. But for her, it was a labor of love. She had even taken to sleeping some nights in her office, so that she could use her commute time as extra time to work on the exhibit. It was three in the morning during one of those nights, and Hathor was seated at her desk, face down on her desk asleep. A cold, half-drunk cup of espresso sat to one side. Hathor opened her eyes, and what she saw made them open wide. Her head shot up off her desk because of what she saw. A young, virile, handsome Egyptian ironworker stood before her. Her eyes raked over his muscular body hungrily. She could see most of it, for all her wore was a white loincloth at his groin, and even that left little to the imagination. Hathor stood up, and walked over to him. She reached out to touch him, just to see if he was real. She shivered as her fingers brushed his arm. “What manner of dress is this, Princess Hathor? Is this another attempt by you to hide from me, your Priest and future Husband? Get out of those things NOW, and stand naked before me, and perhaps I will not bend you over my knee for punishment!”, he bellowed furiously at her. Hathor froze. He knew her name! This had to be a weird dream…. She yelped when he grabbed her wrist, and drew her to him. “Very well, I shall take them off myself. But you were warned what would happen if that was necessary.”, he told her. “Wh---who are you?? “, Hathor stuttered, struggling as he began ripping off her clothes. “You jest, Princess surely. I am Ahmose, and you belong to me. Or will very shortly. I grow tired of waiting for you.”, Ahmose answered. Before she knew it, all she was wearing was a pair of pink lace panties, and she was face down over Ahmose’s lap! She yelped when he delivered a hefty slap to her backside. She whimpered when he pulled her panties off, and the subsequent slaps were to her bare bottom. “Let me go!!! I don’t know who you think you are, but you CANNOT do this to me!”, Hathor cried. But the more she struggled, the tighter he gripped her, and the harder he spanked her. “I can do as I please with you, my errant bride! I intend to do a bit more than just spank you. But this will do for a start.”, he told her. Ahmose paddled her until her backside was aflame. Hathor breathed a sigh of relief when he stopped…..it was finally over. She let Ahmose pull her up from across her lap. She rubbed her stinging backside, and Ahmose laughed. “Now that you have learned to obey me, let us proceed with making you my wife in truth, Princess Hathor.” Hathor backed up a little when Ahmose stood up, and dropped his loincloth to the floor. “Now, wait a minute! I don’t know what you have in mind, but I’m not your wife, and I’m….I’m a virgin!”, Hathor protested, even as Ahmose had her backed up against her desk, and one of his knees was keeping her legs open while he eased between them. “Yes, I know you are a virgin, Princess. I expect nothing less of my wife. Do not worry…..I will give you little pain when I possess you. The pleasure I give you after the pain will be worth it.”, he promised, kissing her and squeezing her breasts, as his erect cock prodded her virgin slit. “Don’t!”, Hathor begged, but it was too late! She felt a stabbing pain, and he was already inside her, moving. She tried to push him out of her, but he was buried in her. “Now, sweet wife, there is no need to struggle now! You are mine…. Time for pleasure…”, he murmured in her ear as he moved a little faster and harder. Hathor felt heat and passion like she had never known, and by the time Ahmose finished their first sex together, she whimpered in protest when he slid out of her. “Do not fret, sweet wife… I shall use you often and well. I want to learn every inch of your body.”, he told her. He wrapped her in his arms, and they fell asleep, entwined together. Hathor awoke with a start. But instead of being in the arms of Ahmose, she was at her desk. Even the cold coffee was still there, and she had on her skirt and silk blouse. She was a little disappointed to realize that it had only been a dream. But just then she moved a little in her chair, and her backside moved against its leather cushion. She whimpered. Even through her clothes, her backside was sore….as though she had been well spanked. It was then she became aware of an unaccustomed soreness between her thighs. She slipped her fingers inside the waistband of her skirt, and inside her lace panties, and she realized that Ahmose had deflowered her. Had it been a dream? Was Ahmose a ghost? It seemed impossible; how could a ghost have done the very real things to her that he had done?? It was true that Ahmose had spanked her, and then forced her to submit to him sexually, but it was the stuff of Hathor’s private fantasies. She had been treated like an Egyptian Goddess by Ahmose. Hathor worked late every night that week, and to her utter frustration and deep disappointment, her Egyptian ghost husband did not visit her again. Finally, on Friday night, she stayed all night, and ended up falling asleep at her desk, as she had the night that Ahmose had ravished her. When Hathor opened her eyes again, she was startled, for she wore Egyptian dress. A white linen sheath, gold sandals, and a gold and lapis-luzi collar around her neck. Ahmose came walking towards her and took her hands in his. “I see that you have finally come home to me of your own free will, my Princess wife. That is very good. No spanking for you tonight, my wife, only bliss.”, Ahmose said, as he led her to their bedchamber for a night of passionate lovemaking. “Yes, Husband, I am ready to be yours now. I will never leave you again.”, she promised, as Ahmose, now that they were alone, lowered her to the bed, and pushed her sheath up above her hips. He was deep within her before she knew it, making love to her. The disappearance of Hathor Anderson was the talk of the museum when the exhibit opened two days later. But so were the beautiful, but explicit, ancient drawings of Ahmose making love to his Hathor…… ReplyForward