Esha and the Outlaws:Tomb Troubles

By Redhood316

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"Erotic asphyxiation, sometimes life just made it too easy to be bad," Esha thought as she choked the guard just a bit too hard and he passed out with a visible wet stain through his uniform. Normally, Esha was the kind of girl who snuck around and tied up whomever she had problems with. After all, the true strength of character lie in when a person is helpless, she believed. Were they cunning? Defiant? Submissive? At the end of the day there was a certain amount of psychological satisfaction to taking a quick glance into someone's eyes.

But in this case, she wasn't here for pleasure. Today, Esha had a purpose beyond her average pursuits; today she was out to cause a Jailbreak.

Sara Kraft had been locked up once again, this time by the government of Derkistan. Gambling that the rebel forces of IDLE would not overthrow the government and have time to detect and stop her raid of their holy land had the odds in her favor. At least until the forces split off at the silent proximity alarm. Now she stood, nude except her sunglasses in a dim cell with dirt caked into the walls. She was half tempted to test and see if the walls actually were dirt that she could kick through.

Above, Dragon Queen expertly flew a stolen IDLE helicopter. Shabbily built from Cold-War era technology, the wild vibrations of the engine were already surging through her body and had caused a damp spot in her panties. Disgusted, she calmed herself down with how much wetter a whore like Ms. Americana or Got Gal would be at the moment. Assuming they could fly a helicopter.

With a text message from her satellite phone, Esha set the signal to Dragon Queen and smashed the "release all cells" button. For a moment, Esha stood back to appreciate the chaos unfolding on the screens in front of her on the security footage. Dragon Queen was unleashing a payload of missiles at the guard command posts, the prisoners were rioting their way out of the cells and Esha couldn't help but feel a slight excitement at being in so much control of all the chaos. So much that as she gazed down she noticed she was cupping her breast with one hand and her other was tracing it's way down to her slit.

Sara Kraft looked at the chaos around her in abject horror. The doors were open, and hardened criminals were spilling out like a tidal wave against the guards. For a moment, she waited inside her cell in the dark, hoping none of the men would recognize a nude, female prisoner defenseless. But what actually came to her was worse, as she saw the naked silhouette of Esha the Thief standing before her, gazing right into her cell calmly with a menacing look in her eye.

"C'mon stupid," Esha tried to say with her least threatening tone as she waved Sara out of her jail cell. Esha knew she was not the kind of person to be trusted regularly, but her money was on the idea that whatever she could subject Sara Kraft to was much more preferable to what IDLE could do to her. As Sara ran toward her, Esha smiled and tackled her to the ground, covering both their heads.

Behind them, a loud explosion blasted a hole to the outside of the facility from outside the cell. Through that hole dropped a Jeep with guns buckled in. The two dirt covered, naked females instinctively shifted from their face to face position and scrambled toward the jeep, Sara taking the guns and Esha jumping behind the wheel.

The two of them escaped through one of the prison walls out into the desert, which it turned out was made of packed dirt. Looking down at her naked body covered in dirt and at the prison Sara mused aloud, saying "What a missed opportunity" before plunking down into the seat, content that she was safe now.

Sara Kraft was one of the foremost Archaeologists in the world. Her mind, like a sponge for knowledge of ancient civilizations, tombs and traps, was in high demand and short supply in the world. Esha, the world's greatest cat burglar and one time CIA agent was in need of someone with those skills in addition to Dragon Queen's unlimited underworld connections and resources for what she was after.

"The Sarcophagus of Queen Heffertitties" she had once read in a classified CIA file while working for them. Central to the stability of the region, it apparently was made of solid gold and was the training tool of the Queens of Ancient Egypt. An object large enough to encapsulate a woman in solid gold was more than enough motivation for Esha, who had brought Dragon Queen on after enticing her with the promise of an object that would allow her to train and control women.

With Sara Kraft's help, getting into the pyramid and through the traps was a breeze. With a video camera hooked to Esha's head providing a live feed to Sara and Dragon Queen outside, Esha was expertly guided on every step to take, every move to take and even found herself genuinely enjoying some witty banter with her two temporary cohorts.

Finally in the center of the tomb Esha found the Sarcophagus. She smiled as the light gleamed off the gold, still new looking and polished as ever. As she approached, Esha couldn't help but feel strangely drawn to it. Infact the more she looked, the louder her thoughts; urges now, were telling her to walk towards it. In her earpiece, both Dragon Queen and Sara were screaming at her to stop and come back now that she had confirmed it was there. But Esha could hear none of it. And if she could, well one little peek wouldn't hurt, would it?

As she approached and cracked open the lid for a second, the tomb shook violently. Opening the lid even slightly was causing a cave in that was already starting down the hall. Her only means of escape blocked off, Esha looked around in a panic and jumped into the Sarcophagus for protection. The instant it shut, she felt the feed to the outside cut out.

In fact the instant it shut, Esha suddenly felt nude. Instantly, she reached over to her breasts to feel if her bra was still on, but couldn't move a single muscle. Worrying as this was in the back of her mind, Esha couldn't think about it at all. On her shoulders, she felt a light, relaxing massage starting. Waves of relaxation soon turned to pleasure as the casket's massage moved around her body.

As it reached her breasts, Esha cried out in bliss, her nipples becoming erect and perky to the erotic feel of the massage. At her nether regions, she could feel her legs being split open and her inner thighs being massaged warmly. In her bliss, Esha welcomed them gladly. The massage continued from her thighs to work it's way up her nether regions, and began slowly opening the folds of her ass while gently caressing the outer folds of her pussy.

Inside her ass, she felt a warm gel applying while her sphincter was tickled and slowly opened by an invading gold plug. Instantly, she seized up and seemed to snap out of her haze, but was quickly brought back to her state of arousal by a heavier touch to her pussy, now caressing and rubbing circles to her clit, like an expert tongue.

Instinctively, Esha bucked her hips up to meet the assault on her clit, now totally submitting to the ecstasy. Placing herself so that the lubricated tendril could rub and trace small circles around her clit at the right angle, Esha screamed moans unable to control herself.

The coffin moved into phase three, placing a gold phallus at the opening of her slit. The wetness of Esha's pussy almost covered the entire tip just running across the outside, and the heat from her body radiated through the coffin into the dildo, warming it up for it's insertion.

"No! I won't be defeated like..." she screamed as her will came back to her for an instant, like a surge of strength. But as it did she felt the gold phallus push inside her, immediately forcing through the tight muscular ring of her pussy. "No, I won't be...I WON'T BE..." she screamed as the dildo began thrusting, her cries of protest slowly matching the rhythm of the trusts like a broken record until she found she was getting louder. It was building, she could feel the orgasm growing inside her pussy, suddenly threatening to overtake her.

"NOOOOO I'M CLIMAXED" she screamed as she felt her cunt clamp down on the dildo, lubricating it more with her own cum. And in that instant, she was unable to control herself, and her arms, suddenly able to move again, grabbed and pinched her nipples, massaging her breasts in the way she liked it. Instantly, she was unable to control herself, a slave to keep at it despite her own orgasm.

But the insidious machinations didn't stop. The gold phallus in her pussy fucked her deeper, the tendril now had some kind of sucker on her clit that sucked on her clit while it massaged right onto the center digging deeper and deeper into her. The plug inside her ass began to vibrate and she felt warm goo from the lubrication dripping out. The feeling of it turned her on even more, as it felt like a hot, sticky creampie dripping from her asshole.

Worst of all, she had lost control of her own hands as she continued to massage, knead and twist her own breasts in the most erotic way possible.

"I must stop myself! Another climax ammpphlgh..." she tried to cry out before another phallus was sent into her mouth. And suddenly, Esha couldn't help herself at all anymore. She craned her neck to deepthroat the phallus,gurgling to vibrate against it, licking all around the shaft with her tongue. And as she lost her own concentration, she felt herself cum again. This time she squirted hard, coating whatever was left of the phallus in her cum like the rush of a river. It was intense and mind breaking and she felt so good giving into the pleasure like a submissive whore. This was her true character, she thought, giving in.

For hours afterwards, the assault continued. She began to lose her personality, her thoughts of her own, and eventually her own identity as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, the only thing to mark the time the screams of the orgasms until the lid finally opened and she saw daylight finally.

"That stupid whore didn't listen! If I didn't need this so badly, I would leave her there to die and call it a wash!" Dragon Queen screamed in complaint as she dragged the Sarcophagus into the light with Sara Kraft. Sara gave her a stern look in annoyance as they struggled, which Dragon Queen shrugged off. "When we get her off, I'm going to show that bitch what happens to stupid cunts who do not listen! Maybe a few times through my ninja clan will teach her to listen!" She screamed with venom.

But as the sarcophagus found itself completely in the light, the lid raised itself and quickly Dragon Queen found herself with a hand clamped firmly around her throat. Instantly Dragon Queen dropped her half of the coffin and reached her hands around her throat. But it was too late, as Esha already had jumped out of the gold coffin and tackled Dragon Queen to the ground. The dominating sensation sent shivers through Dragon Queen's body, her panties growing hot and moist with each second Esha had her way with her.

Esha slid up and pressed her cunt to Dragon Queen's face, firmer than it ever was before. "Obey, slave. Lick your master" she commanded, almost hypnotized.

Dragon Queen's mind instantly was sent back to her rise when she was dominated routinely by pimps, crime lords, and dominatrixes whoring her out to powerful businesswomen as an exotic Asian flower. And just like before, she eagerly lapped up the pussy in front of her, growing wetter and wetter under the humiliation.

As Esha got closer she wrapped her hand tighter and tighter around Dragon Queen's throat, but as she was on the brink of orgasm she reached back and felt Dragon Queen's now slick, drenched panties sticking to her pussy. And sapped her face, disgusted. The slap only made her moan in pleasure.

Esha, getting up, went to the sarcophagus and pulled out a handled, ribbed, gold phallus. She swiftly walked back while Dragon Queen had folded up to recover and slapped her in the face with her free hand and then kissed her passionately.

For her part, Dragon Queen gave into the kiss and returned with all the fire she could muster. But her mind was still on the pain Esha had inflicted, and as she tried to recover still, she couldn't stop the dominating blonde from wrapping her legs around her stomach in a scissor and laying her on her back.

Esha continued to kiss Dragon Queen passionately, first on her lips, then on her neck, squeezing the air out of her stomach with each breath. With her free hand she pinch, twisted and flicked Dragon Queen's small, sensitive nipples and began slapping them hard as they became erect.

Dragon Queen's tortured screams weren't of pain, however. To her horror, she found herself only getting more and more turned on. She felt a small trail of cum dripping down her leg, and it was beginning to form a spot on the ground. And as she realized the effect of the onslaught, she could only moan in a mix of fascination and pure ecstasy.

Sensing this as the sign to continue, Esha ripped the soaked panties off Dragon Queen's body violently. Massaging the head of the phallus against the pearl of her clit.

And like fire on a gasoline, she found herself completely giving in physically. She bucked and moaned as Esha slipped the phallus against her pussy, she couldn't help herself as she grinded against it. Esha now took her free hand and began furiously rubbing Dragon Queen's clit, which she responded to by bucking and moaning wildly. And in a flash, she felt it coming overpowering her.

"AIEEEEEE I'M CUMMING! MISTRESS I LOVE YOU" she screamed, her pussy gushing, squirting and clamping down on the dildo as her vision blacked out. The possessed Esha stood up, smiling over her handiwork. She felt the sun on her face and knew Ra approved of her work.

And then she blacked out and landed on her face.

Sara smiled holding her commemorative Louisville Slugger from Ms. Americana. That was, perhaps, the most bizarre thing she had ever witnessed. Esha hadn't even bothered looking behind the lid. Quietly closing the lid, she silently thanked the stars that Shield or Omega Woman hadn't been the one inside there.

Esha awoke to find herself and Dragon Queen both strapped down to a bed on an aircraft. Sara Kraft smiled from a chair in the corner and looked at the two of them. She spoke to Esha.

"It looks like we're going to be working together for a while. That sarcophagus was a bust, Dragon Queen is in debt and you are the one with the CIA files on priceless artifacts around the world" she said before glaring over at Dragon Queen, who attempted to scream in protest through the duct tape over her mouth.

That suited Esha just fine, that accursed coffin could go wherever, just as long as it stayed away from her. These two, however...

One floor below, Heffertitties' sarcophagus gleamed as a stray ray of sunshine bounced against it.