A Timeless Voice
Mary Carmichaels lifted her glasses and gently rubbed her straining eyes before glancing at the wall clock, 2115 it read. God, Mike was going to be pissed off. She had been promising him that she would spend less time at work, but here she was again deep in the bowels of the Natural History Museums storage vault cataloguing the most recent findings of an Archaeological dig in Egypt. Her greatest passion from a young age had been the vast history of the Ancient world, so it was only natural that as she reached adulthood she would choose a career in anthropology. Mary was an attractive 24year old, 5ft 8" with fiery red her which was normally tied in a severe bun. She rarely wore makeup and didn't go out of her way to show of her feminine attributes, so at first glance she normally went unnoticed in a crowd. But she had a slim attractive figure with small pert breasts; her best features though were her eyes. They were large and deep grey in colour, hidden behind a pair of silver rimmed glasses, which she had to wear when reading.
Replacing the glasses she looked down at the ledger to the read the inventory number for the last item from this shipment. Item No' 21 A Golden Pendant of unknown origin. She wearily pushed back her chair and rose from the table moving as carefully towards the miscellaneous crates stacked in the corner of the vault. Scanning the various crate numbers she finally found a small wooden box with the serial number she was after. Mary lifted the package, which was no bigger than a cigar box and returned to her seat. She prised open the lid and looked inside, nestled securely in the centre was an ornate golden necklace on which hung a circular pendant. Mary retrieved a small cassette recorder from her desk draw and pressed the record button. She began to examine the jewellery in greater detail. As Mary studied the necklace she would speak into the recorder.
"The Pendant itself is 8cm in circumference and 2cm in thickness, it has been designed in the shape of an eye with the centre piece having been crafted from an unusual green gem."
"It looks like an emerald but has an almost luminescent quality about it."
A very unusual design she thought glancing once again at the wall clock. Mike will probably have gone too bed now, in a bad mood and we will just end up arguing, no use rushing home for that whispered a voice in her head. She shook her head slightly in an effort to clear the cobwebs of tiredness.
"Did I just think that?" Mary mumbled in a slight daze.
"Hmmm, were was I."
"Ah Yes, the pendant seems to have originated during the reign of Ramos II, this due to an inscription, which mentions the witch, queen Anue who was executed by the Pharaoh Ramos II around 560BC."
As Mary continued to study the pendant she noticed a faint glow deep in the green gem. She strained her eyes in an attempt to look closer, it seem to be a swirling pattern which looked like it was moving.
"Mary look deeper"...
A small voice whispered in her mind.
No it was her imagination.
But that pattern is so beautiful and relaxing look how it changes, I... must rest just for a moment...
"Mary, Mary, Mary..."
"What who's that."
The words were barely audible as they slurred out of Mary's mouth, she couldn't look away from the pendent. A strange tingle started to run through her body, slowly building in momentum, a pleasant relaxing sensation. It ran up and down her entire being stimulating her nerve endings and sending small bolts of pleasure to her erogenous zones. The sensations continued to build and Mary's body reacted accordingly. Her nipples became rock hard and strained against the white cotton bra, visibly showing through her blouse. She could feel herself getting wet between her legs as the sensations intensified, she had s desperate need to touch herself and release the pressure but her limbs wouldn't obey her.
"Mary look deeper, deeper, deeper" the sibilant voice whispered again.
And she did, no longer curious about the voice her thoughts revolved around the glowing gem and the wonderful feelings she was receiving.
Mary's breathing quickened and small moans escaped her lips, but still she was unable to move or look away from the gem. A tiny voice in the back of her mind was screaming warnings, but another voice, a woman's voice demanded her full attention and soon the warnings faded and were no more.
The voice spoke to her more often now, it coerced her and promised her power beyond her wildest dreams if she surrendered to the gem as it spoke jolts of pleasure shot through Mary's body bringing her close to the edge of orgasm, but never quite reaching her peak. She trembled and gasped as her pleasure zones were overloaded with sensations.
She needed to cum, why couldn't she cum her mind screamed from the ecstasy of the assaults.
The voice offered her release, but she would have to pay a price.
"Will you pay my price, say yes and we will be as one, pleasure, power all will be ours for the taking."
"Say YES Mary, say yes."
"I... No... Can't, must CUM, need to Cum, Nooo... Nnnn..."
"Say the word Mary and I will let you cum."
"Nooo, Gasp, I... Uhhh, No, what's happening..."
"Uhhh can't... Oh... YES!"
As she screamed out her surrender the gem pulsed brightly and beam of green light shot out and into Mary's eyes. Mary screamed in pleasure and flew back of her chair landing roughly on the concrete floor. Her torso writhed and jerked as multiple orgasms wracked her body, each one stronger than the last. She had never known pleasure so intense, it swept through her body and soul wiping away any semblance of intelligent thought. Then the world went black as her consciousness slipped away.
Her mind had shut down from the massive sexual stimulation. In the vault the silence, was only broken by the shallow breathing of the fallen anthropologist.
John Goodman had been a security guard at the museum for 10 years, he was 41 years old and in reasonably good shape. He had been happily married to Amy for 19 years and they had two teenage daughters Jessica and Katrina. He didn't need the job he had made a small fortune in the antiques trade and had retired 5 years ago. However he soon got bored at home and so started work at the Natural History museum. He liked his job it gave access to many of his interests without the crowds of people seen during the day. It was 2230 and he was finishing his second patrol of the evening, John new Miss Carmichaels was working late tonight, so he left the downstairs vault alone, knowing that the anthropologists didn't like to be disturbed when engrossed in their work. As he approached the rest room he heard a loud piercing scream echoing from the vault stairway. Stunned for a moment at the sudden intrusion in the museums normally graveyard like quietness, John's brain went into overdrive, it must be Miss Carmichaels, and she must have had an accident.
John rushed to the rest room and grabbed a first aid kit then sprinted for the stairs leading to the vault. The screaming stopped as John reached the bottom of the stairs and only the deathly quiet remained, not a good sign he thought.
John opened the vault door and entered the large room, the lights were still on so it probably wasn't electricity, he looked towards the far end of the room were the new crates were normally stacked and could make out the prone figure of Mary Carmichaels, lying behind the big oak desk.
He quickly made his way across the room and knelt down beside the prone figure, placing his fingers on her neck to check for a pulse. Good he thought, she's still breathing, he then studied the stricken woman to see if he could identify the problem. Mary lay on her back, with her arms and legs spread apart, her long tweed skirt had risen up and exposed her thighs and white lace panties. Her blouse had come loose from her skirt and the top two buttons had snapped of revealing a nice cleavage. He could see the outline of her nipples poking through the blouse. Her skin was hot, flushed and sweaty and her breathing was slow and rythmatic which only helped to accentuate the rise and fall of her breasts. John felt a twinge of arousal looking at the prone woman, he had always found her attractive from afar, but up close lying helpless like this was having obvious effect on his body.
He quickly subdued it, feeling guilty for thinking such thoughts whilst she was in distress.
If Amy could see me now, she'd have a fit. That, girl is young enough to be your daughter, she would say. John has always been faithful to his wife, but that didn't mean he couldn't look? Distracted for a moment he didn't notice the slight tremor running through the prone body.
Suddenly Mary's eyes opened and she exhaled a long slow breath before she sat up sharply. John almost jumped with her sudden movement,
"Uh Miss Carmichaels are you all right, I heard a scream and found you lying here."
Mary turned and looked at him her face was totally impassive, but he was struck by the colour of her eyes, he was sure that she had greyish coloured eyes but now they were a bright luminescent green.
She didn't answer him but continued to rise to a standing position; then she strode purposely towards the oak desk.
John stood up and followed her trying to make sense of what was happening. As he approached he noticed that she had picked something of the desk and draped it round her neck.
"Ahh Miss Carmichaels I really need to know what happened, do you need a doctor, were you assaulted?"
.... There is more of this story ...