Chapter 13: Pupil 13

This time Zara came as early as she could. Aritimi’s smug expression from yesterday was a real pain in the ass. She was sure Aritimi was watching her.

With a quick green flash of light, Zara found herself standing in the training room with Aritimi.

“I was here in time,” Zara said as she noticed Aritimi.

“Who cares?” Aritimi shrugged with a sly smile, “Get ready while I try to choose a partner for you.”

Zara did as she was told and began undressing.

“Hmm, I forgot to mention yesterday, but it looks like you gained some weight. I mean on the parts where it’s not an issue,” Aritimi winked at Zara’s half-naked form.

Zara understood what she meant by this. She felt her clothes were tighter than usual. Her ass seemed to be a little bit bigger. And her breasts also felt larger to the point her sports bra could barely contain them and they were peeking out below, giving her noticeable underboobs.

Removing the tight sports bra felt relieving, but Zara couldn’t ignore the changes in her body. Her breasts were big but luckily, they were still firm.

“I don’t know why this happened. I didn’t change my diet,” Zara wondered.

“Your body just began storing nutrients to give you more biomass,” Aritimi replied.

“Hmm, indeed I noticed that I rarely had to visit the bathroom this week. But this won’t be something bad, right?”

“No, but I will mention this to Margaret. She just arrived yesterday. But let’s focus on your training now. Are you ready?”

“Yes,” Zara sighed.

“Behold! The magnificent and Divine Nefarrah, the Mummy Queen!” she said theatrically as the monster entered the chamber.

Zara took a step back, her eyes widening in shock. The creature before her was not what she had expected. Nefarrah was not the grotesque, shambling horror from the movies but a creature of terrifying beauty.

Nefarrah’s skin was full of life and had a smooth, bronze-like hue, glowing faintly with an ethereal light as though touched by the divine. Her face was unearthly beautiful, with high cheekbones like a noble lady, full lips that were painted a deep red, and almond-shaped kohl-lined eyes that gleamed with an intense golden glow. Her long, flowing jet-black looked like a smooth waterfall of pure blackness, with strands adorned with golden beads and ornaments that jingled softly as she moved.

Her breasts were large and firm, strapped with leather bindings that pushed them up and out, revealing her erect, dark nipples. Her midriff was bare, a flat, toned expanse leading down to a skirt that was little more than strips of fine linen that clung to her hips.

She was also adorned with traditional Egyptian accessories, such as a wide gold collar necklace, bracelets with inlaid turquoise, and a golden circlet resting on her forehead, adorned with a ruby in the shape of an ankh.

Overall, she looked more like a sex goddess rather than the queen of some monsters.

“Um ... hi,” Zara stammered awkwardly, “I thought Mummies were dried corpse-looking monstrosities.”

“Those you can find in Egypt tend to look like what you just described, human,” Nefarrah said, her voice a seductive purr that seemed to resonate through the very air. “But I am Nefarrah, the Mistress of Desires and Nightmares. I am not bound by the limitations of mere mortal remains.”

“Now let’s get to the fun,” Aritimi grinned, “Nefarrah will mummify you with her tentacles.”

“Her, what?”

“These,” Nefarrah revealed and various strips of bandages slithered out from her body from beneath her skin.

“They look like bandages at first sight, but they are skin growths that she can use as tentacles,” Aritimi explained.

Zara sighed deeply, trying to focus on the task rather than the overwhelming presence of the Mummy Queen. The tentacles began to extend, each one glistening with a slick, almost oily substance that made them look both alluring and terrifying.

The first tentacle slithered around Zara’s wrist, tightening gently but firmly. It was surprisingly warm and pliable, not at all like the cold, dead flesh she’d imagined. She watched as the bandage-like appendage wrapped around her forearm, spiraling upward to her elbow. A second tentacle mirrored the motion on her other arm, leaving her feeling both restrained and ... oddly comforted.

As more tentacles emerged from Nefarrah’s body, they began to coil around Zara’s torso. One wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to the Mummy Queen’s voluptuous form, while others snaked around her legs, making her fall to the floor. The feeling of being bound by these living, breathing strips of bandages was both strange and exhilarating. Each touch sent a tingle of pleasure up her skin. She couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp.

The tentacles grew much more bolder, caressing her body with a gentle yet firm grip. One slithered between her legs, teasing her inner thigh before wrapping around her neck, creating a collar of warmth and pressure. Another coiled around her right breast, the soft fabric pressing against her already-sensitive nipple. The sensation was a heady mix of fear and desire, and Zara found herself leaning into the embrace despite her initial trepidation.

Nefarrah’s eyes remained locked onto hers, the golden glow seeming to peer into the very depths of her soul. Her breath was sweet, like incense and spices, and it filled Zara’s nostrils, making her head spin. The tentacles tightened further, cinching her in a delicate dance of dominance and submission.

The tentacle around Zara’s neck grew taut, the pressure increasing slightly, and she realized she could feel Nefarrah’s pulse through it, a steady, seductive rhythm that matched the beating of her own heart. It was as though she was connected to the Mummy Queen, bound by more than mere strips of fabric. The tentacle around her breast began to squeeze, rolling her nipple between its coils, and she felt her breath catch in her throat.

Slowly, but the rest of her body was ensnared in the tentacle bandages save for Zara’s breasts, pussy, mouth and her left eye. Everything else was covered in the tight embrace of the bandages.

“Such beautiful breasts,” Nefarrah murmured, her lips curling into a knowing smile. Then Zara felt the appendages around the base of her breasts getting tighter, lifting them and pushing them together. The pressure grew, and she could feel the fabric tightening, creating a delicious squeeze that made her nipples stiffen even more.

The pressure became higher and Zara could feel her breasts start to get numb and their color started to change, turning a shade of purple. She could feel her heart racing and her breathing getting heavier. Nefarrah’s eyes glowed brighter as she watched the effect her tentacles had on Zara, “You’re doing well, my dear,” she whispered.

Zara felt a warmness spreading between her thighs. The bandage-tentacles tied her legs together tightly while her hands were tied to her sides so she couldn’t touch herself even if she could spread her legs.

Nefarrah stepped closer and squatted over Zara’s head. Her warm, moist center hovered just above Zara’s face. The smell of exotic spices and musk filled the air. With a grace that belied her ancient form, she lowered herself onto Zara’s mouth, the soft mound of her sex pressing against the young hunter’s lips.

Zara’s eyes went wide as she felt Nefarrah’s hand sliding down her body, finding the juncture of her thighs. The Mummy Queen’s touch was surprisingly deft and gentle, her fingers gliding over Zara’s folds before dipping inside. They felt surprisingly soft, almost like a warm, living silk against her sensitive flesh.

The bandages around her breasts tightened even further, the pressure bordering on painful as they became a darker shade of purple. Yet, she couldn’t ignore the fire that burned in her pussy as Nefarrah began to explore her entrance. The sensation was overwhelming, and she felt a whine escape her mouth, muffled by the weight of Nefarrah’s pussy pressing down on her.

Her tongue instinctively licked out, tasting the sweetness of Nefarrah’s nectar. The Mummy Queen moaned in response, her bandage appendages tightening around Zara’s body in pleasure. Zara’s tongue danced around the clit, flicking and teasing the sensitive bud as Nefarrah’s fingers delved deeper into her sex, her thumb circling Zara’s clit with an expert touch that made her hips buck against the floor.

Zara was the first to cum. The waves of pleasure were amplified by the unusual feeling of being bound tightly. Her body convulsed as Nefarrah’s tentacles squeezed her in time with her orgasm, sending bolts of pleasure through her. She could feel the Mummy Queen’s arousal, the heat of her sex pressing against her face, the slickness of her juices coating her tongue.

Zara’s tongue ventured deeper into Nefarrah’s womanhood, the tentacles tightening around her body with every gasp she released. She felt the Mummy Queen’s climax building, the heat of her desire, and the pressure around her body growing with each flick of her tongue. Nefarrah’s thighs quivered against her cheeks, and her breath grew ragged. Zara’s own arousal was palpable, trapped beneath the layers of tight bandages, and she squirmed against her bindings, desperate to find relief.

The bandages around her breasts were so tight now, that Zara was afraid they would cut off her breasts within a minute if this continued.

“Keep going, keep going,” Nefarrah moaned as she rode Zara’s face, her orgasm approaching like a desert storm. Zara could feel the Mummy Queen’s thighs tightening around her head, the musky scent of her arousal growing stronger. Her own body was a maelstrom of sensations: the painful pleasure of her bound breasts, the suffocating pressure of the bandages, and the desperate need for release that grew with each passing second.

The bandage around Zara’s neck loosened, allowing the girl to breathe more easily, but the one on her breast remained relentless. Her nipples felt as if they were on fire, the pain and pleasure combined together.

Before Nefarrah could cum, Zara climaxed again. Her back arched as much as the bandages would allow, pushing her breasts even harder into the tight embrace of the tentacles.

Then it finally happened. Nefarrah began to climax, her golden eyes rolling back in her head as her body spasmed with pleasure. Zara felt the rush of the Mummy Queen’s energy flooding through her, a powerful, ancient force that seemed to fill her very soul. The tentacles tightened even more, causing unbearable pain, as Nefarrah’s juices flowed into her mouth.

Zara gulped down Nefarrah’s nectar, the taste of power and age mixing with the sweetness that coated her tongue. As the Mummy Queen’s climax subsided, the bandages around her body loosened their grip, allowing her to breathe fully once more. Her breasts, however, remained bound tightly, the painful pleasure still resonating through her body.

Nefarrah lifted herself off Zara, her tentacles retreating back into her body.

“You have done well, young one,” she said, her voice still a seductive purr.

Aritimi reopened the portal and sent Nefarrah back.

“Damn it! I thought she will cut off my boobies,” Zara gruffed with her breasts in her hands as she tried to massage the life back into them.

“Hu hu hu! She can be rough sometimes for sure,” Aritimi replied with a laugh and then opened the next portal.

The creature that plopped out of the portal was nothing but a red dildo.

“What the...” Zara examined the creature.

It seemed to be a red dildo, mimicking a big human member, with testicles. Except that there was a small face on the glans with needle-like teeth and a small pair of devil horns on the top. On the shaft, there was a small pair of T-Rex-like arms and a pair of small reptilian feet were sprouting from the testicles.

“What do you think, Zara? Isn’t that Dildo Demon is cute?” Aritimi bent over and patted the monster’s head.

The little monster let out some happy yips as Aritimi stroked its head.

“Okay, let me guess. I will have to use it as a dildo,” Zara said.

“Not exactly,” she shook her head, “I will use it as a dildo.”

Then Aritimi picked the little demon by the shaft and placed its bottom to her pussy. She only had the move it a little bit and then she could release it without it falling to the ground.

“Ta-da! I have a dick now!” she exclaimed.

Indeed, with the monster attached to her groin area, Aritimi looked like a futanari with a big red dick and similarly red testicles.

“How is it not falling out?” Zara looked at the twitching monster.

“Once it makes contact with your skin, it will be attached to you until it climaxes. In the old times, witches often summoned these as sex toys,” she explained.

“So ... you will fuck me with this?” Zara looked at the phallic fiend.

“Later, but first let’s start with some lubrication,” she winked.

Zara sighed and got to her knees in front of Aritimi.

“Open wide,” Aritimi instructed, holding the squirming Dildo Demon up to her mouth.

With a sense of resignation mixed with curiosity, Zara parted her lips, allowing the little creature’s tip to slip inside. The face on the glans writhed and stretched as Aritimi began to pump it in and out, the small arms and legs flailing wildly. The taste was surprisingly not unpleasant, a hint of metal with an underlying sweetness, like a minty toothpaste.

“Good girl,” Aritimi praised her hand on the back of Zara’s head, guiding the rhythm. The Dildo Demon grew larger with each thrust, stretching her mouth wider. The little arms began to wrap around her face, the legs kicking against her chin as the creature grew more excited. Zara’s eyes watered slightly, but she didn’t pull away.

The smell and taste of the monster combined with the scent of Aritimi’s arousal was addictive. Zara found herself craving for more.

“Alright, that was enough foreplay,” Aritimi pulled out the hard cock creature, “Now turn around and get on all fours.”

Without questioning, Zara obeyed, her body still pulsing with the aftershocks of Nefarrah’s embrace. She felt vulnerable, but also oddly eager for what was to come. The Dildo Demon was still fully erect, and the sight of it made her pussy wetter.

“Good,” Aritimi said with a smirk, her hand stroking the monster’s shaft. “Now, hold still.”

Zara felt the Dildo Demon’s face nuzzle against her labia, the tiny horns tickling her sensitive skin. It was surprisingly warm, almost alive, and the sensation was eerie yet exciting. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and felt Aritimi’s hand guide the creature’s shaft to her entrance. The little monster’s face contorted into an expression of pure lust as it pushed inside her, the teeth on its tip grazing her clit.

As Aritimi began to move the Dildo Demon, Zara’s eyes shot open in a mix of shock and pleasure.

The Dildo Demon’s legs began to kick against her pussy as it grew even larger a little bit, its body now fully engorged. Aritimi held onto the base, her hand slick with their combined juices, pumping it in and out of Zara.