He answered her by quickly closing the gap between them and twisting her arms behind her back. “Ow!” Maya screamed. “Don’t hurt me please!” He cackled, “I can do whatever I want
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.
The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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- This story is part of the Ravished in a Flash 2.0 Tournament
- It competes against The Mondina in the Final match
- Theme: There Can Be Only One
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The Pyramid of Atum Ra
Maya read the hieroglyphics of the ancient tome again. Only one may enter the tomb wearing clothing of a slave, for if one could humble themselves then one deserves the treasure. Or something like that. There were a few things Maya couldn’t read, but she was confident she had enough context clues. And it worked out, she had finally found the Pyramid of Atum Ra. Many had tried to find the lost pyramid in the Valley of the Kings. Everyone dismissed the pyramid as a myth or urban legend. Maya believed otherwise. And it turned out she was right.
As Maya entered the pyramid, she rubbed her hands over her arms. It was cold. Wearing nothing but rags a typical slave woman in Egypt wore didn’t help the chill. It was even colder than the Great Pyramid. The reminder of the Great Pyramid made Maya smile at the thought of her rival Ebon wasting his time there. Thinking of Ebon made Maya’s blood boil. Ebon laughed at her…well, all of the other archeologists did, but Ebon laughed the loudest. They wouldn’t be laughing when Maya returned with treasures beyond imagination.
Contrary to popular belief and movies, the ancient pyramids did not contain booby traps like spikes, darts, boulders, or pits of acid. However, Maya knew she still had to be careful of sudden vertical drops and dead ends. She needed to be sure of each step and mark a trail that she could easily follow back. Sunflower seeds served that purpose, Hansel and Gretel style.
For what felt like hours, Maya wandered through the pyramid of Atum Ra. She didn’t encounter any vertical drops, but there were plenty of dead ends. The sunflower seeds were running low too. Maya wasn’t concerned. She could probably return the next day with more ways to mark her trail. No one else knew of the location yet.
A glint caught Maya’s eye just as she was contemplating returning to the entrance of the pyramid. Could it be? Treasure? Yes! As she entered the tomb of Atum Ra, something didn’t feel right. Instead of images of the god Atum Ra, she was seeing images of a serpent. The serpent meant she was in an area honoring Apep, a god that directly opposed Atum Ra.
Confused, Maya looked at the hieroglyphics on the walls. After a few moments she was able to determine the walls said, “There can only be one to enter here. You are not alone.” “But I am alone,” Maya said aloud, puzzled. “Not quite,” a smug voice behind her said.
Maya whirled around to find Ebon grinning at her. He followed her, the bastard. “Damn it, Ebon. Why did you have to follow me, of all the times?” Ebon’s presence somehow made the real tomb of Atum Ra hidden from both of them. But how could the ancient Egyptians have designed something so sophisticated? Unless…
“Who are you, really?” Maya asked Ebon. Ebon’s grin grew wider. “I come from an ancient family that has guarded the pyramid of Atum Ra for thousands of years.” His tone turned prideful, “We have also aided in protecting the secrets of the Great Pyramid. No outsider has ever disturbed the tomb of Atum Ra.” Ebon’s eyes looked daggers at Maya, “And I intend to keep it that way.” Maya gulped and took an involuntary step back. “Wh…what are you g…going to do?” She stammered.
He answered her by quickly closing the gap between them and twisting her arms behind her back. “Ow!” Maya screamed. “Don’t hurt me please!” He cackled, “I can do whatever I want, little slave girl.” Maya mentally slapped herself. She thought it was weird to wear slave clothing to find the entrance to a pyramid but was so obsessed with following the clues that it made her throw caution out the window. The whole thing had been an elaborate trap!
As if he read her thoughts, Ebon cackled again. “My family has lured people here for generations with that book.” Maya yelped as his grip tightened. Ebon continued in his smug voice, “You will bear me a child to continue my family’s legacy after I am gone.” Maya’s eyes widened, “No,” she whispered. She tried to worm her way out of Ebon’s grip, but his hands held her like iron. “No, please,” she begged.
Ebon dragged Maya through a narrow passage that sealed itself behind them with a sound like a closing throat. The air changed to feel older, heavier. The walls here were not carved with prayers or triumphs, but with records. Names. Dates. Lineages stretching back farther than memory. Human lives that were reduced to inscriptions.
Maya was dragged to a pair of wall shackles. The iron bit into her skin as Ebon fastened the shackles to her wrists. She could only move her wrists half a foot away from the wall. Maya strained against the chains, her voice echoing uselessly through the chamber. No one else would ever hear her. She was trapped.
Maya stared at the names etched into the stone as Ebon roughly took her womanhood. As she screamed from the pain she dimly realized they were people just like her. Her screams turned into sobs as the gravity of her situation sunk into her soul. The pyramid of Atum Ra had been found many times before. But no one who found it had ever been allowed to leave.
