Note: If you've read some of the "Getting Directions" series, yes, this is the same Sandra and Chyna from those stories.
Unearthing the orbs had created all kinds of disturbances in the ether-world. This amazing thing in the current age, called the internet, that could find virtually any piece of information could not detect it. But Nick's preternatural senses registered these and he soon found himself on a plane (in first class, of course) to New York City.
Thanks to his unwilling benefactor, whose mummified remains were currently on display elsewhere, Nick had no trouble in acquiring money and identification so he could live a life somewhat akin to his royal existence. What he was mainly missing was a suitable slave, or perhaps several of them. While he had a maid visit regularly to keep his penthouse apartment in good order, he really wished he had some live-in help for the daily things - not to mention serving him in bed.
There had been those girls on the other side of the river from the city where he now called home. Nick had found quite an assortment of them sitting on a hill outside of a lower class neighborhood called a trailer park. It was there that they displayed their young wares to people who pretended to be lost and required directions. It was an amusing charade and Nick found a saucy young blonde girl of ten named Sandra.
When Sandra asked if he wanted a second girl, Nick thought that was quite suitable and they were joined by a pleasingly plump friend of Sandra's named Chyna who was about a year younger. Eschewing the rather seedy motel that Sandra suggested, Nick took them back to his place where a private elevator from the parking garage to his apartment maintained their privacy.
Once inside, the girls were quite impressed with his luxurious accommodations. They were soon even more impressed when Nick, with the aid of a spell, managed to bury his entire prick into their sultry little pleasure holes. First it was Sandra who was riding his meat, gasping and undulating as her slim body took the man's massive tool though the stretched mound of her bald pussy.
Nick enjoyed exploring her all over, especially the tiny areas of white skin amidst her golden tan. After making Sandra's pink nipples erect within the small triangles of paleness on her chest, he gripped and kneaded the preteen's milky little rump while he pounded her up and down on his dick. Sandra had two orgasms before the third came to life as he pounded her body with his semen.
While her friend was lying in a daze, Chyna squealed lustfully as Nick's cock drilled deeply between her plush buttocks. While gripping her round little torso, Nick hammered the nine year-old's ass, making her jiggle all over and cum as well before he washed her snug little rectum with his thick jism.
Alternating between the pair, Nick satisfied himself five times with each girl, using each of their holes once or twice before depositing them back on the hill. The dazed pair waddled their way up the slope, each lewdly throbbing all over and a few hundred dollars richer. Although he looked forward to future visits, Nick wanted a permanent girl or two...or more.
He had heard of some opportunities to acquire such a girl but had to put those on hold when he sensed a potential rising from the dead. So he was in in the American Museum of Natural History, wearing a costume while standing guard in an Egyptian display. The wax figure he replaced was currently stuffed in one of so many storage rooms in the warren of the museum's basement levels.
Amrop had been a greedy and degenerate priest of some cult who, when finally brought to justice, had been burned alive. As a lesson to those who might follow him, Amrop's ashes had been poured into a vat of liquid gold that was then laid out to cool as a tablet with inscriptions warning of the dangers of false holy men.
Said tablet, Amrop's eternal resting place, was on display in the museum. But with the emergence of the orbs, Nick had sensed a disturbance and feared the priest, who had been dead more than two hundred years before he had born, might somehow be trying to emerge from his prison of precious metal.
Now Nick stood in plain view as he maintained his vigil, sensing that Amrop's resurrection was getting close. Wearing the costume the dummy had been wearing, Nick added a dagger that had been blessed during a rare alignment of the moon and three other planets. Feeling the presence of a powerful weapon in the bowels of the museum, he had found it in the archives office where one of the librarians used it to spread some kind of paste.
Nick was not sure what to make of the mysterious substance on the blade. After sniffing it, he was intrigued. And with the first taste, he experienced nirvana. Finding the jar that contained the stuff, he emptied the contents with his fingers and into his mouth before making careful note of what this wonderful substance was.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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