Kim Sawyer cursed silently as she stubbed her foot against the packing crate in the dimly lit basement. Kim, a twenty-two-year old graduate student in archeology, had been assigned to inventory what seemed like an endless number of old field study boxes in the basement of the ancient Natural Sciences building in preparation for their movement to the new Science Studies complex being constructed across campus. Most of the boxes contain materials, notes, and minor specimens from university digs from over a century ago. The majority of the material would go into new storage rooms and be undisturbed for another hundred years, Kim knew.
"Boring, stupid, shit," she muttered. "Another thankless, Friday night spent with dusty boxes and forgotten research. And all because I wouldn't put out for Professor Warren."
Kim had rejected the non-too-subtle advances of the Chair of the Archeology Department. She couldn't stand his bad breath, his leering stares, and his bad manners. The next week she was given this "important and necessary" assignment. Meanwhile, Jennifer Klein, with her long brown hair and big breasts, had no qualms about spreading her shapely legs and letting Professor Warren fuck her on his huge oak desk. Jennifer was scheduled to serve as a Graduate Assistant on the big university dig next month in Egypt. Kim would be spending the next month rooting through moldy boxes and cataloguing notes. "At least I won't have that old goat fucking me all over the desert. I hope they both get sand fleas!"
As Kim reached to move another wooden crate, a smaller box fell to the floor; its top popped off and a small jar rolled out. Kim picked up the jar and the accompanying item tag. Kim read the description: "12th Century Persia. Unremarkable, common clay jar - no inscriptions/designs. J. P. Reynolds, Persia - August, 1882."
J.P. Reynolds had been one of the university's leading archeologists in the early days of field studies. Reynolds had collected a great number of the items that filled the crates in storage, as well as a good many of the items on display in the University Museum.
Kim examined the small jar. It was common pottery with no designs, patterns, or drawings inscribed. "Probable the water or oil jar of some poor slave," Kim thought. She noticed that the wooden stopper was loose. Kim pulled at the stopper. As soon as the wooden plug was removed, Kim's senses were filled with the sweet odor of roses and the sight of a light mist escaping from the jar. In a moment the shimmering figure of a man stood before her.
"What is this?" Kim was startled.
"You have freed me." The voice of the shadow was faint and weak. "So long have I been imprisoned."
"What is this? Who are you? What kind of joke is this?" Kim was puzzled and a little frightened, but her scientific curiosity took over and so she watched, observed, and listened.
"I am Sulan. Long ago my brother, a great magician, imprisoned me in that jar. My brother was the ruler of our clan and he possessed more than a hundred wives and concubines. I enjoyed the pleasures of my brother's women many nights. Many a night I satisfied ten or more women. However, I grew careless and so I was discovered. For my crime, my brother imprisoned me by magic. I am doomed to spend all time in that jar until someone will give me the power to return to life."
"Are you telling me that you are some kind of Genie?" Kim was now annoyed. "This is some kind of bad joke. If you are from some ancient time, how do you speak my language?"
"I do not understand," the shadow responded. "I speak what I feel in my mind. I speak what I see in your mind. Are you willing to give your power to free me?"
"Sure, I'll play along," Kim was now convinced that this was some practical joke worked out by a couple of the tech nerds in her dorm. She looked around the room for a projector or some speakers.
The shadowy figure brightened. Kim could now make out its features. It appeared to be a young man, maybe 25. He was tall, with long black hair and smooth olive skin. He was more than attractive. The shadowy figure moved closer to Kim. She felt a cold quiver right through her body.
Kim looked down at her body in the dim light of the basement. Her clothing was gone. It lay in a heap at her feet. She leaned naked against a wooden crate. "Enough of this shit," she muttered, "This is not funny."
Long shimmering fingers stroked Kim's short blonde hair. She felt a cold shiver as the shadowy fingers traced lines over her bare shoulders and down across her firm, pert breasts. Her nipples were stiff and instantly tender. Kim felt as if the shadow was enveloping her entire body. Cold, shimmering fingers touched and explored every inch of her smooth skin. Kim felt her legs part, involuntarily. A long, presence opened her labia and pulled up the hood of flesh covering her clit. A shutter rocked Kim's body.
She felt as if her body was frozen. A hard, long, icy force entered her wet pussy. Kim willed her eyes to look down. A long, shadowy cock was gliding in and out of her pussy. The shimmering image glistened with the wetness from her pussy. Wave after cold wave ripped from her pussy right across her belly. She began coming as she had never expereinced an orgasm before. Kim lay back across the wooden crate, her small breasts heaved in pleasure.
Suddenly, as quickly as it had begun, the shadowy fucking ended. Kim, still naked, saw the shadow of Sulan begin to re-form. It appeared to have greater substance and less glimmer. "It is not enough," Sulan sighed in despair.
"What is not enough? What is this shit? What are you talking about?" Kim, panting still, began demanding answers.
"I can only be freed though your power, the power that flows from your womanly self. But there is not enough. You obviously are not well experienced in the sexual arts. Now we are both doomed."
"What are you talking about? What do you mean both of us?" Kim was frightened again.
"I am doomed to return to the jar for another hundred years. Because you have joined with me, you will soon become a shadow yourself."
"I don't believe this crap. Is there any way to stop this?"
"You can gain the power to free me and save yourself if, in the time of one moon cycle, you gain pleasure from 101 different experiences and partners. That many experiences will give you the power to save us both. There is hope; my hunger will guide you."
The shadow of Sulan flickered and faded. The mist returned to the jar. The faint scent of roses remained.
Kim, naked and alone in the dark basement, picked up the clay jar and muttered. "Oh, great, less than a month to get fucked over a hundred times. And by more than a hundred partners." A slight quiver poured over Kim's hungry pussy. |