Page 41 of Pandora: Alien Games

Again, I turned my head to the right and to the left. “Where’s Hecla?”

May knelt, then bowed deeply with her forehead touching the ground. I sat in front of a tall throne built of blue stone encrusted with jewels. It stood a few feet above the floor. A white sculpture of the man I made love with thronged over the entire room.

“That is Lord Hecla, our beloved dead pharaoh. He left this world one hundred years ago.”

“No, he didn’t.” I felt the dampness between my legs but ignored it. My pussy and my ass were still raw from the invisible dicks that penetrated me again and again.

“Pandora, please. We must get out of here. You probably hurt yourself during training. I can’t step in and you shouldn’t be here. If Princess Kya finds out, I can’t imagine her wrath.”

I walked out of room and toward a terrified May. The door closed behind me as if pushed by an invisible hand.

“Is that his tomb?”

“No. Our pharaoh Hecla was the last ruler who entered the Pyramid of Doom. He was one of our most beloved rulers. There is no one else like him. He wanted to find the technology of the ancestors that would allow us to travel to the stars again, but he never returned. His mourning widow created this sanctuary for him. She wanted a room where her soul could meet his in the hours of need and sadness. This room was sealed shut and the entrance code lost with his dead queen. I don’t understand how you could open the door?”

May threw me an inquiring look that I had no answer for. What could I say? I felt a pull toward the door and Hecla himself invited me in? It sounded too crazy even to my ears.

“Hmm.” My mind became lost in a daze. How could I open the door to a room that was sealed shut? More than that, the kisses and shared with Hecla and the orgasm I felt was real or, better yet, the cascade of wild orgasms. He was real. Nothing about him seemed fake or a figment of my imagination. I had no idea I could even imagine anyone like that.

May walked me back to my room. A tray of delicious fruits, meat, and candy awaited me on one of the small tables.

“You should eat and get some rest before the afternoon training.”

“May, wait.”

May was so distant and stern, as if her personality had shifted one hundred and eighty degrees. “Yes?”

“What’s wrong? Listen, I’m sorry I fucked up and entered that room.”

May’s shoulders slumped and her pretty, androgynous face changed to one of calm and sadness. “You have less than two weeks until you will enter the Pyramid of Doom and the Arena of the Game. You have no idea who’s there, who you will face, and what could happen to you. Do you understand? I worry for you because you are my friend and you have a good soul, Pandora.”

I wrapped my arms around May and leaned my had on her strong, muscular chest. “You’re a good person. But there’s nothing I can do about it. Let’s face it, I won’t turn into a great fighter in two weeks. I’ll do what I can to learn something, but what I can learn is limited by the short amount of time and by my biological limits.”

May nodded. She kissed me on both cheeks, turned, and left.

I was alone in this beautiful space that was larger than the entire engineering area of the space station. There was no sense in moaning over my situation. Entering the Games was necessary, so I sat down on a pillow and nibbled at my lunch.

Hassym

Damn Pandora! Why did I agree to train her? She’s useless. She has no ability to defend herself. From all the weapons she could have picked, she chose a small dagger that fits into her hand and would do no damage to a real adversary. What made me accept May’s offer? I should have told her to shove her potion up her ass.

I walked next to a mirror so I could see myself as a Bastet—an enemy. The war between the Anubis and the Bastet stopped a while ago, but that doesn’t mean we’re friends. There was a reason the Anubis tribes lived and thrived out there on the sands, in the open, claiming the Oasis as home, while the Bastet preferred the city with its walls and crowded, tiny streets. They allow us to stay here because of Ashok. He became a planetary hero after he survived the Games. The house my brothers were in now was part of the spoils of being a victor.

Sigh. Was I wrong not to tell Ramy and Edoo what I planned? They might have supported my decision.

A hard prang of pain hits me. The reason I decided not to tell anyone is because I know I can’t help Pandora. I know she’ll die. I’m certain of it.

I look down at my body, then jumped from one obstacle to the next, landing easily and with grace. The moving blades don’t touch my body. It’s so easy it’s ridiculous.

Pandora said something that stuck with me and grates on the substance of my soul. She was not a warrior like the Anubis women. She skin was soft and her body weak. But she talked about electronics.

I needed to leave the palace. It made no sense to stick around and imagine how they intended to kill Pandora, creating images of her dead body that filled my mind. I decided to do something. I’m not the type to sit around and wait.

The streets bustled and hustled with activity. Vendors walked around with their carts and called out their merchandise. I wasn’t looking for something random. I searched for Dadoo. He was my only hope.

I eventually found it on a side alley off the main street. Dadoo’s store looked like a huge collection of junk. At least, that’s how it appeared to me. He was a Bastet, one of the few I had a good relationship with, and I looked forward to seeing his reaction to my new look.

I stepped through the door and a ping greeted me.

---