Lord Anubis stood outside the chamber of his battery. Long years had passed since the ritual that entombed her alive. He had need. 

Drones moved the ancient stone. The sigils on the exterior indicated that , once upon a time, a strong mistress had been mummified as a sacrifice to his power. But that woman was long gone. He strode to her tomb, opened it, and looked within. The battery inside made the most precious and desperate begging sounds when it realized that its master was nearby. This was no strong mistress. This was something precious. 

He rubbed a hand over the mask, removing it as he had so many times before. Glassy eyes met his gaze. He rubbed his hand over her form; he grabbed her by the chin. He let her suckle on his thumb. He let her feet alive. Today was different. 

The battery was to be used. Electricity, metaphorical and literal, was in the air as he withdrew her from her case. Still layered, but with all of her curves accessible, Anubis took a long look at her. She was devoted to him now, in mind and body both. She was useful to him. She was going to be rewarded. 

The woman was gone. Only the battery remained. Her mind raced with new and exotic stimuli as the Lord Anubis placed her head at waist height. He didn’t need to say anything; she didn’t need to speak. He ordered her face covered save for her mouth, and obedient drones promptly had her hooded. Heavy fingers slipped over her face as he brought her closer to his waist… closer… closer…

She thought it was a dream. But her mind had been morphed, changed. She couldn’t even imagine something like this. It was something more. A whole new experience she couldn’t have fathomed. 

Closer. Closer. He rubbed her against his rubber-sheathed manhood. She squealed. 

She took in deep breaths, inhaling his musk, his power, absorbing the room. There was nothing for her of note, nothing worth imagining save for her soul-bound master. Her mouth opened wide. Lord Anubis filled her up, the long-awaited use of so many years. Her mouth bulged with his manhood, cheeks swelling and tongue depressed as she eagerly, eagerly, desperately enjoyed him. 

Over. More. More. Please. Her brain was something far beyond human. It was just a processor that took in lust and put out need. A battery indeed. An object for him; meat to be used, to be filled, packed up with everything that Anubis was. 

He didn’t wait until he was done to let her have fun as well. His bulging strength wasn’t the only fun she was allowed to have. It was time for something eons in the making. 

He withdrew from her, and in that moment, a universe was created. A seal was broken. An intensity she’d fantasized about, imagined, but had long since stopped thinking possible; a new world, a new plane of existence. Her orgasm was so intense that she felt like she was about to break free of her heavy rubber encasement, to pounce the noble lord, pin him down, and keep going. She wasn’t strong enough, but the thought crossed her mind. 

The battery’s orgasm was shattering. All the pride of the human who had been entombed years ago fell away in its earthshaking power. Her legs quivered. Her toes curled. Her entire body shook involuntarily, shivering with erotic power. She groaned, high-pitched guhs and nnghus and escalating sounds as she reached the peak and rode it down. Energy and warmth spread from her core going outward. The Pharaoh was using her, and using her. Energy sapped from her body, her soul interlinked with his, all the more now. Raw pleasure, carnal and basic, was converting her into something more fitting and useful to him; less and less a ‘person’ and more and more shaped in his image, an object of rubber, gold, and lust. 

Quivering lips were still sucking as she moaned. The orgasm was  a reward, but it was no end. She kept riding it, the aftershocks and his magic sending her into another quivering mess shortly thereafter. When his strong hands grabbed her head, shoving it closer, deep-throating her further, the battery found herself plunging once again past all known levels of bliss into something darker, stranger; abyssal and primal levels of obedient need. 

Lord Anubis smiled behind his jackal-mask. He pet her face as he finished. Yes, it was good, it was special. And obviously it could neve be let go. A creature this powerful was doomed to be his battery for a long time more. And that meant many more long weeks and months of edging, of training and attunement. She didn’t know how horrible the heights of pleasure would go; how the long days of constant arousal and slumber would slowly reshape her further. She didn’t know, but she soon would. 

The jackal-masked god ordered his drone-servants to his side. This battery was special. It would be taken from its tomb and brought to a room for dressing and storage. He knew that one day soon, he’d venture out into what some considered the ‘waking world,’ and while there he would have need of a battery. A source of power; a connection to home, away from home. But to do that, she’d need to be charged. 

“You are mine,” he said to her. “You are joined to me. My devotee.” 

Anubis ran a hand over her mummiform, gently rubbing his thigh and body against it. Yes, yes, how lovely it would be to edge and hump her, to fuel her for later. He was already getting ideas on how to charge his battery, and already looking forward to using her again. In his mind’s eye, he imagined seeing the lewd, glassy eyes of a rubber-addicted goddess, utterly needy and ensorcelled to him and his musk. He was already awaiting a moment to crown his priestess and use her once again.  

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