The Temple of the Fertile Womb

This is not my usual kind of story. My dear friend Flubber and I have collaborated to create the tale of a thirty-something female archaeologist, and her adventures on an expedition to Egypt.

This story is exactly that, a story, a novella. It contains some very embarrassing nudity and a bit of masturbation, as well as a little girl-girl kissing.

But there is no porn in this story! If you're looking for porn, please look elsewhere, you'll find lots of it here on Literotica. But if you'd like to read an adventure story, something along the lines of Indiana Jones, please read on.

This story was inspired by Andy McDermott's novels about the accomplished archaeologist Nina Wilde, and her husband Eddie Chase. These novels are particular favorites of both Bobbie Kaye (Cutie), and her friend Flubber.

California Cutie and the Temple of the Fertile Womb

By Bobbie Kaye (Cutie) & Flubber

Chapter 1

Cutie immediately noticed three things when her mind finally regained consciousness.

One was the relentless pounding taking place inside her skull. Which in turn caused her, with what felt like a monumental effort, to bring her arm up and lay it across her face in hopes of blocking any light from filtering through her eyelids and aggravating her headache further...although she thought it unlikely that her head could possible hurt any more than it did at this moment.

The second was that it was unbearably hot in the room. She knew that if it was this hot now, she had overslept, meaning the sun had been up for at least several hours, putting her way behind for her planned excursion into the vast Egyptian desert this morning.

The third was the realization that she was completely naked. Sleeping in the buff was not necessarily unusual at home, whether alone or with a lover, but she could not recall ever having done so while on one of her archeological quests, as she was on now. Then again, it hurt too much to think right now, so maybe that wasn't as true as she'd like to believe.

Cutie lay there for quite some time, knowing she needed to get up, but her body was not cooperating in the slightest. She felt lethargic, more so than she could ever recall. With no other options at the moment, she tried to construct the events of the prior night in her mind with hopes of discovering how she came to be in such sorry shape this morning...

The town she was in was called El Nerfu, an insignificant blip on the map two hundred miles southwest of Alexandria that only existed due to the small ore mining operation located there. The town was mostly made up of miners, but occasionally it housed archeologists such as herself on their way to and from dig sites, the sporadic caravan crossing the desert, or as a place of refuge for those suddenly caught in the fierce sandstorms that could sometimes last days out here in the immense western desert. With most of the archeological work concentrated in eastern Egypt, there were only a few other excavation teams in town, which suited her just fine, as that meant there were fewer people that may recognized her or to take interest in what she was doing there.

She'd spent the evening downstairs from her hotel room in the local cantina called The Camel's Hump, aptly named as it was the last watering hole for hundreds of miles in any direction, so if you didn't stock up on water here, you weren't going to make it very far.

Normally before setting out on a routine dig, she would be spending the time in her room going over notes and planning out her schedule down to the smallest detail. But this was no routine dig, and she was far too excited to be cooped up in her room on the eve of what might be her greatest discovery yet.

This was her fourth trip here, and hopefully her last. The three previous times she had been here looking for the same site, however she had come up empty. But she was sure this time she would find what she came here for (conveniently forgetting that she had been just as sure the previous times as well).

She sat at the bar with her back to the "entertainment", or she should say what passed for it in this town. It was some god awful band with a lead singer who couldn't seem to keep in rhythm with the music and had a voice so raspy that it could only come from smoking several packs of cigarettes a day. She didn't expect they could book the likes of Katy Perry or Taylor Swift, but there had to be someone better. Heck, she'd even be willing to listen to Vanilla Ice if he showed up. 'Not like he probably had a lot of gigs right now anyway, and he could probably use the cash,' she thought. And out here in the middle of nowhere, where no one knew him and most didn't speak English, he might actually do well!

She wasn't really here for the music anyway, she just came for the tequila. Well, it wasn't really tequila, but something similar she had discovered on her last visit here. She could only read a few words on the label so she wasn't exactly sure what was in it, but it was surprisingly good, and she didn't mind helping herself to a second bottle when she drained the first one faster than expected.

Turning around on the barstool, she scanned the room while sipping from her bottle. The room was evenly split between locals and those from different archeological parties. The locals in the establishment were all men and appeared to be miners enjoying their off hours by smoking, drinking, and playing games such as Seega, Mancala, and Dominoes, the only pastimes that seemed to be available in this desolate town.

The archeological teams were easy to spot. The ones coming in from the field were well-tanned and weary looking, anxious to be returning home. They mostly sat in small groups, chatting quietly amongst themselves. The groups just going into the field were much more boisterous, excited to be there. They had not gotten their tans yet from working in the open desert and stood out amongst the crowd. Most were what looked to be grad students, probably on their first dig, eager to get into the field and unearth something of vast importance that would bring fame and fortune. She hated to burst their bubble, but they would be little more than cheap labor on the trip, cataloging items, carrying supplies, and doing chores around the camp, just as she had done when she was in their position. If there were any grand discoveries to be made, they accolades would be going to their professors, with nary a mention of them.

As she sat there observing the crowd, she sensed someone sit down at the barstool beside her. Cutie let out a sigh and waited for the inevitable pick up line to be used on her, knowing that was their intention, otherwise they would have picked one of the many other empty stools at the bar. This was the fourth time someone had approached her already this evening. While usually one for small talk, and possibly a little flirting if she was in the right mood, she really didn't feel up to it tonight. She just wanted to enjoy her drink... now drinks... in peace, and then retire to bed early--alone, much to her suitors' dismay.

The first two gentlemen to hit on her were both professors setting out on archeological digs and a conservative estimate would put each at least fifteen years her senior. They tried to impress her with stories of their past exploits in the field, what papers they had published, and awards they had been granted. Cutie politely, but firmly, dismissed them, making it clear she was not interested this evening, or any other for that matter. Both had gone off in a huff.

The third had been a still wet-behind-the-ears grad student. He was cute, but too young and cocky for her taste. Having no accomplishments to impress her with, he tried a couple of pick up lines that she was honestly offended that he thought they could possibly work on her. She wondered if they worked on the college girls wherever he was from back in the States, and if so, her respect for future ladies following in her footsteps diminished just a bit. She told him if he wanted companionship, go hit on one of the girls in the digging parties his own age in the cantina, but this thirty-six year old woman didn't want his company. He seemed honestly surprised when she stated that she wasn't ten years younger, which did make Cutie feel good for a moment.

He, however, wasn't understanding her lack of interest, even though she had made it crystal clear. He babbled on for a few minutes, in which she completely ignored him. It wasn't until he made a comment about "How come all you cougars always have to act so hard to get?" that she paid him any attention.

Without hesitation, she whirled around on her barstool to face him. Cutie's foot came up, and her work boot connected squarely between the surprised grad students legs, dropping him to the floor in a fit of agony. Others in the bar seemed to notice, but no one came to his aid. She'd like to have said the band didn't even miss a beat, but they seemed to miss about every other one--though she didn't think her actions had anything to do with it. Before the young man could recover, the owner of the cantina, Babafemi, stepped out from behind the counter and picked the young man up off the floor. The barkeep was a large man, nearly as wide as he was tall and probably in his mid-fifties, and Cutie had gotten to know him well over her four trips here to El Nerfu. He not only supplied knowledge of the surrounding area, but provisions as well for her explorations, including food, water, tools, and a jeep.

Cutie watched him carry the young man to the door and outside, returning moments later empty-handed. He said nothing to Cutie as he passed, but did offer up a little wink and an amused grin. She just returned his grin with one of her own and a nod of thanks and went back to her drink.

She had hoped her little demonstration would keep away any would-be beaus, but the person beside her seemed to be unfazed. She had every intention of ignoring them until she heard a female voice say, "Can I buy you a drink?"

Cutie slowly spun around on her barstool, catching a glimpse of Babafemi behind the counter, one eyebrow raised as he had obviously overheard the woman's remark. When she finally rotated enough to see who was sitting beside her, she was shocked to find Jessica Alba sitting beside her!

Cutie sometimes fantasized about women, and when it came to celebrities, Jessica was one that definitely sparked arousal in her. She didn't think she was truly bisexual, but rather preferred to think of herself as bi-kissable. Yet Cutie couldn't help but stare at the lovely woman beside her and let her gaze travel up and down her fit body.

Okay, it wasn't Jessica, but the resemblance was uncanny. The woman was probably in her mid-twenties at the latest and Cutie knew Jessica to be thirty-something. They both had the same complexion, same hair style, and the same bright, sexy smile. As her eyes wandered downward, Cutie couldn't help but notice she also sported the very same perky 32B's that Jessica had once sported before her pregnancies. The woman was braless, and considering the cantina only had one old rickety ceiling fan to cool and circulate the air, Cutie was sure it wasn't a chill that caused her nipples to strain enticingly against her tight t-shirt.

The woman had to ask again before Cutie was able to stutter out a "ssssuure, tthanks!" Babafemi popped the top off a pair of the same bottles Cutie had already consumed two of, left them in front of the women, and walked to the other end of the bar to give the ladies some privacy.

The woman introduced herself as Katia, which was Greek meaning 'pure' (owing her dark complexion to her father's Greek heritage), but everyone just called her Kitty. She said she was a grad student on her first real dig and really excited to finally be doing something instead of sitting behind a table in some lecture hall. Cutie simply nodded as she spoke, realizing she too was excited that the woman was here, and was hoping she wasn't just interested in delving into places that were musty, old and full of cobwebs.

When it came time for Cutie to introduce herself, Kitty cut her short. She said she already knew all about her, and when she saw the famous archeologist 'California Cutie' sitting here at the bar, she just had to meet her!

Cutie blushed, insisting she wasn't so famous. She was flattered the girl even knew who she was. Kitty disagreed, saying she had been a big admirer of hers for years and loved her paper in The Journal of Archeology two years ago about the ancient practice of using different substances to make the paints they applied on walls, pottery, and other items, as well as how they got them to adhere in such harsh desert environments. A large portion of the article was literally about watching paint dry, and it had been about as exciting to write for Cutie. And as far as she knew, everyone else had found the article about that boring to read. But Kitty seemed to be genuinely impressed with the piece and told her the accompanying photo with the article gave her confidence that women could be both attractive and smart, cementing her belief she could follow in her footsteps and be just like her.

Cutie ate up the praise. She was quite impressed with Kitty, and for the first time in her career she thought about taking on a partner in her quest. The woman seemed eager to learn, smart, fit, and best of all enamored with both her brains and looks. And as an added benefit, she'd get to see her fit body bending over time and again as they worked the site, which was a pretty good deal in her book!

Cutie chatted a while longer at the bar with Kitty, and with every passing moment she liked her more and more. Finally, Cutie made up her mind and asked her if she would like to join her on her quest.

Kitty seemed excited at the prospect of joining the one and only California Cutie on her pursuit, but she wanted to know exactly what they were looking for, which seemed only fair to Cutie.

Cutie told her she was going to hit the little girls room, and meanwhile Kitty should grab the drinks and head over to the unoccupied table in the corner, as for what she was about to share with her was known only to her and the last thing she wanted was someone else eavesdropping and finding out what she was up to.

Cutie slipped into her seat at the table and took a long swallow of her beverage. Kitty was staring at her intently, waiting for her to offer up her proposal... or two. She looked nonchalantly around to see if anyone seemed to be paying them any special attention, but as far as she could tell everyone was engaged in their own activities. Cutie had been extremely careful not to reveal her real reason for being here, as she didn't want anyone beating her to her prize. But she had a good feeling about Kitty, several in fact, if she was completely honest (which brought a slight blush to her face), and she relished the chance finally to confide in someone about her search. She could think of no reason why she should not place her trust in the young woman across the table from her, and then, after a deep breath, she began the tale of how she had ended up here.

Cutie asked Kitty if she knew of Alexander the Great. She told Cutie of course she did, who didn't? Kitty told her she knew he had conquered Egypt and became its Pharaoh in 332 B.C., but left a year later to continue his campaigns. His half-brother took over, then eventually his son, and after that there is a period we know little about, until Ptolemy I eventually became Pharaoh about 305 B.C.

Cutie told her she was right on, but what she was here to find was the temple belonging to the ruler between Alexander's son and Ptolemy I, as well as a fabled artifact she hoped to find inside. She had unearthed some ancient texts on another dig several years ago that filled in the gap in this time period and gave clues to the temple's location.

The ruler was Queen Nefer al Uzza, which means 'beautiful fertile one' in Egyptian. She ruled for approximately twenty years and was popular amongst her subjects, except one that was. Her first born son, jealous of her popularity, poisoned her and assumed the throne, only to be ousted himself only a few short months later. During those few brief months, he had ordered all accounts of his mother's rule erased from recorded Egyptian history, which is why today nearly nothing existed about her. At least not until Cutie had unearthed it two years ago.

The site in which Cutie had gathered her information on Queen Nefer al Uzza held an abundance of information on her. There were many documents of not only trivial matters such as tax collecting and inventories of stores, but also about the Queen's activities, many of which were firsthand accounts from members of her court. She also found papyrus and wall art depicting the ruler.

If these drawings were accurate, the Queen truly was a striking woman, right up there with Cleopatra, who had seduced the likes of Mark Anthony and Julius Caesar, as well as Nefertiti, the ancient Egyptian queen of whom it was said her 'high cheekbones and unflappable smile made her the world's very first supermodel.' What made this queen different was, unlike the other two (whom also bore children), was that in all her depictions, every single one, she was visibly with child.

Cutie had scoured all the accounts she could find, from the earliest days of her rule right up to the end, and in every portrayal she was shown as pregnant. Whether sitting on her throne or leading her armies in the occasional minor battle during her reign, she was always represented in that manner.

Cutie knew bearing children was important in ancient times, especially amongst the ruling class as bloodlines needed to be continued, but none of the other female rulers had been depicted in this way to such an extreme.

It wasn't until Cutie had been able to sift her way through the written material that she had made a puzzling discovery... one that confounded her now just as it did the Queen's subjects more than two thousand years ago.

It seemed that although the Queen was rarely without child, she had no male lovers that anyone was ever able to discover. While she spent many hours around men, including her army commanders, high priests, servants, and the like, it was only women she allowed intimate contact with her.

Homosexuality/bisexuality in this time period was not uncommon, nor frowned upon. Many believed that Alexander the Great's best friend and confidant Hephaestion, was also his lover, and that he had other gay affairs during his reign. It was common knowledge the Queen preferred women, and it was rare evening when feminine sounds of carnal pleasure could not be heard emanating from her private residence.

When Cutie went back and looked at all the drawing of the Queen, she saw was able to discern what the passages were referring to. She hadn't realized it at first glance, but the Queen was always surrounded by several beauties. She had dismissed them the first time around as just servants around her, but once she studied them closer, she could see the contact was more intimate. While some may be fanning her or serving food or drink, someone was always touching her, not in a sexual way per se, but contact nonetheless. Sometimes a hand might rest on her shoulder, or someone sitting at her feet might be stroking her calf, or a woman next to her would be lightly caressing her open palm with her fingers. There was no doubt about it, the Queen certainly enjoyed the charms of the females at her command.

The question remained then, how did she become impregnated, not only once, but time and time again? Who was responsible? Did she have a secret male lover no one knew about?