The noise of fourth-graders trying to behave themselves for the musem tour guide floated through the hall. Ms. Finley smiled, finally not being stuck in the middle of it. She'd stayed behind in one of the Egyptian rooms to give her headache time to fade. Nice and quiet, and a little dark, the place was perfect to relax in. All of the displays were very pretty as well. The excavation had been the burial chamber of a priestess of Hathor, and everything in there had been perfectly preserved. Even the dim light of the museum made the gold sparkle. Any more light, and she thought the place would shine like the sun.
She edged over to the dimmer switch. Erin, you know they keep the lights low to keep from damaging the artifacts, she said to herself. Don't do it. But, there was no real harm in it. Not for just a look. She slid the switch upward, watched the room begin to brighten, and then...she was dazzled. The room seemed full of stars, every color, seeming to move every time she moved. Her headache was gone, she dimly realized, but she still couldn't quite focus. She stood and blinked, her eyes slowly focusing on one particularly bright spot. The golden mirror was set between two horns, in an elegant headdress. Ms. Finley's feet moved, walking toward it. She could see her reflection...no, it wasn't quite her. It was a woman her age, early twenties, but with darker, bronze skin, and pure black hair. Where Erin's hair was styled in loose curls, the reflection's hair was completely straight. And her eyes...surrounded in kohl, they were impossible to look away from.
Erin found herself in front of the mirror, looking deep into the eyes of...someone else's reflection. Something in her mind reminded her she should be freaking out. Instead, she calmly watched the reflection glance down. She followed the gaze to a bracelet. Gold, glowing warmly like everything else in the room. Fine chains, rings, and amulets were linked to it. It seemed complex, but Erin knew how to put it on. The gold bent easily, opening, and then closing around her wrist. A moment later she stopped feeling the seam, but it didn't matter to her. She didn't expect to be taking it off anytime soon. The rings went on her first and third fingers, and a chain looped around the others. Tiny gold amulets jingled against the back of her hand.
"Good slave," said the reflection, without a sound. Ms. Finley was confused by that for a moment. She wasn't a slave, she was a teacher. But, the bracelet was a slave's bracelet. She knew that, it was obvious. The woman in the mirror had offered it to her. She had taken it. Now she was a slave. It made sense, she realized, as she lifted her skirt sightly to pull her panties down her legs. She had a duty to her mistress now. Ms. Finley was no longer quite the same person she'd been a few minutes ago. The teacher never would have walked past the velvet rope protecting the sarcophagus. She certainly wouldn't have climbed onto the carving of the priestess on the lid. And, of course, Erin Finley would have died of embarassment at the idea of pressing her pussy to the stone lips of the priestess and beginning to masturbate. But, she wasn't Erin Finley anymore. The glyphs of her name were clear on he bracelet. She was Ei-Re-Ne, slave to Kamilah the Perfect One, priestess of Hathor, and her duty was to wake her Mistress.
Erin's pussy clenched around her fingers. The afternoon was a blur, apparently the museum had been robbed, but something had mysteriously shorted out all the security cameras. Pushing her fingers deeper let her feel the gold rings and the chains, a sensation that was fast becoming addictive. The news continued to talk about the robbery of the new Priestess Kamilah exhibit...every time the name was mentioned, Erin breathed the Words of Obedience. She knew the news was false. It was impossible for Mistress Kamilah's property to steal Mistress Kamilah's property. The Mirror of Hathor, the twelve golden collars, and the bracelet and woman that together were Slave Ei-Re-Ne would be returned soon, with even more of Mistress Kamilah's property.
Slave Ei-Re-Ne was uncomfortable being called Ms. Finley, and was uncomfortable wearing so much clothing. It was something she had to do for the greater glory of her Mistress, so she endured the discomfort. She hated to hide her slavery. It was already becoming more apparent. Under her blouse, her nipples were now pierced with fine gold rings. A thin chain connected them. It had appeared while she slept, as did the tattoos on her thighs that marked her as Mistress's Kamilah's property. She would be bale to reveal it all soon. The class was coming back from lunch, and soon Ei-Re-Ne would teach them even more about ancient Egypt.
The kids all filed in, going back to their seats, talking to each other. Every other day, Ms. Finley had to raise her voice to get them quiet. Today, Ei-Re-Ne just leaned against her desk, next to the Mirror of Hathor. The sunlight through the window shone on it, reflecting back to the class. She waited, and saw the first girl glance up to the front of the classroom. A cute young thing, blonde with pigtails. Her eyes first widened in surprise, then she smiled. Her pupils expanded, and her face slowly went slack...leaving her with a blank, happy expression. She'd been talking to a friend, and her strange actions left the friend wondering what was wrong. She followed the first girl's gaze up to the Mirror. Ei-Re-Ne's pussy juiced as she saw the second girl gasp, and soon fall into the mirror just as deeply as her friend.
One after the other, boys and girls looked to the front of the room, and were captivated by the mirror. The room was soon quiet, except for occasional blissful, mindless sighs. Ei-Re-Ne looked out at the smiling faces and staring eyes as she started to unbutton her blouse. "Today, class, we will be learning more wonderful things about ancient Egypt." They all nodded. None of them noticed as she shrugged off her blouse, revealing her firm, bare breasts, and pierced nipples. "The pretty light that has trapped your minds comes from the Mirror of Hathor, generously donated by Mistress Kamilah, the Perfect One, high priestess of the goddess." The children murmured Mistress Kamilah's name. "Hathor is the goddess of fertility, joy, and love." She pulled lightly at the rings in her nipples, making the chain between them jingle. "And sex," her voice became lower, almost a purr or a moan. She saw that the class was beginning to feel the sexual effects of the Mirror now. The girls were shifting in their seats. A few were rubbing their chests or thighs. Every boy she could see was moving his hips slightly, an erection tenting his trousers.
Ei-Re-Ne had never felt like this before being enslaved, but the sight of all these aroused, prepubescent bodies now captivated her. She unbuttoned her skirt, letting it fall, leaving her wearing nothing but her heels and pantyhose. She sat back on her desk and spread her legs, rubbing between her thighs. "We will...worship Hathor now...together." She gasped in pleasure, and so did the class. Her pleasure reflected from the mirror into them. "Clothes....are not needed."
Twenty-four pairs of hands busied themselves pulling shirts over heads, unbuttoning and pulling down pants. In less than a minute, the class stood naked beside their desks. "Praise to Hathor," they chanted, mindlessly staring into the mirror. Ei-Re-Ne removed the last of her modern clothing, and walked among the chanting children. Since her mind had been taken over, her horizons on what was erotic had expanded. She stopped next to an athletic young boy. She ran her hand over his smooth chest, and lightly tweaked a nipple. His chanting was interrupted by a gasp of pleasure, his cock twitched. "You are a slave. You belong to Hathor," she whispered to him, her hand moving down his body, toying with his erect cock.
"I...belong to Hathor," he said, his hand replacing hers on his cock. He stroked it, and chanted. "I am a slave." Ei-Re-Ne continued, to one boy after the other, telling them of their proper place, enslaving each and every one. That left the girls. Ten of them, and ten collars. Ei-Re-Ne stared out at the blank eyes of her class, into the gold light reflecting in each one. All those voices, together. "I am a slave. I belong ot hathor. Praise to Hathor."
Standing next to her desk, a cute young girl with red hair, pale skin, and freckles blinked. Her chanting slowed. Sara knew something was going on. The whole class was naked. That couldn't be normal. But, it was so hard to think about. The golden light at the front of the class filled her brain. Ever since she took off her glasses, it hadn't been quite so overwhelming, but she could still barely think of anything but Hathor. She must serve Hathor. She realized she was chanting. The other girls were chanting. The boys were chanting something different. Even Ms. Finley was chanting. Sara felt so wet between her legs, and every repetition made her tingle even more down there. But, she felt like she could stop. The gold light was nice, but Sara wanted to understand what was going on. Everything had gone so strange. And, she thought, it would be hot to actually be able to see what the rest of her classmates looked like naked.
Sara put on her glasses, keeping her eyes away from the beautiful mirror. She wanted to serve Hathor, but...she wanted to stay awake just a little longer. Her nipples felt so stiff. She looked at her best friend, one desk over. Hannah's short hair framed a face with a completely blank expression. Her eyes were wide and her mouth moved mindlessly in the chants of obedient. Such pretty, shiny gold in her eyes. Sara looked lower, shaking her head to clear it of the Mirror's reflected influence. Hannah's chest was flat, but her little pink nipples were fully erect, her chest rose and fell in deep breaths. Obeying Hathor excited her. Sara could smell it, and see the wetness shining on her friend's thighs.
"Hathor wants you to obey Sara," the horny, confused redhead said. She wanted to break her friend out of the control, but the pulsing arousal in her own pussy was so distracting.
"Obey Sara. Worship Hathor. Obey Sara," Hannah's chant changed. Her eyes moved from the mirror to her friend's body. Sara knew what was going on in the girl's head. The light from the Mirror showed everyone how sexy it was to obey. Sara still craved to service Hathor's divine form in ways she never would have thought of before seeing the magical Mirror. Now that Hannah had a real girl to obey, the desire for her friend must be incredible.
Sara couldn't take it. Her time with the mirror had her so aroused, and the way Hannah was looking at her body now just made it stronger. "Serve me," she whispered. Hannah dropped to her knees, taking Sara's cute butt in her hands, and pulling the pale girl to her. Sarah gasped as Hannah's tongue went between her thighs. The thoughts of serving Hathor jumbled in her head as Hannah licked her. Hathor was good. Hathor gave her this pleasure. As Hannah sucked on her pussy lips, she realized the most important part of this was pleasure. Sara wanted pleasure. She would thank Hathor every day for it. She moaned her obedience to the ancient goddess as she came, soaking Hannah's face.
A few minutes later they were at the front of the class. Both girls were still naked. Sara felt like the light of the Mirror had burned away her modesty, and Hannah still couldn't think well enough to know there was any alternative to being naked. Ms. Finley was still on her desk with her legs spread, rubbing her pussy and staring into the students' golden eyes. Behind the desk was a bag of golden collars. Sara had no idea what they were for. She felt a pull to put one on. She held it in her hands, staring. Then she closed her eyes, concentrating on what she wanted. Her pussy had felt so good when Hannah licked it. Obeying Hathor like the rest of the class would make her hot. But making her classmates obey her would be even better. Sara turned to Hannah, opened the collar, and placed it around her friend's neck.
Hannah stood stiffly upright. The collar closed, becoming one solid ring of gold. Her eyes opened wide, glowing with gold light. "Praise always to Hathor. Praise always to Sara," she chanted, as bliss exploded through her body and mind. Magically, a pair of rings appeared, piercing her nipples. The chain between jingled with the small medallions that spelled her name in heiroglyphs. The two symbols for Sa-Ra were painted seemingly with an invisible brush above the girl's bare pussy. More fine gold loops appeared around her wrists and ankles. The same invisible brush seemed to color the young girl's nipples a pretty red, and then her lips to match. Finally, a tracing of kohl around her glowing golden eyes completed the appearance of a slave. Hannah fell to her knees. "This girl is Sara's slave. May it always be so," she said, in fluent Egyptian, the glow fading from her eyes.
Sara's surprise was only matched by her arousal. As Hannah nuzzled her Mistress, asking how best to serve, Sara picked up another collar. There were ten. It was enough for the girls in the class, but she wondered if Ms. Finley knew where to find more. "I'll have to ask her," she thought, opening the collar and moving it to encircle her teacher's throat. "After she licks me," Sara decided, as she pushed the collar closed.