His Name was Atum Sarraf - A serial

[Jigsaw]

The year was 1869 when Atum Sarraf was mummified - the year was 2009 when archaeologist Sarah Denault uncovered him.

It was the year their lustful explorations began.

Introducing the new mummy-porn serial...

His Name was Atum Sarraf

Part I: An Expedition in Discovery

When one took the time to really look at Sarah Denault, they saw not the flaws of her form - the heavy bags under her eyes, the unkempt appearance that so often adorned her frizzy hair, the smudges of dirt and God knows what else on her spectacles - but her unbridled determination.

At 29, she was already paving her way to becoming one of the top female archaeologists in the world. The Cambridge Archaeological Journal spoke of her at length, their tone one of deep admiration, comparing her to a Second Coming of Rita P. Wright, saying, in no uncertain terms, that given the time, Denault could reach the heights of Kathleen Kenyon. More so, Kathleen O'Neal Gear, a writer and former archaeologist for the United States Department of the Interior, claimed her to be "setting new records for uncovering long-lost treasures."

When brought up, Denault reacted the same way every time - "I thank you for the kind words, but I'm not worthy of the praise."

Modesty was as much a part of Denault's personality as was her love of finding old shit.

As bashful as Denault may be on how others view her, her record speaks for itself: Just a year following her graduation from Dordt College, she uncovered the famed phallus of Tiglath-Pileser I. Two years later, deep in the jungles of Cambodia, she excavated the tomb of Udayadityavarman II, finding not just the skeletal remains of the tomb's namesake, but also various devices which could only be described as of possessing a "nature most sexual." And in July of 2008, she made world-wide headlines with the discovery of a spoon that had once been used by Ahmose I, a pharaoh of ancient Egypt.

It was this last professional victory that led her to be contacted by Pessach Chelouche, asking that she accompany his crew to desolate south-western Egypt, to assist them with the potential discovery of a long-forgotten tomb. Though Denault had made her misgivings clear, she agreed.

Throughout her career, Sarah Denault had a plethora of successes, but her personal life was not as well-rounded. Some of her acquaintances, behind her bespectacled back, joked that "she can find the tomb of Udayadityavarman II, but she can't find any dick."

Though they often mispronounced Udayadityavarman II, the mean-spirited comment certainly had merit - while Denault had had plenty of relationships in the past, she'd experienced the pleasures of sex only twice, and neither time had she orgasmed, no matter what she told her partner.

It wasn't that Sarah had no interest, nor was it that she was awkward around men - she just had difficulty connecting with most men (people in general, tbh), and thus, had difficulty bonding to the point where intercourse seemed an appropriate action. When men discussed, with high enthusiasm, the upcoming Superbowl, Sarah was excited about the next revision of Fingerprints of the Gods: The Evidence of Earth's Lost Civilization (though without a doubt, she too felt it was, at it's core, pseudoarchaeology).

In short, Sarah Denault had done a great many memorable things, but she had never found, for lack of a better word, true love.

As her helicopter, which picked her up from Luxor International Airport, landed near Chelouche's camp-site, she never knew how close to true love she was about to be.

TBC

Author's Notes:

Who doesn't want raunchy mummy-on-woman action? Quite a bit of exposition in this chapter, but it'll lead to a most glorious relationship, one that defies all expectations.

And yes, those names (Udayadityavarman II, Tiglath-Pileser I, etc.) are based on real historical figures, and Dordt College is also a real university.

And lastly, yes - this is a joke.

[showa58taro]

And thus a new genre was born.