The path through the forbidden jungle was clearly defined, Ardos laughed to himself, some forbidden jungle indeed. The 3rd prince to the Pharoah, Ardos knew he would never be Pharoah and to avoid being killed in some ritualistic culling of younger male siblings , he had chosen to follow the path into priesthood.
The initial tasks and tests had been simple, as Ardos had had the training as being in line for the Pharoah and a royal. As the deeper he got into the mysticism he learned there was a fine line between success and failure, which would lead to death anyway.
His oldest brother Abaco supported Ardos’ path fully, they had had a decent relationship growing up, something the second brother Ammon was jealous of, the two younger brothers had never gotten along.
Ammon didn’t even show up for the final day when Ardos would be initiated claiming he was ill, but Abaco was there to wish his little brother well. Having a brother in the priesthood would work to Abaco’s advantage, the eldest brother recognized the value of family in the temple.
Now Ardos was in a loincloth and a heavy helmet, running thru the forbidden jungle as a final test of being a priest for Chidros God of Water. The run was forced as he had to return before night fell, as no one ever returned from the forbidden jungle after the last gleaming of the sun God.
Ardos in truth didn’t believe in any God’s or gods, men were the ones with power in this world, despite the admonishments of his mother and grandmother.
He heard the chanting of the crowd and through the bushes and tree cover he saw a thinning of the brush, the young prince was making record time! It was then he tripped, he had been warned to watch the trail, it was simply a tree root he told himself and he got up, only for the ground to seemingly shift beneath him, causing him to fall over and off of the path.
Getting to his feet was difficult, but Ardos was able to brush his arms and legs off, his body was wet and dirty from his bare chest to feet. His very first step toward the path met a leaf covered hole and before he could even shout in surprise he slid down, the jungle disappearing in a flash.
The young prince shook his head to clear the cobwebs from his fall. His instinct to look up proved his fears, he was in a deep hole, perhaps even an old well, there was water all around him, though only a few inches deep.
Taking a deep breath to calm himself as he had been schooled, he looked around seeing there was a hole large enough to be a passage out, he nodded confidently and finally pushed himself to his feet. Putting his helmet straight on his head he began to explore his way, having to hunch over a few times.
A disturbance in the water next to his right foot made his fists clench and he quickened his pace as the water slowly got deeper, up to his waist at one point. He could feel his loincloth float, the water cool around his family jewels while he plodded along, noticing there were some vines glowing as they stuck to the walls giving him some ability to see.
Something leathery brushed his right ankle and then inside his left thigh, Ardos’ self preservation kicked in and he loudly splashed through the brackish wetness until at last the water got shallower so that it only covered his feet.
“Gods what is this place” Ardos asked himself as he looked left and right, hoping for a passage to the world above. On his right a dark passage loomed, an odor unbearably strong eminated from it, making him look to his left, a dim light glistened along with a welcome smell of the jungle that promised escape and a priesthood that would save his life.
He immediately went left, his mind again drawn to the favored life as a priest, good food , wine, and his choice of women and men until he died of old age safe from the political world of his father and brothers.
It was then Ardos noticed the tingle around his right ankle again, he had clearly pulled a vine from the water in his haste. He skidded to a stop and reached down to release himself, his fingers slick as they tugged at the constricting length. With a jolt, the vine reacted, tugging his right foot out from under him, he gave a shout of surprise as he splashed face first into the shallow water . He looked up the passage again, there was still light from the surface ahead, but it was receding. Another tug on his right foot reminded him of his immediate predicament, forcing him to roll onto his back as he was drawn away from his escape.
In the dim light he realized there were vines every where and as he kicked at the one on his right ankle, his left leg and right arm were soon ensnared.
Thoughtlessly, the prince reached back with his left hand at what he thought was a tree root, something safe and sturdy to stop his slide. But his shoulder screamed as his hand was captured as tight as any mummy wrapping and the prince was dragged from the last promise of daylight into the darker passage once again.
Ardos closed his eyes and try to gather his breath and composure, fear was a quick way to death after all. The vines moved with purpose as he was twisted and tossed about; he realized he was being drug towards what appeared to be the trunk of a tree, rounded and smooth, perhaps from the wet underground world.
Ardos shrieked as to his further horror the trunk moved, slowly and with purpose, the young prince began to thrash, using all the muscles of his young body in an attempt to rip free.
Despite his efforts , the vines had an inhuman hold and new ones came to bear on his upper thighs and chest, lifting the young prince up into the air and spinning him about. Ardos’ eyes opened wide with realization as he twisted his head and shoulders trying to find the stump that was now below him, his flailing feet finding no grip on what was a slimy and spongy being he couldn’t begin to identify.
“No, No, NOoo! ” he screamed as he felt the stump slide along his thighs and ass, easily nudging his balls aside until it found what it was looking for, he squeezed with all his might to prevent what was certainly a painful entry.
“Out, no stay out” he cried as the slippery stump throbbed and pushed against his tight sphincter; Ardos had seen men take other men up their back passages, even he had supplied the erection occasionally when there was no female fodder around, but he had never had more than an inquisitive finger where now there was something as large as a tree branch forcing its way inside the princes dark pucker!
He was about to shout again, a last plea for help or pity when another flailing vine entered his mouth, it seemed as wide around as a hand, he couldn’t seem to bite through it, it’s wriggling in his mouth alot like the appendage sliding into his ass, the pain and confusion nearly making the prince pass out.
Only the feeling of something wet around his shaft kept him awake, at first it was cold and damp, but soon his phallus grew despite all that was happening, what felt like the mouth of the Pharoah’s own whore was slathering wetly, pulling him to his cock to full size, his loincloth obscenely pulsing with movement.
Ardos’ only point of sanity was the slurping around his shaft as his ass was stretched more and more by the invading beast, it had to be a beast he thought, as it seemed so alive as it burrowed into him.
He soon gave up fighting as more vines latched to his nipples, sucking on them as was the vine around his shaft to pull his essence from every orifice of his body. The way he was being taken was making him aware of the insides of his bowels, as the invader twisted, he got jolts of pleasure from inside that coursed to his engorged manhood.
His toes clutched at empty air as he suddenly orgasmed, the vine taking his royal fluids readily, he barely noticed his shaft stayed erect even after the pleasure washed through him, the trespassing sapling seemed to writhe endlessly within him making the fit young prince wet with sweat and worse secretions.
His jaws aching from the still squirming vine that probed his mouth, throat, and gullet, Ardos managed to see the hole he had fallen through up above him. The setting sun slowly disappeared from view making everything darker and darker, the prince shuddered in horror as the sounds of the wet ravaging of his body continued until everything went black at last.
Later that night Ammon appeared at the temple to Chidros and handed the head priest a bag of gold scarabs.
“As per our agreement” the 2nd prince to the Pharoah said quietly.
The priest nodded and turned away, it was never wise to say more than what was necessary to a conniving future Pharoah.
There was never another sign of Ardos, several search parties found nothing despite their efforts, it was assumed Chidros had found other uses for the 3rd prince to the Pharoah. Ammon shared his eldest brother and father’s grief even as he sharpened his knives in preparation for his own ascendancy.