I snapped the photo and put my phone back into my pocket with a smile on my face, “Perfect Cara… so how does it feel to be back at the temple after all this time?”
“It feel great Master, thank you for bringing me back here!” she said with real enthusiasm.
I walked over and wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her in close, she eagerly leaned in and kissed me as my hand slipped down to her ass and grabbed it.
There had been a time when Cara Loft had been my hated rival, we had fought tooth and nail for every archeological find around the world, but that had ended three years ago in this very place.
We’d both been pressing hard to get to the center of the temple where the fabled fountain of life was rumored to reside, and in all honesty, she’d beaten me to it.
What neither of us had known at the time was that it wasn’t the fountain of life, but the fountain of submission, and I’d found Cara floating in it’s waters when I arrived a little while after her.
She’d still been in her adventuring outfit, floating on her back, arms outstretched, her eyes vacant and staring at the ceiling of the cavern. It had taken me a little while to decipher the writing on the walls, but when I did, my smile was ten miles wide.
I broke off the kiss and gave her a little slap on the ass, “Come on, we have a few more pictures to take…” I said and led her off to the next location. I’d spent the last month or so going to all of her famous adventure sites, recreating the multitude of photo’s she’d taken of herself over the years and used to publicize her adventures, just this time with a little less clothing.
This was the last set, ones that had actually never been published on her final adventure, but we were here anyway, so why not do them as well.
Once we were done we’d go back down to the cavern to the fountain and she’d wade into it, I had a whole new set of commands to give her, that would make her the perfect living fuck doll for whoever eventually won the bidding on her.
I was done with her now; her fortune was mine, her title transferred to me, and her career a joke after the sex tape had “leaked”. It was time to move her on to someone else and fine myself a less “damaged” trophy wife.
A trophy wife that would be eager to visit this temple on our honeymoon once I told her all about the fountain of youth that it contained.
