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Chapter 102
“Under the Stars”
The Western Desert: The Palace, Pharaoh´s Private Chambers, earlier in the evening:
“This is insane: Here I sit dressed up to the nines, enjoying a fabulous Dinner with a crazy psychopath in his Palace in the middle of nowhere” The thought crossed Anna as they were enjoying the final course: A fantastic lemon Sorbet.
“If you don´t know that Al Mansour plans to cleanse the earth with his mysterious Sun-Ray-of-Amon-Ra he is pretty charming – and good looking. Not as ruggedly handsome as James but good looking and charming”
Anna congratulated herself: For almost three hours she had kept her temperament and tongue in check – and avoided any topic any question that would spoil the mood. And even if she hated Al Mansour with her guts: “He is a gifted storyteller and probably as versed as any Egyptologist – Evie would without any doubt found Al Mansur intriguing - on a strictly professional level.
“Where are you just now Anna?” her host interrupted her line of thought “I had to think of a friend of mine, who would find you without any doubt intriguing” the Russian smiled warmly – how she pulled that off she didn´t know.
The truth was simple: Anna did want to escape the reality she was facing, even if was for just a few hours. To pretend that everything was normal. That this evening was just what it seemed: A Dinner at a nice place. A man and a woman having a date, and if she pretended to have just this everything was fine. Anna needed this Illusion of Normality. She knew only too well it was all an Illusion.
So, she had allowed him to take her on a journey back in time: The Age of the Pyramids, the Reign of Hatshepsut, Ramses II. Al Mansour spoke as if he had been present at those events long.
Much later Anna took a sip of her Grappa – which was mild and did not burn her throat – and looked her host keenly in the eye “Why do you allow me to fight Anck-Sun-Amun? I could get hurt or even being killed?”
Al Mansour smiled that dazzling smile of his “You won´t lose this fight. The gods won´t allow it” Anna nodded “But you never know what happens in a fight – the fog of war you know” She did her best to keep her tone light “You should have more trust in the will of the gods and your skills” The Egyptian´s deep baritone was mesmerizing Anna had to admit “I trust my skill but I don´t trust you as far as I could throw you” she thought.
“Anck-Sun-Amun is a liability” her host explained still smiling “She was useful – but she cannot get over her limitations, her obsession with you. You will be both: My Queen and my High Priestess!”
How did Anna manage to keep a straight face she did not know “Her obsession? Who had me kidnapped and spirited into the desert to make me his Queen? Hypocrite!”
She smiled at Al Mansour “I am honoured by your trust my King – but in personal combat there is no guarantee you beat your opponent” Anna paused “Anck-Sun-Amun taught me that lesson in the British Museum” the Russian stroked almost casually above the scar over her left eye, which reminded her always off this fateful encounter.
Al Mansour laid his right hand on her left. It felt dry and warm “It was the will of the gods you survived, and you will win tomorrow, believe me” Anna felt it hard to resist the power of his voice, his will. She held his gaze and did not pull her hand away “Thank you my King!” she said softly.
The King looked long at her “He seems to be somewhere else” Anna mused – and was a bit miffed “I gave you a good show in the last hours – you could at least appreciate that I didn´t rip your head off!”
“As I am not allowed by custom and tradition to touch you till, we are married” Al Mansour continued. The sudden change of tack surprised Anna “My two personal Maids will tend to you now” The Russian made a good imitation of looking crestfallen “But Hiram ….”
The Egyptian put a finger on her lips gently “As a King I have always business to attend to, but Aya and Sachmet will take good care of you, believe me” His dark voice sent shivers of exaltation down Anna´s spine. But inwardly she was relieved “I would sleep with the bastard if I must, but if not? The better!”
Anna pouted “And now you leave me? Just like this?” The Egyptian smiled warmly “Our time will come my love – just enjoy the administrations of my Maids”.
The two maids had hovered in the background – on Al Mansour´s curt nod they entered the balcony “Follow us Your Grace” the taller one smiled at her “We will take good care of you” her companion seconded and curtsied elegantly. Anna looked from them to Al Mansour “Do not fear anything my love” the Egyptian smiled “In a short time I will show you what loving me means”.
The Russian smiled warmly “I am looking forward to the moment of our union which was foretold by the Seers long ago” Anna bowed deeply. Inwardly Anna felt revulsion only. But she smiled nevertheless – never she would allow him to have a glimpse at her true self.
“And so shall it be my love!” Al Mansour smiled “We will see soon again!” Anna watched as he turned and strode to the Doors “Do you really believe this crap?” Anna had judged her Host correctly. The Egyptian’s Ego was as large as the Temple of Karnak, and he was as vain as Snow White´s Stepmother. It costed her much to keep a straight face “Show me the way Ladies!” she smiled at Pharaoh´s two maids.
The Western Desert, the Stronghold, after midnight:
Chris lay on her back and stared at the countless stars at the sky above the desert. Since the fateful moment she had entered the abandoned warehouse together with Anna she had not felt more at peace, than in this moment.
“Isn´t the sky beautiful?” Sarah McKenzie said softly “My grandfather taught me all the names of the stars you know – he was a fisherman” The blonde mumbled something. When they had left the tower, the thief had led her here: A place still inside the encampment but far from the festivities.
Obviously the Canadian had made some preparations. She had kindled eight torches which were flickering and cackling in the weak breeze. On the sand in the middle of the square formed by the torches a beautiful oriental rug had lain – at its corners the thief had driven one stake into the sand – deep enough that Chris could not dislodge them.
There were also two straw baskets. They were covered so Chris could not see what was in them “A surprise” the thief had smiled enigmatically “Stand in the centre of the rug” Chris had slipped off her sandals and complied, a part of her was very curious what the Canadian had planned.
After the duel and the hour on the tower a strange calm filled her “I should be cross with you, you know” the blonde said softly, but there was not the slightest undertone in her voice. It was a mere observation.
“You should” Sarah said gently “I thought much in the last months – I understand now better why you reacted that way” Chris nodded “What now?” The Canadian smiled that enigmatically and sometimes infuriating smile “Now, I want you to close your eyes and let go”.
Chris paused for a moment but then she complied, closed her eyes her arms loosely at her sides, her palms touching her thighs. The Thief slipped her shoes off and stepped on the rug too. It felt soft and lush under her soles.
She stepped behind the blonde. So close, Chris felt the Canadian´s body, its heat “Let yourself fall Chris” The Black Lady whispered huskily into Chris left ear, the hot moist tip of her tongue brushing across the blonde´s earlobe. A shudder ran though her body: From her neck, down her spine, far south.
Softly the thief laid her palms on Chris´ breasts, cupped them gently “Time to get more comfortable” that hypnotical voice whispered and pulled the white Hakama-Shita slowly and gently over Chris´ head and let it fall on the floor.
“I knew it” Sarah McKenzie chuckled amused “You are wearing no bra” Chris felt the light cool breeze on her hot dry skin. Her nipples hardened and not just because the cool air. The Canadian cupped Chris´ breasts again “I forgot how beautiful they are” she said softly, now the blonde felt Sarah´s hard nipples against her back. The Black Lady´s kiss on her neck felt like sacred fire.
Gently the thief placed one Kiss after another down the blonde´s spine – and kneaded her breasts gently. A soft moan escaped Chris´ lips “More” she whispered, “Do not stop” The Thief “I won´t, we have barely begun” and pulled down Chris´ black Hakama “Surprise, surprise” the Canadian whispered “I expected you to go Commando Chris!”
The blonde blushed slightly: Under her Hakama she wore a pair of lacy black panties “I think we leave them on for the moment – we don´t want you catch a cold” The Canadian teased her – and laid her right palm on Chris´ crotch “You are leaking blondie” the thief chuckled “do not go away – and don´t open your eyes, whatever happens”.
Chris felt the Canadian stepping down from the rug and heard her rummaging through one of the baskets. Soft footfalls told the blonde the thief was returning “I asked around for some gifts Chris – and your friends were quite generous, they really love you!”
Chris had a feeling where this was going …. “This one is from Sophie; this one is from Kate, and this is Hayley´s – and the fourth pair is mine” Sarah McKenzie clearly did enjoy herself “Your mouth is pretty big, and you can handle four pairs of panties easily”
In the end it was a tight fit, the last pair, red lacy panties the thief had masturbated on was a challenge: Chris´ jaws stood slightly ajar - playfully the thief pinched her hard nipples. The sound which escaped the blonde´s stuffed mouth was a very low moan.
“I will go easy on you Chris” the thief whispered in her right ear “No extra packing, no socks, just a tight silk scarf!” The pianist steeled herself, if the Canadian said “tight” – it would be tight. Chris was not disappointed. Soon her lower face was covered from chin to nose with heavily scented silk.
The pianist had a pretty shrewd idea what would be next “Why do I have to be correct?” she wondered. But in fact, she enjoyed the feeling of the knotted crotch scarf “My my my” the Canadian whispered “Do you have any idea how wet you are? You are really a woman in need!”
The thief touched her wet crotch panel and let her palm resting on Chris´ nose “Inhale my love!” Her own scent aroused Chris even more “Let me help you lie down – and don´t open your eyes!” “How well she does know me” Chris wondered.
The Canadian knew exactly how difficult it was for the pianist to give up control, to let go “You are a little Miss Controletti” Sarah McKenzie chuckled. The muffled retort was unintelligible but clear – but Chris let herself fall backwards, held by the Canadian´s warm hands - and guided gently down on the Rug.
She felt the soft rug under her skin, caressing it – and let the thief doing whatever she wanted. And so, Chris found herself soon in a tight spread eagle “Under the stars” she giggled into her gag.
What was the Canadian doing? She felt the thief leaving the mattress. Then the thief came back. Chris could not see it, but the black-haired thief knelt between her legs.
“You may open your eyes my love” the Canadian whispered. Chris opened her eyes: The first thing she saw was the beautiful sky with its myriads of stars, the second was the naked Thief kneeling between her legs, a flask in her hand.
“I will take good care of you Chris. No harm will come to you, I promise” Chris felt mesmerized by that dark hypnotic voice which enthralled her “I know I overstepped some bounds and some more, but I will make amends if you let me” Chris knew the Canadian intimately and her absolute pitch registered the slight shiver in her voice “Will you let me?” the Canadian whispered, her voice, her eyes all said the same “Will you let me?”
The answer was simple: The blonde smiled under her gag and nodded - the lyrics of a Song of Kate Rusby going through her head, song by Voces8 – tears flowed freely down Chris´ cheeks:
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Underneath the stars I'll meet you
Underneath the stars I'll greet you
There beneath the stars I'll leave you
Before you go of your own free will
Go gently
Underneath the stars you met me
Underneath the stars you left me
I wonder if the stars regret me
At least you'll go of your own free will
Go gently
Here beneath the stars I'm landing
And here beneath the stars not ending
Why on earth am I pretending?
I'm here again, the stars befriending
They come and go of their own free will
Go gently
Go gently
Underneath the stars you met me
And Underneath the stars you left me
I wonder if the stars regret me
I'm sure they'd like me if they only met me
They come and go of their own free will
Go gently
Go gently
Go gently
“Shhh my love, there is no need to cry!” The thief whispered and kissed Chris gently on her forehead “Tonight you will feel no pain, no hurt – you are loved” Sarah looked down in those green pools of light which could speak more eloquently than any human tongue “All the people who love you are there – and I mean all of them, even if our eyes cannot see them. They are there!” Sarah stroked Chris over her forehead gently and kissed her on her gagged mouth fully.
She kissed Chris´ on the tip of her left nipple, then on the right … “Enjoy!” From wide teary eyes the blonde looked up – and the Canadian was sure that Chris smiled under her gag, a sad smile – and a warm smile.
Sarah opened the flask of oil and poured some liquid on her palms. A refreshing, an invigorating scent filled the air, a heavy musky scent: Chris´ nostrils flared “Do you know how much I adore your feet, Chris?” the Canadian whispered … and touched the soft flesh of Chris´ balls under her right big toe – and breathed a kiss on the tip of her big toe. A soft groan of pleasure escaped Chris´ lips.
The blonde looked at the sky above her “Every of those stars tells a story” and let just go …. here in the middle of the Western Desert, in the heart of the night she realized fully that she was not alone, that she had not to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders alone.
Anna was still there – even if she could not see her anymore, but she was not gone: She had left her music to the world she had given herself totally any time when she had stepped on the Podium. Chris let go …
As gentle as possible the thief caressed Chris´ body, massaged her feet with oil, moved gently upwards: Before moving upwards she blew kisses on the blonde´s hot skin.
Chris enjoyed each and every one of them “Underneath the Stars” – slowly and gently the Canadian worked her magic. And Sarah felt the tension leaving Chris´ body, the blonde moved in rhythm with the Canadian touches.
It was a long night underneath the stars – at some point the blonde German and the black haired Canadian cuddled together. Gently the thief stroked above Chris´ forehead. She noticed Chris´ breathing got deeper and more regular ….
Sarah McKenzie had made amends.
The Western Desert: The Palace: Pharaoh´s private Chambers
Chris was not the only one to make love unter the stars. On the large bed in Pharaoh´s bedroom lay a mummy. Covered in white bandages: Only her feet and breasts where uncovered, she was not alone though:
One dark haired naked woman was straddling her upper body, kneading her breasts. Another Woman was kneeling at her bare feet: Using a Wartenberg Wheel to full effect.
Anna´s mind was aflame her body was aflame – there were only moments when she was lucid – was clear enough to grasp fully what was happening to her. How had she ended here? Here on this incredible soft bed?
When Pharaoh had left her Aya and Sachmet had guided her into Pharaoh´s dressing room. Anna had let them. She had decided to enjoy this evening under the stars of the desert. Nothing would happen to her today. Tomorrow and the day after were another matter.
Gently and caring the two maids had undressed her: Removed the diadem of her head, removed the bracelets, Aya knelt down and slipped the platform sandals of her feet “The Floor is warm” Anna mused.
Soon she stood naked into the Dressing Room - the two maids had gently caressed her body while undressing her, touching her.
“Close your eyes” Aya said, Anna felt that a heavily padded eye mask was put over her eyes. Her wrists were shackled – it felt as if the shackles were neoprene lined. Another pair of hands manacled her ankles with another pair of shackles. The large ball gag came not as a surprise.
“Come” Sachmet whispered softly and took Anna by her left wrist – and Anna shuffled along. The tiles felt still warm under her soles – and the floor got warmer. They crossed a threshold – the air was warm and moist now, like in a Spa.
Anna shuffled along “Stop” a soft voice whispered in her left ear. The shove in her back took her totally by surprise. She stumbled, lost her equilibrium, and fell head over heels in a basin “Fuck!!” she mumbled into her gag and struggled to the surface.
Aya had pulled her near, Anna felt her firm breasts pressing against her back – the Egyptian cupped the Russian´s breasts with her hands, kneaded them. Anna moaned. Sachmet pulled at her left ankle. She kissed the violinist on her left heel –which sent showers through Anna´s body. As the Egyptian sucked at toes, bit them Anna sighed and closed her eyes and let go.
“Oh Lord what I have got myself into!” This was one of the last sane thoughts for a while: Aya kneaded her breasts massaged them, while Sachmet dived and touched Anna´s Labia – with her tongue. That magic tongues! Anna did not know if she was in heaven or hell. Maybe Anna decided. That devilish tongue explored Anna´s inner labia deeper ….
The Orgasm was the first of many … Aya continued to squeeze and knead Anna´s breasts, liked her earlobes or bit her playfully. Sachmet took the Russians shackled Ankles in her lap and took her big toes in her mouth and sucked at them and explored the sensitive skin between the toes with her tongue. Anna giggled into the ballgag and moaned: Aya kneaded her breast more firmly and played with her nipples.
The two maids massaged her scalp and washed her hair. Anna enjoyed the sensation. After a while, the Russian did not know how much time had passed, Aya and Sachmet helped her out of the basin, ungagged her and unshackled her, the blue eyed Sachmet gave Anna a golden goblet – filled with a fruity but loaded concoction:
The two Egyptians dried and combed her hair, oiled her body till it glistened. Aya took Anna by the hand “Come!” The Russian felt like in a trance state, as she padded along barefoot behind the brown-haired Aya.
They entered a large room “This is Pharaoh´s personal Bedroom – where you will consummate your marriage after your Coronation!” Sachmet whispered in her left ear. Strangely enough Anna felt not irked by that remark – she felt distanced. It had to be that Potion.
She took in her surroundings: While like Anna´s bedroom in the palace Al Mansour´s bedroom was at last as double as large “Impressive” Anna whispered, “Wait here!” Aya told Anna and left her standing in the middle of the on a lush carpet, who felt soft and warm under her bare soles.
Since the two maids were rummaging through some gilded drawers in her back, the Russian could not see what they were doing. The bed itself was made of gilded wood, with inlays, made of different polished stones and email.
Anna´s keen eyes registered the bed´s four posts were very sturdy and perfect to anchor someone to the bed – there were also several rings in the bedframe … she did not notice that one of two maids had stepped behind her – the heavy blue silk scarf which was tied tightly over her eyes took her by surprise.
“When you cannot see what is coming, it is much more fun” Sachmet chuckled – and kissed Anna in the neck. Soon two more scarves framed her breasts, while the other maid girdled her waist with another scarf.
“One has to be no Genius to fathom the purpose of this one” the violinist mused. But the force with which Aya pulled the knotted scarf through her crotch let her gasp and she breathed in sharply “Enjoy!” the Egyptian whispered huskily.
Anna sensed the presence of the other maid before her “You will be delighted to find out, with what we will gag you! Consider it a special gift” “Sachmet purred “I can hardly wait” the Russian smiled coyly – and opened her mouth. And gagged as a large silky mass was pressed into her mouth “I did my workout in these panties and masturbated three times on it! This is my personal present!” the Egyptian smiled.
Anna mumbled something into her packed mouth “You don´t need to thank me” Sachmet smiled “And Aya has prepared another present!” Another mass of fabric was pressed and prodded into Anna´s oral captivity “These socks I wore, while I jogged three hours through the desert!” Aya explained “and masturbated on them!”
“You are too generous!” Anna mumbled into her packed mouth. The socks had been a tight fit and so her jaws stood wide ajar.
Thanks to her blindfold she could not see, that Aya was holding another silk scarf with a large overhand knot in its centre before her mouth: Sachmet pressed the knot between Anna´s lips while Aya pulled tight with all the force she could muster. Anna gurgled into her gag and shook her head “Hold still!” the brown haired admonished the Russian and slapped her on her butt – not overly hard but it stung. The violinist sighed and complied.
The two Egyptians did stop only, when the knot had vanished behind Anna´s lips. Her face was contorted into an involuntary grin. So long was the scarf that Sachmet could cover Anna´s lower face from chin to nose two times before she knotted it tightly. Anna was panting heavily and fighting her gag reflex.
Suddenly she felt a sharp pain: Aya had pinched both her nipples. Anna´s protest was barely audible “I think we can improve the gag a bit, what do think Aya?” Sachmet smiled deviously “If I think about it, you are right!” Aya made a pretty good show of pondering the question.
Anna found out soon enough, what the Egyptian had meant with “improving” – a thick and heavy pad of gauze was pressed against her lower face. While Aya held it in place, Sachmet tied another shawl around her lower face to keep it in place. This procedure the Egyptians repeated three times.
Aya pinched Anna´s nipples a second time – and was pleased with the result “Perfect! Come to bed now Anna!” and took the Russian by the left hand. 15 Minutes later Anna laid on her back on the incredible comfortable mattress in a tight spread eagle – of course with silk scarves.
“I cannot deny that I am relaxed and comfortable” Anna sighed while she waited for what would happen next – not that she could do anything else. She had not to wait for long: Aya – it had to be Aya – because Anna knew her perfume by now- straddled her upper body and began to fondle her breasts.
Another movement of the Mattress told the Russian that Sachmet was kneeling between her legs. What Anna could not see? The Egyptian held a large Hitachi Wand in her hands – she switched it on.
What began now was a long ride for Anna, a long ride of pleasure and denial. For a long time mostly denial: Anna cursed and pleaded into her gag – as the Vibrations against her crotch scarf stopped again. She had lost count long ago how often the two Egyptians had done this:
Aya played with her breasts, while Sachmet pressed the Vibrator against Anna´s crotch. But each time before Anna could get release – the two Ladies stopped their administrations.
Anna was by now totally frustrated – and immensely horny: She grinded her hips, she groaned and moaned and banged her head against the soft cushion under her head “Thank god she is gagged so tightly” Aya grinned “I bet those Russian curses are pretty colourful” Sachmet grinned “But we should be merciful! What do you think?” “Nah!” Aya demurred “let us wait some more. Anna strained against her bonds and became very vocal despite the heavy gag.
Sachmet switched the Wand on again … and this time she allowed Anna to cum. The Orgasm was soo powerful that it seemed the Russian would rip her bonds apart: Toes pointed. Her body became limb. Anna had blackened out “I bet she is a real screamer in the sack” Aya grinned.
How long she was out Anna did not know. When she was lucid again, she lay unbound and ungagged on the bed, her head resting in Sachmet´s lap, while Aya pressed gently the filled goblet against her lips. The Russian still looked with dreamy eyes at the Egyptian and drank. The concoction made her incredible relaxed.
And then the two maids had begun to mummify Anna ….
The Present:
The relentless Assault on her feet, on her breasts wore Anna down – so she welcomed the sweet and tangy smelling cloth which was pressed on her face – firmly but not brutal. Sachmet held the cloth for a while longer pressed on Anna´s face – just to be sure.
“Tell me that wasn´t fun!” the Egyptian told the unconscious Russian “Let us wrap things up and get sleeping beauty to her quarters” Aya sighed “Pharaoh is a lucky man to have her!”
“Don´t tell me, you are jealous!” Sachmet chuckled.
“Who?” Me?” Aya smiled – and the two Ladies set to work “Wrapping things up” as Sachmet had called it.