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Chapter 95
“A rendezvous”
The Western Desert: The Palace, around 1945 PM:
Anna had to think back eight months when she had appraised herself in the mirror at another place. Back then she had looked forward to an evening with James at an Indian Restaurant “The Benares”. She had been exited as she had stepped into her red high heeled open toed platform heels, her mind wandered back:
Her Grace Grand Duchesse Anna Alexandrovna Romanova stood in front of the large Mirror in her Suite and regarded her mirror image critically – Anna was not vain, she liked though what she saw: Her long dark tresses were woven into a crown of braids, Kate had helped. The Make Up the Russian had applied with extra care to cover the traces of the Bruises and Gashes.
Only the fresh Scar above her left Brow stood out somewhat – but in Anna´s view it made her even more mysterious. The Bruises on the left side of her body had almost vanished completely. The Violinist had opted for a matching set of red lacy Bra and Panties. Anna had chosen a perfume, heavy on the Patchouli – and applied it at her arm pits, her wrists and further south. She knew that 007 liked that Perfume very much. And as they said … “in love and war”
A Pair of slightly shimmering Nude Hose adored her long, toned legs. Carefully applied red Nail polish shimmered through, which matched the Tone of her Dessous.
Pleased she threw the Dress above her Head and zipped herself up. The sleek red Dress left her shoulders bare and accentuated her cleavage nicely. The Hem ended one foot past her knees. Anna sat down before her Mirror and applied a set of ear rings each with a red ruby in its Centre. A matching Collier of Red Rubies graced her Décolleté - it was the set Carl von Winterfeldt had presented them at the beginning of the Hunt for the Weinstein Collection, when The Black Lady had attacked Chris, Anna at Kate at Hamburg, tied them up, gagged them and played with them.
Anna stepped into her red open toed Gianvito Rossi Platform Heels, made a pirouette in front of her large mirror and blew herself a kiss, took her coat, grabbed her clutch and left her suite with a bounce in her step. Anna was giddy with anticipation as she stepped down the large Stairwell, which led to the Entrance Hall.
Yes, back then she had been giddy with anticipation. This evening? Not so much. This evening she would have to do anything to keep her temperament in check.
That bloody bastard! He thought himself so clever. But if he really thought, if he really thought she would give in so easily? He was in for a rude awakening. Al Mansour thought he had all parameters factored in “Well think again!”
A grim smile curled Anna´s lips.
“Anna?” Merit interrupted her musings “You do look magnificent” “She sounds insecure, hesitating” the Russian thought “As if she fears to anger me” Anna turned around and looked Merit in the eye “You do not need to fear anything Merit” she said softly “I am not cross with you – far from it” A knock at the doors of her Rooms interrupted them “Go” Anna said “Show them in!” Anna straightened herself in the centre of her Study and waited.
She had not long to wait: Seth-Nacht entered accompanied by a detail of six guards. Two of the guards carried some items, which Anna recognized “Your Grace” the Commander of Pharaoh´s Sacred Guard acknowledged her “Commander” Anna returned with a small nod “Carry on” she said calmly and presented her arms to her handler.
She was Grand Duchesse Anna Alexandrovna Romanova, Grand Grand Niece of Tsar Nicolas II. She would not bow, she would not beg. Not here, not now, never. She looked Seth-Nacht straight in the eye “Bring it on” they said.
Anna did not break eye contact , as two of the soldiers mitted her hands and cuffed her wrists with heavily manacles and shackled her ankles next “Commander” the Russian said lightly, almost conversationally “One must think that my future husband is afraid of me, me a harmless woman” Anna smiled – her tone was light, almost conversationally.
“Your Grace” Seth Nacht said calmly, but with respect “You are many things – but not harmless” And to Anna´s astonishment he bowed – deeper than ever before. “Mistress! What is going on?” Merit wanted to get to Anna. Two of the soldiers held her back – not very gentle.
“Let her go!” Anna commanded “She is my Lady in Waiting and she will stand down” She looked the two soldiers straight in the eye “If you are in for fight I am more than willing to give you satisfaction” Anna turned to Seth Nacht “What do you think Commander? Will your Soldiers spar with me tomorrow in the Gym?” And the smallest of smiles crossed the Commanders chiselled features “You two” he commanded “You two will spar with Her Grace tomorrow!”
The two Soldiers let Merit go and saluted to her Superior crisply “Well” Anna mused “Something to look forward too, kicking some Ass!” She turned to Seth Nacht again “I assume I will be blindfolded and gagged now?” The Commander nodded.
Her Handlers were surprisingly gentle “My future husband will like his price possession intact” she mused darkly as the Soldiers applied a heavily padded Panelgag with a large foam ball in its centre. They made it tight but not cruelly tight. Same went for the heavily padded sleep mask …
20 Minutes later Anna was led through the secret passageways which connected the different wings of the palace. The air was cool here. She would have heard her platform heels clicking on the stone floor had she not been rendered deaf:
The earbuds cancelled any noise out – the blindfold was tight, but heavily padded – the panel gag too. Her guards lead her quite gently she had to admit. Merit had been shocked but kept in the background. The young woman had had tears in her eyes. Anna felt pity for her Lady in Waiting. She had not deserved to be part of this sick Game. And the Russian vowed trash the two soldiers thoroughly the next day. They would regret the moment they had manhandled Merit.
Anna counted steps. She estimated that they had walked for roughly 20 Minutes now. The Russian stepped over a threshold: An elevator? By the feeling they moved upwards “16 Seconds” – they left the elevator – the air was warmer now.
Another corridor, another threshold; Anna smelled the spices of oriental cuisine, incense. Her handlers let her upper arms go. She just stood there. But she was not alone. Anna sensed the presence of another person –and the scent of an aftershave: Sandalwood.
She felt the soft touches of hands on her skin, her bare shoulders. Anna shuddered. The hands of a man: The fingers stroked her above the scar above her left brow. It costed her all the self-control she could muster not to shrink back in revulsion.
Nobody touched that scar – well almost nobody. She loved it, when James caressed it, kissed it. But this man touching her was disgusting.
The hands stroke above the crown of her head, the crown of braids: Merit had copied it perfectly – just from the images. The hands fumbled at the ear buds, first the left, then the right ear. Finally she could hear again.
“My dear Anna” the deep baritone spoke gently “I did miss you, you know” He stroked above the scar again “This scar” the voice remarked “It suits you – it adds to your beauty. Does James touch it?” Anna grew tense “Shh” the voice said “No need to get anxious”.
“You are one to talk” Anna mused “You are not the one tied up and gagged and guest of a sociopath styling himself Pharaoh” The hands fumbled at the blindfold. Anna´s eyed needed time to adjust; the Room she was in was similar in design to her own quarters – but larger, much larger. The same hands fumbled at the buckles of her gag.
Anna licked her lips after the ball came free. Before her stood Hiram al Mansour clad in the traditional garb of the Egyptian Nobles.
His muscular upper body was perfect, Anna could not deny it – and under any other circumstances she would have found the man attractive “Do you always tie and gag the women you invite to dinner?” The Russian made no effort to hide her anger – her eyes shot daggers.
Al Mansour seemed more amused than angry about this display of bravado “You know, that is something I love about you, your fiery spirit, your temperament.
Anna just stared back. Only then she noticed that behind her host stood two tall slender women, clad in the traditional robes of the Egyptian Noblewoman, as they had been customary in the 18th Dynasty.
Peculiar: Both women wore white panel gags, which covered the lower half of their faces. And both wore golden shackles around wrists and ankles “If you promise to behave Anna, Aya and Sachmet will unshackle you. Do I have your word?” Al Mansour inquired, looking her directly in the eye – his dark eyes were mesmerizing Anna thought “But I will not give in!”
The Russian pondered the question – finally she nodded. The Son of Horus smiled – “I knew you would see sense!” “Don´t get used to it” Anna muttered. While the two Maids removed her shackles Anna kept her tongue.
“Listen Anna” Al Mansour continued “You have probably a lot of questions why you are here and about your future” He paused, expecting obviously a reply of his guest, but Anna just looked at him – her expression though said more than any words - “We will have Dinner – and then we will talk about all this” Al Mansour stated grandiosely.
Anna nodded, her blood boiled, but she restrained herself
She did not trust her Temperament enough to tell Al Mansur outright that he was in her perception a sick Sociopath. Somehow she felt like in a bad dream and so she allowed her host to lead her to the large balcony which offered a grandiose overview over the whole complex:
On the balcony a table was laid for two: Anna had a déjà vu: The table, the cutlery, the decoration, the China she had seen before: This was an exact copy of the table James booked for them at the Benares …. So many months ago.
Al Mansour seemed to be delighted by the look of incredulity on Anna´s face “Somebody must wake me up! This sick bastard has recreated the whole scene down to the minuscule detail!” The Egyptian chuckled “Your face is so beautiful, when you look that way!”
Anna did not respond, instead she stepped to the banister, something compelled her to do that: The Russian gripped it firmly and gazed into the night and into the sky:
Before her, under her and around her she could make out the vast temple-palace complex. The sky was beautiful – and she felt the myriads of stars she could see, strangely comforting.
Nights in the desert were that way, almost no sound, no artificial light – and while conflicting emotions fought a close battle inside her – Anna could not deny this place was magical “Magnificent” she whispered, Al Mansour had stepped behind her and he felt his body´s warmth his presence keenly “Yes, it is beautiful Anna” He took her hand and Anna let him “Please do have a seat!”
Like a true gentleman he helped her sitting down, before he took his place across her. He signalled the two maids “Champaign!”
Anna had made a decision, she pulled herself together, took the flute which had appeared out of nowhere and toasted “To what have you created here Hiram!” she spoke softly but looked him straight in the eyes “To that!” the Egyptian replied, and they clanked glasses.
“I was sure you would like it, Anna!” And his right hand found her left. It´s touch felt warm, and dry. The violinist supressed an urge to pull her hand away, instead she smiled at the Creator of this place. To her surprise this was easy, she could not say why, just followed her instincts.
There were stranger things, than sitting on a balcony deep in the Western Desert in a perfect replica of an Ancient Egyptian Palace and having dinner with a man who had vowed to cleanse the earth. Stranger things happened but not many.
The first course was served this time Anna was not surprised at all, that it was the same first course she had with James back then. It rivalled the quality of the original. Between to bites Anna asked, “Was it difficult to recreate that?” she made a motion to their surroundings “When I walk these floors, when I see the reliefs I always feel I am back in time, Hiram”
Her host seemed flattered “I appreciate that compliment Anna” he smiled “It was not easy, but if you have the means, if you have a vision? You can achieve anything!” “He believes that” Anna mused as she let that remark sink in.
“When did you start this endeavour – surely you need time to build something huge?” The violinist knew she was walking on a razor knife “Too much flattery? He won´t believe me - Not enough? He will be disappointed” Anna knew that Al Mansour was a popinjay. So, some well-placed flattery would not hurt
Thankfully Anna did not have to fake her enthusiasm, she was impressed.
The Son of Horus did look long at her “You know, I am the last descendant of a long line which reaches back to the Pharaoh´s of the 4th Dynasty” He chuckled “At least my Scholars do tell me that” And this smile reminded Anna of the Man she had found intriguing back then in New York.
The second course was served – and between the fabulous dinner with its rich oriental spices – Al Mansur told her a story, and once more Anna found what a fascinating conversationalist he could be, and a part of her did allow to be enthralled by that magic words, allowed him to take her on a journey back through time, from the God Kings of the 4th Dynasty to the present, she even enjoyed it.
Another part of Anna waited. Waited patiently to ask the man, entertaining her with tales, the hard questions, the uncomfortable ones, the questions he could not just sugar coat with the honey of sweet illusion.
And that part of Anna was not dormant, would never sleep, the part that would rip out Al Mansours throat, if the opportunity presented itself.
Contently the other Anna lay the cutlery aside “Hiram, thank you for that magnificent dinner” She meant it and so the warm smile was totally natural, the Russian took another sip of the perfect white wine of German Origin “You said previously that after Diner you would answer my questions?”
“My dear Anna” the man who was known to the world as Hiram al Mansur smiled – and the Russian found, she could get lost in those eyes if she allowed it … “Ask, what you want to ask” He is a calculating cold-blooded bastard” but Anna smiled, tried to keep her voice even “Why all of this? Why I am here?”
“Anna” that deep baritone sent waves through her body “I wanted to marry you, the moment I met you in New York in Rachel´s Apartment” “Did you?” Anna smiled coyly “I wanted you from that moment being the foundress of a new dynasty of kings!” The Russian still smiled “He really does believe this” “This will be the beginning of a new era! With you at my side we can conquer the world!”
Anna managed a polite “I don´t know what to say my king!” Her mind reeling with pictures of Al Mansour bedding her, forcing him onto her “I will cut his throat before that happens – or mine” she vowed to herself.
Anna took another sip of her wine, looked at her right wrist and wondered “Why is my hand still steady? I should be shocked; shocked and shaken!” She set the glass down, gently and looked at her host.
“Why did you stage this scene? My dress? This fantastic dinner?” Somehow, she managed to sound calm, polite even if every fibre of her body screamed “If this shall work, if I shall be your Great Royal Wife? I should know!”
Al Mansur smiled “What do you mean by staging my queen?” This was one moment where Anna was really tempted to throw all caution out the window and rip his throat out – that she did not? She was very much proud of “My dear Hiram, don´t play with me” Anna returned much more calmly then she felt “He must hear my voice quivering” the violinist looked straight at him “Don´t insult my intelligence” she scoffed “I will tell you then what I think, and you can contradict me” Anna had long forgotten that she was sitting in the middle of the desert “Do you want to test my obedience? Do you want to punish me?” Her eyes were wide and blazing.
“Punishing you, Anna? No” Al Mansur replied calmly “I wanted you to relive that moment, so that you can say goodbye to your old life. Because, when you become my queen? Your old life will be over”.
Anna said nothing for a moment, which felt like minutes to her, hours even “I have a life, and I have friends you know – you think they will just forget me?” She had spoken softly, and she welled up “Anna” her captor said gently “They mean nothing, those friends – if you have me”
And his Eyes grew a nuance harder – for a fleeting second. Then the moment
“Chris will never stop to search for me” Anna held her ground “Dear Anna I didn´t want to tell you this on the evening of your proclamation “Chris is just running in circles through the desert as we speak, my most loyal servant tells me”.
Al Mansour paused, gauging Anna´s reaction “My most loyal servant is a member of your group – her last report told me, that Chris searches you many many miles from here” “He almost seems to gloat” Anna thought, trying to keep her emotions in check “You shall never underestimate Chris” she replied calmly finally “I know a few people who made that mistake” The violinist looked him straight in the eye.
The Son of Horus seemed unimpressed “Those men were not me!” He added “And even Chris finds the way here? What shall she accomplish against my Legions?”
Later Anna wondered how calmly she replied, “If you really believe that Hiram, you have no idea what Chris is capable off” Softer she added “I will become your queen but I will be an unusual queen”
Now Al Mansur looked intrigued – and delighted “Sick Bastard” Anna thought “Music is my life. I am the music. Me and my violin are one – I will play the violin, my violin as often and as much as I want. I am also a warrior. I will train and I will fight whenever I want – what do you say my king?”
Whatever Al Mansur had wanted to say they would never know: The same moment the doors of Pharaoh´s private quarters were ripped open. A black clad woman stumbled inside followed by several people Anna knew: Anck-Sun-Amun, Ramose and Seth-Nacht, followed by a picket of soldiers: The black clad woman sank to the floor, totally exhausted.
Pharaoh rose to his full height, to impressive seven feet. Anger flashed across his face “What is the meaning of this? I made it totally clear, that I did not want to be disturbed this evening!!” The jovial mask had slipped and revealed the other side of Al Mansour.
Anna had risen also – she looked closer at the face of the black clad woman. Before anyone else dared to speak Anna bowed to Al Mansour “My King, Son of Horus, who will reign one million years, I think I can save us time!” she looked up and smiled triumphantly at the High Priestess, then at Pharaoh. Anna noticed that the Grand Vizier was observing her acutely.
“Enlighten us my future Queen!” Sethi III commanded “Gladly” Anna smiled “I will” the Russian bowed again – and enjoyed every second “This woman” she pointed at the kneeling figure in black on the floor “brings a message from Christine von der Marwitz” Anna turned to Ramose “Am I not correct your Excellency?”
The Grand Vizier seemed surprised “Yes, you are Your Grace …. but ….”
Anna turned to Pharaoh again, who was still enraged but also intrigued “Look at the wound dressings of that woman my king! Look at her right cheek and her throat! And then look at face and throat of the High Priestess!”
Anna pulled herself together “This will be the message: I will come for you Anck-Sun-Amun, you and your master, I will burn this Palace to the ground!”
Silence greeted those words. Deafening, loud, eerie silence, silence which rang in every ear – Pharaoh´s eyes flashed dangerously “Is my future bride correct, Grand Vizier? High Priestess? Tell me! Now!” the king bellowed.
The Grand Vizier was the first person to muster the courage to face the ire of their master “The Assessment of Her Grace is correct” he bowed slightly.
Al Mansour turned to Anna – there was something about that smile she could not place- “my future bride – the Grand Vizier, the High Priestess and my trusted Commander have to talk state affairs, which will surely bore you, so the Ladies Aya and Sachmet will help you pass the time till I return!”
So fixated Anna had been on the tableau before her, that she did not sense the movement behind her: Two arms grabbed her from behind and pressed her arms against her body, another pair of hands pressed a thick cloth on her face.
It was doused with some essence – Chloroform she would have recognized – Myrrh? So, total had been the surprise that she had already breathed in a healthy dosage of the stuff – her field of vision began to shrink already.
Whatever it was: The drug sapped her strength much more quickly than chloroform. Her struggles were weak already – and then Anna fell into a bottomless Abyss.
Al Mansour turned to his Ladies: “Take care of Her Grace and entertain her in my private chamber of desire!” Aya took Anna by her ankles Sachmet grabbed the unconscious woman under her arms. Together they carried the Russian away.
“Now to us!” He towered over the kneeling Maketaton and stared down at her “And now I want to know what happened and what von der Marwitz told you!” “Seth Nacht” he commanded “bring her down to the interrogation chamber and prepare her – we will join you presently!”
Two of Seth Nacht´s Guardsmen grabbed the daughter of Isis at the upper arms and dragged her down the passageway which led to the interrogation chamber and the preparation chamber.
Anck-Sun-Amun had to supress a shudder: She remembered her last visit down there as if it was yesterday – when Pharaoh had her punished for laying hands on the accursed Grand Duchesse …
Later:
As Anna regained consciousness, she was not surprised that she had been undressed to her panties and hose, or that she had been tied up and gagged, crotch roped or someone had put a vibrator in her pussy. The biggest surprise “Thank you for that” Anna did not suffer from a hangover – which was normally one of the downsides of being chloroformed. The Russian took in her surroundings:
In principle the chamber she was in, was in style similar to her own quarters: A perfect replica of Egyptian Palace Architecture. One remarkable difference: the themes of the paintings and reliefs: “Erotic art or pornography?” Anna mused. The chamber was equipped with all the tools of trade one would expect in a house of pain.
Her own predicament was …. Anna searched for a word “interesting, creative?” It could have definitely been more torturous: She had been tied in a kneeling frog tie, which granted easy access to her upturned soles. The Russian wiggled her toes and flexed her feet. Her toes had been not tied – yet. Probably not an oversight by her handlers, her wrists and elbows had been welded together. The strict tie forced her breasts outward.
The coarse jute rope was anything but comfortable, especially the very tight knotted crotch rope which cut deep into her, pressing into the red silk of her lacy panties. Under any other circumstances she might have enjoyed it – and the vibrator in her pussy too. Today Anna was thoroughly annoyed.
The best thing of this evening had been the appearance of that “Messenger” – to know, that Chris was well, and on the way to rescue her had been a real boost to morale “I just have to survive till Chris and the others come”.
The blonde had played this very clever: By sending that poor Woman – yes on a certain level Anna felt pity with her – Chris had sowed the seed of doubt in the hearts of their enemies “Chris, you have gotten under their skin”.
Anna had seen the reaction of Al Mansour: He had lost his cool for a spell.
She tested her bonds: Her upper body had been welded against a column by three tight rope bands: One above her breasts, one below and one around her waist. The boxtie was more a reverse prayer “but I will cope” Anna motivated herself.
If she was honest: The worst was the gag. In fact, this was a variation of the one they had been all gagged with when they had first met Anck-Sun-Amun. Her lower face was hidden behind a contraption of heavy leather which hid her lower face and a posture collar. It compressed her lower face immensely. Her mouth had been stuffed with – Anna didn´t have to be Einstein to be sure – with a mass of used underwear.
Only now she registered that she faced the doorway, two women entered: Free now of her restraints and gags: Aya? Sachmet?
The two women sank – elegantly – as Anna had to admit – to their knees, now the violinist could look them straight in the eyes, without having to crane her neck. One was slightly taller than her companion: “Aya?”
“We are glad that you are awake Your Grace” – she was soft spoken and polite – Anna just stared back “The living god ordered us to take good care of you, and that we will do! Won´t we Sachmet?” Her companion smiled “Of course” her voice sounded slightly husky, wicked even.
To Anna´s astonishment both women rose as elegantly as they had knelt and began to undress “No” Anna corrected herself “This is some sort of erotic dance – and erotic it was, and the Russian could not help it, her body reacted “Traitor” the rational part of Anna´s brains chided her.
The two Egyptians were in incredibly erotic sight: Lean and slender bodies, moving with a slow sensuous grace. Finally, the two bowed before her, in all their naked glory. Aya? Went around Anna and the column she was tied to – Sachmet went to a table and selected an item, which Anna could not see from her position. A pair of soft warm palms distracted her anyway as they cupped her breast, gently massaged them.
The Russian closed her eyes and enjoyed the soft caresses of these palms. They began to play with her already firm nipples. Anna moaned gently in her heavy gag. She was conflicted “I should resist, but after this day why shouldn´t I just give in?”
And then vibrator inside her began to buzz – but that was not all. Something vibrating was pressed firmly pressed against her crotch. These vibrations stopped – she and strained against her bonds, grinded her hips. The soft caresses of her sensitive breasts stopped also.
Instead, she felt soft moist lips kissing the balls of her left foot. Another kiss – and another – a different pair of hands touched her breasts. Not from behind this time. The hot lips kissed her left heel, while another pair of hot lips took her left nipple in her mouth, sucked at it. A sharp pain shot through her body.
The other woman had bitten her – playfully.
Her tongue glided above her areola, while the other hand massaged her right breast. Then the attentions stopped – the vibrator sprung to life. This was slow erotic torture. What Anna did not know, several floors below real torture was happening – but at times ignorance was a blessing. The two maids had not promised too much: they were taking good care of Anna.
One hour later: the Russian was panting heavily after the last of several orgasms – the last one had been so powerful, that Anna had lost consciousness for several seconds – as she was told later.
The Russian was not entirely lucid, basking in the after orgasmic glow, her dark eyes were still clouded, Aya and Sachmet were gently caressing her hot and sweaty skin, one kneeling to her left, one kneeling to her right.
From one moment to the next the atmosphere in the chamber changed, it was as if someone had doused a candle with a bucket of icy cold water. Still slightly dazed Anna raised her head and looked at Hiram al Mansur who was standing in the doorway and gazing down at her. His eyes dark shimmering marbles - and smile on his lips, she could not place right now.
“Has he spilled his wine?” Anna mused “There are red specks on his pleated skirt?” slowly but inexorably the truth dawned to Anna “This is no wine, this is blood!” Her eyes widened and all dizziness was gone.
More irritating than anything else was the benevolent smile of his “You did take good care of my future bride – help her now to relax some more, this day must have been very stressful!” “We will see again soon my beloved Anna!” He turned one his heel – and was gone.
While Anna´s still befuddled mind was trying to comprehend what had been going on? A doused cloth was pressed on her face again – this time the violinist did not struggle at all. She just let it happen – and succumbed to the sweet darkness which covered her with its comforting veil “Just breathe in deeply Anna” Sachmet or was it Aya whispered gently in her left ear. The Russian did the sensible thing - and did just that. She was simply overwhelmed.
Anna fell into the abyss.