The fourth Contest
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After Lunch at the Entrance of the Resort:
Chris had enjoyed the Lunch very much. After all the Exercises of midmorning, they all had dug in, Chris and Hayley even more so – famished after their extra exercise At 1400 Hours they assembled at the Entrance of the Resort, where four Jeeps awaited them. Chris took a look around:
For the next competition someone had plundered Lara Croft´s Wardrobe: Practical Blouses for Hiking, matching shorts and hiking Boots and neckties in “their” colour, the Blouses all a little too small, highlighting their Assets. Chris smiled.
The animated chatter died down as the umpires arrived, also dressed for Hiking, but in white and with Tropical Helmets on their heads, which you could see in Movies like “The Mummy” and the like.
Rachel Weinstein addressed them: “I hope you have all recharged your batteries and are ready for the next Game. We will make a short detour through the desert. We will fill you in the details when we have reached our Destination!”
After a Trip of roughly 20 Minutes through the Desert the Convoy halted in a small Wadi at the foot of a steep black Basalt Cliff. When they had left the Cars the Girls discovered a large rectangular Portal cut in the Basalt, the door lintel and the Pillars at the left and the right, covered with Hieroglyphs.
“Abandon all hope ye enter!” Anna quipped and Kate grinned: “I did know that you are a Woman of many Talents, but that you can read Hieroglyphs surprises even me”
“I am a Woman full of Surprises as you should know by now you imbecile!” Anna returned sweetly.
“Imbecile? Speaking from personal Experience Moron?” came the dry reply-
Rachel Weinstein begged them to form a circle around her and Scully “As you probably already found out, my friend, who owns the Resort is a bit of eccentric “”Hear, hear” Anna cut in “He is a bit eccentric as are some of this Clients and he is a great Admirer of Old Egypt and all things related:
https://thebanmappingproject.com/tombs/ ... rameses-ii
Tomb KV 5 is the largest and in some ways most mysterious of the Tombs in the Valley of the Kings
We stand here at the Entrance of a Copy of the famous Tomb KV 05 in the Valley of the Kings – with some modifications” Weinstein grinned “as you will find out. This Copy is designed to entertain Guests who want to play Lara Croft or the famous Evelyn Callahan”
Scully continued:
“And this will be your task: You have to enter the Tomb, find the Burial Chamber and recover the Bracelet of Anubis. If you fail, a disaster beyond your imagination will occur” –
Weinstein´s smile was now one of the wicked sort – “You have to be on your Guard though, because the High Priest Imhotep and his loyal Priests will do everything in their Power to stop you. Understood?” A collective nod “So be on your Guard!”
“The Winner will be she, who retrieves the Bracelet and makes it back here, first: You will start in order of the Places, you achieved in our first Competition of the Day, so you” she turned to Chris “will begin, then Kirsty will follow and so on … clear?”
“Clear” Chris acknowledged.
“Each of you will get a backpack with flashlights and other tools befitting of an explorer”
They retrieved their Gear and readied themselves.
“And may the odds be always in your favour!” Rachel Weinstein intoned solemnly – but with a slightly ironic undertone.
“Afraid of the Curse of Mummy? The Dark Lady teased Chris
“Not more than you” the Pianist replied evenly.
“Oh I forgot! You enjoy being mummified” the Thief smiled wickedly." This time Chris just smiled back and said nothing
“Chris get ready!” Weinstein cut in and Chris turned and walked to the Entrance Gate, which was guarded by two Sphinxes.
Chris took a deep breath and crossed the doorstep and followed the descending floor. In regular intervals torches spread some light. Soon the daylight faded and only the Torches illuminated the Corridor
The Walls of the Corridor were covered with scenes from the Book of the Dead. Chris was no Egyptologist, but the Reliefs seemed to be of high Quality. Whoever had built that Replica had gone to great lengths to create a perfect Copy of the ancient Tombs. The Air was fresh and very dry. She followed the Corridor carefully minding her Step.
Outside the Tomb, 20 Minutes later:
The last contestant had just vanished inside the Tomb. Next to the Jeeps were steep Basalt Cliff provided some shelter from the sun, the Staff had erected a large Sun Screen, Rachel Weinstein and Dana Scully sat down on two comfortable Recliners, two Maids relieved them of their boots and socks and massaged their feet.
Weinstein sighed contently. Another Maid provided them with a fruity, but loaded concoction. In front of them a large Flat Screen had been erected. The Screen was divided into ten Squares.
“Let the Games begin!” Scully grinned “Whom should we follow first? Rachel pressed a button on the remote control.
Inside the Tomb:
Chris had followed the Corridor deep in the cliffs. This was exciting!
Carefully she moved forward and listened intently. Her senses were on High Alert. So far nothing, but silence … she stopped abruptly. There! Before her was a Trench, which blocked her way.
To continue her way deeper into the Tomb, she had to find a way to cross it. Chris tried to estimate the Distance, roughly 1.50 Metres? A bit more? She went three, four Metres back and broke into a run, hurled herself into the air – and landed safely on the other side.
She waited a moment, to get her bearings and followed the Corridor further for a time, then: Four Stairs. As she stepped on the first one, it happened, a soft click and out the sudden the floor under her gave way. Chris fell into the Darkness. Her head hit something hard and everything went black. Her last thought: “Fuck you Rachel!”
10 Minutes earlier: The Entrance Corridor
Kirsty had followed Chris, but could neither see nor hear her. Like Chris she crossed the Trench effortlessly and followed the descending Path further. 20 Metres later, she found her Way blocked by a Wall covered with beautiful Reliefs. Could that be, a cul de Sac?
But where was Chris then? The Wall seemed to be massive. Kirsty looked around: There! On the left was a Gateway, dimly lit by torches, another one on the right side. Which one to follow? She sniffed: The Air in the right Gateway smelled odd.
“So it is left then” Kirsty mused and stepped through the Gateway: Another long Corridor dimly lit by Torches. Her soft foot falls were the only sound she could make out. Suddenly her neck hairs raised and a shudder ran down her spine.
The Briton could make out a faint sound. Carefully she trod along.
One step after another.
The Sounds became louder: Deep Voices chanting rhythmically in a foreign language. It sounded to her ear like “Yathuai! Yathuai!”
With each step, the chanting became louder. The Air grew hotter, Kirsty could smell burned incense now, the air was thick with it. At the End of the Corridor she could make out a Gateway. Kirsty carefully strode forward. Slowly and carefully not to make a sound, she unsheathed her Combat Knife.
A new Voice: A deep and rich Baritone, reciting Verses in the same foreign language. The Chants grew louder. Resolutely Kirsty stepped through the Gateway and froze:
She stood in a large Chamber, lit by bright Torches: In its Centre a stone Table, on the slab a shackled woman. Her eyes wide with fear: Sybil! The lower half of her face obscured by cotton Bandages.
She had been relieved of her Shoes and Socks and her Blouse. Chains around Ankles and Wrist and her Waist held her down. The Stone Table was surrounded by kneeling Men, clad only in loin Cloths. Chanting, moving rhythmically. Their Bodies covered in golden Paint and sweat.
Directly staring at her a tall muscular Man, but he had no face. Kristy stared at the face of a Jackal. Anubis! He had his Arms high above his head, in his hands a gleaming dagger, ready to sink the dagger deep into Sybil´s heaving Chest.
Kirsty and the Jackal locked Eyes. The Jackal bellowed a command, so transfixed Kirsty had been that she reacted slower as usual as she sensed movement behind her ….
Outside the Tomb Rachel Weinstein and Dana Scully were in Conversation: “What do you think Rachel?”
“Will any of them make it?” Scully asked her fellow American.
The Heiress smiled wickedly: “In the End? They will! But it will be a bumpy road."
The Screen changed:
Chris groaned. Her head hurt. Her Eye lids felt heavy. Nearly impossible to open them, five Minutes later, she tried it again. This time she could open her eyes. She lay on a stone floor, on her belly. Moving her head was difficult. Moving any Part of her Body was difficult. The soft light of flickering torches revealed more of the Reliefs, which had covered the Walls of the Tomb, obviously another Chamber.
The Pianist tried to comprehend her Predicament. Obviously her Brain did function in slow motion only. She had been hogtied and relieved of her shoes and socks. Surprisingly enough she had been not gagged with her own socks. The packing in her mouth felt and tasted like Egyptian cotton but she had not only been relieved of her shoes and socks. No, she was stark naked and no, she was not only hogtied.
Coarse Rope bit into her skin in too many places to count: Her wrists, her elbows, above and below her breasts, her insteps her toes. So tight was the Hogtie that only her stomach rested still on the Floor. Her finger tips touched her heels and her long hair had been tied to her Toes. A groan escaped her lips. If anyone had been present he or she would barely have heard a sound:
She was not just simply gagged: Her mouth had been packed so full with Bandages that her Jaws stood wide ajar. A tight knotted cleave pressed the Gag Packing even deeper in her oral cavity. Over the Cleave a thick Pad and Round after Round of the same Bandages which filled her Mouth.
Something gleamed in front of her Eyes. A dagger! “Not again!” Chris groaned. She remembered the last time, when she had had to free herself from a Hog Tie, after Sieglinde had ambushed her at Sylt. Only back then, the Task to reach the Knife had been a simple one.
Slowly she began to rock back and forth, to gain traction. Progress was agonizingly slow. At least the floor was smooth. Every movement though caused the Crotch Rope to cut deeper in her Private Parts. As Orgasm hit her she strained so much against their Bonds, that it looked for the fraction of a second that she would rip them apart.
In the aftermath she did not know how long it took her, to get hold of the knife, to sever the toe-hair-tie first, than the Hogtie. The knotted Crotch Rope had bitten ever more painfully into her soft flesh. And she had cursed Rachel Weinstein.
As the last rope fell, Chris lay just there on the cold floor for a while, before she managed it to pull herself upright and scanned her environment. With her stiff fingers it was no easy task to get rid of the Gag. She looked at her Body. Deep red rope Marks covered her Body from her Big Toes and Insteps upwards.
She was indeed in another Chamber, one Gateway in the western (?) Wall leaded further downwards. On a delicate round wooden Table stood a flask and a bowl both made of blue Faience. Next to it a Chest:
Carefully she moved to the Table and sniffed at the Flask: Water! She filled the Bowl, grabbed it and emptied it – in one fluid Movement.
The simple drink was refreshing. Chris turned her attention to the Chest. Very carefully she opened it, steeling herself for another unpleasant Surprise but inside was just some sort of Garment, made of white linen and a Pair of simple Egyptian Sandals.
The German grabbed the Garment and pulled it over her head. It was some sort of Tunic and more on the short side and it felt cool and smooth on her bare skin. A minor drawback though: it reached barely midthigh and was much too tight in the Breast Department, which did not improve her mood exactly.
The Sandals she would forego. Chris sighed They would make way too much noise on the stone floor – Chris shuddered. The Floor felt icy cold under her soles. She hated cold feet. At least her Captors had left her the Maglite. Carefully she walked through the Gateway and followed another set of Stairs further down.
The Screen changed again:
Sarah McKenzie aka The Dark Lady was in High Spirits. So far she had passed all obstacles. Well there had been that Mummy which had tried to ambush her. A well-aimed Round House Kick had sent the Mummy flying against the fall and then hitting the Floor hard.
She estimated that she had reached the third Floor, which meant that the Burial Chamber had to be near. It had in come handy that she possessed some knowledge about Egyptian Tombs. One of her Client had once tasked her with robbing an Egyptian Tomb, so she had studied them.
Another Screen, another Chamber:
Kate fumed: The Detective tugged on her Manacles which held her Arms high above her head. She was more angry than scarred. The chains forced her to dance on her toes. She had stumbled across a hidden wire, which released a Booby Trap of sorts.
Some Arrow had hit her squarely in the Chest and when she regained consciousness she had found herself in that Chamber, forced to dance on her tightly tied toes. Her mouth had been packed full with Cotton Bandages (?) and her Breasts adorned with Clover Clamps.
Her calves burned like fire, and there was a new sound, the sounds large insects would make on stone. Kate´s Eyes widened as she saw, what emerged from the doorway across her, frantically she tugged at her Chains – and screamed into her Gag.
A different Chamber:
Anna Romanova stared at the ceiling and chewed on the large choke pear gag in her mouth. The ceiling above her showed a scene from the Book of the Dead. For the umpteenth Time she tugged at the Chains which held her down at the stone table she laid on.
Her Big Toes had been tied back to the Manacles around her Ankles. Between her legs, she sensed some Sort of Apparatus. The last thing Anna remembered was being grabbed by two Mummies and dragged into a Chamber.
She had managed to kick one Mummy squarely in the Face, so that the Assailant had to lose his grip, but her Triumph had been short lived, because in the same moment, a third Mummy had fired a crossbow at her, a sharp Pain in her Breast – and then blackness.
Someone entered the Chamber and came nearer.
Anna wore a white linen dress, which accentuated her cleavage nicely. Next to her a Mummy stood. The Stench of Decay was unbearable. The Mummy was covered into Bandages that once must have been white, but were now yellow, dirty and torn. In its hands the Mummy held a tool, which looked like a metal comb. It bowed down and touched her right Arm Pit with the Comb..
Out of dead Eyes the Mummy stared down at her, enjoying her discomfort. Something grabbed her right and something her left foot …. and then the torture began. Soon Anna was howling into her choking gag …trashing around as much as the Chains allowed.
Another Mummy shuffled nearer a burning Candle in her Hand … Anna´s eyes became wide as the first drop of Hot Wax fell between her heaving Breasts. And the artificial Phallus between her legs glided inside her Vagina and out, and in and out with hard thrusts.
Outside the Tomb:
“This is better than any Horror Movie!” Rachel Weinstein told Dana Scully as they watched Anna´s Predicament “Oh yeah!” the FBI-Agent agreed “What is Chris doing?” And the Screen changed again:
A Corridor inside the Tomb, place and time unknown:
Christine was not a happy camper. She had followed the Stairs and Passageways further down into the tomb a while now, her already icy cold feet, chunks of Ice by now. A while ago, she had heard something which had sounded like a muffled Scream, but she could not have been sure. She paused.
Sometimes it had its advantages being a highly qualified musician, she smiled grimly. Her absolute Pitch had detected the soft sounds of approaching feet, bare feet? No, she decided: Wrapped feet. The shuffling Steps came nearer – not one but two mummies stumbled towards her, but Chris was in no mood to exchange any pleasantries, she was not just pissed, she was royally pissed off.
And a furious Chris was someone not to be trifled with as the Mummies found out quickly. Like a force of nature she charged forward. The Mummy nearest to her she hit with the flashlight on its head hard, the Mummy went down to be sure Chris rammed her left heel into the Mummies Groin not only once but twice for good measure, causing the Mummy to scream.
The other Mummy she hit with her fist squarely between the eyes and delivered a powerful kick against its chest, which send it flying hard against the Wall, hitting it with an ugly sound. She did not head that her flimsy Tunic rode high and her Brazilian Landing Strip was on full Display.
The first Mummy on the floor tugged feebly at her left ankle. Chris shook it loose and rammed her heel down on the Mummies head. It did not move anymore. “You should have stayed down” she told her Victim flatly.
Her green Eyes blazing with fire, the Adrenaline coursing through her Veins, Chris bellowed down the Corridor. “Anyone else here in need of an ass kicking free of charge?” Retreating Steps told Chris that obviously someone had decided not to take her up on her offer “Coward” she muttered and decided to follow the Steps.
Outside the Tomb:
Rachel and Dana watched in Amazement on the Screen “Wow! Now I believe that she nearly beheaded the Dark Lady!” Scully exclaimed
“Yep” Rachel nodded “Chris is a force of nature! I fear somebodies Balls will be green and blue this evening! Weinstein chuckled.
“I hope only this Mummy has a good Insurance which covers the Damage” Scully replied dryly.
Another Chamber?
Hayley stood in a pit of Sorts. When she had come around she discovered, that she had been stripped naked and tied from head to foot with wet leather Straps against a Pillar. First her Body had tied, then against the Pilar.
With difficulty she looked down at her Toes. So tight was the thin strap around them that they began to turn purple. Dammed was the Floor cold! Two additional Straps held her Insteps together.
Every five Centimetres another Strap: The most uncomfortable was the one which cut into her Crotch. Well, the one Strap that nearly cut her Breasts in half was at least as uncomfortable.
Enhanced by the Straps which squashed her Elbows together.
Hayley fumed: Weinstein and Scully would soo pay for this!
How Hayley had landed in that pit she did not know. She had followed a long Corridor downwards … there had been a sting in her Ankle and the Darkness.
Her Mouth was filled with an overly large leather ball whose straps cut deep in the soft Corners of her Mouth. Soft leather covered her lower face from nose to chin. Despite that drool dripped down on her mounds. So tight was the leather sheath that the outlines of the Ball could be clearly seen.
Then the American heard first one soft click above her, then a second and a third. Just across from her three openings had appeared in the Wall and Sand began to stream on the floor. Soon her feet and ankles were covered in Sand. And the level rose, and rose … Hayley was not one panicking easily, but as the Sand had reached the Level of her Shoulders, she screamed into her Gag.
The Screen changed again:
Sophie lay flat inside of a Stone Sarcophagus. As tightly mummified as she was, she could not move a muscle. If she could have seen herself in a Mirror, she would have detected that only her Eyes and the Tip of her Nose were not enshrouded by Bandages.
She had been plugged both Ways. That her Arms had been wrapped tightly behind her back did not help. She could move her wrapped feet a little, but that was the only Movement possible. Sophie´s Mouth had been packed to Capacity with Gauze. To be honest? Beyond Capacity? No. Way beyond Capacitiy.
She could not know it, but one of the Priests had unfolded and spread a square of fine gauze on the free area of the stone table, opened the jar of herbs (releasing a pungent, spicy odor into the still, hot air), carefully loaded a steel spatula, and sprinkled the green flecks over the white gaze. This had been repeated until the gauze was lightly covered over its entire surface. The jar was restoppered and the gauze rolled into a long, thin cylinder.
A second square of gauze was unfolded, and the cylinder was carefully arranged "S"-fashion on its surface, then the second gauze was folded and rolled over the first, producing a smooth, white, cylinder, perhaps six inches long and four in diameter. This had ben tucked into a gauze tube, which stretched over the cylinder like a fine, taut net. The final result was like a fat, short, white sausage. To get that Sausage in her Mouth had cost the Priest some effort.
The Herbs inside Gauze caused her Body Heat to rise and a steadily growing feeling of Arousal. By now Sophie was so horny that she would have ravished a Goat on the Spot. She moaned and strained against her Cocoon.
What she also did not know: The Bandages plugging her Vagina and Anus had been prepared the same way as the gag, it was only a Matter of Time, till she had her first Orgasm.
Her Skin was extremely sensitive: Before she had been wrapped, every square inch of her Skin had been oiled. The Herbs in it had made her Skin 10 Times more sensible to the slightest touch.
Sophie heard someone – or were it more persons – coming nearer. Two men? One with the Head of a Jackal, one with the Head of an Ibis peered down her. Each carried a large Basket. The Men emptied the Contents of the Baskets on her, in the Sarcophagus. Sophie began to scream into her Gag.
A soft click: Nothing happened at first. Then she stared wide eyed at the Ceiling. The Stone plate above her began to descend downwards. She would be entombed alive! Slowly but steadily the man-shaped coffin lid sank deeper. Finally another soft click, she was alone in the Darkness ….
The Central Chamber:
The Dark Lady stepped through the Gateway. A large Chamber. In its Centre: A Pedestal, made of polished red Granite. Four steps lead up to it. One it on a velvet cushion: a shimmering object: The Bracelet of Anubis!
“You are mine!” The Thief exclaimed and stepped into the Chamber. A voice, a voice she knew stopped her dead in her Tracks. “Not so fast McKenzie, not so fast!”
The Dark Lady scoffed: “You think you can hinder me?”
“I recon I can” the other Woman replied confidently and came nearer …
One Hour later:
Chris Mood had not improved. ´Royally pissed off would be Understatement of the Century. She had cold feet, she was hungry and thirsty. Only by accident she had found the Way back to the Entrance. In the Distance she could make out the Entry of the cursed Tomb.
The Air was warmer now. She had to blink as she stumbled into the daylight. The warm Sand felt heavenly under her cold feet. Applause greeted her. There were her Friends. She counted: Only Kirsty and Sarah were missing.
“Come here Chris!” Rachel Weinstein addressed and presented her with a drink and gave her the once over. To her Credit: She tried to keep a straight Face, but failed, abysmally so.
“Not a word” Chris growled “Say anything and you will be found by archaeologists a thousand years from now.”
“Cool down Chris!” The American soothed her “Tell me that this wasn't fun."
"Bear in mind that there are eight of us and two of you and that there is a good chance I am the least pissed off of everyone." Chris snapped back.
"It was meant as a bit of fun." Weinstein said, still smiling – and undeterred by Chris´ fury.
"I think you should be praying the others see it that way." Chris stared back at her before she changed the Subject: “Where are Kirsty and Sarah?”
“Come, look for yourself!” The Heiress beckoned her and pointed at the Screen “The Final is about to Commence but have a seat first”
Chris was only slightly mollified but followed Weinstein under the Sun Screen. “Take a seat” the American pointed to another Recliner. Chris fell down on the Recliner and sighed. One of the Staff knelt down at her feet and began to clean them, then massaging them gently. Another one presented her with a drink.
“Chris?” “Yes Anna” “If you don´t mind me saying so, you look a little worse for wear” “Just shut up” came the curt reply “Uups, someone is a little grumpy” Anna grinned sweetly. “Don´t overdo it” Chris countered “Me? Never!” The Russian smiled innocently. “There look at the Screen!”
The Screen showed a Chamber, obviously the central room of the Tomb. Two Women were encircling each other, cautiously waiting for an opportunity to attack. Sarah and Kirsty, in Chris´ opinion both opponents were evenly matched. Chris curiosity got the better of her and she watched with interest.
When they had toasted the Winner with a Glass of Champagne, Rachel Weinstein and Dana Scully toasted the contestants: “To all of you and a most memorable Event!” The Applause was at lukewarm at best, especially Chris seemed not to be entirely placated, Weinstein noticed.
“She will get over it” she told herself and addressed the Girls “We will return now to the Resort, you will have 90 Minutes to relax and get ready for the final Round of our little Tournament!”
“What do you have in mind Rachel?” Chris interrupted her “That would be spoiling the Surprise, wouldn't it Chris?” their Host smiled.
“Keep in mind what I told you before and after we displayed all good Sportsmanship, I think we are entitled to know what is in store for us for my Part I am not in the mood for waking up naked on an icy cold floor again” Chris said that smiling, but her undertone made it clear, that this point was not open for debate.
Finally Rachel relented “I guess you have a point Christine” Would you explain the next Contest Dana?” The FBI agent nodded:
“The last Contest will be a Team-Building Exercise: You will form two Teams of Four. Your Task will be to create the perfect Mummy. You will choose one Team Member which will play the Mummy. When we have returned to the Resort, you will have 90 Minutes for Relaxation and Preparation, the Staff will assist you.”
While Dana had spoken, Chris´ Mood had obviously changed because she smiled broadly “I am in” and the others also murmured their consent. Rachel regarded the Pianist with a long look. Something had obviously changed.
When they had arrived at the Resort everybody retired to their Quarters. Hayley´s Smartphone signaled an incoming message. “From Chris” she told Kirsty
“What does she want?” the Briton asked
“We should meet her ASAP at her Quarters.” Hayley returned frowning, then a smile crossed her face
“I think I have an idea what she wants”
“And what?” Kirsty asked
“You will see” her Friend replied mysteriously.
As they arrived at Chris´ Bungalow they met Anna and Kate. The others were already present. “What´s up Chris?” Anna grinned “Why the rush?” Chris and Hayley exchanged a look and Chris nodded. The American took that as her Clue “What Chris wants to tell us, that we will change the Rules of the next competition a bit – am I right Chris?” The Pianist smiled broadly “Exactly” “
"I still don't get it” Anna raised her Eyebrows
“A little slow on the Uptake, aren´t we?” Kate teased her. Anna made a face. Hayley explained.
The Russian grinned maliciously “Brilliant Idea”
“I knew you would like it” Chris grinned.
She turned to the others: “Everybody in?” Nods all around “Okay then. Get back to your Quarters and refresh, we meet at 1400 at the Main Complex – I am for my part are in dire need of a hot shower!”
“Well, you are showing a lot of leg” Anna teased Chris, who still wore her no longer white Tunic.
The Blonde countered “Interested in an Ass Kicking free of Charge? I am right in the mood you know”
“Na” Anna smiled “With regret I must decline” And they smiled at each other.