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Good evening friends, readers, followers. This is the final update of the Year 2022. Thank you all for your interesst, your support and your comments. With this chapter we leave Egypt and return in the next to London: Chris and her friends are about to meet the Queen at Buckingham Palace. Today though, we learn more about Anck-Sun-Amuns Game of Thrones. As [mention]mrjones2009[/mention] mused someone will find herself in peril
Later that Evening after Sun Set, Anck-Sun-Amun´s Quarters:
Anck-Sun-Amun took a look around: Nefer had outdone herself, she had to admit. The Table in the living room was laid for two and beautifully decorated and the spicy aroma of oriental spices filled the Room. Yes, this arrangement was perfect for its intended purpose.
Nefer interrupted her train of thought “Mistress, Lady Merit-Amun has arrived” The High Priestess nodded “Why don´t you show her Ladyship in Nefer?” And for a Moment a small evil smile curled the lips of the Egyptian “The Lady Merit-Amun” Nefer announced as she entered the living room again – with a tall Woman in her late Twenties in her tow. Dressed into the traditional long, pleated white Dress of the Egyptian Noble Women, a Diadem on her head; exquisite bracelets on her wrists and ankles.
A beautiful pectoral rested between her ample breasts. She wore no wig but her shiny black hair cut in the Style of the Old Kingdom, so it fell straight to her shoulders. She wore golden Sandals with a low heel and Anck-Sun-Amun could see glitter of the golden toe rings on her perfectly pedicured toes.
Merit-Amun bowed slightly and greeted Anck-Sun-Amun politely “High Priestess, I thank you for the Invitation” She sounded polite enough but also a bit apprehensive, which was no surprise, considering whose daughter she was. But as a Daughter of Isis it would have been a great insult to decline that invitation by the Grand Mistress of her Order. The High Priestess stretched her right arm out, so that Merit-Amun could kiss her Superior´s ring.
“Come my dear Merit-Amun let us have a seat” Anck-Sun-Amun smiled at Merit-Amun:
Next to the large table to wooden Couches stood and Nefer helped first their Guest and then her Mistress down. As they had settled in, Nefer brought two crystal goblets filled with a red, sparkling concoction.
Anck-Sun-Amun raised her Goblet and toasted “To Isis!” Merit-Amun returned the Toast and they drank. Merit-Amun got more relaxed. She knew about the Animosities between the Head of her Order and her Father, the Grand Vizier – but she was bound by Honour and Custom to obey a Summon of Pharaoh´s High-Priestess.
To her Surprise the latter had been in high spirits and she sensed no ill will. She did not know what that sparkling fruity concoction was made of, but it went straight to her head and made her a little giddy.
She listened as the High Priestess told her about her Mission in Europe and the trashing of that Bitch Anna Romanova. Suddenly she had trouble concentrating “Excuse me Mistress, what did you just say?”
“My dear Merit-Amun, are you not well?” her host sounded really concerned “No” Merit-Amun replied her words a bit slurred “It must be the heat …” In the same Moment everything went black.
Anck-Sun-Amun watched as her Guest sank down on the recliner and waited for a Moment. When she was sure Merit-Amun was out, her benevolent smile was replaced by that of a cruel predator about to strike.
“Nefer!” she called after her Lady in Waiting “Help me to bring the Lady Merit-Amun to the Dark Chamber and let us make her more comfortable ….
30 Minutes later:
Merit-Amun´s head felt incredibly heavy – not a hangover. But she had immense difficulties to open her eyes and to focus. At first everything was blurred, as soon as her vision had cleared she saw a person sitting across her on a chair, smiling broadly “Look Nefer, who has returned to the living!”
It was only then, that Merit-Amun registered her predicament: She sat on a wooden chair with a High Back. Her wrists and her ankles were tied with heavy manacles against the chair. Two broad leather straps held her upper body firmly against the back of the chair. She wanted to say something, but a large rubber ball in her mouth prevented her from speaking.
The High Priestess seemed to be amused but she looked not unkindly at the other woman. “Listen Merit-Amun” she addressed her: “I have nothing against you it is your father I have problems with.
I know for fact that he confides in you, and I need to know all the dirty little secrets he told you” Merit-Amun´s eyes went wide “No need to get anxious my precious, I will not torture you, we will just have a civilized conversation – I suspect you are little thirsty, right? It’s a side effect of the drug” Merit-Amun nodded.
“I tell you how this goes: We will remove the gag, but you won´t say a word! Is that clear?” The High-Priestess was still polite, but there was a steely undertone, which made it clear, not to test her resolve and Merit-Amun was no fool. She knew precisely what her Superior was capable of. So she nodded”
“Very well then” Anck-Sun-Amun nodded “Nefer, remove Merit-Amun´s gag! And remember Merit-Amun! Not one word!”
Nefer unbuckled the gag and pulled the large rubber ball out of Merit-Amun´s mouth. Anck-Sun-Amun held her gaze, her grey eyes conveying the message to keep silence and that gaze was more powerful than any verbalized admonition.
Anck-Sun-Amun pressed a bowl filled with water gently against her dry lips. The Water was cool and refreshing. In the same moment a warm sensation ran through her body. Despite her predicament she felt entirely relaxed and comfortable, sure the High-Priestess wanted to know, what she knew about her father´s secrets? Why not? Where was the harm in that? The enigmatic smile of Anck-Sun-Amun became broader and she poised her first question ….
Afterwards Merit-Amun had no recollection how long the interrogation had lasted or what her superior had asked her and what she had said. She felt still relaxed and entirely at ease.
“See, Merit-Amun that was a really pleasant conversation I am sure you want another refreshment - wouldn´t you?” Nefer had returned with a crystal goblet filled with a green liquid “Here drink this Merit-Amun, it will help you to relax” It tasted fruity was cool and soothed her throat. She felt a slight tingling in her toes, fingertips and her whole body.
Nefer began to remove the manacles and the straps. Merit-Amun wanted to rise, but she couldn´t. In fact she could not move a single muscle! She could not even blink. She was on the verge of panic. She had been drugged - again! Her breathing accelerated rapidly.
The High-Priestess seemed to sense her Agitation “Calm down Merit-Amun, the potion we drugged you with, paralyzes your body – but it is not permanent. For what we have planned for you, it is easier you are unable to move. We need you out of the way for a spell and if your father plays ball, it won´t be that long. We will mummify you, but no harm will come to you, Nefer let us begin!”
The two women lifted Nefer and carried her to a large stone table? Merit-Amun guessed by the feel of it, the cold hard surface she was laid one, had to be a stone slab. Quickly she was undressed she starred at the ceiling of the chamber: A scene from the book of the dead, depicting the journey of the soul through the Underworld.
Despite the High-Priestess´ assurances she was terrified. Being mummified alive? She wanted to scream. But her paralyzed body betrayed her. She was condemned to stare unblinkingly at the ceiling above her and to endure what happened to her.
Her two captors worked together like a well-oiled team: While one Woman wrapped her left leg with cotton bondages from her ankle to her groin, the other did the same with the right leg. Then they repeated the procedure.
Merit-Amun felt the increasing pressure. Then she was sat up and next her arms were wrapped, before her upper body vanished under tight bandages.
Only her groin, her feet and her head were not covered in bandages, the reason became soon clear to her:
If she could have seen to her right, she would have seen: There was a tray:
On the tray was a black rubber plug with a blunt tip, a flared shaft that tapered to a thin base, and a thick flange with a thin length of tubing and a rubber bulb protruding from the base. It was an inflatable anal plug.
Also on the tray were a steel speculum and a clear plastic bag containing a coiled length of plastic tubing, on it stood "Urinary catheter." There were also a small plastic jar, a vial containing cotton swabs, and a pair of small, white cardboard boxes.
Nefer stepped to the foot of the table, grabbed Merit-Amun's ankles, and spread her legs as far apart as the width of the table would allow.
Any observer would have seen the Anck-Sun-Amun opened the jar and used a cotton swab to give the business end of the butt-plug a thorough coating of what appeared to be clear lubricant.
Both, Anck-Sun-Amun and her Lady in Waiting were wearing latex gloves. The High-Priestess nodded and Nefer took hold of Merit Amun's right ankle, again, and this time lifted her leg into the air and towards the center of the table, rotating Merit's hips and lifting her butt slightly off the table.
She stepped around Nefer and ducked under Merit-Amun´s elevated leg. She leaned close and deftly inserted the plug into Merit's anus then pumped the bulb three times, inflating the plug. Merit-Amun felt the strange sensation as the but plug was inserted in anus, but she was powerless to do anything about it “I am a great ragdoll manipulated by my handlers”
Anck-Sun-Amun ripped open the catheter bag, pulled out the coiled tubing, and painted lubricant on the tip. When all was ready, Nefer propped Merit's leg against her shoulder, settling Merit's butt back onto the table and splaying her legs. Nefer then deftly spread Merit's labia with her latex-clad fingers and the High-Priestess inserted the catheter into Merit's urethra.
She then charged a syringe with some clear fluid—water, oil, whatever and injected the syringe in one of two branching ends of the long, clear tube. The High-Priestess explained to Merit-Amun "That inflates the balloon just behind the tip," she explained, "anchoring the catheter in her bladder."
The two Women wrapped Merit-Amun´s body now in bandages from Ankles to her neck and repeated the Procedure three times. Only her feet and Head were not covered. That changed though. Nefer produced a rubber cap and pulled it over Merit-Amun´s Head, taking care that all of her black hair was covered by it. Then Anck-Sun-Amun wrapped her head, leaving only her face free:
Nefer made another trip to the shadows and returned with a rubber... something. It turned out to be a double-sided mouthpiece of medium-density foam, pierced by a black rubber breathing tube.
The High-Priestess used a dental retractor to prop open Merit-Amun's unresisting jaws, Nefer inserted the plug then the High-Priestess removed the retractor. Next, a wide strip of Elastoplast tape with a hole cut in the center was used to seal Merit's full lips and anchor the mouth-filling plug in place. Merit-Amun had the feeling that her mouth was entirely full, though this was not the most strictest of gags imaginable.
Then, more bandage-tape was used first to reinforce the gag, encircling and covering Merit Amun's face. Now, only a narrow slit over her eyes, a tented opening over her nostrils, and the tip of the breathing-tube relieved the smooth, skin-tight wrappings.
Nefer strolled into the shadows, and returned with what was unmistakably a gas mask. It had a full-sized face-shield of clear glass, a mouthpiece with an attached length of hose, and a web of rubber straps.
If she had could move her eyes, Merit-Amun´s Eyes would have gone wide. “No need to panic my dear” the High-Priestess calmed her “This is necessary so that you can breathe easily”
The Lady in Waiting and the High-Priestess placed the mask over Merit's semi-mummified face, making sure the mouthpiece was properly aligned, then stretched and secured the straps, compressing the gasket around the edge of the mask and insuring a good seal.
The two women stepped back and smiled down at their handiwork: Merit-Amun was a tightly wrapped bundle, with very feminine curves. The flower-vibrators had given her what might be called bandage pokies, but otherwise she was a white mummy, not counting the gas mask, of course.
Thanks to the ear-buds Merit-Amun could hear Anck-Sun-Amun clearly: Let me explain to you, what will happen next: We will stash you in a sarcophagus and connect the breathing tube to your air supply system.
It will not only supply air, but a gas, which will not sedate you but cause lucid hallucinations of sorts. The relaxing drug will wear off in two or three hours. If anything goes well and your father complies, this will soon be over”
Merit-Amun felt that her body was placed into a sarcophagus, then the lid was sealed and she was alone in the darkness. She was on the verge of panic again “I am alone in the darkness, I cannot move a muscle still” Merit-Amun tried to control her breathing, taking slow and deep breaths, inhaling the oxygen and the gas through the tubes.
Very pleased the High-Priestess looked down at the coffin at the shape of a mummy and nodded to Nefer who pressed a button and the coffin vanished into the floor and seconds later nobody would have suspected that it had ever been there.
Anck-Sun-Amun smiled ominously “Now Nefer, I will pay the Grand Vizier a visit!” What Merit-Amun had told her, was enough to make the bastard do her bidding “And Nefer?” “Yes Mistress?” “Stay here I need your Services later!”
“As Mistress commands” the other woman bowed deep.
Anck-Sun-Amun strode purposefully to the entrance door of her lodgings, which was guarded by four guards. She turned to the commanding officer, her head held high, her cold grey eyes drilling into his. Imperiously she addressed him “You will bring me at once to the Grand Vizier, a matter of the utmost urgency has come up!”
“But ….” soldier began “I said at once” the High Priestess cut across him “If this goes wrong and Pharaoh learns about that, it will be your head on the block not mine” The officer was clearly conflicted: he had his orders but did not want to draw Pharaoh´s ire on him.
He nodded curtly, then turned to his guard detail: “You, with me!” he ordered one soldier “Follow me please High Priestess!” he bade Anck-Sun-Amun – but the latter strode purposefully down the corridor, so that the Soldiers had to follow her – not the other way around.
As they reached the private quarters of the Grand Vizier, the Captain of the Guard wanted to knock at the Door, but Anck-Sun-Amun turned to him “You wait here!” opened the door and left the astonished soldier behind her.
As expected, Ramose was sitting at his desk working through some papers, as the door was wrenched open he looked up, his face stone cold as he became aware of his visitor “What are you doing here! You are supposed to be in your quarters!”
“Hello to you too my dear Ramose, I wish you also a pleasant evening!” Her voice honeysweet “Why I am here? You and I have an important matter to discuss”
Ramose made a motion to call for the guard, but the dark haired woman stopped him “I would not do this, if you value the safety of your daughter ….” She smiled still, but the threat was only barely veiled.
And it had the desired effect, the Grand Vizier starred at her then he hissed in cold fury “What has my daughter to do with this? If you harm her ….”
“Don´t worry about Merit-Amun´s well-being – in fact she is safe and sound, if it stays that way, depends on you. And before you think to let my Quarters be searched let me tell you this: Firstly: You will never find her in time. Secondly: Merit-Amun told me quite a few interesting things. I bet Pharaoh would be not amused, if he learns about your dirty secrets.
If looks could have killed Anck-Sun-Amun would have dropped dead to the floor instantly but besides that the Grand Vizier was powerless. The High-Priestess had him by the balls – and she knew that.
With barely hidden disgust he spat “What do you want?”
“I knew you would see sense my dearest Ramose” again that false honeysweet smile “Nothing big, let me tell you …”
20 Minutes later the High Priestess entered her bedroom, where Nefer already await her, kneeling head bowed. “You may raise Nefer!” the other Woman told her Lady in Waiting
“Where you successful Mistress?” she asked politely. A grim and evil and triumphant smile crossed the latter lips “That I was, all went according to plan – and now I need some relaxation ….”
Unknown Location, the same time:
Merit-Amun drifted in and out. She was not entirely conscious but not unconscious either. She could not focus and had only a fractured memory of what had happened “I had been invited by the High-Priestess, we had had a drink and then I can remember nothing, I am floating”
She could not move either. Her whole body was compressed from all sides. Everything was dark. There was a strange sensation between her legs and her Anus felt filled. Strange dreams, images whirled through her clouded mind, erotic, arousing images.
Suddenly the strange sensation between her legs and in her anus intensified, her eyes went wide and her pulse quickened
The bed-chamber of Anck-Sun-Amun:
Nefer was tied up, very much so: She was most stringently hogtied and gloriously naked. The Hogtie was so tight, that she could grab her Ankles with her Hands, had her hands not been shrouded in translucent tape. Her toes had been bound together and bound back to her Elbows. Her insteps were also lashed together rope bands pressed her bound legs tightly against her tights and her shapely backside.
What was Nefer doing on the bed of Anck-Sun-Amun? She lay between Anck-Sun-Amun´s splayed legs and was “busy” “Good Nefer” the High-Priestess had her eyes closed “More” she moaned “More” Her breath became quicker as Nefer´s tongue did her magic, exploring her nether regions most skilled.
A guttural moan escaped Anck-Sun-Amun´s lips as Nefer tipped her over the edge. That had been a glorious orgasm the Egyptian thought as she returned slowly to earth. She sighed contently and pressed the head of her Lady-in-waiting firmly against her crotch.
“Nefer do not stop! Continue! Worship me!”
And Nefer did just that ….
She continued. She worshipped.
The Throne Room the next morning:
Anck-Sun-Amun bowed before Pharaoh. Two stairs below stood the Grand Vizier. His face betrayed no emotion, but the High-Priestess could sense how much it cost Ramose to maintain his cool façade “You better play ball” Anck-Sun-Amun thought “Or Merit Amun pays the price!”
Pharaoh nodded and the Grand Vizier took this as his clue to speak “Pharaoh´s scientists have examined the scrolls you brought back, the bad news is one of the scrolls is a fake. It was very cleverly made, so it is not your fault High-Priestess. You did your best.
Anck-Sun-Amun could sense how hard it was for him to admit that “Deserves him right” she thought.
Pharaoh spoke: “So what do you recommend Grand Vizier?”
“Oh son of Horus, we have to find another solution, and my scientists told me, there might be one – and it would be wise to task the revered High Priestess with that Mission” the Grand Vizier replied.
“Very well” Pharaoh nodded “So it shall be then” He turned to Anck-Sun-Amun “High Priestess don´t fail me in this task and I want you to put Grand Duchesse Anna Romanova under surveillance, I want to be informed about every step she makes, under no circumstances you or anybody else is allowed to touch her. When the time comes I will reveal myself to her and make her my Great Royal Wife!”
“It will be done as ordered son of Horus” the Egyptian confirmed with a smile. Inwardly she fumed Pharaoh was obviously smitten with the cursed Russian. But what mattered was: She had decided this battle for her.
And Anna Romanova? She would find a cure for that problem once and for all – without circumventing Pharaoh´s orders – directly - she had her ways ….”
“High Priestess!” Pharaoh interrupted her line of thoughts “I want you and my Grand Vizier to work in this matter together. The King looked first at the Grand Vizier then at the High Priestess sternly “Another failure is not acceptable. I will hold both of you responsible if this mission fails because of your personal differences. I will not accept any excuse.
“Are we clear?”
“We are, oh Son of Horus!” both confirmed, Anck-Sun-Amun with a smile, the Grand Vizier with a stern face.
As they left the Throne Room the Grand Vizier gave her a scornful look but said nothing. Outside he said curtly “My office” after they had entered his quarters he spat with utter contempt “What now? You got what you wanted!”
“Losing your temper is bad for your heart” the High Priestess advised him sweetly “Merit-Amun will return soon to you, alas she will though not remember anything what happened, while I know all your dirty secrets now, so I suggest we do what Pharaoh compelled us to do, don´t you think?” She smiled sweetly, condescending.
Her smile vanished “Never forget I have you in my hands Ramose” turned on her heels and left, leaving a fuming Grand Vizier behind her.
In impotent rage the Ramose stared after the High Priestess, his eyes drilling like laser beams into her back “You will regret this Anck-Sun-Amun!” He would neither forgive nor forget – and revenge was as dish best served cold, Ramose was patient.
In one of the ancient scrolls he had read about a myth, a certain sea snake which had a very unusual method of attracting its prey. It lied at the bottom of the ocean as if wounded. Then its enemies approached, and yet itl lied quite still. And then its enemies took little bites of it, and yet it remained still. And then it stroke.
And so would he.