The place seemed huge, vast even and it was definitely underground, a long way underground. It was wreathed in shadows and it echoed. I looked to my left and saw torches, huge, wooden stakes burning unsteadily in their metal cradles that were in turn fixed to the slab like walls. There were draughts here; causing the flames to dance wildly and making the place seem somehow alive

When I looked to my right I saw the chamber I was looking for and entered it.

I didn’t know who she was but the girl inside was beautiful. High cheekbones, an aquiline nose and a gorgeous body. Well-developed, beautifully rounded breasts, long, long, legs, a toned, flat stomach and no pubic hair.

She was quite naked.

There were other women down here too. In fact I seemed to be the only male but whilst some of them were quite stunningly beautiful they weren’t a match for her and they were all clothed. Every single girl was clothed in leather; Leather bra, leather panties and leather sandals but while the naked girl had long, shiny hair these girls all had perfectly shaven heads.

There was one other difference too; the nude girl was bound tightly with raw hemp rope to a kind of byre, a rectangular wooden bed on which she lay spread-eagled. As I approached her I could see that her eyes were wide, possibly with fear but more likely because she had been drugged with a fairly common narcotic extracted from Tanna Leaves.

Even now one of the shaven headed ones was spooning something into her mouth which she seemed to ingest eagerly. Once finished, she wiped the captive girl’s lips with some clean white lined and then began to push that same piece of material deep into her slightly open mouth.

I watched in fascination because this was not a simple gagging, this was a proper packing. This was not simply to keep the girl quiet; this was to silence her for an indefinite period of time. One piece of clean, pristine, cloth after another was pushed into the hapless girl’s mouth, filling out her cheeks and holding down her tongue. As I watched another girl entered and held her head very gently, almost reverently, whilst the packing continued.

When the shaven headed girl was satisfied she moved slightly to her left and picked up one of a number of rolls of clean, fresh, white linen bandages that had been stacked on a small table and began to wrap the girl’s lower face with it. She used the whole roll. Wrapping and over wrapping carefully, layer upon layer, until her mouth and the lower part of her jaw was completely covered.

The girl never moved nor complained. I suspected that the Tanna leaves were working and that she was already paralyzed and unable to speak. A temporary condition but one that would allow the High Priestesses of The Sisterhood of Ri all the time they needed to effect her Mummification.

The girls had stopped; their heads bowed in deference and that was when I stepped forward. I studied the naked girl properly, taking in her beauty and then said quietly,

“Welcome to the Temple of Ri, Princess. Know that you are about to become initiated as a Hand Maiden. My Hand Maiden. The Handmaiden of Charis, Lord of all Egypt. It is a position people would die for, Princess but I do not expect that of you, at least not on this occasion!” I continued to stare at her and she looked at me as if, as if somehow she truly loved me. I felt a raw shiver run down my spine and I continued, “I simply expect you to undergo the Mummification ritual and experience exactly what it will be like if I should leave this life before you …” and with that I flicked my eyes upwards in the signal that the High Priestesses were waiting for and sat down on the ornate golden throne behind me to watch the rest of the Mummification ritual.

“Charlie! Charlie wake up! Wake up Charlie! Charlie WHAT is wrong! Charlie you’re frightening me! Wake up!” She was shaking me so hard she nearly pushed me on the floor. One moment I was looking at a naked, tied up girl and the next I was looking at another, naked, tied up, girl.

Already I was fumbling for the key and fortunately it was a universal one and I had the locks to both sets of handcuffs open in the thirty seconds I always allowed myself. I threw the cuffs on the floor, rubbed her wrists briefly and then took her in my arms. She took care of her ankles herself by rubbing them, quite erotically, against my legs.

After a while she put her mouth close to my ear and whispered,

“That’s the fifth night running now, Charlie and you’re really starting to worry me!” I tousled her hair and looked at the full moon outside. We slept with a window open and the dull rumble of traffic was always audible. Big Ben, no more than 500 yards up the road from us, was just striking three.

I held her in my arms. I knew that she was worried about me but I was even more worried about myself!

Claire had done a lot of things for and to me. She had changed the way I dressed and, to a fair degree, changed the way I ate. We now went to exclusive restaurants that I had previously only heard of, on a regular basis. She had also changed the things I did. She had taken me to Art Galleries and Churches and places that were a part of London’s history. She had even, very tentatively, suggested Tate Modern and was surprised when I’d agreed and been impressed by a lot of the exhibits.

I drew the line however at some of the Museums. Dry, dusty, not relevant, were my normal arguments but when she suggested the British Museum because she knew one to the Egyptology curators there, I agreed. Partly because I was curious and partly because the dreams I was having were getting worse and I was getting desperate. The last one, the one I’d had the previous night had been the most vivid yet.

Claire had heard me talking in my sleep and was convinced that she was the subject, that she was the woman I was mummifying but the truth was that when I woke up I could never actually remember the face of the woman about to be Mummified.

But, remember her or not, the dream always left me with a raging hard on and last night had been no different. Claire had snuggled up to me and I had explained it all as I always did. She nearly always slept tied up on the nights that I was there. Only simple stuff normally, handcuffs at wrists and ankles.

She said it gave her a sense of security and it certainly gave me a hard on.

That morning however, just like the others, I didn’t seem to need any stimulus. Even as we cuddled she couldn’t leave the damn thing alone and the truth was that the dreams and the whole Mummification ritual were turning her on as well. I felt her move against me and fully expected her to go down on me but, next thing I knew, she was on top of me. Her longish blonde hair hanging down, her tits bobbing above me at an angle I wasn’t used to.

She didn’t say much, she didn’t have to. I felt the soft touch of her delicate fingers for a fleeting second or two and then I felt her ease herself on to me. Impale herself, if you like, on my hard and fiercely erect member.

We’d never done it that way before, with her on top. Maybe she felt threatened by what had happened in the dream and wanted to restore the Status Quo, or maybe she just wanted to fuck! I’ll probably never know.

Whatever the reason, it was delicious. I got some kind of charge out of watching her above me, looking down on me as she moved rhythmically against me.

She looked strange with her hair all flopping down but also incredibly erotic. Soon she put her arms around me and we managed to work together, her thrusting down on my cock and me kind of pushing her back up but holding her locked in place with my arms.

It was intense and it was made worse when she whispered sibilantly,
“It’s me you're turning into your Hand Maiden, isn’t it? It’s me you’re having Mummified!” I shook me head.
“No! I don’t know, Princess. I really don’t know!” but although “Princess” is my pet name for her, she’d also heard me use it in my sleep when I was having the girl wrapped and it was enough to tip her over edge.

Very soon she was coming and so, not surprisingly, was I!

“You know, the more I think about this, the more I think it’s a bloody daft idea!” She turned and looked at me but kept on walking. She was wearing all black today and she looked gorgeous. The remnants of Hurricane Gordon had just passed over the South East of England and it had been wet and very windy for the last few days.

She wore a tight sweater and black formal trousers, black ankle boots and a long black leather coat with the collar turned up. Her gloves were black leather as well. We were actually in the British Museum now and her coat was open and flapping around her as she walked. Her hair was pulled back in a tight, severe ponytail. She wore no make up but she looked as good as she always did.

I have to say that I didn’t look so bad myself. I wasn’t wearing a tie but I wore an exquisite hand made shirt from Mr. Pink that Claire had bought me, a black leather jacket, plain black trousers and black, well polished, shoes. The jacket had lots of pockets. Pockets that were sometimes necessary to keep certain items in because I wasn’t just Claire’s lover, I was also her bodyguard.

She stopped and put her hands on her hips. We had just reached the Egyptology section,

“Charlie, we are going to sort this out once and for all, okay? Just remember, it could be a lot worse; I could be taking you to see a hypnotist or even a bloody shrink!” Then she leaned in and kissed me and smiled, “ Just do it for ME, Charlie. Please?”

As she walked round so she was tutting, looking in the glass cases, hands deep in her pockets, annoyed at not finding what she was looking for.
“And it’s Charis, right? That’s what you’re calling yourself in the dream, Charlie. Charis, Lord of all Egypt!” I could feel myself shrinking; this was the last place I needed to be exposed as a loon but then a voice somewhere behind me said,

“There was no Charis in ancient Egypt but there WAS a KARIS. Some of the artefacts from his tomb are just to your right….” I turned my head and saw an elaborate golden mask and a line of Canopic jars, the ornate alabaster receptacles used to store the internal organs of the Mummy after they had been embalmed.

The mask fascinated me and, despite the fact that it was in a glass case, I put my hand out. Just touching that case seemed to have an effect on me. It was like I had touched a live wire. It was like there was electricity coursing through my whole body.

I tried to stop myself.

Knowing I was being a fool, knowing that I was in a public place but I couldn’t do anything about it. One minute I was on my feet, touching the case that held the artefacts of Karis, Lord of All Egypt and the next I was collapsing in an untidy heap on the floor.

The girl seemed to have recovered full consciousness now. The drug appeared to have worn off. She seemed very calm. The High Priestesses had been anointing her body with spiced oils for a very long time now. She was still naked and still helpless but her body glistened and seemed to have taken on a darker hue as the Priestesses, with soft knowing fingers, had rubbed the oils into her outstretched body.

Satisfied that she was calm, satisfied that she had been soothed and perhaps even aroused by the touch of her fellow women, I snapped my fingers. I snapped my fingers and a woman appeared almost as if by magic. She was barefoot and wore a long linen robe with a hood. In her right hand she carried a book.

At my signal she began intoning from it whilst the High Priestesses assembled at the five points of her body, her hands, her feet and her head. The girl was already gagged but now she had to be wrapped completely, from head to toe, in pure white linen bandages.

It was very important that not even the tiniest speck of flesh be seen and it was also important that, once Mummified the Hand Maidens who would be buried with their master but would not actually be put to death, should have something to occupy both their minds, and their bodies.

A very small part of me was still present in the form of what had to be Karis and I recognized the earthenware jars that were being bought out now and placed at the feet of the would be Han Maiden as crude, early forms of batteries. They had long cords trailing from them that could only be wires.

A Priestess was walking toward me holding two items in her outstretched hands. Both transparent, both orange, they had to be made of amber, so smooth and evenly shaped were they. The larger of the two was rounded and phallic, it was also a good ten inches long. The second was smaller and more tapered. I studied them both and gave my approval with a nod of the head.

The High Priestess bowed and nodded and returned to the byre. She handed them to two more girls who began to gently and lovingly lubricate them as the bound, gagged and spread-eagled girl watched on helplessly.

The woman in the robe was still reading from what I assumed must be “The Book of the Dead” then she paused for a moment, looked up and said sonorously,

“Let the interment begin!”

Now the girls really began working in earnest. Taking every opportunity they had to gently touch and caress their subject they began the wrapping. Starting at her toes and her fingers and working their way up her legs and her arms. I was most pleased to see that the girl at her head was already removing most of her hair with sharp, gleaming, scissors.

Meanwhile the girls holding the phallic devices, satisfied that they were fully lubricated, nodded in turn to two other girls standing next to them who had for some time been engaged in the lubrication of both their hands and their fingers.

Another girl was paying attention to the byre now and was turning a handle that lowered the whole apparatus to the floor leaving the Hand Maiden outstretched on just an open frame and therefore allowing access to her whole body. The two girls now walked forward and whilst one crouched slightly, the other knelt and, at a signal from me, they both began to ease their lubricated fingers into the apparently already moist and intimate passages of the tied up girl.

They were thorough.

They twirled their fingers round and round in both her rectum and her vagina until the girl was groaning with pleasure. Once she was fully, greased and primed they were even able to slip their pale, slender hands inside those sensitive places and grease them even more thoroughly.

The girl’s eyes were closed and I was concerned that she might climax. I clapped my hands and the two High Priestesses stopped and carefully withdrew their hands. As soon as they had done so, the girls with the phalluses moved into position and began easing the amber inserts into place.

I noticed with satisfaction that the girl’s arms and legs were now thoroughly wrapped in linen bandages from fingers to armpits and from toes to crotch and the girl at her head was gently placing hot, soothing towels on her now bald scalp.

More High Priestesses moved forward now and began to lightly brush a dark substance onto the bandages; this would stiffen them and render the girl incapable of movement almost immediately.

As soon as this were done several of their number approached her torso and began wrapping it with bandages whilst the girl who had shaved her head now began the delicate business of preparing it for wrapping.

She pressed two thick pads of clay over her eyes and moulded them in place and then she eased two cones of the same stuff into her ears. Her mouth was already sealed shut so there were no problems there and all she had to do now was slip a hollow reed into each of her nostrils to allow her to breath.

The girls with the phalluses had finished and two others had joined the one at her head to help soothe her and calm her as she felt the large inserts enter and penetrate her vagina and her rectum respectively.

Her torso was now fully wrapped and had been brushed with the stiffening paste. As the dildoes were now in place they were connected to the two jars and tested.

For a moment it seemed as if she was about to fly off the framework to which she was tied. Her body arched in spite of the bandages and she let out what would have been a scream if she had not been so thoroughly gagged.

Satisfied the devices worked they were disconnected for the time being and the wrapping commenced once more. Her crotch and backside where bandaged and then her feet were untied and gently eased together for wrapping at the same time as her arms were pulled gingerly down to her sides and were, in turn, also bandaged in place. Very soon she was finished and the Leather clad High Priestesses stood back and to attention. I got up a little stiffly, walked over and inspected her.

The paste on her legs arms and torso was nearly dry. She was now immobile. Completely unable to move anything apart from her eyes the only part of her that had yet to be wrapped.

The clay had been removed temporarily so that she could see me but otherwise she could not speak, hear or move. She was a living breathing, Mummy. I smiled down into those impossibly blue eyes and said quietly.

“Now you must suffer for me, Princess. You must suffer for me as no other has ever suffered but it WILL end. You will soon lose track of the hours and the minutes but during your time of meditation you must think only of me, as will I of you. I truly love you, Princess and very soon you will be restored to me…”

I saw the knife out of the corner of my eye. Not sure who it was aimed at, I threw out a hand and deflected it. Blood from my arm spurted into my face but I was already scanning the room for the traitor.

The girl in the robe had recovered and was coming at me again and I realised that it was not me she was attacking but the Mummified Princess on the table. I stood in front of her and was just able to dodge as she slashed at me once more. This time the sharp tip of the blade caught the side of my face but as she lunged at the Princess I was just able to grab her wrist and twist the knife from her grasp.

The High Priestesses were already surrounding her. They were already tearing at her robes and grasping her arms and legs, holding her crucified in a position of supplication, ready for me to make a human sacrifice of her. I walked over to her, grabbed a handful of her luxuriant dark hair, pulled her head back and looked sadly into her eyes,

“Why Tanith?” I asked quietly, “Why, when you could have had everything?” she looked at me for a moment and then spat on the floor.
“Everything apart from you! Everything apart from the man I loved who I would have to share with that whore!” she spat again.

I sighed deeply and with a sorrow I had never felt before I looked at the High Priestesses and said quietly,
“Take her away and prepare her for Mummification. I do not want her harmed, I want her in perfect condition and I, personally, will inspect her and her sarcophagus before she is entombed!” Tanith did not utter a word, she looked at me as she was led away but her face was expressionless.

I walked over to the Mummified girl and kissed her bandaged cheek.

“I think it is best that you do not see this, Princess, but we will be reunited very soon!" at last I knew who I was Mummifying! I looked into Claire’s bright blue eyes and felt, for a moment, as if I were about to fall in to them.

It was then that I decided to wrap her eyes and deprive her of her sight myself so that the last person she saw, for the time being at least, would be me.

I woke up hot and sweaty.

I seemed to be in an office of some kind and I was sitting on a chair. Claire swam into my field of vision and offered me a plastic cup. The water inside was cold and it tasted good.

She squatted down and put her hands on my knees.

“What the fuck happened Charlie? One minute you were up with us and the next…”
“…the next he was away with Karis by the sound of things...” the voice was familiar.

As a dark haired figure walked towards me, my stomach was already starting to churn for some inexplicable reason. Claire realised that I didn’t know the newcomer,

“Sorry Charlie, never got a chance! Charlie Matthews, this is Tanith Evans, she’s one of the Egyptology curators…” but, of cours, I already knew Tanith as the girl I had ordered to be Mummified alive in the dream and before I even had a chance to shake her hand, I had passed out again.