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Melissa sighed as she waded from the cool
waters of the bathing pool, the water streaming from her milk white
limbs. How she would have loved
to lie in the sun as she had as a girl and dry off in its warmth, but Wosret
had forbidden her to darken her skin.
She was allowed only the shade in order that her pale skin remain
unblemished by the sun’s harsh rays.
She therefore submitted to the ministrations of her serving girls
who patted her dry with soft towels.
Several of the other women of the harem also attended
her. As the pharaoh’s favourite
she was the key to power and women who wanted to be near a source of influence
had attached themselves to her.
Others had also allied themselves with her, not because they wished
to make use of her influence with the pharaoh, but because they sought security
from the former favourite, Isetnofret.
She had made a dangerous enemy there, but the influence of the old
queen was dying and it would disappear completely if Melissa divulged her
secret.
She had spent several nights worrying about
how she should handle the information.
It was something she had not really wanted to happen, even though
she knew that it was almost inevitable that it
would. She had made love with
Wosret an additional half dozen times since that first wonderful
night. She had taken no precautions
and would have found it difficult to take any under the
circumstances. She was almost
always attended by at least three or four serving girls as well as eunuch
bodyguards. The only time she
was left alone was for the most private of bodily functions and even then
her servants were always close by.
Soon she would be unable to hide her
secret. It was becoming more
and more clear that she could not longer remain in the strange culture she
had blundered into. Her four
companions were still unaccounted for and probably in deep
peril. Attractive as she found
her sexual relationship with the pharaoh she knew that she could not stay
in this society. She had to
escape. But escape would be most
difficult seeing as how she was watched almost
continuously.
As the golden chains were draped about her
naked body she ran her fingers lightly over her flat
belly. Soon it would not longer
be quite so flat. Then she would
be unable to hide the truth. She
did not quite know how to feel about the child growing within
her. Should she be happy or
afraid? She knew that Larra had
given birth to three children, each by different
fathers. She seemed quite happy
with her three children, even presenting the picture of the devoted mother
whenever she wasn’t traipsing about the world eliminating the enemies
of democracy and civilization. But
Larra had chosen her lovers. She
had not been selected by a pharaoh and taken to his bed without regard to
her wishes. Not that she had
not enjoyed the experience. In
fact, it had been wonderful. But
she did not love Wosret. Kind
and considerate as he was as a lover, he was not the man she wanted for her
mate. She was not of his world,
and there was no chance that he would understand
hers. And so she would have to
leave, and under the circumstances, the sooner the
better. The question was how
to arrange her escape. She doubted
very much that she would be allowed to leave simply if she asked, no matter
how enamored Wosret was of her.
It was a real
problem. The pharaoh’s women
were always watched, especially those who were highly favoured as she now
was. She had her own section
of the harem now. It was almost
private, hidden behind screens that closed her off from the other women in
the harem. It was a sign of special
distinction. Only Isetnofret
had a similar arrangement. It
was a start. Perhaps she could
convince Wosret to grant her special quarters of her
own. It should not be that difficult
to convince him that in her culture wives were given complete
privacy. She had learned that
he could be manipulated to a certain
extent. Especially after a session
of love-making. She smiled at
that thought. She wondered if
all men were so easy to influence.
Perhaps it was true that the biggest part of a man’s brain was
between his legs. She smiled
even more broadly at that thought.
She would see. Wosret
had called for her again tonight.
She would ask him while he held her close after he had…
Her mind trailed off into delicious
thoughts.
“At last,” Isetnofret
thought. The pale skinned daughter
of a hyena bitch had over-stretched
herself. And now she would pay
for that arrogance. The insufferable
savage had used her influence to get what no other member of the harem
had. Private quarters for
herself. But she had overlooked
the fact that Isetnofret also had access to privacy of
sorts. As the mother of the
pharaoh’s children she was allowed access to the private section of
the palace where the children were kept and
raised. In fact it was part of
her duty to visit them daily. But
it also gave her what no other member of the harem had had up until now,
privacy from the pharaoh’s watchful
guards. In her children’s
quarters Isetnofret had been able to create her own private kingdom of tutors,
retainers, and even guards. All
of these persons depended upon her for their authority and their
power. The advent of the barbarian
bitch threatened them and their positions of power and
influence. It had not been difficult
to convince them that something needed to be done, and the arrogance of the
pale-skinned savage had made it easy.
Tomorrow night her supporters would act and she would have her
revenge. She lay back on her
bed and listened to the music played by one of the court
musicians. Closing her eyes,
she tried to think of just how she would deal with her
rival. A smile came to her lips
as she devised one delicious form of torture after the
other.
Wosret was away, engaged in his second most
favourite sport, hunting. Sex,
Melissa had concluded was his favourite, and he was very good at
it. A smile played about her
lips as she thought of last night’s
session. It had been
incredible. She still had not
told him about her condition and she did not intend
to. Now that she had her own
private room it would be so much easier to
escape. It was better that the
father of her child not know. There
was no point in distressing him for no
reason.
She went to the window and peeked
out. In the moonlight she could
just make out the shapes of the trees and bushes in the garden
below. She had her way out.
It was just a matter of choosing
the right time and getting together enough survival
gear. Escaping would not be easy,
and she dared not fail. She doubted
that the pharaoh would give her a second chance if she botched the
first.
Returning to her bed she lay
down. On a table beside the bed
was a cup of fruit juice. She
had stopped drinking wine, fearing that it might harm the child within
her. Picking up the cup she drained
it, and lay back down. It was
time to get some sleep. Wosret
had not allowed her much the night before and she really felt
tired. Yawning, she pulled a
pillow under her head and closed her
eyes. Within seconds her gentle
breathing signified slumber. She
slept deeply; so deeply in fact that she was not aware of the silent figures
that stole into her room and crept toward her
bed.
“Ooh!” Melissa groaned, as she
awoke. “What did I do to
deserve…” Her thoughts
trailed off as she realized that she was not in her
room. Groggily she got to her
feet, trying to ignore her pounding head.
She was in a tiny cell. It
was unfurnished other than by a layer of straw that had been strewn across
its stone floor, and the only light came through a narrow grating far above
her. It was like being at the
bottom of a well. A sudden feeling
of fear struck her in the stomach.
Lurching across the cell, she tried not to be sick as she reached
the door. As she had suspected
it was locked. Confused, she
turned about the cell, checking the stone walls in a futile effort to find
a way out. What had she done
that she would be put into such a place?
Had she somehow angered Wosret?
And if so how? She tried
to think of something she might have said or done when she had last seen
him, but could think of nothing.
They had made love three times that
night. They could hardly have
parted on better terms.
Clunk!
She jumped at the sound
of the bolt being thrown back. The
door was heaved open and two very large men
entered. A sick feeling swept
through her body. Backing away
she prepared to defend herself, but she never got the
chance. From behind their backs
the two men pulled a net and hurling it toward her entangled her in its mesh
before she had a chance to react.
“Not again,” flashed through her mind as she was pulled
off her feet and then dragged kicking helplessly from the
cell. Outside the cell each man
took an end and, still struggling futilely to escape, she was carried between
them. They went only a short
distance before entering a large cold
room. It was windowless, constructed
entirely of stone, and illuminated by smoking
torches.
Melissa stopped struggling, realizing that
she was only becoming more enmeshed in the
netting. She was unceremoniously
dumped on the floor of the room, but before she could do anything about her
situation the two men pounced on her.
As they removed her from the net they bound her wrists and ankles,
ensuring that she would not go anywhere.
Forcing her to her knees in the middle of the room they held her there
and waited.
The chill of the room soon began to soak into
Melissa’s body. She was
now far from the desert heat. She
guessed that she was somewhere deep beneath the Egyptian
city. Where exactly she had no
idea. She might still be in the
palace. Whatever her location,
she was dammed cold. She had
already been chilled by her stay in the cell when she was unconscious, now
naked and kneeling immobile on the floor of the stone room she began to
shiver. She tried to control
the shaking of her body but as the minutes passed it became more and more
pronounced until eventually her teeth began to
chatter. At that point an even
colder chill ran through her at the sound of a voice behind
her.
“Cold, you hyena
bitch? Well, I’ll just have
to find some way to warm you up.”
Melissa knew the
voice. She had heard its scornful
tone on more than one occasion. It
was that of the Egyptian queen,
Isetnofret. A few seconds later
the queen moved into view. She
was dressed for the environment.
Instead of the usual nude or semi-nude dress Melissa had become accustomed
to among the Egyptians, she wore a long white robe that covered all of her
body from her shoulders to her ankles.
It was fitted to show off Isetnofret’s exquisite figure and
embellished with gold trim. Gold
bracelets decorated her wrists and on her head she wore a gold diadem, indicative
of her rank.
She stopped in front of Melissa, her lip curling
in contempt. “So you thought
to replace me in the heart of the pharaoh?” she
sneered. “It is going to
be most enjoyable watching you die.
I intend to make it as long and painful as I possibly
can. And do not think the pharaoh
will miss you. When he returns
he will learn that his newfound plaything escaped and vanished into the desert
from whence she came. He will
not even bother to look for you.”
Melissa stared speechless at the woman who
taunted her. She could think
of no reply. Ironically Isetnofret
had done for her what she intended to do herself, although she had certainly
not intended to end up in some grim dungeon at the mercy of a malicious
rival. Now she could only wait
and see what her vindictive enemy intended to do
to her. As she watched the queen
reached into a small pouch and withdrew and long thick
needle. Isetnofret smiled
cruelly. “Now where shall
we start?”
Melissa winced as Isetnofret forced the needle
through the lips of her vulva. She
was already in considerable pain simply due to the way in which the queen
had ordered her restrained. The
two huge guards who had brought her from the cell had lifted her to her feet,
and following the queen’s instructions had tied a length of rope tightly
about each of her breasts. They
had then thrown the ropes over a beam in the ceiling and pulling on them
tightened the ropes so that much of her body weight was supported by her
breasts. The only way Melissa
could ease the strain was to stand on tiptoe and fight to keep her
balance. The guards had made
this easier for her by untying her ankles, but this exposed her to any violation
of her body Isetnofret felt like carrying
out. Melissa’s vulva had
been the first target.
The penetration of the needle had hurt like
hell, but it got worse when the queen produced a large gold
ring. “You like wearing
gold, don’t you, hyena bitch?”
While Melissa grimaced in pain she opened the ring and forced it through
the two puncture wounds in her genital
lips. Isetnofret then turned
her attention to Melissa’s breasts.
Swollen into round globes by the pressure
of the ropes, her sensitive nipples were rendered even more
tender. As the queen pinched
her nipple, Melissa could not hold back a little whimper of fear as the point
of the needle touched her bulging flesh.
Ashamed at her weak show of fear, Melissa
clamped her jaws, determined to give the queen as little satisfaction as
possible, but she groaned nevertheless when Isetnofret thrust the needle
point not into her nipples, but through the base of her left
breast.
Isetnofret drew out the agony for as long
as possible by working the needle slowly into the soft flesh rather than
thrusting it through all at once.
As the needle was slowly plunged deeper and deeper Melissa writhed
in torment. But the acute pain
did not stop there. With the
needle fully piercing the hemisphere of her breast, Isetnofret worked it
back and forth widening the wound and listening to the delicious sounds of
Melissa’s squeals of pain. By
the time she was finished Melissa was almost sobbing.
The removal of the needle brought no respite
from the pain, however. There
was still Melissa’s right breast to deal with and Isetnofret immediately
went to work on it. This time
Melissa’s stoicism broke down.
She whimpered like a wounded animal as the needle was thrust into
her, and as the needle was finally removed tears poured from her
eyes.
A few seconds later her sobs turned to shrieks
as the malevolent queen reopened the first wound by forcing a long golden
rod through the tortured flesh. It
took quite awhile to achieve this as the rod was not pointed and about double
the diameter of the needle. When
Isetnofret was finished the rod connected both her
breasts. Isetnofret then bent
up each end of the rod so that it would stay in place.
“Very pretty,” the queen said, stepping
back to admire her handiwork.
“Now it is time to see how much real pain you can
stand.”
Melissa was no longer screaming, but the rod
throbbed painfully in her breasts and the pain increased exponentially when
the ropes were untied. The sudden
surge of blood into her tortured globes send a new wave of pain ripping through
her. The torture of having her
breasts squeezed, however, ended.
With a gasp of relief Melissa came down off her
toes. For a few seconds she was
able to stand normally, but the respite from pain did not last
long.
Isetnofret snapped out an order and one of
the huge guards pushed Melissa to the floor and held her there while the
queen attached a length of chain to the gold rod between her
breasts.
“No!”
Melissa’s cry of protest
was generated by pure fear. She
almost wet herself as the chain was tightened, lifting the rod and her bleeding
breasts with it. Within seconds
she was once again on the tips of her toes, attempting to alleviate the terrible
pain as her body weight once again shifted to her tormented
breasts. This time the agony
was even greater as the rod tore at her
flesh.
“Please,”
she whimpered,
“have mercy. I never
harmed you.”
“You think not?” replied Isetnofret,
her mouth twisting in rage.
“You humiliated me before the entire court, supplanting me in
the pharaoh’s eyes. Now
you shall pay the price, and it will be a most painful
one.” She nodded toward
one of the guards and he placed a multi-thronged whip in her
hands. The other guard untied
Melissa’s hands and pulling them in front of her body retied them, running
the rope between her legs and tying it so that she could not lift her
arms.
More quietly now, Melissa tried
again. “Please, your
majesty. Cut me
loose. I only want to leave the
court. I am not your real
rival.”
“Oh, and you will leave the court,”
Isetnofret smiled, “but not in the way you
hoped.” She moved behind
and to the side of Melissa and swung the whip.
Melissa winced as the lash touched her naked
flesh. It did not hurt half as
bad as the pain in her breasts or the aching in her
calves. Isetnofret was not a
strong woman and the blows she delivered were not equal to those of a man,
but by the fifth lash Melissa was trembling with the strain of standing on
her toes and her back and buttocks were laced with red
welts. Each additional blow increased
the pain an increment at a time until by the fifteenth lash she was making
the noise Isetnofret wanted.
By the twentieth lash Melissa had to use all
her strength to keep her legs from
buckling. If she collapsed the
rod would tear through her breasts, but she was weakening
fast. Strangely, that point
Isetnofret stopped. But it was
not from compassion. Partly it
was because the queen had exhausted herself in bloodying Melissa’s
back. But more it was because
she wanted her victim intact.
Breathing heavily Isetnofret stepped in front
of Melissa. The girl was barely
conscious and the queen motioned to the guards to release the tension on
the chains stretching her breasts.
As Melissa slumped to the floor the queen spat on
her. “So you thought to
make love to the pharaoh. Well,
I will give you as much love as you can
handle.” She turned to her
guards. “Clean her up and
then take her.”
Melissa screamed as the mixture of vinegar
and brine was applied to the lacerations on her
back. As her back was wiped clean
of blood and gore it felt as if her flesh was being burned by hot
irons. Her torment was far from
over. As soon as the bleeding
stopped her wrists were bound behind her once more and the tension on the
chain was increased again, lifting her breasts, but this time she was not
permitted to stand to relieve the
tension. A second chain was attached
to the ring piercing her vulva and hooked to a large ring in the
floor. Any attempt to stand up
would tear the sensitive flesh of her nether
region. Squatting on her haunches
she arched her back to relive the pain.
Fortunately the chain was tightened only enough to leave her in the
humiliating and incredibly agonizing
position. And then she was
raped.
The first of the guards took her from
behind. Unable to move from her
crouched position, Melissa was completely vulnerable to any attack from the
rear. Spreading her legs slightly
to accommodate his body the giant guard gripped her hips and thrust into
her.
After the flogging, and the painful treatment
of her injuries, Melissa had thought that her situation could not get much
worse. But as the guard’s
phallus parted the lips of her vulva and began to enter her sacred grotto,
she almost broke down. The brutal
invasion of her unprepared love canal was as painful as the first time she
was violated and every bit as traumatic.
After what Featherstone had done to her, Melissa had thought she could
endure rape, but the man entering her was enormous, and she was completely
unlubricated. As her vaginal
tissues were ripped apart she opened her mouth in a scream of acute pain
and sheer terror. Or at least
she tried to scream. Her cries
were immediately muffled by the second guard, who seized her long dark hair
and forced her head back so that he could shove his swollen member to the
back of her throat. Hardly able
to breathe, Melissa’s intended screams became muffled grunts as she
fought desperately to keep from
suffocating. And all the while
the violent invasion of her vagina sent waves of pain through her
body.
Isetnofret smiled with
satisfaction. The sight of the
white skinned hyena bitch as she writhed in torment was most gratifying.
Her large breasts bounced as
she was pounded from both ends. The
pain must have been terrible. Blood
flowed from the punctures formed by the gold rod that penetrated each quivering
globe, as it did from her ravaged vagina.
Her face was contorted in pain and muffled sounds came from her mouth
as she tried to scream in agony, her screams stifled by the massive phallus
of the huge guard. Tomorrow she
would have the bitch raped again and then she had something very special
planned for her.
Melissa was too beaten to even moan as she
was dragged back to her cell. She
was barely conscious and only vaguely aware of the fact that her ordeal had
ended. She was much more aware
of her plight a few hours later when she awoke from a troubled
sleep. At first she was so confused
that she did not know where she was, but it quickly came back to her when
she tried to move.
An ocean of pain washed over her from her
aching jaw and pierced breasts to her ravaged vagina and flayed
back. The intensity of it was
so severe that at first she just gasped, hardly able to believe that she
could hurt so much. Then with
a moan she tried to sit up. Even
this simple action was so agonizing that she had to bite her lip to keep
from shrieking in pain.
Her wrists were still
bound behind her back and it took her a full minute before she was able to
get to her knees. Almost weeping
in agony she drew on the last of her strength and struggled with her
bonds.
It took her over an hour of pain-filled effort,
but she managed to finally work free of the ropes binding her
wrists. It took her several more
minutes to work some feeling back into her
fingers. Her hands throbbed with
the pain of the returning blood.
Breathing heavily she turned to the greatest source of her pain, the
gold rod that pierced both her breasts.
Fortunately, the gold was soft enough that she could turn down the
bent end, but even touching the instrument that had been brutally shoved
though her breasts was agonizing.
Gritting her teeth she seized the other end of the rod and slowly
pulled it from her throbbing flesh.
As the rod was removed blood spurted from
the now open wound, but Melissa made no effort to stop it, hoping that whatever
infection might be in the open wound would be washed out, and that the oozing
wound would stop bleeding on its own.
Then she lay down on the cold stone floor and curled up against the
cold. She thought that her
pain-wracked body would prevent her from sleeping, but she had not reckoned
on the absolute exhaustion that overtook
her. She collapsed into almost
a coma-like condition, not awakening until her cell door was wrenched
open.
What time her captors came for her she did
not know, and it really did not matter.
She would have needed days of rest to recover from what had been done
to her, not just a few hours. She
was too weak to offer any resistance when the two powerfully built guards
came for her. Picking her up
under each arm they dragged her back to the room where she had been violated,
tortured, and humiliated.
Isetnofret was waiting for her
there. She noticed at once that
the gold rod was missing from Melissa’s swollen
breasts.
“So you have taken off the jewelry I
gave you,” she hissed sardonically.
“Well, no matter, you won’t need jewelry where you are
going. First though, I have promised
my loyal guards another session with
you.” She waved her hand
and Melissa, whimpering at the thought of a repeat of the sexual degradation
of the previous day, was hauled over to a low bench and arched across its
width. As she fought feebly to
prevent what they were about to do to her, one of the huge men straddled
her torso, his tree-trunk-like legs pinning her arms to her
sides.
For a second Melissa thought that this was
to be a repeat of the previous day’s oral rape, but instead the guard
closed his massive hands over her inflamed breasts and squeezed them together
over either side of his massive staff.
Melissa cried out in sudden pain as wounds in her breasts
reopened. Then she arched her
back in agony as the guard began to slide his member back and forth between
her tightly compressed flesh.
Lubricated partly by Melissa’s sweat and blood, and partly by
his own semen, the guard shifted his pelvis rapidly back and forth, using
her tightly held breasts as an artificial
vagina.
Melissa attempted to fight off this further
act of degradation, but every movement caused excruciating pain to her lacerated
back. Desperately she battled
to free her arms but the guard’s thighs gripped her like iron and she
lacked the strength she had possessed on the previous
day. Try as she might there was
nothing she could do to stop this further act of sexual
depravity. With a feeling of
horror she then felt the second guard between her
legs. She tried mightily not
to scream as he entered the tight confines of her of her already burning
vagina, but she could not contain the cry that burst from her lips as the
guard’s oversized organ drove into
her.
“Take her my pets,” Isetnofret
jeered. “Give her something
to remember while she rots in her tomb.”
Melissa hardly heard the
taunt. The pain in her loins
was agonizing and the action of the guard as he pounded back and forth between
her breasts was unbelievably repellent.
Each forward thrust brought the tip of the guard’s phallus within
inches of her lips. She could
smell his sweat, his semen, and the filth of his unwashed
body. She had to use every once
of her remaining self control to prevent herself from
vomiting.
And the violation seemed
to last an eternity. In actual
fact it could not have been more than an hour or so, but at the end of it
she felt as if she had been ravished a hundred
times. The final humiliation
came when the man between her breasts grunted loudly, releasing a long white
stream of creamy liquid over her face and
breasts. About the same time
her other assailant spasmed between her thighs, spurting within
her. As both men fell away from
her Melissa lay spent and gasping, her will to resist
broken.
“Well,” crooned Isetnofret, I hope
you enjoyed that. Was it as good
as it was with the pharaoh? I
certainly hope so, because it will be the last pleasure you have on
earth. After today you will have
to seek your happiness in the
underworld.”
Melissa, too weak to move, could only glare
at the queen. She was completely
done in. Her tormentors could
have done anything to her and she would not have
resisted. What happened next,
however, first surprised her and then horrified her.
Isetnofret produced a length of white gauze,
and ordering the guards to raise her to a sitting position carefully began
to wrap it about her. For a minute
or so Melissa thought that the queen was trying to bind her
wounds. But as the soft strips
of cloth were wound about her she realized with a growing sense of unease
that helping her was the farthest thing from the queen’s
mind.
“You wanted to be the pharaoh’s
consort,” Isetnofret purred.
“It is only fitting that in death you receive the honours due
to you.” She continued to
wind the strips of cloth, pulling them
tight. As the guards held Melissa
in order to prevent her from struggling the queen shrouded her body in layer
after layer of gauze, binding her arms so tightly to her sides that she could
barely breath. As Melissa gasped
for air, the queen taunted her again.
“Don’t worry, hyena bitch,” you won’t die from
lack of air. That would be too
quick. I have a much more horrible
plan in mind.”
By now all of Melissa’s upper body, from
her neck to her waist was concealed in layers of tightly wound
cotton. “Before I deal with
your legs, I have one final gift for you,” the queen
sneered. Melissa’s eyes
widened as Isetnofret brandished a large ivory phallus before her
eyes. The dildo was immense,
at least double the size of the impressive members possessed by the two
guards. As she watched, her eyes
wide with fear, the queen spread an oily substance on it and then touched
it to her vulva.
“No,”
Melissa whimpered. Her voice
low,
“Please
no!” With a smile
Isetnofret pushed the well lubricated monster phallus into
her.
At first, Melissa thought the sudden extreme
pain was due to the effects of her previous violations, but as the pain
intensified to horrific levels she realized that it was due to what the queen
had spread over the enormous artificial
penis. With a scream, Melissa
spread her legs wide to relieve the excruciating agony, but the pain got
worse and worse as the dildo was forced deep within
her. “There, that should
give you something to keep your mind occupied while you die,” Isetnofret
said. “I know it doesn’t
fit as well as that of the pharaoh, but it will have to
do.”
“Please,”
Melissa begged, between clenched
teeth,
“take it out!
It’s killing me!”
“Oh you will get used to
it. For as long as you
live.” The queen smiled
and continued her bandaging, extending the layers of gauze over Melissa’s
wrists and hands, lashing them to her tightly to her
thighs. Then she motioned to
the two guards. Melissa’s
shriek as her legs were forced together was
earsplitting. Frowning, Isetnofret
stuffed several rolls of gauze into her mouth and bound it
there. Then she continued her
methodical binding of Melissa’s body, wrapping length after length of
cotton over her thighs, then her calves.
As her ankles disappeared under the tight bindings Melissa suddenly
realized what was happening to her.
She had been too distracted by what was being done to her to understand
it before. She was being enshrouded
like a mummy. All of a sudden
she understood what Isetnofret had planned for
her. As her pain-filled eyes
widened in comprehension, Isetnofret grinned at
her.
“So you have finally awakened to your
fate. Good, it will give you
something to think about while I
finish.” She finished wrapping
Melissa’s feet, and then moved to her
head. Slowly and carefully she
applied layer after layer of gauze, finally removing the gag so she could
cover Melissa’s mouth and jaw.
Melissa managed only a short cry of pain and
protest before her jaw was forced shut and the gauze sealed her
lips. She was now entirely covered
in tight-fitting gauze with the exception of her nostrils and two slits left
for her eyes. Try as she might,
she could not move a muscle and the pain between her legs was
excruciating. It was as if a
white hot iron had been thrust into her.
She would have screamed herself hoarse if she could, but all she could
do was moan in agony.
“Save your breath, hyena bitch,”
came Isetnofret’s voice.
“You will need it.”
She took out a small bronze knife and made a small incision over
Melissa’s lips. “Now
you are ready. I will be sorry
to see you go. The last few days
of your company have been most enjoyable, but now it is time for you to go
to the underworld.”
One of the giant guards lifted her up and
carried her from the room. Although
still in terrible pain, and whimpering in agony, Melissa was aware enough
to observe that her captors were completely
silent. Through the eye slits
she could determine that she was being carried down a very long hallway that
was lined with impressive columns some twenty feet
high. Her captors slowed as they
reached the end of the columns and then did something very
strange.
Placing her on the floor, Isetnofret and her
two guards prostrated themselves before the entrance to a very large room
that was lit by flickering torches.
The queen chanted a short prayer that Melissa only partly understood
and then silently rose to her feet and moved into the
room. Melissa was picked up again
and carried into the room. Placed
in long rows about the room were dozens of stone platforms upon which were
placed stone sarcophagi. Melissa
realized at once that she was in a burial
chamber.
“Here is your final resting place, hyena
bitch,” Isetnofret hissed.
“You will never leave this place.”
“Mmmppph!” Melissa protested as she was carried up a set of
steps and lowered into a stone
sarcophagus. She suddenly was
fully aware of the vicious queen’s insidious
plan.
“Yes, my lovely,” whispered
Isetnofret. “This is where
you will spend your remaining days.
For as long as you live.”
Fear overcoming her agony, Melissa fought
to escape from the cocoon of tightly wound bandages, but Isetnofret had bound
her so tightly that she could not even move a finger, and when she tried
to pull up her knees, the massive dildo inside her sent waves of pain through
her nether region. Panting in
fear, she could only lie helpless while the queen added a few finishing
touches.
A reed was pushed into the small hole Isetnofret
had made just over her lips.
“Be careful you don’t break this,” the queen
murmured. “It is a hollow
reed and leads to a large vessel of water next to
you. If you are not greedy it
should be enough for your needs for several days, perhaps even a
week. There is a tiny air hole
in the lid of the sarcophagus so you will have enough air as
well.”
With the reed in her mouth Melissa could not
even make a muffled protest for fear of breaking her only access to
water. She knew now what the
queen’s plan for her was. She
was to be buried alive, sealed in a tomb with enough air and water to ensure
that she died a horrible lingering death from
starvation.
“Enjoy your stay,” Isetnofret mocked, as the heavy stone lid was slid into place. “I hope you are not driven mad before you die.” The last sound Melissa heard was her mocking laugh and then she was enclosed in total darkness and silence.
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