Preparation for the Tomb

(LARGE image, I apologize. LARGE story too)

A brief preface. I figure with next week techincally being the start of the holiday season once more, I think I'll give another little gift to the community. ^^

What follows is a rather lengthy short story detailing the background (before AND after) this artwork. If you'd like to skip to the REAL description behind this image (although I HOPE you'll read through for your enjoyment ), go down to the second set of '*****' symbols in the description here. The tale's worth it though, particularly if you things hot. Which is also a warning...

A last warning, it's a first-person story, so things are deliberately a bit mysterious and unhinged. Oops, I mean disjointed.

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I was shivering. It almost seemed impossible due to the intense warmth surrounding my lithe form yet the truth was obvious:

This was frightening me more than anything had before.

Despite the airs of either being full of myself and tempting or more so my normal stoic and quiet mindset with little emotion shown...this might have actually been exciting if I didn't already know most of the reason for it happening.

Somehow I sweat as I was rendered nearly naked, lying atop a fairly soft cushion in a dark corridor somewhere. A strange force held me down atop the slightly comfy perch as metallic hands belonging to things that I just couldn't make out removed my clothing and accessories. The energy, oddly familiar to some facet of magical knowledge in my mind that felt mysteriously hazy in this darkness, kept me from moving my limbs or neck as warm air coddled my form. Being unable to raise my head from where I lay and with such heat surrounding me I could only be certain that the asp-decorated headpiece and the little bindings around curves of my dark hair were still on me.

But my eyes were busy trying to focus on other things as the mechanical arms crossed my own limbs in front of my chest, my hands gingerly curved around my breasts which were clearly NOT covered anymore. Apparently my 'chariot' was in motion, hovering or crawling delicately upon an unseen floor down this blackened corridor. I tried to make out some of the blood red glyphs that glowed upon the walls every few feet. They passed in silence and I became aware that at least three cloaked individuals strode to my sides, each brandishing a staff with a strange shape upon the end.

"If only I could raise my head," I thought to myself, unwilling to try to speak as this...punishment was carried out, "Maybe I could read what is in store for me."

I had a feeling that I shouldn't speak anyway. I had done something very stupid...though not exactly by my own choice...maybe that kiss went too far as well...

"It can't be helped now...can it? What's the point...here I am...wherever here is," I mumbled to myself softly, feeling the brief element of possible excitement drop back into the normal doldrums of my mind.

My 'procession' stopped momentarily to turn down another eerie, glyph illuminated corridor and one of the darkly cloaked figures split off to continue down my original path. The heat must have been affecting my eyesight...not to mention the few beads of sweat dripping past my orbs...but I could make out part of a wall glyph: '-iklnelphis'

The phrase wasn't a typical one in our language and did not ring a bell immediately...yet there was something familiar about it. My mind tried to ignore the creeping dread that was starting to rise up my sweaty spine and focus on tomes I had 'acquired' in the past...

"Mmmmm MMMMmmm Mm!"

An extremely muffled voice caught my ear as we passed another opening. I struggled to use my peripheral vision, still unable to twist my neck, and glanced another robed person through the portal. The lighting was more normal in that chamber, which appeared to be quite lengthy, and I assumed the restrained voice must have come from in there. It would have been high-pitched but there's no way the cloaked figure, apparently a tall man, could have been the source.

"But what did I hear then?" I pondered. The large figure was waving his staff at something on the wall of that room. Something that was squirming and curving...and it appeared like there was more of whatever that fleshy-colored thing was down the wall. A bead of sweat dripped from my brow as I lay confused upon this cushion, losing sight of whatever was going on past that portal.

The uneasy silence resumed around this long march to the unknown. My heart, however, had started to pound faster and I had to focus on something beyond the oddity that I couldn't decipher back there. Or the glyphs that I knew I could read yet the dull lighting seemed to be deliberately blurring my eyes.

"Did I really deserve this? I'm already starting to crack from darkness and suspense and that sort of experience has NEVER fazed me before...and I don't even KNOW what they plan to do with me. I have noble blood! I don't deserve whatever awaits, regardless of what they thought I did..."

My haughty thoughts were tempered and I began to pant slightly, unable to squirm uncomfortably under whatever force held me down, as I thought back of what had happened...

...it was a foolish thing to do in hindsight...why did I listen...why did I not use my own judgment...

"And why was that...less of a trial than I expected...avoiding shame? It's not like our people are strangers to such matters...so why so fast and so clandestine?" I quested to my cloudy brain.

A large opening loomed before us and for the first time I found my neck could weakly bend. The oncoming chamber was just as dark but creepily illuminated by masses of crimson runes. I scanned down her tan form, feeling less confident in herself and more worried about what awaited as my hovering 'chariot' slowed as it neared the door. My purple irises scanned back and forth at four robed men stood in pairs on either side of the doorway. Their faces were grim, ignoring the sensual curves of my nude body as they stared at each other...except the last one on the left. For a brief time I could swear he was displaying a vile smirk, looking lecherously upon my flesh.

I felt his fingers brush the side of my thigh as I passed through the opening before him, nasty touches that chilled the sweat already starting to pool on my prone form.

I mouthed, "You dare touch one such as I?!" and was about to yell...and then I noticed his face. I knew that face...that couldn't be...

But then my eyes focused on something else next to the man's head. Another blood-red glyph, the same one I had only partially read before.

'Etertiklnelphis'. I read it...and then the logical parts of my mind, more and more were being blocked with terror and apprehension of the situation, pulled forth something ancient from a relic-tome I had once treasured.

My mouth went agape as I recognized what it meant...

The quartet marched down the passage behind me as the cushioned device I lay upon settled into the chamber.

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"It couldn't...those are legends. Scary stories for the young to keep them in their place. No one would use such methods ever again...would they?"

The expression on that man...that phrase...I was shaken to my core. What WAS about to happen to me?

My heart was beating fiercely in my exposed chest. I recalled extremely tattered pages only vaguely alluding to what Etertiknelphis meant. It was something from ages long dead and buried by law...and for good reason. How could I have deserved such a punishment for any length of time...I was practically royalty, who would want to use such methods on an individual of such influence?

As the large room loomed around me, part of my consciousness was cracking in terror as it tried to reason with how I came to this fate and what indeed would face me...

...however, the more morbid, darker elements of my mind...they were excited in curiosity. This could be quite thrilling, to see and experience something so forbidden to be outlawed by the ancients. Prayers to my goddess whispered through my head...both for protection and in thanks...

"Grezkaza...that man was Grezkaza," murmured some still logical part of my memories. The nasty looking man among the priests that had brought her down this winding corridor into humid darkness...I knew him. He once was a servant of High N'Tencromagi Shul'uuz, one of the high elders I once studied under. But Grezkaza was supposedly banished for crimes against our culture...

I nearly eeped in surprise as I felt the soft thing that I lay upon come to a stop in the center of the chamber, pulling me from my thoughts back to dangerous reality. I tried to remain stoic in dark room as a wall of more crimson glyphs lit up, giving the area an ominous glow. Masking both my building apprehension and exhilaration, my eyes darted around my surroundings in slow movements. I could still raise my head but chose to keep my motions to a minimum until I knew what might befall my vulnerable form.

A pair of glowing eyes emerged before me. I shivered yet again as they stared unmoving for moments and my 'chair' rotated so they floated somewhere to my left. Lines of color lit in the darkness into the shape of a massive face, akin to the visages of the great pharaohs of our world. The orbs shone brilliantly and seemed to point in varied directions above an unmoving, mechanical mouth. This construct was commonly known as a PharaohMind, an overseer of sorts...

Long spindly silver shafts suddenly started to move and drop near my body. Bands of black material spooled forth from the tips of each and I raised an eyebrow as I recognized the shape of the limbs. I was apparently atop a technological scarab of some sort...which proceeded to use its limbs to hug my shuddering form and drape the dark bands across my neck and waist. Snugly, but not tight enough to cut circulation.

I felt somewhat uncomfortable by the rubbery yet warm touch of the bindings as they lay upon my body...and abruptly recognized them as a lesser used type of restraint somewhat looked down upon for, uh, more secretive or sexual pursuits...

"Hee hee," I tittered to myself, recalling my first experiment with the tactile strips from an...experiment several months ago. "But that was only as a bit of pliable wrist binding...this...what is this?"

The touch of the pliable bands was slightly uncomfortable as my neck was encircled by the silent work of the scarab's deft arms. The other set had given me a belt of the black rubber and was slowly moving upwards. It felt like a dull itching sensation that was gradually moving towards my shivering stomach. A giggle slipped from my lips...surely just an accidental response amidst this delicate wrapping procedure...

...

Wait...

...was I being...mummified? ALIVE?!

As my shoulders started to become entrapped within the rubber bandages, I began to sweat even harder beneath my shaking arms. That was one of the worst sins in the culture of Ossirsis! With such reverence and care to the facets of death and the afterlife...this was a mockery to many of our beliefs and standards passed down over the ages. That would indeed be a reason these ancient punishments would be outlawed and forbidden...even a pure death sentence is in a way considered an act of mercy and benevolence in my culture, a release from the normalcy of existence to the pleasures that await in the next world. We had even mastered ways to let those truly deserving continue to have influence on those still living, giving them the ability to dwell within constructs and machines in order to still have touch with those they loved or wished to help society as a whole.

I was practically royalty...what I had done was not even remotely of the level of requiring even a end to my life. If this WAS to be my final fate, I should not be denied my deserved ceremony and care to pass on...

...

My mind raced as my heart started to pound in my chest.

"The trial...why had it been done so fast and in so secluded quarters. I had recognized no one...I barely even saw anyone's faces with the decision chamber being so dark. No family, no friends, no one to stand for me...it had been an amazingly quick trial for such a stupid act and I was unable even to defend myself."

Almost as if it wasn't a trial at all...

"Just five grim judges and a handful of guards in a dark room. No presiding officers or royals. The head judge...his face was obscured by a cloak...even his words seem muddled in my memories."

I shook my head, trying to clear it up and get some of the salt out of my eyes. My belly was rising and falling more rapidly and each motion oddly felt...ticklish...as the bands of darkness rubbed against my skin.

"Surely High N'Tencromagi Shul'uuz was supposed to have been present to defend me. It was his suggestion after all that made me try..."

My thoughts trailed off. My body felt a numbness I had never experienced before. I thought of what little I could see of the prime judge's face as he dictated a sentence which I could not hear the details or duration of...and then of Grezkaza's smirking expression just a few moments ago.

Tears started to swell in my eyes as the reality of the situation dawned on me. I felt cold despite the intense heat swathing around both the exposed and slowly enwrapped sections of my figure. Terror at what truly was going on overwrote any curiosity still left...and dwarfed the spark of anger deep in my core.

Something emitted a synthetic screech as I felt cold metal in the shape of a claw land on my right shoulder.

"AAAAHHHH!!" I shrieked as this farcical punishment intruded my consciousness once more. Only my neck was still outside the effects of the 'energy' keeping me down on the scarab and unable to struggle. I twisted and glared with one eyebrow raised to see a peculiar creature made of golden metal perched on my shoulder, shrieking back at me.

If I was in my normal state of mind, seeing a mechanical scorpion would merely intrigue me for a few moments, although I've always had a bit of a fascination with the more creepy and crawly type of life forms. But right now I was definitely weakened enough by revelations and shuddering anticipation that the tech-critter had the apparently desired effect of frightening me out of my stupor. It seemed similar to any other scorpion, with the exception of being made of gold, yet it had some strange feathery barb as a tip for its tail and...white 'lining' within its huge pincers?

It let out another cry from a clawed mouth beneath intensely glowing eyes. Those fiendish orbs looked temporarily at the now indecipherably murmuring PharoahMind in the corner and the creature abruptly turned and began to crawl down my tan body. Winking away both tears and sweat, my eyes widened with each cool touch of its limbs on my chest. And then...and then...the plume of its tail slipped between my breasts for a moment as it crept across those bountiful orbs.

"Ahhaaha...ooohhhh," I found my voice again and cooed. The barb was very ticklish and the sensation of it passing through that tight 'passage' proved...stimulating. I started to feel the warmth of the chamber override my numbness once more as it tickled the sides of my breasts.

The scarab's limbs began to snuggly wrap my shaking chest as the scorpion gingerly walked across my ribs and danced along my belly. I coughed, trying to bite my lip as it moved across that sensitive area. The little machine turned around to face me...and then devilishly plunged its tail into my tight navel.

"EEEEEEeeeee!!! EEeeaaahahahaaah!!!"

My head thrashed as I laughed, watching the golden insectoid 'paint' the walls and surrounding flesh of my belly-button with its tail and starting to wonder if the punishment included such humiliation as an insult before one is fully wrapped for their forbidden fate. Did 'they' know this was torturous to me, being so delicate and sensitive? My tummy was flat and beautiful and I nearly always had it on display...both for practical (heat) reasons and because I knew it caught the eyes of others with its delicious curves. Did 'they' know how delicate it was to such sensation?

It continued on its way as the rubber bandages wrapped the area it just finished tickling. The rapid breathing caused by my laughter made my belly rub against the bindings and...it itched. I tried to calm down but it almost felt like that damn tail was still doing its work around my navel as my stomach rose and fell...was there something tactile on the INSIDE of these hot strips? Some coating or cilia or such?

As the thing passed my waist, another set of the scarab's arms rose next to my thighs, which were dripping with more sweat every passing moment. I That throbbing sound seemed louder as I awaited them to begin wrapping my lower half, perhaps...

...the mech-scorpion, however, continued to surprise me. It crawled along my left thigh and then seemed to get 'lost' in terms of whatever its procedure list was set to. The critter trot in place, every step itching my leg and I was unable to 'scratch' it. It turned one way, then the other...and its barb brushed against my exposed nether regions.

"Ooouhhh," I warbled, my eyes widening. Was that a mistake...or deliberate? I started to wonder if some mischievous spirit inhabited this device or if was only an automaton commanded by the PharoahMind to...stimulate me. It turned back and forth several times, waving that ticklish plume against my sex in deft swipes. My eyes closed and rolled back slightly as I cooed.

"MMmmmmm...uhhhmmm..."

That erogenous zone felt slick with...liquid other than sweat...as the cursed creature tickled down there. My mind started to wander...was this punishment or perhaps they WERE giving some 'rewards' toward the process of ending my life? I felt a tingling through my entire form just as my arms and chest were bound together by the black tape...and found that tingling was partially because my fingers were moving under my control. I tried to curl them and move my hands but I found the bonds were too tight and all I was doing was feathering my own breasts within the hot confines of the bandages...

...which felt quite...pleasant as the plume brushed a few more times in an area that should have been making me protest aloud or cry for help rather than...murmur somewhat satisfied to myself.

It abruptly stopped just as I was starting to feel more exhilaration than terror and the scorpion marched down my legs. Simultaneously the mechanical scarab began wrapping that now moist area of my body, sealing the various oozing around my rump and thighs. Just as before with my belly and breasts, it felt rather strange where the rows of thin rubber-weave now pressed. Whatever lay on the insides of the material it was something I had not had any experience with personally.

Barring the dull pounding, the metal limbs worked quietly and the imposing face in the corner muttered to itself. I was helpless and the response from the previous activity was muted as I watched the sets of arms wrap my body tightly. Apprehension began to return as I observed more of my creamy flesh encircled by the dark bandages. While I had to admit that the feeling of the material on my skin had a peculiarly...'unique' feeling (one which might be rather enjoyable under other circumstances), the fact that it might soon cover my entire body and smother me was getting more unsettling with every passing moment. My heart beat faster and sweat dripped from beneath my hairline and headpiece.

Oddly, I felt more 'life' in my body right after it an area was entwined with the bands. Of course, it was too late at that point to be able to move enough to leave some space from which perhaps I could struggle. However, I definitely could feel that unusual texture of the bindings with the now aware and strangely sensitive regions of my skin.

Soon I was bound from the top of my neck to my knees. The scorpion perched upon my covered joints and watched the streaks of blackness continue to swaddle my shins. I looked past the machine to my exposed feet, unable to move them still due to that strange power, and felt depressed as they would soon be swallowed by the wrappings.

"And then," I gulped, "My head will surely follow."

However, the bondage ended right above my ankles. The limbs moved back up my form and added a few more layers here and there to reinforce the bindings in places. They did not move back down my legs...and once again I was confused into silence, feeling a chill up my spine as I wondered what would follow.

There was more movement in the room. I saw another figure move in the shadows, this one far too large to be a normal man. I shivered more vigorously as another set of glowing eyes...no...jewels lit up. The room seemed even warmer and the darkness seemed felt closer as the eyes moved slowly forward. There was another sound...dull thuds accompanied the louder throbbing ringing in my ears. This huge presence...what could it be? My lips trembled and I felt a deep pressure on my chest as if something was sitting there and compacting my lovely figure further into these tight bandages.

It moved slowly, only its eyes showing through the glyph-masked shadows...and my spine-tingled tension was interrupted as I felt something cold step on my exposed ankles.

"Eee...aaaah," I softly stammered, feeling the frigid golden legs of the scorpion touch the bare skin. My quivering eyes darted back down to it, diverting my gaze from the massive shadow and toward my bare but still magic-bound feet. A random curious thought made me question why both they and my head remained unbound...

The PharaohMind muttered something which kept me from focusing on anything too long. My eyes returned to the thing before me. It was huge and glowing gems sprang into light upon its shoulders, which surrounded a long, canine-shaped head with an elaborate headdress. Was I staring at death itself...in the form of construct I rarely had seen in the past: the Anubshiath? And an amazingly huge Anubshiath at that, I thought in wonder as it stood silent before me.

The sleek blackness of its smooth construction, 'interrupted' only by wired gemstones scattered on the titan, was unnerving. Still shaking a bit from recent activity by the critter, I was oddly fascinated by the terrifying design molded in the shape of one of our death gods. If I wasn't bound so tightly I would love to touch the obsidian of its design...to trail my fingers down those muscular ridges and curves. My eyes closed a little as my fingers mimicked that activity which merely caused me to feather my pressed but bountiful breasts.

Tittering, I wondered if the Anubshiath was merely an automaton or if a spirit had been bound to its core. I mused in the latter case that it was a good thing that only the benevolent and deserving ever received such an honor in their second lives...imagine if the damned or depraved were given the chance to inhabit the massive machines in large numbers...

My thoughts trailed off as the reality of the situation returned. The dog-headed metal man just stood there with its arms at its sides and the lack of activity by either it or the scarab upon which I sat gave the underlying apprehension a chance to surge through my form once more. This had to be deliberate...and sadly it was effective. I didn't understand what was going to happen to me or for how long...

Blinking away more drops of sweat from my eyes, my gaze dropped from the unmoving Anubshiath downwards to the other immobile mechanical...but it stopped before it reached the scorpion on my ankles. I looked at my tan feet, just as immobilized as the two machines, and again wonder why they remained unbound. I could slightly understand why my face was free...to see all the preparation and ceremony taken with this punishment...but my bare feet? Why were they free to extrude into the warm air of the chamber still?

A silly, sultry thought slipped into the storm of conflicting emotions of my mind as I glanced at my pretty peds. I considered them rather alluring with their cute toes and sensual curves. Pampered by beauty treatments and delicate, I often only clad them in nice jeweled sandals (if I wore anything at all other than jewelry on my lower legs) just so they could be seen and...appreciated. Would this be the last audience for them and me? I would have swayed them gently in the red lights here if they were free of that strange force.

A small smile crept on my visage as I had those thoughts...and it soon turned to confusion. My eyes widened as the golden scorpion crept atop both feet.

"Uh, erm," I stammered as I saw the thing move its head to my big toes. I emitted another eep in shock as two cold curved 'claws' shoved their tips around those plump tootsies and pinched them sternly though not painfully together. All at once the feeling of life surged back into my feet...just in time for that damn barbed tail to switch across the tops of each foot.

I bit my lip once more, sweating harder and trying not to laugh. I strained to wriggle my feet and kick the critter off but the mouth-claws holding the two big digits kept them together and I just couldn't wave either foot. Abruptly the little machine clamped its pincers around two of my other toes.

"Er...ooh...hee, hee," I warbled.

The claws gripped snuggly but not too tightly on each tootsie and I became very aware of what that white lining I had previous seen within the pincers felt like. It was very soft with little prickles of fur, forming 'rings' around each held toe. My left eye twitched at the feeling and my wet lips trembled.

"No, no! Noooaaaahahaahahahaa!!!"

I squealed with laughter as something unexpected happened within those pincers. I felt the tickly linings between the scorpion's claws somehow begin to rotate, spinning faster and faster and tickling the hell out of the stems they encircled. Spouting protests and giggles, I began to thrash and try to curl the held toes. All I was successful in doing was flexing and spreading the still free digits...and sending more ripples of discomfort up my body as the bandages shifted with my movement...

...no, not discomfort...uneasy itching, almost ticklish in its touch as whatever affected the inside of the strips coupled with the slickness of my sweating skin gave me a strangely...enjoyable feeling as the ridges rubbed my body.

I cooed even as my toes were subjected to the whirling dervishes within the pincers, the panic of being mummified and now tickled slightly muted by the odd pangs of pleasure penetrating my mind. Was some darker part of me...enjoying this situation?!

"Aaaahhhhh hahaha....haaaahaahahaahah."

Sleek and terrible, the canine-headed construct caught my eye with a movement of its arm. Or, perhaps, its own gem sensors had noticed the metal scorpion suddenly open its pincers. Sweat was starting to pour harder down my form, leaving most of my body moist. The room itself still had a hellish heat. Now, even my exposed feet felt hot, particularly the two toes which had just been released from fur-lined torture. Tittering, I curled my toes and flexed my feet to try and shake the critter off again.

In response, the Anubshiath apparently had also taken notice of the wild quivering of my bare soles before it. Within the powerful grasp of its outstretched hand sat a golden ankh. My eyes tried to focus on the glimmering artifact while the scorpion quickly closed its pincers around two different toes, promptly swirling the rings of fur around. I resisted to struggle even as I chortled aloud once more, too curious to see what sort of punishment this ankh might bring.

The massive head on the wall mumbled something I couldn't understand and I strained my sight on the abrupt motion I saw around the base of the device. Something was...slithering...

"EEEEEeeeee ha aahahahah! AHHHH!!!"

The devilish insectoid caught me unaware as it dropped its plumed tail between my held peds and swished the barb around. I nearly jumped in response, my attention so devoted to what was in the titan's hand, that another wave of increasingly 'enjoyable' ripples of the bandages slid up my form. My hands started to tremble, which only made it worse as they cupped my covered breasts.

A soft moan slipped from my lips somewhat unwillingly before I again could glance at that ankh held before my helpless feet. There, shining in pale red light, curled two metallic asps, swaying back and forth as they hung from the ankh. Forked tongues flickered in and out of their fanged mouths as they emitted quiet hisses amidst the intense throbbing noise of the chamber.

I seized up, sputtering laughs still due to the mech-scorpion's activity. I...I knew what was imminent. My heart pounded in my shaking chest as I stared again at my tan-skinned feet...

...so delicate...so soft...so...SENSITIVE...

They were so pampered and taken care of that...that...

The serpents leaned in close. Something slick touched my sole...

"WAAAAAHHAAHAHAHAAHAAHAAAHAA!!! NOOOOOAAAHAAHAHAHA!!!"

I cried out in hollering anguish after only a few seconds. The tongues...the tongues!

They were clearly metal yet that material so slim...so slick...so pliable...

"AAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!"

...they felt real! The licks were so delicate and precise! I felt them teasing at my heels and then sliding up each flexing arch to the balls of my feet.

I thrashed again, not thinking of the repercussions as my body tensed up. The bandages shifted once again and the creeping waves of pleasurable itching surged from my knees to my chest again. It must've been some sort of cilia...the textures of the strips rubbed between my thighs and at my belly notably and I felt pent up everywhere...everywhere but my poor feet that is. My hands tried to ball into fists but merely pinched at my heaving orbs.

"OOOOHAAAHAHAHAOOOOOO!!! OOOHHHHHAAAAHAAAHAHHAHA!!!"

I splayed my feet as I moaned with laughter. Tears were streaming down my face with each lick. Whatever programming or power controlled these metal snakes...it was as meticulous as our best surgeons. Their fiendish tongues lathered in careful swaths upon my bare soles, caressing every little curve as they passed. They dipped and dug into every wrinkle as my feet scrunched, forcing me to flex my peds. They seemed like they were hunting every weak spot down there, flickering the tips of the glinting tongues like tiny evil fingers wherever it caused me to laugh higher and higher.

The scorpion was not inactive during all this. Without warning it would periodically release its pincers and promptly clamp two more of the wobbling toes, then buff their stems with its furry touch. Its barb darted between my constrained big toes and whipped its fuzzy edges upon them again and again. There was no pattern or timing, just to make its part of the torture completely unexpected and frenzy my feverish mind even further.

Staring at my tormented feet, I screeched with terror and continued to writhe...and the motion kept the covered parts of my lovely figure from relaxing. More rippling movement of the bandages passed over my sex and stomach...my hands pressed on my hardening breasts...fluids other than sweat began to trickle once more as this torture was driving me mad!

Hissing, the ankh-wrapped snakes kept assaulting my exposed extremities. The tongues danced upon every curve and crevice of my agonized soles...I would have been impressed by their delicacy if I wasn't wailing in pain and somehow also whimpering in pleasure.

"PLEASEEAAAHAHAAAHAHAAHAAAAAHHA...NOOO MORAAAHAHAAAHAAA!!! MER...MERCEEEEEEEEeeeeeeahaaaaaaaa!!!

Crying aloud I couldn't believe I had just asked for mercy...but I wasn't thinking clearly anyway. Surely everything around her was either an automaton or possibly with a spirit within tempered to this purpose.

I felt a trickle of release as my nipples hardened beneath my palms...if begging for mercy didn't work, perhaps I should use some of my remaining seductive charms...

No. That's how I ended up here in the first place...

I drooled as my mouth sputtered with chortles and groans. My hair became more disheveled as I flailed my head back and forth, that pumping motion being mimicked by my squirming feet...not to mention some other regions covered in black bands...

As my toes endured their hot swirls of torture, the rest of my footsies...I couldn't call it 'cool'...they were moistening. Due to the temperature around my body I couldn't really discern (or care) if the terrible tongues were actually leaving a coat of...saliva...or if merely the sensation left as they passed was merely an after effect of feeling that strange metal on my delicate skin. But they FELT slick and somehow even more sensitive...

...the licking was getting more agonizing over time...but also it felt more...sexual...it was turning me on! This sick punishment was...tongues licking upon my deserving feet...they deserved such reverence and attention! But my deranged mind was in conflict on whether this excruciating torment was worth the erotic sensations starting at my toes and spreading throughout my being.

Sensual torture...I was...loving it as I cursed it...terrible little tentacles...

My freakish laughter became babbles as the tongues slipped beneath my toes. I uttered an almost animalistic screech (far louder than I ever thought I could vocalize) and gushed a release in response to the full-body writhing such a tiny little touch finally set off. Various fluids burst orifices and were soaked up by the bandages or fell to the floor beneath my throbbing, hot body.

"OUUUUUHHHHHhhhhhha ha ha....hee...ahhhh...."

The tongues stopped moments later at an order from the PharaohMind. I continued to weakly giggle as the scropion continued to play with my shivering toes in its grasp...

I...enjoyed...and hated...what happens...no...now...

Quitely and gently, the scarab that I lay upon turned away from the Anubshiath as it withdrew the ankh and its evil asps. The massive figure remained still...

...my eyes were tired...my mind was both conflicted and confused...

...I didn't notice another huge metal figure had stepped from the glyphic wall. I had been too busy...

...bird-like with another elaborate gemmed headdress...an Ohurousiath construct...based on...was it a god of wisdom...the wind?

...

...no...

...the giant's hands were...were...no...no!!!

...huge spreads of feathered wings...I can't...take...unnnhhh....

...

...the scarab stopped turning...my feet...before the Ohurousiath. Its eyes are...glowing...that pounding noise is my...my heart...

!!!

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"Not eternal."

Whimpering and sniffling on the outside but feeling extremely wild and light-headed on the inside, I barely heard the PharaohMind whisper that phrase as the scarab chariot carried my twitching body out of the torture chamber.

Hope...but did it mean anything or was it just more punishment by giving me a glimmer of courage and optimism...yet another lie. Just like everyone I knew was apparently lying to me...

Punishment...I must've been cracking as I only half thought of the past hours as a penalty. An assault upon my senses...such treatment should never had befallen my poor, delicate figure. My ravaged feet were crossed as they protruded from my wrap of bandages...trying to protect each other from more...touching...

I lay broken, withdrawing further into myself as the moist warmth encircled my body within the bandages, timidly sighing and trying not to move lest I...'inspire' myself more. I was unsure if any person or machine accompanied this trip through the dark corridors to...

...to where...to what...hee hee...to more 'fun'?

Some spark inside my tempestuous mind burned with the desire to experience more of the methods of ancient Etertiklnelphis. To get such attention to parts of my worthy figure...to tempt the 'pain' of such touches and tickles again in order to achieve baser desires beyond knowledge...

Ooh...the way those tongues sent licks up my spine like a chain reaction...

I struggled to think of something else, lest I blurt out more beyond my quiet pouts to my quiet surroundings. Again, why me...why had this happened...I thought of the 'hope' I had been given and wondered if this indeed was 'not eternal', would I be released? Did they...did he...want me broken and driven mad with mindless panic and sheer lust?

...rev...revenge...this was not right. I shouldn't be here, writhing in agony...

...

Yes, I should. I want to know more of our ancient ways...I want to FEEL more...

This battle of logic versus desire continued in my weary brain as minutes passed with the rest of me being brought through fancy arches and past magic-warded vaults. Bleary-eyed, I barely acknowledged that I had entered another large room with two passageways leading away from it. Something of considerable size dominated one edge of the chamber with various glyphs and a few...monitors...around it.

I had trouble focusing, straining my purple eyes to focus and realizing that a few robed men stood at each doorway. But the cube-like thing in the wall had my warbling attention...a massive metal box covered with ornamental glyphs and writing...

...with a raised lid and cushions within...and...

...and two holes in the front surrounded by dials and switches...two...holes...

"Ah...wha...what in the goddess...name," I abruptly yet weakly protested as my vision was blocked. Someone or something behind my prone body promptly had wrapped a dark band of material around my eyes. I couldn't see anything, just faint colors from the glyphs on the walls!

Strong hands hoisted my shivering body away from the warm cushions of the scarab...my back was extremely moist from whatever collected within the bindings under me. Weakened, my head drooped downward and I experienced a brief moment of vertigo as I was turned around in the air. I merely continued to sigh softly, blinded and confused further with each passing moment.

Gently, the grasps lowered me down. I felt another set of cushions under my shoulder blades as I was lowered at an incline. Something hard pressed under my bound, shaking knees to bend them a moment before my bandage-clad ass touched the soft underside. The hard shaft was then removed and my legs straightened out again, resting them just above the ankles within some tight curved shelves...

...had my feet touched something as they extended? Something above where they lay now...oh...now I felt the curved, padded arches over my ankles as well...

...two holes...I had seen two...holes in that 'box'. I writhed to my sides, trying to ignore the sensual feelings that by now I knew would come with any forced movement on my part, and found I had very little room on either side before my shoulders hit a hard wall.

I was...I was in that ornamental box...a sarcophagus. MY sarcophagus...with my lower legs protruding from those openings...

A recent memory attempted to surface amidst the gleeful giggles slipping from my lips in response to my testing my boundaries...it failed...

I waved my feet around to see if they hit anything...no...they were just hanging in the air. I tensed up and half-coughed, half-chuckled as gloved hands closed halfway up each ped. My tortured appendages were nearly numb from the onslaught before...I could barely feel the difference in temperature between the air around them and what surrounded the rest of my body...

"Eeeee...no m...moreeee."

Shivering with apprehension, I felt cold circles of metal delicately placed upon six of my wiggling toes...although I couldn't be certain of the number, unable to see anything. I licked my lips, both dreading and looking forward to what might happen next. The dead feeling in my feet gradually faded as the coldness and weight of the various toerings woke them up. I curled my toes...they probably looked very alluring at that moment with what were apparently fancy ceremonial jewelry encircling their soft skin. One felt slightly heavier and...I could swear I felt a brief throb of energy in it...I wondered haphazardly if the scorpion had been 'cleaning' the stems of my toes to prepare them for these charms...

Sickly, I wondered if such a view might catch the eye of one of the men doing these preparations. Perhaps I could...convert one to let me out with my charms. I flexed my left foot, splaying the toes to show off the new toerings. Teasingly, I then slowly curled my tootsies and wrinkled my sole, almost beckoning whoever might be out there to come closer...perhaps a caress...a kiss...

...I wouldn't normally be trying something like this...seductive activity like this was something meant to be intimate and secret...why did I feel more and more like I should let such forbidden thoughts out...

...what did I have to lose?! Why hold back now? This is obviously not what SHOULD have happened. If right and logic were being ignored by vile methods...this was definitely not a typical prison complex or punishment...why should I not act out some of my darker desires too? I was doomed anyway, betrayed to my fate...

I pinched my own breast as I waved my feet, just to get my mood even more suggestive. I cooed a pleasant murring sound deliberately...

Abruptly, the hands lifted my head and clenched my chin to keep my mouth open. Roughly I felt something looped underneath my dark hair and something hard yet tube-like was forced between my teeth. Like a hard gag it kept my jaw open just enough to encircle the tube and unable to bite down. I cried out but the sound was muffled, just causing saliva to pool at the edges of my lips and drip down my chin.

Almost choking, I felt a trickle of something sweet begin to drop into my salivating mouth. It was pleasant but unfamiliar...I couldn't spit it up if I tried due to the gag it ran through. My twisting head was lowered back into the hot cushions and I also noticed a stream of air somehow passing through the pliable device now attached to my maw.

...they weren't sealing me alive to smother...

I immediately felt the effects of whatever fluid was slipping down my throat. It was like a pleasurable haze was drifting over me...but my core felt both supple and unconfined. I felt...loose...ready to let everything go...

...EVERYTHING...

I barely felt a few other attachments made, miraculously pushed through the creases of my bandages. Two or three devices were placed on various parts of my stomach and lower regions...I didn't take notice of them until they started to vibrate...soothingly...oh yes...

Intoxicated by the drink and vibrations, I inanely wondered if this treatment was actually a gift for one of my status...the decorations on my feet, the delightful additions making my body feel at ease...and beyond...

SLAM.

...

It was suddenly even darker. The few muttering voices of my captors softened and vanished. Despite my buzz, I became aware after shifting my body a few more times...well, aware after I calmed down from the ripples tickling my torso...that I was truly confined. The sarcophagus must've been sealed shut, and here I lay for...

...

Mmmm...panic started and was combined with my wickeder thoughts as I realized I was alone. I was only with myself...sweat built up and I cried weakly but both were absorbed into the evil bindings, just moistening them further to...intensify whenever I may next shift my position.

So constrained on the outside, but all the darker and more erotic thoughts were fighting to burst from within...

My senses were restrained absolutely...

Sight...I could see nothing now at all...nothing beyond whatever images my crazy mind was bringing to bear...

Hearing...only a low hum from whatever machinery surrounded or was part of my coffin...

Smell...the air within the confines was inert and my own musky odors (from sweat and...release) were only urging me to...indulge myself further...

Taste...the potion I drank was delightful at first but already my taste buds were dulling from its slow, rapid drips upon my tongue and tonsils...

They were all muted and deprived of stimuli...

...all but touch.

Even that, my only true remaining element of perception, was limited. The saturated bandages covered most of my body and what remained uncovered of my face endured constant humidity from the hot air within the cramped sarcophagus.

Just my bare feet...they were free and exposed to the comparatively cool atmosphere outside my prison. The toerings' weights kept me aware of their presence as my peds dangled there...

...how pretty they must look, bejeweled and beautiful as they hung from the openings. Imagining an audience out there in the chamber, I waved them charmingly, scrunching up my smooth soles and then flexing out the alluring wrinkles that had formed...

...why was I so fixated on my legs lately? Because that was all I was rendered to in regards to the outside world? My only way of communicating or interacting...ohhhh...how tempting it must look as I wiggle my tootsies like this...I would LOVE to see it...

...

That memory suddenly burst into my consciousness amidst the inebriated lust, barely making itself known as I shifted my legs in their confines.

I recalled that hallway I had passed before the torture center. A priest was waving a staff at something protruding from the wall. There was a muffled scream...it was female, I now realized. And what stuck out of the wall, of which I had seen a line of...

A pair of feet. A woman's wriggling appendages sticking out of a solid wall, completely helpless to whatever torment someone or something outside would apply to them. And the victim completely unable to see or know when such anguishes might start or stop...

I gasped, trying not to choke on the tube...

There was a long line down that hallway...endless pairs of quivering feet protruding defenselessly from entombed females. My goddess, how many were unjustly cursed to this fate...how many women lay in sensory deprived enclosures, waiting for a line of ticklish torments to besiege their digits...how many girls just like me...

No...not just like me...surely they must be of lower classes. To be all imprisoned in a line like that...not like me...

...alone...in my own fantastic sarcophagus with these little treatments keeping me...surely due to my noble blood...

Terror...pure terror finally stopped the rest of my fractured thoughts from trying to 'woo' someone with the waving actions of my curved feet...

I was already broken...wasn't I? But I'm in the same state as those others...just alone...waiting...

I cringed and shuddered through the gag. My coffin felt even tighter as I pressed against one wall, to hell with the repercussions. The toerings...the vibrations, particularly caused by the device inserted between my thighs...no matter how hazy I felt I couldn't just fall asleep...

...

Just my feet jutting out...all that Ossirsis could observe of me...sweating and swaying sexily in the air...waiting...

...

Perhaps I was too enthralled in the ripples of sensual activity going up my body from the last bit of thrashing...but I could swear I heard something...

...maybe I truly was going mad...maybe I should let my vile nature completely out as I'm alone and spent...

...but I thought it was...hissing...

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(The following is a combination of muffled screams and crazy thoughts as the victim remains gagged by the feeding apparatus

WAAAAAHAAHAHAHAAHAA!!! STAAAAHAAAHAAAAPP!!! UNNAAHAAHAHAAHAAHAA!!!

THE TONGUES...THEY'RE WORSE THAN THE FEATHERS! OOOOOHHHHH I HATE THAAHAHAAA LICKS!

NO...L...LUV...LOVE IT!!! MOOOOOOORE!

UNHHHH...

YEEESSS...TORTURE MY FEET MORE! PUNISH THE FOOL...FOOLISSSSSH GIRL WHO COULDN'T READ THE GLYPPPPHSSSS! LAAAHAAHAATHAAAAEEEER EVERY INCH!

TWISTING...WRITHING RIPPLES. RUBBING MY SEX...OOOOHEEEEEHEEEHEEE THEEEEESS IS TOO MUCH!

BAAAAAHAHAAAHAA!!! GUUUUUUHAAAA...

SO HARD AGAINST MY PALMS...THROBBING AS I PLUCK...SUCH PERKY NIPPLES I HAAHAAAHAAHAVE...

NOOOOAAAAHAHA MORE TONGUES...I...CAN'T...CAN'T...SCREW IT!!! UNNNHHHHHHHHHHH...

...

YESSSSSS! I WANT IT FURTHER...HARDER...EVERYTHING OUTLAWED AND FORBIDDEN I WANT TO LET OUT...MOREE....MORE!

TEASING BETWEEN MY LEGS...SHAKING AGAINST MY BELLY...DRIPPING IN MY NAVEL...

UNNNHHHHEEEEHEEHEEHEE...DEEPER...I'LL SHAKE MYSELF TILL IT HAPPENS AGAIN, TO ANUBISTH WITH PRINCIPLES!!!

NO...YES...TICKLE MY TOES! MORE TONGUES BETWEEN MY TOES! WITHOUT WARNING! PIERCE THE SILENCE AS YOU MAKE LOVE DOWN THERE!!! TAKE ME TO THE ETERNAL LUST OF THE NETHERWORLDS!!!

*GUSH*

OUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHH!!!

YEEEEEESSSSSSSS...HA HA HA...ENDLESSLY! I'LL RUB AND GRIND EVERYTHING AGAINST THESE WALLS AGAIN AND AGAIN...MORE...

...more...enough...no...no more...

...haaahahahahah...it...it won't staaahahaahaap! I can't...eeeeheheeeeheheee hee staaand it!!! ENDLESS...MADNESS..NOT AGAIN...

NO...YES...

N...NOT...RE...RE...RESPONSIBLE!!!

UNNNHHHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!

...

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"That was the last decipherable neuro reading we could understand, my lord. The time after contained endless gibberish and...rather tantalizing and colorful psychotic rants...oh how I would enjoy entertaining some of them."

"Restrain your lecherous inhibitions, Grezkaza. I am in no mood to hear them after what I've read here...broken yes, trapped in her own whirlwind of terror and erogenous excitements...but she remembers..."

"What of the incident then, my lord? Won't the public learn she's gone?"

"It is of no matter...she was already 'missing' before ever entering the penitentiary complex in regards to her family and friends. Loose ends like this does not please me, Grezkaza. Shattered or not, her memories..."

"...mmm..."

"STOP DROOLING OVER THE RECORDINGS OF HER SOLES BEING LICKED!"

*****

Psy speaking again, still here? ^^

This sizable image showing my character Necra Ruia's mummified torment was actually done a little more than two years ago. I drew up a linework for it and the extremely talented and sorely missed artist felt it worthy to put such an amazing layer of color upon it. Scary, ominous...and very 'hot', I just loved the results (and had gotten permission to post it from him awhile back, as an aside).

This pic and its background elements ended up providing the inspiration for my artist pal Will Georges and his eventual creation of the excellent 'Tomb of Torment' mini comic series that's been posted here as well. You can find page 1 of that comic at [link]

We've been playing a lot with these scifi-esque versions of Necra and Marina, but this crazy image was techincally the starting point for all of it and I'm very thankful that Scavenger did such an amazing bit of coloring to this scene of poor Necra mummified and prepared for...well...you know...

The story, on the other hand, is more recent and techincally, well, leads into page 1 of 'Tomb of Torment' if you're paying attention.

Anyway, hope you enjoy both parts to this one. ^^

Linework/concept by me.
Colors (back in 2010) by