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Chapter 69
“What comes around goes around”
The same day, late Evening, Egypt: Somewhere in the Western Desert:
Private Chambers of Anck-Sun-Amun, Pharaohs High-Priestess
Anck-Sun-Amun sat behind her desk and watched the video showing Anna Romanova´s torment. A cruel smile of deep satisfaction curled her full lips. The Camera zoomed on Anna´s face and her contorted features filled the screen. Her eyes wide above the multi-layered gag, the beads of sweat on her forehead: the camera scrolled down, showing Anna´s décolleté – hovering a moment above the Russian´s heaving bossom.
The High-Resolution showed every strand of the ropes which lashed Anna´s body to the chair. Further down: And then the quivering muscles of the Russian´s muscular thighs, down, to the knees to her tightly bound ankles …
A knock at the door of her study interrupted her. It was Nefer, her Lady in Waiting. The young woman bowed slightly “Mistress?” “What is it Nefer?” the High Priestess did her best to hide her displeasure about the interruption.
“There is someone who insist on meeting you” the young woman bowed again “Whoever it is Nefer! Send him away! Nobody interrupts me at this hour without making an appointment beforehand!” the High Priestess ordered her Lady in waiting imperiously
“I beg your pardon Mistress” Nefer demurred in her soft voice “but this visitor can …” “Who is it then?” Anck-Sun-Amun snapped “The Grand Vizier?” The way she said it, it sounded like a curse “No” Nefer shrugged “It is Seth Nacht”
That gave the High-Priestess pause: Seth-Nacht was the Commander of Pharaoh´s sacred personal guard. He was a professional soldier through and through and absolutely loyal to the son of Horus. Pharaoh´s trust in the Officer was total. And Pharaoh trusted him always with delicate matters. If Seth-Nacht was here on Pharaoh´s orders this was serious. Whatever it was, it had to be that delicate, that even the Grand Vizier was not in the know.
Anck-Sun-Amun turned to Nefer “Very well then Nefer. Tell the Commander that he may come in!” Nefer bowed deeply and left the room. The High Priestess stood tall behind her desk as her Lady in Waiting appeared in the doorway “The Commander of Pharaoh´s sacred guard Seth Nacht High Priestess!” Nefer bowed and left.
The Commander delivered a crisp salute “High Priestess!” Seth Nacht wore the uniform of Pharaoh´s sacred guard. He had a commanding presence, muscular built, well over six feet tall. He radiated a calm authority. Whenever he entered a room his sheer presence alone assured his dominance “Commander” Anck-Sun-Amun acknowledged his presence with the slightest of nods, but stayed behind her desk and extended her right arm. To kiss the High Priestess ring was the customary form of acknowledging her rank and office. This was a test: Would the Commander dare to defy her?
But the Soldier was too clever for that, he closed the distance to Anck-Sun-Amun´s desk with measured steps took her hand and kissed her ring – all in one fluid movement. His chiselled face betrayed no emotion “High Priestess” he nodded ever so slightly “Commander, my Lady in Waiting told me you insisted to see me, may I ask in what matter?” Anck-Sun-Amun´s voice sounded polite – but anybody who knew her very well – would have recognized the barely discernible undertone, a slight quiver.
Seth Nacht nodded. He seemed in no way troubled or irritated. Calmly he answered in his deep resounding baritone “High Priestess I am here on Pharaoh´s personal orders. You are requested and required to present yourself to the son of Horus without further delay”
“And in what matter the living god requires my presence? Anck-Sun-Amun still smiled at Seth Nacht. The Commander returned unmoved “I am not at liberty to say High Priestess. Pharaohs orders compel me to escort you to his private chambers without further delay” Anck-Sun-Amun´s dark eyes drilled into those of her guest. Not many people had the courage to hold that burning gaze.
“You will give me though a few minutes to dress properly – my rank and office demand that” Anck Sun Amun addressed the Commander. Another silent battle, finally Seth Nacht relented: “You have 10 Minutes High Priestess!” “Nefer!” Anck Sun Amun commanded “Yes Mistress?” her Lady in waiting bowed “Help me making me presentable!” the High Priestess ordered “At once” Nefer bowed again. When they were alone in the bath room, Anck Sun Amun turned to her Lady in Waiting “You will take your time – making me presentable” a small smile curled her lips “But the Commander ….” Nefer objected “The Commander” the High Priestess smiled sweetly “needs a lesson – and I must look presentable for Pharaoh!” The black haired Egyptian smiled coyly.
If Anck-Sun-Amun had expected that Seth Nacht would show any sign of impatience she was disappointed. She smiled at him at looked him long in the eyes.
But the commander was unimpressed just looked back, his face not betraying any emotion. It was a silent battle of wills. Finally the High Priestess relented “Very well then, we should not let Pharaoh wait, Commander!” walked around her desk, walked past the Officer and strode purposefully of her study, without turning back, forcing the Commander of Pharaoh´s sacred guard to follow her. On her way out she turned to Nefer “You can go to bed now, I don´t need your service not anymore today!”
On the corridor a picket of Pharaoh´s sacred guard awaited them “Let us go then! I know the way!” Anck-Sun-Amun did not wait for the Commander to lead the way “That should teach him a lesson” she smiled to herself, but behind her cool and collected façade she was troubled. As expected Seth Nacht had not given anything away and her instinct told her that something was off. This was no social call. That much was sure, or Pharaoh would have not sent his most trusted man.
Thousand thoughts crossed her mind as they walked the long empty corridors which led to Pharaoh´s private chambers. The High Priestess knew those quarters very well. If Pharaoh wanted to see her at this hour she normally would have used, the secret passageway which led there. There were many of those in the palace and Anck-Sun-Amun knew them all.
They had reached know the large gilded double doors which led to Pharaoh´s quarters. The two guards on duty saluted as the procession came to a halt. Anck-Sun-Amun already wanted to strode past the guards but the deep Voice of Seth Nacht held her back “You will wait here High Priestess, I will come and get you, when Pharaoh is ready to see you” The High-Priestess´ temperament flared up and it cost her enormous effort to bite down an angry retort. “Right” she nodded “as you wish”
Inwardly she fumed. That humiliation! It was a power game plain and simple.
Minutes passed. The two guards on duty could have been marble statues. They could have been made of stone. Just as the High Priestess was about to storm through the guards, the two door wings swung open: Seth Nacht stood in the doorway: Neither friendly nor unfriendly he announced “You may enter now High Priestess, Pharaoh will see you now!” and stepped aside.
Head held high Anck-Sun-Amun strode past him, without looking at him. Her gaze was fixated on the scene before her: Behind his vast, massive desk made of gilded wood sat Pharaoh. His well-toned muscular upper body was bare, except two broad golden bracelets around his wrists and a matching Usekh – a broad collar, worn by Egyptian Nobles or Priests or Pharaoh.
His face betrayed nothing. To her shame Anck-Sun-Amun had been never able to read the man. Most people were open books to her. Pharaoh was different. The door to his mind was shut. Six feet before his desk Anck-Sun-Amun sank to the floor in one elegant motion on her knees and bowed her head till her forehead touched the floor.
Custom required it, that Pharaoh had to allow her to rise again. She waited, nothing happened, the Egyptian could not tell how much time passed, but she was wise enough to know this was another power game, to establish Pharaoh´s dominance over her. Finally he spoke “You may rise High Priestess!” calmly, measured, projecting authority. With one fluid motion Anck-Sun-Amun rose, but kept her head down.
Pharaoh stood and walked around the table till he stood directly in front of her, so close that she could smell his tangy perfume. He pulled her under the Chin and forced her to look her directly into the eye: Anck-Sun-Amun was tall for a woman, almost six feet. But Pharaoh towered over her. She was forced to crane her neck to look him in the eye. They locked eyes.
Gently her master touched the half-moon shaped scar Chris´ Katana had left at her cheek, his finger followed gently the thin red line “Tell me” he spoke not loud, but clear “What were my orders for you and the Grand Vizier my High Priestess?” His tone was neutral but Anck-Sun-Amun´s fine antennas sensed something dangerous
“Your orders were to devise a plan to acquire the sun ray of Amon Ra, o Sun of Horus!” the High Priestess returned respectfully “Yes” Pharaoh nodded “Those were my orders, but which other order did I gave you and the Grand Vizier?” “He knows the answer perfectly well” the dark haired Egyptian mused “Where is this going?”
He still forced her to look up to him “He wants me to answer so I will give it to him” the High Priestess thought. Aloud she said:
“To put the Grand Duchesse Anna Alexandrovna Romanova under surveillance to shadow her every movement, Master!” “And?” the king prodded “You surely remember this second part of the orders do you?” He had not raised his voice, he spoke still in this calm, almost conversational tone, but there was a storm brewing, Anck Sun Amun sensed it. As calm as possible she answered “You ordered us that nobody was allowed to touch the Grand Duchesse, you announced that you want to make her your Great Royal Wife o Son of Horus!”
“And Anck-Sun-Amun” Pharaoh´s voice was dangerously low, low and menacing now, almost a whisper, but every word perfectly clear “Did you follow that order? Did you touch the Grand Duchesse?”
“I did not o Son of Horus!” she stated firmly looking him directly those dark bottomless eyes, without blinking “Who would dare it to defy an order of you?” “Indeed” the tall man replied “Who would?” Now again in this conversational tone he continued “I will show you something, he turned to Seth Nacht “Turn the Screen on, Commander!” “At once!” the Commander of Pharaoh´s Sacred Guard acknowledged “Let me show you something Anck-Sun-Amun!” the King smiled at the High Priestess and pointed to the very large LECD Screen which had appeared in the wall on the right. The Screen sprung to life.
“Someone sent me this Video, what do you think about it Anck-Sun-Amun? I am interested into you professional opinion! Start the Video Seth Nacht!” The Soldier pressed a few buttons and a picture appeared on a screen, a picture Anck-Sun-Amun only knew too well:
“You won´t smile for long Grand Duchesse I assure you!” her Nemesis told her smugly “Nofret why don´t you ungag our guest? She might want to say a word?” “Of course mistress” Nofret nodded to one of her minions to remove the ball gag.
It had been crammed so tight into Anna´s mouth, that the other woman needed considerable strength to remove it. To get rid of the soggy gag packing was a relief! The Russian licked her dried lips. One of her handlers held a bottle of water against her lips. She drank greedily, since she did not know when she would get another chance.
It costed her some effort, but Anna controlled her temper and just stared at the screen “Cat got your tongue?” the Egyptian quipped, but Anna did not fall for this trap “I am sure you want to know what is in store for you? We will come to that presently. Your friend Chris is at your late teacher’s house in quite the predicament”
The screen changed and showed the tightly ball tied figure of Chris – and in the background the corpse of her former teacher “Tatiana was a harmless old woman” Anna´s voice had become low and menacing “Your lackey will pay for this” “Oh really Grand Duchesse? Somehow I doubt that you will be able to act on this promise, when this day is over, you could be slightly incapacitated”
“Bitch!” Anna fumed. The High Priestess was clearly amused by Anna´s impotent rage “Let me enlighten you, what is in store for you! “You have probably wondered why you are tied this way! Nofret, enlighten our guest!”
The Egyptian pressed a button and two spotlights illuminated the room before Anna´s sight. From the ceiling on a heavy chain above her violin hang a heavy weight, two metres above the precious instrument, the same over her right hand.
Her expression had betrayed her obviously “Yes” the High Priestess chuckled “We will remove the locker under your ankles. As long as you keep your legs in their present position at this angle everything is fine, if you fail to do so, both weights will smash down and smash your Stradivarius to pieces and every bone in your right hand – you will never be able to play again” she paused, obviously to wait for the effect of her revelations “And you will have a whole life time to cope with that!”
At first nothing happened, the Russian just stared with undisguised hatred at her opponent, only her heaving chest betrayed the fact that Anna needed every ounce of self-control she possessed. Then the dam broke and Anna cursed in Russian “That is not very polite my dear Grand Duchesse! Nofret I think it is time go gag the Grand Duchesse more thoroughly!” […]”
“Stop Seth Nacht!” Pharaoh ordered, the screen froze and he turned to Anck-Sun-Amun once more, his voice now cold and hard “And now tell me again my High Priestess! Did you touch the Grand Duchesse!” They locked eyes – and this time the Egyptian broke eye contact first, but she recovered quickly “Who sent this to you my King?” she shot back “That is of none importance whatsoever Anck-Sun-Amun” Her Masters voice was cold like steel and sharp like a knife “Did you orchestrate this!” he pointed on the frozen image on the screen.
Anck-Sun-Amun knew, she had played a game of chess – and lost, she straightened herself stood tall and looked Pharaoh straight in the eye “Yes” she said simply “I did this. Nofret acted on my orders, and if you ask why oh Sun of Horus? This woman is dangerous! Do you know how many of your daughters of Isis she slaughtered? She is not just the beautiful brilliant musician! She could endanger your sacred vision my king!” Anck-Sun-Amun´s eyes were blazing with fire - that outburst could be her death warrant – she knew that.
Seth Nacht kept a straight face as he followed the confrontation. As a professional soldier he admired courage in the face of certain death. And the High Priestess had displayed that kind of courage.
Time seemed to come to a stand-still. Anck-Sun-Amun´s heart hammered in her throat but she did not break eye contact. She could not read Pharaoh´s face. Had she gone too far? If so? She had crossed the Rubicon.
To her ultimate surprise Pharaoh smiled “You are truly a courageous woman High Priestess. Not many people would have mustered the courage to tell me what you told me to my face, but you violated my orders, on purpose, even if you had ulterior motives! Tell me my High Priestess what would you do in my place?”
“I would kill you!” Anck-Sun-Amun stated firmly, all fear had gone now - this would end how it should end. The goddess would take care of her, she knew with utter surety. Pharaoh looked long at her, finally he spoke “It would be just to kill you, but you are the High Priestess and the goddess protects you.
To kill you would be an offence against the gods, but you will be punished! Seth Nacht!” Pharaoh called the Commander of his guard “Leave us alone, I will punish the High Priestess myself “Yes o Sun of Horus!” Seth Nacht delivered a crisp salute turned on his heel and strode out of the chamber.
Pharaoh and his High Priestess were alone. Seconds passed. Seconds became minutes. Finally Pharaoh spoke “You have my permission to disrobe Anck-Sun-Amun!” The High Priestess knew her master well enough to know what was expected of her.
What followed now was a dance, a slow sensual dance. Anck-Sun-Amun moved with a natural grace, fluently, elegant. Slowly disrobing in the process, amongst her many talents the Egyptian was a highly skilled dancer. Every now and then she graced Pharaoh with a long look from her dark eyes.
It was as if the High Priestess moved by the Rhythms of music only she could hear. It was simply mesmerizing. And even if he had seen her dancing many a time Pharaoh had to admire the performance of Anck-Sun-Amun. And then it was over: The Egyptian, stark naked now sank to the floor before her master in a fluid elegant movement kissing his feet.
“You may rise High Priestess!” the king ordered.
Anck-Sun-Amun rose to her feet and looked her master directly in the eye, her arms loosely at her sides, obviously not caring in the slightest she was stark naked. The Pharaoh and the High Priestess measured each other up. If the latter was in anyway troubled it did not show. Her indomitable courage was something Pharaoh had always admired “Stay there!” he ordered and walked to his desk, where he pressed a button.
In the ceiling above Anck-Sun-Amun a flap opened. A long and heavy chain with a pair of manacles at his end rattled slowly down, till the manacles dangled before Anck-Sun-Amun´s full breasts.
Without order the High Priestess stretched her arms out and Pharaoh shackled her wrists together. The king pressed the button on his desk: The dark woman´s arms were pulled up, till her arms were held high above her head.
But the Egyptian could still stand flat footed on the floor. From a table the king took a length of coarse jute rope and lashed her elbows firmly together. The High Priestess did not show any emotion, though the coarse rope bit deep into her skin.
The king walked around her, inspected her. Finally he stood directly in front of her, only centimetres apart. Since he was well over seven feet tall, Anck-Sun-Amun had to raise her head to look him fully in the eyes. Her dark eyes drilled into his. They betrayed no emotions, those black pearls of marble. Across her throat the red scar stood out where Chris´ had hit her. The king touched the thin red line and followed her with his finger.
The High-Priestess stood still as a stone “This stroke was perfect” Pharaoh could sense that the dark haired woman struggled, to keep her temperament in check, he chuckled “You must hate her, don´t you?” “Yes” the High Priestess pressed through tightly clenched teeth “I hate her, and she will pay!”
“But not now” Pharaoh stated “Today you receive your punishment” He retrieved several more lengths of rope. As he stood so near behind her, that his muscular upper body almost touched her back, he cupped both of her full breast with his large hands, squeezing them tightly, repeatedly.
A small moan escaped Anck-Sun-Amun´s lips. The king doubled a length of the coarse rope and let it glide above her breasts till it rested above the base of her breasts. The coarse material chaffed her sensible skin.
Minutes later the tall Egyptian had created a breast-harness. He wound another rope girdle around her waist and pulled it tight, so that the jute rope cut deep into her soft skin. Anck-Sun-Amun showed no reaction, but he yanked the cruelly tight crotch rope sharply upwards she inhaled sharply, but nothing more.
Pharaoh continued tying her up. He finished his work with lashing her big toes together: Three rope bands above the joint and three below. Anck-Sun-Amun knew that her master was highly skilled in the art of rendering a damsel helpless.
Once more he walked around her, inspecting his work. Obviously he was satisfied. He balled her loin cloth up. The High-Priestess and the King stared at each other. Anck-Sun-Amun did not open her mouth. Her stare said: “make me” With an almost casual movement he pinched her nostrils with two fingers together. Anck-Sun-Amun still stared at him as her face turned slowly red. Finally she had to draw breath and the bald Egyptian rammed the soiled garment into her mouth.
“There is room for one more” the King smiled ominously. He went to the table and retrieved another pair of underwear. As he returned to Anck-Sun-Amun, the High Priestess had almost pushed the first pair of panties out of her mouth “Don´t you dare!” he said and pushed the pair of panties back. The black haired woman resisted as best as she could.
The king had to fight for every inch till the first pair was behind her teeth again. The second pair jagged her jaws wide open and prolonged her face. On top a large ball gag made from leather. It´s straps cut deep into the corners of her mouth, deep.
“Now we can begin!” the Egyptian announced. He pressed another button on his desk and the pulley began to pull Anck-Sun-Amun slowly up, till she had to hover on her toes. Her athletic body was stretched taut. Casually the king played with her nipples. The High Priestess just stared at him. He walked back to the table and inspected the items on the table and retrieved one. As he stepped into the light Anck-Sun-Amun recognized it: a bamboo cane ….
Pharaoh walked around her till he stood behind her. He stood so near behind her that she could feel his well-developed body pressing against her back “Nobody ignores my orders, Anck-Sun-Amun, not even you” he spoke calmly.
He stepped back and swung wide. Anck-Sun-Amun clenched her teeth as he hit her left but cheek with the cane. Zapp! He hit her right but cheek – with precision he moved upwards. Left. Right. Left. Right. Left.
Finally he stopped and stood back. The last strokes had hit her shoulders. She gasped. The Egyptian had so far kept her composure. But this time a sob escaped her lips, and she hated herself for that. Her Master looked down at her “So brave, so strong my High Priestess!” She just stared back “If you think this was the end you are mistaken Anck-Sun-Amun” Pharaoh informed her smiling ominously. The gods will decide how long your punishment will last. I will leave you now in the capable hands of Seth-Nacht.
Only somebody who knew the High Priestess very well would have noticed the slightly widening of Anck-Sun-Amun´s eyes. Obviously she had not expected that. Pharaoh rang a bell. The doors swung open and the Commander of the guard entered, delivering a crisp Salute “Your orders my king?”
“Bring the High Priestess down in the chamber of secrets keep her there, till the gods release her. Her period of punishment begins now!” the tall bald Egyptian ordered “It will be done as ordered oh Son of Horus!” Seth-Nacht confirmed. Pharaoh turned to his High-Priestess and his dark eyes drilled into hers “Do that never again! The next time you will not get away that easily!” Anck-Sun-Amun nodded almost unperceptively.
She offered no resistance as Seth Nacht lowered the pulley so that she stood flat footed on the floor, her bound arms before her body. The officer untied her legs, shackled her ankles, and put a collar with a long leash around her neck. He gave the leash a sharp tug and Anck-Sun-Amun took this as her cue to follow him. They halted before the northern wall of the chamber. There was a relief picturing the god Seth. Seth-Nacht pressed two fingers in the eyes of the god. A soft click and large rectangular opening appeared.
They stepped over the threshold. A long corridor illuminated by oil lamps lead down into the deep. The walls were covered with reliefs, Scenes from the amduat, the book of the dead. The air was cool and dry and Anck-Sun-Amun shuddered – not because the floor felt cool under her bare feet. She knew where they were heading. She had been several times in the chamber of secrets, but not as captive but in her function as Pharaoh´s High Priestess. Finally they came to a halt before a wooden door, flanked by two large statues of the god Anubis. The High Priestess pulled herself together.