The Files of Art. Inc.: The Hunt for the Lost Scrolls: Chapter 116 (01.04.2024) (FFFF/FFF/ MM/F)

[Argentum]

Finally its revealed: Al Mansur is the bad guy. And Chris is coming for him. Cant wait to read how it is going on. Keep up your work !

[mrjones2009]

Let me start with a congratulations on passing the 200,000 views for the brilliant and epic tale. Thoroughly deserved.

Alright, I used the word epic above and that is exactly what this chapter is. Evoking the golden age of Hollywood before CGI took over. I could image David Lean barking out orders to the many extras on set if this was made into a movie. The knowledge of the history of the period is also to be applauded.

Now, I have to admit that I did have an inkling for Al-Mansour as Pharoah. The Anna as Queen thing sealed the deal.

Anna has prepared well and is playing the good little Queen in waiting for now. I think that we all know that won't last for long.

I feel that we are building toward an epic (that word again) finale and battle.

Please just don't keep us waiting that long!!

[Bandit666]

Outstanding oh Grand Master, I love how you’re slowly steering us in the desired direction, and how the pieces of the puzzle are all falling into place, it is as always delightful to read you tale.

[Caesar73]

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Outstanding oh Grand Master, I love how you’re slowly steering us in the desired direction, and how the pieces of the puzzle are all falling into place, it is as always delightful to read you tale.

Thank you @Bandit666 and to all Commentators and Readers! Here follows the next Chapters. The next update will follow midweek since it is more on the short side. Stay tuned .....

Chapter 94


“A déjà vu”



The Western Palace Anna´s Quarters, later:

The Procession back to her Quarters in the East Wing of the Palace was eventless. Anna felt slightly relaxed now the event lay behind her. As she stepped through the Elevator doors followed by Merit, Anna stood for a Moment stock still as the doors closed behind them.

After the Spectacle of the Procession and the Reception in the Throne Hall the Russian welcomed the Silence in the fore room of her Quarters. And in this moment all tension left her.

“You were brilliant Anna!” her Lady-in-Waiting beamed at her “Yes” Anna replied absentmindedly – she had not really listened “What did you say?” Merit chuckled “It was a bit overwhelming, don´t you think?” The Russian smiled tiredly “Yes, you could say that – come help me out of these robes and first of foremost out of these Sandals!” she sighed.

In the dressing room, Merit unclasped first the trait, the mass of purple cloth glided to the floor where it landed in an untidy heap around her ankles; Anna rolled her shoulders “With time it got pretty heavy” With practised hands the young Egyptian opened first the left then the right shoulder strap and the long heavy white gown glided to the floor forming another heap of cloth around her ankles.

Now Anna only wore her underwear, a white pair of lacy Panties, no Bra and her golden Platform heels. Merit watched her Mistress as she walked to the delicate chair in the corner and sank down. As Merit pulled first the right then the left Sandal of her feet, Anna wiggled her toes, flexed her feet and sighed contently ….Her Lady looked up: Anna´s left leg still showed the traces of the Haematoma – even if those had almost faded. Against her pale skin stood out the thin bright red line of the fresh scar above her Mistress´ left chest. Merit had admired Anna´s courage not to cover the scars “I still look pretty beaten up” Anna interrupted her musings – obviously the dark haired Russian had followed the Egyptian´s Gaze.

“You do look beautiful Anna!” Merit stated full conviction “Flatterer” the soon to be Grand Royal Wife chided her playfully.

Hours later Anna had changed into a loose fitting summer dress, sat comfortably reclined on the chaise lounge in the small terrace garden of her Quarters and enjoyed a light meal of Couscous Salad with a mint dip – now and then she took a sip of the fine, dry white wine, whose bouquet smelled after gooseberry – and mulled over the events of the day.

To meet Al Mansour again would have shocked her more, if she had not been prepared mentally for that possibility. To see him though in the real flesh again had had some impact. What her status of the Royal-Bride-to-be would have for implications, she would have to find out – and Anna decided to see this as an opportunity.

More freedom of movement, the right to exercise, to train in the Gym of the Palace would be among the benefits of being Pharaoh´s bride – and that custom and tradition regulated that he would only bed her in their wedding night was a blessing also. Till then much could happen …. She had sworn to herself that she would not give herself to Al Mansour willingly.

“Anna” Merit interrupted her – and as Anna looked up she registered something on the normally beaming face of her Lady in Waiting, she seemed uncomfortable “You have a visitor” The Russian sensed the nervousness of the Egyptian “It is Seth-Nacht!” Merit almost whispered

“The Commander of Pharaoh´s Sacred Guard?” Anna shrugged, she had seen the Commander today, he had been responsible for the order of the procession and the military arrangements. A very tall man: dark hair, inscrutable dark eyes like obsidian, chiselled features – projecting a calm authority.

“Then tell the Commander I will see him in my private study in five minutes. Merit hesitated “Off you go!” Anna prodded her – got up and went to the bathroom, to make a few “adjustments” – her curiosity was peaked.

The Grand Vizier had briefed her about the role of the Commander in the hierarchy of the Court: The Career Soldier was not only the Commander of the Guard, but Pharaoh trusted him also with delicate tasks – he did not entrust anyone else with … a sense of impending doom manifested itself. And Anna had learned to rely on her instincts. Merit´s nervousness indicated that her Lady in Waiting harboured similar feelings.

Five minutes later she stood behind her wooden working desk: She had refreshed her makeup, changed into a more formal white gown – and Egyptian Sandals with a low heel on her feet. The hem left the tips of her toes shine through and now and her golden toe rings glittered. Her long dark hair fell in curly waves over her shoulders. The ear rings had been among those Pharaoh had presented her with: Golden with red rubies.

“The Commander of Pharaoh´s Sacred Guard” Merit introduced her visitor formally “The Honourable Seth Nacht” “She hides her nervousness well” Anna observed as she scrutinized the Commander, he was accompanied by three more soldiers carrying several boxes with them. The Russian was intrigued – and on her guard. The feeling of impending doom got stronger. On the outside though, Anna seemed perfectly at ease.

“Your Grace” Seth Nacht acknowledged her with the smallest of bows – but he bowed Anna noticed “Commander Seth Nacht” Anna returned with a small nod, smaller than his small bow “Two can play this game” the Russian thought “What is the reason for your visit?” she inquired politely and outwardly perfectly untroubled “The Son of Horus conveys his best wishes and expresses his hope you are well”

Anna smiled “Please do convey my heartfelt thanks to his Majesty, may he live for a million years. I am well and elated. I feel humbled the living god chose me as his unworthy companion” She bowed slowly, a bit deeper this time.

“I am sure Pharaoh will be pleased to her this!” The Commander replied in his deep resonating baritone. He looked her straight in the eye – and thanks to her sandals she matched his height – Pharaoh has sent me to invite you to a private dinner this evening to celebrate Your Grace´s Proclamation in a more private setting” His voice betrayed no emotion.

“Please tell the Son of Horus I feel deeply honoured by this invitation!” Anna smiled warmly “I will do” the indomitable Commander returned “Pharaoh in his infinite Grace graces you with a selection of wardrobe he finds adding to your beauty” He bowed slightly. One of his subordinates gave him a tablet “You might find the contents of this tablet inspirational too”

Anna took the tablet “Merit you might show the Commander´s Soldiers where they can leave the boxes” Her Lady in waiting bowed deep “I will Mistress” and turned to Seth-Nacht´s soldiers “If you would follow me Gentlemen?”

Her finger glided above the touch screen: A picture appeared: It showed a dark woman and a blonde man in a restaurant …. Anna scanned the next pictures. She looked up and her eyes gave away nothing “Thank you” the Russian smiled, that her under lip quivered slightly Anna did not notice “Please convey Pharaoh my heartfelt thanks! I do find them inspirational” Seth Nacht nodded “Pharaoh will be very pleased to hear that” his chiselled features betrayed nothing. Anna smiled benevolently “You have my permission to leave now Commander!”

The Commander bowed slightly “I will see you 0730 PM to escort you to Pharaoh” delivered a crisp salute, turned on his heels – and left. Anna stared long after him, her dark eyes like smouldering coals, her lips pressed together to a thin line now.

And so Merit found her: Standing straight, her features frozen to a mask. The Egyptian noticed Anna´s left hand, resting on the desk, quivered ever so slightly. Her pose mirrored that of an Ancient Egyptian Sculpture – the right foot slightly set before the left.

“Anna” Merit asked haltingly “Is everything okay?” Slowly Anna turned to her, her face a stony mask “That arrogant bastard. That evil Son of a Bitch” The Russian´s voice quivered with supressed rage “Look!” she gave Merit the tablet. She almost threw it at her – with utter disgust.

The Egyptian took the tablet and looked at the picture – then back at Anna. The dark haired woman looked familiar. The blonde man she did not now “This is you Anna” she said softly “Yes it is me” the Russian replied coldly. Merit was at a loss “But why did Pharaoh send those pictures to you?”

Anna chuckled mirthlessly –and the deep sadness of this laugh touched the young Egyptian – “I can think of several reasons” the Russian looked sad now “One as unpleasant as the other”

She looked at her Lady-in-Waiting “If you open those boxes” she nodded to the dressing room “You will find in them the same clothes I wear on those pictures” Anna paused “From the tips of my toes to ….”

“But why Anna?” Merit inquired, she sensed the underlying fury under the calm surface “He wants to test me. He wants to test my obedience – and he wants to show me, that I am his now” Anna raved, her voice had risen several degrees.

“Who is the man on the pictures” Merit asked tentatively “This is James” Anna said simply – “Do you love him?” the Egyptian did not know where she took the courage from to pose that personal question “I do not know much about love” Anna replied calmly “But if I take the common definitions of love into account? I guess I do love him” She said no more, but the Egyptian felt the conviction behind these words. Whoever this James was, her Mistress feelings for this man went deep, deep like the roots of a Palm tree in the desert.

Merit looked at Anna and sensed the sadness, the fury and the hate “What will you do Anna?” Anna smiled sadly “I will obey - I am between the rock and the proverbial hard place am I not?”

She sighed “Would you please leave me alone for a spell Merit?”

Merit bowed “I will – just call me when you need me”

“I will” Anna smiled, turned sharply on her heels and walked out at the balcony. She stood long at the balcony and stared into the desert, seeing nothing – before she straightened herself up. Her face a stony mask. The tears which rolled down her cheeks, ruining her make-up, she either not register or she simply didn´t care “James” she whispered softly.

[Nainur]

seems, Pharao has still some cards to play...
very interesting read! Loving all those details.

[mrjones2009]

The intrigue continues. Everyone plays political power games in the court.

Oh, and James you are lucky, lucky man

[GreyLord]

Yes, Mr. Bond is fortunate. In spite of her current distress, I am confident that Anna will play this game exquisitely. I am also confident that the path forward will not be straight, knowing our @Caesar73. Great work!

[Caesar73]

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Yes, Mr. Bond is fortunate. In spite of her current distress, I am confident that Anna will play this game exquisitely. I am also confident that the path forward will not be straight, knowing our @Caesar73. Great work!

I concur. 007 is a lucky man, No doubt about that. Anna will be pleased to learn about your confidence in her playing a Game of Thrones, @GreyLord !

Chapter 94


“Blood and Sand”



The Western Desert:



Several miles before a deserted outpost of the French Foreign Legion:

Chris watched at Shahada’s back. The female Medjai lead their column. Ardeth Bey´s daughter handled her stead with perfect ease. Beast and Human formed a perfect entity. The Medjai made a gesture and the column came to a halt. Shahada stretched out her right arm – a screech – Chris looked up and saw a falcon descending on them – and landing precisely on the Medjai´s outstretched right arm.


The woman stroked the bird softly above his back and spoke gentle words in Arabic. The bird stretched out his right leg: A small metal tube was fastened to it – Shahada did something. Chris could not see precisely what. Shahada stroked the falcon once again above its back and threw it in the air. The falcon soared upwards in the sky with another screech.

Shahada turned and held a small strip of Papyrus in her hands “There is an ambush two miles ahead of us” Evie translated “between us and the deserted outpost of the Foreign Legion”

“How many” Kirsty asked, the Egyptologist translated and the Medjai replied “Ten” Evie said – the Dark Lady, Chris and Kirsty looked at each other – “Let us flank those bastards” the Canadian spoke finally “No objections” Kirsty smiled grimly. Chris had followed the exchange but remained silent.

Evie talked quickly in Arabic to the Medjai – and smiled as she turned back to her companions “It is possible Shahada says!” The Medjai said something more. Evi added “This is what she proposes!

Neither Shana nor Hetepheres had an idea what was going on. The days had become a blur to them. Out of the bags: Diaper change, feeding … back in the bags - both women had lost any track of time. They were totally oblivious to the fact that rescue was near and yet that far ….

The detachment of the Daughters of Isis was ready. Intelligence said that the Caravan was approaching them. They would be in for a surprise. Neith was a bit irritated though – her last reports had not come through to Headquarters ….

Chris crept snakelike through the sand followed closely by Sophie and Hayley. Sarah, accompanied by Natasha, Kate and Kirsty would flank said bastards from the other side. Shahada had agreed to cover them; along with Birte Ricciarelli.

Carefully the blonde peered over the crest of the dune: Down there, their opponents were waiting for them “Too bad you bastards” Chris smiled grimly “You should have stayed back home” One click in her earpiece told her The Black Lady was in Position. The blonde confirmed with two clicks.

Slowly Chris rose from the sand. She made almost no noise as she drew her blades. Their enemies were totally fixed on their front.

The blonde felt an iron resolve: Then she stormed down the dune without thinking “Kiaaii!” her war cry resonated in the air – the surprise was total as the Dark Lady followed by Kirsty, Natasha and Kate charged down on their enemies from the other side.

Short bursts of submachine guns, single shots fired in a precise rhythm. Hot fury raged through Chris veins – one Daughter of Isis charged at her with a battle cry, swinging her Khopesh at her, her eyes wild.

The ensuing fight was as brutal as it was short: Chris parried the stroke of her enemy with her left blade. The power behind it, send shockwaves of pain through her wrist and arm – but she held fast. Her enemy presented her an opening: The five hundred years old blade her Sensei had presented her with pierced her opponent´s heart as a knife cutting through butter. Chris had not held back.

With a piercing cry the Egyptian crumbled to the floor.

Sarah McKenzie had followed the fight, after she dispatched her enemy and she froze. One Daughter of Isis sneaked at Chris from behind, her curved dagger ready to strike. The Master Thief looked at her left, her eyes locked with Natasha´s and they stormed forward as one:

The Thief body-checked the attacker in the moment she was about to ram her dagger in Chris´ unprotected back. In the same moment Natasha threw herself at the Pianist covering her with her body. The dagger only hit empty space.

The Black Lady cursed as the dagger grazed her left shoulder. Her prey starred up at her. The Canadian´s strike hit the Daughter of Isis in her throat and smashed her larynx. With cool detachment the Thief looked down at her enemy. The Egyptian struggled for a moment and lay still. She was dead.

At the same time Chris had scrambled to her feet with Natasha´s help. With astonishment she looked first at Natasha then at the Canadian “I let my guard down” her voice sounded far away “I owe you my live Sarah!”

Chris stood just there. Her blades pointing to the floor as the sounds of fighting died down – slowly. The Black Lady touched her left shoulder gently “It is over Chris! Time to move on!” the blonde nodded gravely – and looked around: None of their enemies had surrendered.

Ten Corpses lay askew on the ground “I did not want this” she said softly “But they took Anna away from me!” Gently, the thief stroked her back “I know Chris – and we have to carry on, for Anna´s sake. Anna would not want you to wallow in pity. Anna would want you to avenge her!”

The pianist straightened herself her eyes dry now “I will, Sarah, I will!”

The Master Thief looked long after Chris. That could have ended badly. Under normal circumstances Chris would have never let her guard down. But despite her strength she was human after all.

And as long as the blonde pianist had not regained her equilibrium fully, they had to be there for her. But Sarah McKenzie was absolutely sure: When they hour would be there to face their enemy?

Chris would be ready.



The Western Desert: The Palace, around 0630 PM:


Merit watched her Mistress: For more than an hour Anna had just stood there on the balcony of her private study and stared into the East, her hands gripping the banister – so tight her knuckles turned white.

The Egyptian did not know much about the Woman who was destined to become Pharaoh´s Great Royal Wife. But in these past three days she had grown fond of her. Merit did not know why she had been assigned to that tall dark haired woman in the first place.

At first she had not looked forward to the assignment. But the Russian had touched her soul. Her laugh, her humour and her grief: The way Anna had carried herself today, how she had walked, how she had acted? She had acted like a Queen – well, as a Queen like Merit imagined a Queen.

Gently the young Egyptian addressed Anna, her Queen “Your Grace, it is time” she spoke softly, she felt like if she was interrupting her Mistress´ Communion with the gods, Anna turned slowly “Her eyes are wide” Merit noticed “They are clear, but she has cried” “Yes Merit” she said clearly and firm “It is time”

Anna pulled herself together “Al Mansour you will rot in hell” she thought “The bastard will not break me!






The Western Desert: A deserted outpost of the French Foreign Legion:



Kate Beckett sat at the fire and looked around. She shuddered –it was cool in the desert in the night in late October: There were Sophie and Evie cuddling together, Hayley and Kirsty were talking animatedly with Birte Ricciarelli. Their guide, Shahada, was engaged in conversation with Chris, Natasha and Sarah. As they had found out their Guides English was quite fluent even it was heavily accented.

Now and then Chris looked in the flames: Absentmindedly. Kate had noticed that the pianist did her best to keep herself together, when they engaged the enemy party today though, there had been moments as if the blonde had been driven by the furies. That she had herself allowed to be carried away by her fury had hit her hard. Had it not been for the Canadian and the Russian Chris would be dead.

When Chris thought nobody observed her, Kate had noticed the tears in her eyes. She understood her. To her Anna was a very close friend – but to Chris Anna was even more than that - as just a close friend.

Most of the time they had left Aswan, Chris had acted cool and detached – but now and then her emotions broke through.

Kate was sure of one thing: Whoever had orchestrated this “If Chris finds you? May the gods be merciful!”

And a grim smile curled the Detectives lips. She was sure: What happened today would never happen again.


Later: Sarah´s tent:


Very pleased with herself the Canadian looked on her bed. The thief had continued Natasha´s education. The Russian was oblivious to her surroundings. Thanks to the noise cancelling Ear buds and the heavily padded sleep mask the dark haired woman was blind and deaf.

A very large ball gag filled Natasha´s mouth to the maximum. The large red orb hid two pairs of panties: One black pair that the Masterthief had worn three days ago and a red pair of Natasha herself.

Their wrestling match had been fun – it had ended with the Russian stripped and very stringently hogtied on McKenzie´s bed. Natasha obviously had a submissive streak that was for sure – but the Canadian had not yet decided if Ekaterina´s bodyguard was a true sub or a switch. Sarah McKenzie smiled; they would soon know.

The hogtie was really back breaking: Natasha´s heels rested on her firm rump, which glowed in a bright red – the Black Lady had administered a thorough spanking before completing the hogtie. The chicken wing Version had to be hellishly uncomfortable.

Sarah McKenzie had braided the shimmering black tresses and bound the braid back to Natasha´s ankles. With twine the Canadian had tied the Russian´s big toes together and back to her elbows. All what Natasha could do now was rocking slightly back and forth and drooling.

The Black Lady took a Candle and held it high over Natasha´s back. Skillfully she played with the candle. The low moans of her prey were music in her ears. While she walked around the Russian the Canadian thought back to the fight today. Chris had acted like driven by the furies. Their Enemy had really no idea that he had unleashed a beast.

The blonde would know no mercy when they would confront Al Mansour and his cohorts. Chris would literally storm the Gates of Hell if she had to. But it had been a close call. The Canadian knew and Chris knew. The Chris they all knew would have never left her guard down in that way. And yet Sarah McKenzie was absolutely sure that something like today would never ever happen again.

The Thief smiled as she put the Candle away and selected an electric toothbrush. She had already found out, that the Russian was most ticklish under her high arches. Soon Natasha screamed into her gag, tried to evade the instrument of torture – in vain.

With an evil smile Sarah McKenzie touched the soft skin between Natasha´s left big toe and its neighbour. Yes, Natasha had Potential – she was a fascinating character, the thief had concluded. She touched Natasha under the high arches of her right foot, led the toothbrush in slow circular motions above the soft flesh.

Natasha tugged at her bonds. Not that it helped her much.


The eastern tower of the outpost:


Chris had rolled out her Tatami, which she carried with her always, and knelt on the Tatami. She wore a pristine white Kimono. Her forehead touched the mattress as she bowed. Her eyes were closed. She was entirely at peace with herself. To the observer she would have looked like a statue.

Softly the blonde spoke in Japanese.

Moments later she walked through the Gates of Himeji Castle and entered the inner yard. There under the centuries old cherry tried sat a familiar figure. Chris supressed the impulse to ran at him and hug him. Sensei Nakamura would have not condoned that lapse of discipline and decorum. He was her Sensei after all.

So Chris walked at him in calm measured steps. Her Sensei rose and smiled warmly at her – which was seldom, that public display of emotion. Chris folded her arms before her breast and bowed deeply “Sensei” somehow she felt like the student again she had been so long ago “Welcome Christine Sama” the taciturn Japanese returned warmly and bowed too – not as deep as Chris had done.

“It is good to see you” he smiled “Why don´t you tell me why you have come? Why don´t we go for a walk?” Chris bowed again “Thank you Sensei, that would be most welcome” Her old teacher looked at her, and as ever Chris felt those dark eyes saw right through her. Seeing anything.

But she saw no judgment there. She never had. And the blonde talked and her old teacher listened as they walked through the court yard. With any moment Chris felt lighter, more focused, more at ease.

As her Sensei talked to her she listened intently. Took every word in he said.

As they parted much later Chris bowed deep – as she stood straight she said softly “Domo Arigato, Sensei”

Her old teacher looked long at her before he indicated a bow “Follow your heart, Christine Sama and follow the way of Bushido” he said sincerely “Never forget: You are the blade and you are the arrow which will never miss!”

“Hai!” Chris replied brightly and bowed a second time – very deep.

This short word conveyed so much more than a simple “Yes”, it conveyed Chris determination to fulfil the prophecy, it conveyed who Chris really was: The Warrior Princess of the North. The Artist, who could capture the heart of thousands with a stroke on the keyboard. The Woman who would gladly storm the Gates of Hell to save her Friends without hesitation.

Chris was oblivious to it, but from the shadows Birte Ricciarelli watched her in awe. The German had the feeling to disrupt a sacred ceremony – so she vanished as silent as she could into the shadows. And scolded herself, she had ever doubted Chris von der Marwitz and her friends – back then in Hamburg.

Birte knew: She had a promise to keep still. To repay the debt she was more resolved than ever. She turned and watched. Chris knelt now upright, looking into the West. The Detective did not understand what she said. It sounded like Japanese. The foreign words sounded austere, hard and determined.

[GreyLord]

As always, the entire chapter was great. But I especially love interludes with Sensei Nakamura. It seems unlikely that Al Mansour has any inkling of what is coming for him.

[Bandit666]

I have to agree with @GreyLord what a great chapter, as always it’s such an interesting tale, full of all things we enjoy, but so well written it’s never easy to put down and await more to follow

[LunaDog]

Good lord, where do i start? Good to see Mr Bond back in the story, although the Gentleman(?) who seems to be under some sort of illusion that he can dominate and order Anna about was rather cruel in the way James came back into proceedings. Does he have ANY idea what is heading his way however?

Lovely story-line featuring my favourite Lady, firmly held in Sarah's hands and power! And enjoying EVERY second of that! I'm beginning to love Sarah too now! Anybody who brings pleasure to Natasha is definitely alright in my books!

[Caesar73]

@LunaDog I might that have made that not plain enough, my bad :Anna gets a tablet with pictures that show her with James at Romantic Dinner in February in London. The Events now are happening in October and November. So Al Mansour torments Anna by showing her, she was under surveillance even back then. If 007 would knew about that - he would be furious. As we learned in the last Chapters? Chris informed James about Anna´s death. At the moment neither Chris nor James are aware that Anna is alive.

Natasha and Sarah´s Relationship is developing and I can tell you that much: Both Ladies will play an integral Part in the Final Battle. Sarah is still determinating if the Russian is a true Sub or a Switch. Future will tell Sarah will be pleased to hear that you like her

[LunaDog]

@LunaDog I might that have made that not plain enough, my bad :Anna gets a tablet with pictures that show her with James at Romantic Dinner in February in London. The Events now are happening in October and November. So Al Mansour torments Anna by showing her, she was under surveillance even back then. If 007 would knew about that - he would be furious. As we learned in the last Chapters? Chris informed James about Anna´s death. At the moment neither Chris nor James are aware that Anna is alive.

Natasha and Sarah´s Relationship is developing and I can tell you that much: Both Ladies will play an integral Part in the Final Battle. Sarah is still determinating if the Russian is a true Sub or a Switch. Future will tell Sarah will be pleased to hear that you like her

No Sir, it was ME who mis-read the new mention of Mr Bond. Re-reading the chapter, it's absolutely clear that what you explain above is the way you played it. So, it was I who jumped to wrong 'conclusions.'

[Caesar73]

No Sir, it was ME who mis-read the new mention of Mr Bond. Re-reading the chapter, it's absolutely clear that what you explain above is the way you played it. So, it was I who jumped to wrong 'conclusions.'

Everything is fine These things happen now and then. At times I do lose my way in the maze of the story Sarah and Natasha will be pair we will see more off in this story and beyond. Though I have not made any definite plans beyond the Hunt for the lost Scrolls. Both Ladies will play their part and it will be important roles - as the tale it´s nearing its climax.

The next chapter is due either tomorrow or at Wednesday at the latest - and it will bring the first direct confrontation between Anna and Pharaoh ... I will say no more

[Caesar73]

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Chapter 95


“A rendezvous”


The Western Desert: The Palace, around 1945 PM:

Anna had to think back eight months when she had appraised herself in the mirror at another place. Back then she had looked forward to an evening with James at an Indian Restaurant “The Benares”. She had been exited as she had stepped into her red high heeled open toed platform heels, her mind wandered back:

Her Grace Grand Duchesse Anna Alexandrovna Romanova stood in front of the large Mirror in her Suite and regarded her mirror image critically – Anna was not vain, she liked though what she saw: Her long dark tresses were woven into a crown of braids, Kate had helped. The Make Up the Russian had applied with extra care to cover the traces of the Bruises and Gashes.

Only the fresh Scar above her left Brow stood out somewhat – but in Anna´s view it made her even more mysterious. The Bruises on the left side of her body had almost vanished completely. The Violinist had opted for a matching set of red lacy Bra and Panties. Anna had chosen a perfume, heavy on the Patchouli – and applied it at her arm pits, her wrists and further south. She knew that 007 liked that Perfume very much. And as they said … “in love and war”

A Pair of slightly shimmering Nude Hose adored her long, toned legs. Carefully applied red Nail polish shimmered through, which matched the Tone of her Dessous.

Pleased she threw the Dress above her Head and zipped herself up. The sleek red Dress left her shoulders bare and accentuated her cleavage nicely. The Hem ended one foot past her knees. Anna sat down before her Mirror and applied a set of ear rings each with a red ruby in its Centre. A matching Collier of Red Rubies graced her Décolleté - it was the set Carl von Winterfeldt had presented them at the beginning of the Hunt for the Weinstein Collection, when The Black Lady had attacked Chris, Anna at Kate at Hamburg, tied them up, gagged them and played with them.

Anna stepped into her red open toed Gianvito Rossi Platform Heels, made a pirouette in front of her large mirror and blew herself a kiss, took her coat, grabbed her clutch and left her suite with a bounce in her step. Anna was giddy with anticipation as she stepped down the large Stairwell, which led to the Entrance Hall.

Yes, back then she had been giddy with anticipation. This evening? Not so much. This evening she would have to do anything to keep her temperament in check.

That bloody bastard! He thought himself so clever. But if he really thought, if he really thought she would give in so easily? He was in for a rude awakening. Al Mansour thought he had all parameters factored in “Well think again!”

A grim smile curled Anna´s lips.

“Anna?” Merit interrupted her musings “You do look magnificent” “She sounds insecure, hesitating” the Russian thought “As if she fears to anger me” Anna turned around and looked Merit in the eye “You do not need to fear anything Merit” she said softly “I am not cross with you – far from it” A knock at the doors of her Rooms interrupted them “Go” Anna said “Show them in!” Anna straightened herself in the centre of her Study and waited.

She had not long to wait: Seth-Nacht entered accompanied by a detail of six guards. Two of the guards carried some items, which Anna recognized “Your Grace” the Commander of Pharaoh´s Sacred Guard acknowledged her “Commander” Anna returned with a small nod “Carry on” she said calmly and presented her arms to her handler.

She was Grand Duchesse Anna Alexandrovna Romanova, Grand Grand Niece of Tsar Nicolas II. She would not bow, she would not beg. Not here, not now, never. She looked Seth-Nacht straight in the eye “Bring it on” they said.

Anna did not break eye contact , as two of the soldiers mitted her hands and cuffed her wrists with heavily manacles and shackled her ankles next “Commander” the Russian said lightly, almost conversationally “One must think that my future husband is afraid of me, me a harmless woman” Anna smiled – her tone was light, almost conversationally.

“Your Grace” Seth Nacht said calmly, but with respect “You are many things – but not harmless” And to Anna´s astonishment he bowed – deeper than ever before. “Mistress! What is going on?” Merit wanted to get to Anna. Two of the soldiers held her back – not very gentle.

“Let her go!” Anna commanded “She is my Lady in Waiting and she will stand down” She looked the two soldiers straight in the eye “If you are in for fight I am more than willing to give you satisfaction” Anna turned to Seth Nacht “What do you think Commander? Will your Soldiers spar with me tomorrow in the Gym?” And the smallest of smiles crossed the Commanders chiselled features “You two” he commanded “You two will spar with Her Grace tomorrow!”

The two Soldiers let Merit go and saluted to her Superior crisply “Well” Anna mused “Something to look forward too, kicking some Ass!” She turned to Seth Nacht again “I assume I will be blindfolded and gagged now?” The Commander nodded.

Her Handlers were surprisingly gentle “My future husband will like his price possession intact” she mused darkly as the Soldiers applied a heavily padded Panelgag with a large foam ball in its centre. They made it tight but not cruelly tight. Same went for the heavily padded sleep mask …

20 Minutes later Anna was led through the secret passageways which connected the different wings of the palace. The air was cool here. She would have heard her platform heels clicking on the stone floor had she not been rendered deaf:

The earbuds cancelled any noise out – the blindfold was tight, but heavily padded – the panel gag too. Her guards lead her quite gently she had to admit. Merit had been shocked but kept in the background. The young woman had had tears in her eyes. Anna felt pity for her Lady in Waiting. She had not deserved to be part of this sick Game. And the Russian vowed trash the two soldiers thoroughly the next day. They would regret the moment they had manhandled Merit.

Anna counted steps. She estimated that they had walked for roughly 20 Minutes now. The Russian stepped over a threshold: An elevator? By the feeling they moved upwards “16 Seconds” – they left the elevator – the air was warmer now.

Another corridor, another threshold; Anna smelled the spices of oriental cuisine, incense. Her handlers let her upper arms go. She just stood there. But she was not alone. Anna sensed the presence of another person –and the scent of an aftershave: Sandalwood.

She felt the soft touches of hands on her skin, her bare shoulders. Anna shuddered. The hands of a man: The fingers stroked her above the scar above her left brow. It costed her all the self-control she could muster not to shrink back in revulsion.

Nobody touched that scar – well almost nobody. She loved it, when James caressed it, kissed it. But this man touching her was disgusting.

The hands stroke above the crown of her head, the crown of braids: Merit had copied it perfectly – just from the images. The hands fumbled at the ear buds, first the left, then the right ear. Finally she could hear again.

“My dear Anna” the deep baritone spoke gently “I did miss you, you know” He stroked above the scar again “This scar” the voice remarked “It suits you – it adds to your beauty. Does James touch it?” Anna grew tense “Shh” the voice said “No need to get anxious”.

“You are one to talk” Anna mused “You are not the one tied up and gagged and guest of a sociopath styling himself Pharaoh” The hands fumbled at the blindfold. Anna´s eyed needed time to adjust; the Room she was in was similar in design to her own quarters – but larger, much larger. The same hands fumbled at the buckles of her gag.

Anna licked her lips after the ball came free. Before her stood Hiram al Mansour clad in the traditional garb of the Egyptian Nobles.

His muscular upper body was perfect, Anna could not deny it – and under any other circumstances she would have found the man attractive “Do you always tie and gag the women you invite to dinner?” The Russian made no effort to hide her anger – her eyes shot daggers.

Al Mansour seemed more amused than angry about this display of bravado “You know, that is something I love about you, your fiery spirit, your temperament.

Anna just stared back. Only then she noticed that behind her host stood two tall slender women, clad in the traditional robes of the Egyptian Noblewoman, as they had been customary in the 18th Dynasty.

Peculiar: Both women wore white panel gags, which covered the lower half of their faces. And both wore golden shackles around wrists and ankles “If you promise to behave Anna, Aya and Sachmet will unshackle you. Do I have your word?” Al Mansour inquired, looking her directly in the eye – his dark eyes were mesmerizing Anna thought “But I will not give in!”

The Russian pondered the question – finally she nodded. The Son of Horus smiled – “I knew you would see sense!” “Don´t get used to it” Anna muttered. While the two Maids removed her shackles Anna kept her tongue.

“Listen Anna” Al Mansour continued “You have probably a lot of questions why you are here and about your future” He paused, expecting obviously a reply of his guest, but Anna just looked at him – her expression though said more than any words - “We will have Dinner – and then we will talk about all this” Al Mansour stated grandiosely.

Anna nodded, her blood boiled, but she restrained herself

She did not trust her Temperament enough to tell Al Mansur outright that he was in her perception a sick Sociopath. Somehow she felt like in a bad dream and so she allowed her host to lead her to the large balcony which offered a grandiose overview over the whole complex:

On the balcony a table was laid for two: Anna had a déjà vu: The table, the cutlery, the decoration, the China she had seen before: This was an exact copy of the table James booked for them at the Benares …. So many months ago.

Al Mansour seemed to be delighted by the look of incredulity on Anna´s face “Somebody must wake me up! This sick bastard has recreated the whole scene down to the minuscule detail!” The Egyptian chuckled “Your face is so beautiful, when you look that way!”

Anna did not respond, instead she stepped to the banister, something compelled her to do that: The Russian gripped it firmly and gazed into the night and into the sky:

Before her, under her and around her she could make out the vast temple-palace complex. The sky was beautiful – and she felt the myriads of stars she could see, strangely comforting.

Nights in the desert were that way, almost no sound, no artificial light – and while conflicting emotions fought a close battle inside her – Anna could not deny this place was magical “Magnificent” she whispered, Al Mansour had stepped behind her and he felt his body´s warmth his presence keenly “Yes, it is beautiful Anna” He took her hand and Anna let him “Please do have a seat!”

Like a true gentleman he helped her sitting down, before he took his place across her. He signalled the two maids “Champaign!”

Anna had made a decision, she pulled herself together, took the flute which had appeared out of nowhere and toasted “To what have you created here Hiram!” she spoke softly but looked him straight in the eyes “To that!” the Egyptian replied, and they clanked glasses.

“I was sure you would like it, Anna!” And his right hand found her left. It´s touch felt warm, and dry. The violinist supressed an urge to pull her hand away, instead she smiled at the Creator of this place. To her surprise this was easy, she could not say why, just followed her instincts.

There were stranger things, than sitting on a balcony deep in the Western Desert in a perfect replica of an Ancient Egyptian Palace and having dinner with a man who had vowed to cleanse the earth. Stranger things happened but not many.

The first course was served this time Anna was not surprised at all, that it was the same first course she had with James back then. It rivalled the quality of the original. Between to bites Anna asked, “Was it difficult to recreate that?” she made a motion to their surroundings “When I walk these floors, when I see the reliefs I always feel I am back in time, Hiram”

Her host seemed flattered “I appreciate that compliment Anna” he smiled “It was not easy, but if you have the means, if you have a vision? You can achieve anything!” “He believes that” Anna mused as she let that remark sink in.

“When did you start this endeavour – surely you need time to build something huge?” The violinist knew she was walking on a razor knife “Too much flattery? He won´t believe me - Not enough? He will be disappointed” Anna knew that Al Mansour was a popinjay. So, some well-placed flattery would not hurt

Thankfully Anna did not have to fake her enthusiasm, she was impressed.

The Son of Horus did look long at her “You know, I am the last descendant of a long line which reaches back to the Pharaoh´s of the 4th Dynasty” He chuckled “At least my Scholars do tell me that” And this smile reminded Anna of the Man she had found intriguing back then in New York.

The second course was served – and between the fabulous dinner with its rich oriental spices – Al Mansur told her a story, and once more Anna found what a fascinating conversationalist he could be, and a part of her did allow to be enthralled by that magic words, allowed him to take her on a journey back through time, from the God Kings of the 4th Dynasty to the present, she even enjoyed it.

Another part of Anna waited. Waited patiently to ask the man, entertaining her with tales, the hard questions, the uncomfortable ones, the questions he could not just sugar coat with the honey of sweet illusion.

And that part of Anna was not dormant, would never sleep, the part that would rip out Al Mansours throat, if the opportunity presented itself.

Contently the other Anna lay the cutlery aside “Hiram, thank you for that magnificent dinner” She meant it and so the warm smile was totally natural, the Russian took another sip of the perfect white wine of German Origin “You said previously that after Diner you would answer my questions?”

“My dear Anna” the man who was known to the world as Hiram al Mansur smiled – and the Russian found, she could get lost in those eyes if she allowed it … “Ask, what you want to ask” He is a calculating cold-blooded bastard” but Anna smiled, tried to keep her voice even “Why all of this? Why I am here?”

“Anna” that deep baritone sent waves through her body “I wanted to marry you, the moment I met you in New York in Rachel´s Apartment” “Did you?” Anna smiled coyly “I wanted you from that moment being the foundress of a new dynasty of kings!” The Russian still smiled “He really does believe this” “This will be the beginning of a new era! With you at my side we can conquer the world!”

Anna managed a polite “I don´t know what to say my king!” Her mind reeling with pictures of Al Mansour bedding her, forcing him onto her “I will cut his throat before that happens – or mine” she vowed to herself.

Anna took another sip of her wine, looked at her right wrist and wondered “Why is my hand still steady? I should be shocked; shocked and shaken!” She set the glass down, gently and looked at her host.

“Why did you stage this scene? My dress? This fantastic dinner?” Somehow, she managed to sound calm, polite even if every fibre of her body screamed “If this shall work, if I shall be your Great Royal Wife? I should know!”

Al Mansur smiled “What do you mean by staging my queen?” This was one moment where Anna was really tempted to throw all caution out the window and rip his throat out – that she did not? She was very much proud of “My dear Hiram, don´t play with me” Anna returned much more calmly then she felt “He must hear my voice quivering” the violinist looked straight at him “Don´t insult my intelligence” she scoffed “I will tell you then what I think, and you can contradict me” Anna had long forgotten that she was sitting in the middle of the desert “Do you want to test my obedience? Do you want to punish me?” Her eyes were wide and blazing.

“Punishing you, Anna? No” Al Mansur replied calmly “I wanted you to relive that moment, so that you can say goodbye to your old life. Because, when you become my queen? Your old life will be over”.

Anna said nothing for a moment, which felt like minutes to her, hours even “I have a life, and I have friends you know – you think they will just forget me?” She had spoken softly, and she welled up “Anna” her captor said gently “They mean nothing, those friends – if you have me”

And his Eyes grew a nuance harder – for a fleeting second. Then the moment

“Chris will never stop to search for me” Anna held her ground “Dear Anna I didn´t want to tell you this on the evening of your proclamation “Chris is just running in circles through the desert as we speak, my most loyal servant tells me”.

Al Mansour paused, gauging Anna´s reaction “My most loyal servant is a member of your group – her last report told me, that Chris searches you many many miles from here” “He almost seems to gloat” Anna thought, trying to keep her emotions in check “You shall never underestimate Chris” she replied calmly finally “I know a few people who made that mistake” The violinist looked him straight in the eye.

The Son of Horus seemed unimpressed “Those men were not me!” He added “And even Chris finds the way here? What shall she accomplish against my Legions?”

Later Anna wondered how calmly she replied, “If you really believe that Hiram, you have no idea what Chris is capable off” Softer she added “I will become your queen but I will be an unusual queen”

Now Al Mansur looked intrigued – and delighted “Sick Bastard” Anna thought “Music is my life. I am the music. Me and my violin are one – I will play the violin, my violin as often and as much as I want. I am also a warrior. I will train and I will fight whenever I want – what do you say my king?”

Whatever Al Mansur had wanted to say they would never know: The same moment the doors of Pharaoh´s private quarters were ripped open. A black clad woman stumbled inside followed by several people Anna knew: Anck-Sun-Amun, Ramose and Seth-Nacht, followed by a picket of soldiers: The black clad woman sank to the floor, totally exhausted.

Pharaoh rose to his full height, to impressive seven feet. Anger flashed across his face “What is the meaning of this? I made it totally clear, that I did not want to be disturbed this evening!!” The jovial mask had slipped and revealed the other side of Al Mansour.

Anna had risen also – she looked closer at the face of the black clad woman. Before anyone else dared to speak Anna bowed to Al Mansour “My King, Son of Horus, who will reign one million years, I think I can save us time!” she looked up and smiled triumphantly at the High Priestess, then at Pharaoh. Anna noticed that the Grand Vizier was observing her acutely.

“Enlighten us my future Queen!” Sethi III commanded “Gladly” Anna smiled “I will” the Russian bowed again – and enjoyed every second “This woman” she pointed at the kneeling figure in black on the floor “brings a message from Christine von der Marwitz” Anna turned to Ramose “Am I not correct your Excellency?”

The Grand Vizier seemed surprised “Yes, you are Your Grace …. but ….”

Anna turned to Pharaoh again, who was still enraged but also intrigued “Look at the wound dressings of that woman my king! Look at her right cheek and her throat! And then look at face and throat of the High Priestess!”

Anna pulled herself together “This will be the message: I will come for you Anck-Sun-Amun, you and your master, I will burn this Palace to the ground!”

Silence greeted those words. Deafening, loud, eerie silence, silence which rang in every ear – Pharaoh´s eyes flashed dangerously “Is my future bride correct, Grand Vizier? High Priestess? Tell me! Now!” the king bellowed.

The Grand Vizier was the first person to muster the courage to face the ire of their master “The Assessment of Her Grace is correct” he bowed slightly.

Al Mansour turned to Anna – there was something about that smile she could not place- “my future bride – the Grand Vizier, the High Priestess and my trusted Commander have to talk state affairs, which will surely bore you, so the Ladies Aya and Sachmet will help you pass the time till I return!”

So fixated Anna had been on the tableau before her, that she did not sense the movement behind her: Two arms grabbed her from behind and pressed her arms against her body, another pair of hands pressed a thick cloth on her face.

It was doused with some essence – Chloroform she would have recognized – Myrrh? So, total had been the surprise that she had already breathed in a healthy dosage of the stuff – her field of vision began to shrink already.

Whatever it was: The drug sapped her strength much more quickly than chloroform. Her struggles were weak already – and then Anna fell into a bottomless Abyss.

Al Mansour turned to his Ladies: “Take care of Her Grace and entertain her in my private chamber of desire!” Aya took Anna by her ankles Sachmet grabbed the unconscious woman under her arms. Together they carried the Russian away.

“Now to us!” He towered over the kneeling Maketaton and stared down at her “And now I want to know what happened and what von der Marwitz told you!” “Seth Nacht” he commanded “bring her down to the interrogation chamber and prepare her – we will join you presently!”

Two of Seth Nacht´s Guardsmen grabbed the daughter of Isis at the upper arms and dragged her down the passageway which led to the interrogation chamber and the preparation chamber.

Anck-Sun-Amun had to supress a shudder: She remembered her last visit down there as if it was yesterday – when Pharaoh had her punished for laying hands on the accursed Grand Duchesse …


Later:


As Anna regained consciousness, she was not surprised that she had been undressed to her panties and hose, or that she had been tied up and gagged, crotch roped or someone had put a vibrator in her pussy. The biggest surprise “Thank you for that” Anna did not suffer from a hangover – which was normally one of the downsides of being chloroformed. The Russian took in her surroundings:

In principle the chamber she was in, was in style similar to her own quarters: A perfect replica of Egyptian Palace Architecture. One remarkable difference: the themes of the paintings and reliefs: “Erotic art or pornography?” Anna mused. The chamber was equipped with all the tools of trade one would expect in a house of pain.

Her own predicament was …. Anna searched for a word “interesting, creative?” It could have definitely been more torturous: She had been tied in a kneeling frog tie, which granted easy access to her upturned soles. The Russian wiggled her toes and flexed her feet. Her toes had been not tied – yet. Probably not an oversight by her handlers, her wrists and elbows had been welded together. The strict tie forced her breasts outward.

The coarse jute rope was anything but comfortable, especially the very tight knotted crotch rope which cut deep into her, pressing into the red silk of her lacy panties. Under any other circumstances she might have enjoyed it – and the vibrator in her pussy too. Today Anna was thoroughly annoyed.

The best thing of this evening had been the appearance of that “Messenger” – to know, that Chris was well, and on the way to rescue her had been a real boost to morale “I just have to survive till Chris and the others come”.

The blonde had played this very clever: By sending that poor Woman – yes on a certain level Anna felt pity with her – Chris had sowed the seed of doubt in the hearts of their enemies “Chris, you have gotten under their skin”.

Anna had seen the reaction of Al Mansour: He had lost his cool for a spell.

She tested her bonds: Her upper body had been welded against a column by three tight rope bands: One above her breasts, one below and one around her waist. The boxtie was more a reverse prayer “but I will cope” Anna motivated herself.

If she was honest: The worst was the gag. In fact, this was a variation of the one they had been all gagged with when they had first met Anck-Sun-Amun. Her lower face was hidden behind a contraption of heavy leather which hid her lower face and a posture collar. It compressed her lower face immensely. Her mouth had been stuffed with – Anna didn´t have to be Einstein to be sure – with a mass of used underwear.

Only now she registered that she faced the doorway, two women entered: Free now of her restraints and gags: Aya? Sachmet?

The two women sank – elegantly – as Anna had to admit – to their knees, now the violinist could look them straight in the eyes, without having to crane her neck. One was slightly taller than her companion: “Aya?”

“We are glad that you are awake Your Grace” – she was soft spoken and polite – Anna just stared back “The living god ordered us to take good care of you, and that we will do! Won´t we Sachmet?” Her companion smiled “Of course” her voice sounded slightly husky, wicked even.

To Anna´s astonishment both women rose as elegantly as they had knelt and began to undress “No” Anna corrected herself “This is some sort of erotic dance – and erotic it was, and the Russian could not help it, her body reacted “Traitor” the rational part of Anna´s brains chided her.

The two Egyptians were in incredibly erotic sight: Lean and slender bodies, moving with a slow sensuous grace. Finally, the two bowed before her, in all their naked glory. Aya? Went around Anna and the column she was tied to – Sachmet went to a table and selected an item, which Anna could not see from her position. A pair of soft warm palms distracted her anyway as they cupped her breast, gently massaged them.

The Russian closed her eyes and enjoyed the soft caresses of these palms. They began to play with her already firm nipples. Anna moaned gently in her heavy gag. She was conflicted “I should resist, but after this day why shouldn´t I just give in?”

And then vibrator inside her began to buzz – but that was not all. Something vibrating was pressed firmly pressed against her crotch. These vibrations stopped – she and strained against her bonds, grinded her hips. The soft caresses of her sensitive breasts stopped also.

Instead, she felt soft moist lips kissing the balls of her left foot. Another kiss – and another – a different pair of hands touched her breasts. Not from behind this time. The hot lips kissed her left heel, while another pair of hot lips took her left nipple in her mouth, sucked at it. A sharp pain shot through her body.

The other woman had bitten her – playfully.

Her tongue glided above her areola, while the other hand massaged her right breast. Then the attentions stopped – the vibrator sprung to life. This was slow erotic torture. What Anna did not know, several floors below real torture was happening – but at times ignorance was a blessing. The two maids had not promised too much: they were taking good care of Anna.

One hour later: the Russian was panting heavily after the last of several orgasms – the last one had been so powerful, that Anna had lost consciousness for several seconds – as she was told later.

The Russian was not entirely lucid, basking in the after orgasmic glow, her dark eyes were still clouded, Aya and Sachmet were gently caressing her hot and sweaty skin, one kneeling to her left, one kneeling to her right.

From one moment to the next the atmosphere in the chamber changed, it was as if someone had doused a candle with a bucket of icy cold water. Still slightly dazed Anna raised her head and looked at Hiram al Mansur who was standing in the doorway and gazing down at her. His eyes dark shimmering marbles - and smile on his lips, she could not place right now.

“Has he spilled his wine?” Anna mused “There are red specks on his pleated skirt?” slowly but inexorably the truth dawned to Anna “This is no wine, this is blood!” Her eyes widened and all dizziness was gone.

More irritating than anything else was the benevolent smile of his “You did take good care of my future bride – help her now to relax some more, this day must have been very stressful!” “We will see again soon my beloved Anna!” He turned one his heel – and was gone.

While Anna´s still befuddled mind was trying to comprehend what had been going on? A doused cloth was pressed on her face again – this time the violinist did not struggle at all. She just let it happen – and succumbed to the sweet darkness which covered her with its comforting veil “Just breathe in deeply Anna” Sachmet or was it Aya whispered gently in her left ear. The Russian did the sensible thing - and did just that. She was simply overwhelmed.

Anna fell into the abyss.

[mrjones2009]

Wow! Wow! Wow!

We finally get to find out a little more about the whole set up and Anna and the self proclaimed Pharoah.

Pharoah thinks that he is playing games with Anna, but her favoruite Russian aristocrat is more than his equal.

The arrival of the message from Chris not only gives Anna a boast but wobbles the confidence of the Pharoah and his minions.

Whilst Anna "relaxes" and has some fun the poor messenger has another experience.

This is building very nicely to what I feel will be a monumental conclusion. BRING IT ON!

[GreyLord]

Holy mackerel Andy, as the Kingfish used to say. That was magnificent, fascinating, mesmerizing, erotic, frightening, and wonderful beyond my ability to describe. As @mrjones2009 said: Wow! Wow! Wow! @Caesar73, you are on a roll.

[Nainur]

most excellent chapter! Certainly amongst the very best of this great tale - and, by Anubis, Horus, Set, ra and the rest of the whole lot! - that does mean something!

taking a deep, deep bow!

[algebrauk]

Just when you think @Caesar73 can’t raise the tension any further he pulls out this chapter!

[GreyLord]

Just when you think @Caesar73 can’t raise the tension any further he pulls out this chapter!

Like the Candyman, @Caesar73 can.

[Caesar73]

Just when you think @Caesar73 can’t raise the tension any further he pulls out this chapter!

Like the Candyman, @Caesar73 can.

Thank you @Nainur @GreyLord @algebrauk @mrjones2009 - I am honored by your glowing feedback. I am humbled. Imagine me bowing

Anna met the Man who had her abducted, who wants to marry her. Anna does her best to survive in treacherous waters. There is nobody she can rely on - except Merit, maybe. We can asume - as @mrjones2009 pointed out - that the News that Chris is on her way to seek out their enemy is a boast to morale.

One thing is for sure: A final clash is about to happen.

The next update is due on Tuesday.

[LunaDog]

One thing is for sure: A final clash is about to happen.

There is another thing of which we can ALL by sure. It'll be told ABSOLUTELY superbly!

[Caesar73]

One thing is for sure: A final clash is about to happen.

There is another thing of which we can ALL by sure. It'll be told ABSOLUTELY superbly!

I will do my very best! Thank you for your trust in my writing skills

[Caesar73]

The next update is due today

[Caesar73]

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Chapter 97



“Another Game of Thrones”


Or:


“My Enemies Enemy is my Friend”


The Western Desert, The Palace, early the next morning:

The few soft Sunrays filtering through the curtains of the balcony of her bedroom woke Anna. She enjoyed the warm feeling on cheeks, it slowly wandered upwards touched her forehead. Eyes closed she stretched and yawned. She felt it in her core: It would be a beautiful day – another beautiful day at the palace. Stop! What?

Now Anna was fully awake: The Dinner at Al Mansours Quarters, the messenger, how Aya and Sachmet had taken care of her …. then Al Mansur´s appearance …. the doused cloth - interestingly enough - she suffered not from a hangover.

Anna did not want to open her eyes – yet. This she felt: Someone had dressed her in a white Negligee. Well, the Colour of the Negligee she imagined. The urge to pull the covers over her head – and go back to sleep, forgetting the World around her? It was overwhelming.

The Russian sighed “Bother” Anna mumbled a Russian Curse …

“Time to face the day” Anna sighed, opened her eyes and pulled the cover aside, she wore a long white gown, which caressed her skin gently. The Russian inspected her right wrist: almost fainted ropemarks – she sucked in air through her nose:

No coffee, no scrambled eggs, no bacon. Maybe Merit had overslept … Anna sat up and set her bare feet on the lush carpet – its fibres caressed her bare soles; she got up and padded to her bathroom. Too bad – after yesterday evening she needed her favourite breakfast and strong black Coffee – and lots of it.

What she realized only at the light of day? Chris was coming for her. She was really coming – and that could mean only one thing: Their friends were coming too “Oh yes Hiram” Anna had to smile as she stepped into her bathroom “A storm is coming!” Al Mansour´s inflated Ego would be his downfall!

She took her time, showered, bathed – and 30 minutes later she stepped into the living room of her quarters – Merit had told her the Egyptian term, but Anna had forgotten it. Merit …. where was she? Normally her Lady in Waiting had prepared breakfast already when she left the bathroom.

The Egyptian had at first insisted to help her with her morning toilette. But Anna needed that scrap of private sphere – even if she had to assume she was being watched constantly. But the Illusion was a powerful tool for the human mind.

Anna had chosen a wide cut red gown, which reached down to her ankles. She investigated the kitchen area. No Merit – now the Russian was curious. That was untypical for her Lady-in-Waiting “Merit!” she called. No response. Anna called a second time. No response again.

Merit´s rooms where a small three-rooms-apartment next to her own. She stepped over the threshold “Merit!” Anna waited. Nothing, her professional instincts kicked in. The Russian checked room for room – which were in design – a downgraded version of her own.

All was tidy. Finally, only the bedroom was left and Anna listened. Listened once, twice: She knew that sound …. very heavily muffled moans of a damsel. A damsel in distress.

Automatically her hand glided to her hip, after her gun. But there was none. The Russian supressed a curse – and pushed the bedroom door wide open: On the bed lay a mummy, a perfect white mummy, only the nose was not covered in white bandages.

The woman – it was undoubtedly a woman – writhed and moaned. As much as the bandages allowed. Anna recognized the signs; she heard the low buzzing: The mummy´s body stiffened and became limb.

Anna was already out of the door and returned not much later with a pair of bandage scissors. She knelt on the mattress and began carefully to cut through the bandages covering the eyes of the unlucky woman. Merit´s wide brown eyes stared at Anna. Finally, she had removed all bandages, except the bandages which covered Merit´s lower face.

Her face was sweaty - her normally shiny dark sleek hair was damp now and matted. Her eyes widened: The buzzing had intensified “First things first” Anna mused – and cut through the bandages which covered Merit´s crotch.

The buzzing got louder. Decisively Anna grabbed between Merit´s legs and pulled a phallus styled vibrator out of the Egyptian´s pussy. It was glistening with her juices. Instantly her body relaxed.

“Better?” Anna smiled. Merit sighed in relief. Very gently the Russian cut through the bandages covering the Egyptian´s mouth: Her jaws stood ajar. Wide. Anna pulled one strip of linen after the other out of Merit´s mouth: One strip, two, three …. she counted ten “Thank you” Merit whispered hoarsely and coughed “Who did this?” Anna´s voice betrayed the underlying rage “Two daughters of Isis” Merit hoarsely replied “Sithar and Inusret”.

The Russian nodded grimly “I see” she paused for a moment “I will cut you out – and then you have a shower!” Anna took the scissors …

45 Minutes later Anna nursed her second cup of strong black Coffee while Merit told her story, after the Egyptian had insisted on preparing Anna´s breakfast. This had happened: She had just done her evening routine and was about to go to bed when she had been attacked.

The Russian nodded “And you are sure about their identity?” Merit shrugged “I know those two, their voices, they were masked – but, I am sure. Sithar wears a perfume I would recognize anywhere and Inusret reeks of garlic”.

For a moment Anna pondered the question how Merit knew Inusret reeked of garlic … and where from she knew the other bitches perfume …

A grim smile curled Anna´s lips “After Breakfast you must make me presentable Merit – then you will send for Anck-Sun-Amun and Seth-Nacht!”

Merit was at a loss “But why Anna?” The Russian smiled ominously “You will see! This will be fun, believe me!”


One hour later:


Merit had outdone herself in making Anna presentable – and Anna had decided to go all in: Her Lady in Waiting eyed her up and down “You do really look regal Anna!” Anna smiled warmly “Thanks to you!” She eyed herself in the large mirror: On her feet she wore the golden platform Sandals she had worn yesterday at her presentation to the court. Appearances where not everything but something.

The pristine white pleated robe accentuated her curves nicely. Two broad straps held the robe at her shoulders. Two broad exquisite bracelets adorned her wrists. Around her neck she wore a Usekh collar – the broad collar worn by nobles of both sexes in Ancient Egypt.

Anna did not like wearing wigs but for the occasion it would do. Appearances mattered – one lesson Anna had put to good use in the last days.

“Mother, if I get out of this alive, I will apologize to you!” Anna mused – not for the first time these days. She had hated the lectures her mother had subjected to, about the importance of protocol. They had often butted heads about this – and other things, mostly other things, lots of other things. Her thoughts drifted away “How will mother react if she learns I am dead?” Anna pulled herself together “I will teach some people a lesson – and I am not dead, yet!”

On her head she wore a diadem, Pharaoh had presented her with which looked like the famous Diadem of Princess Sithathoriunet, who had lived in the Middle Kingdom. Al Mansur had explained to her this was an original – not a copy. Like all the Jewellery she wore.

Its key feature was the Ureaus in its centre, a rearing Cobra. Her makeup was perfect – in fact the heavy eye makeup the ancient Egyptians wore added to her beauty. Merit had proposed again to cover the scar above her left eye – and Anna had firmly declined again “I will wear it openly; I will not cover it – I see it as a badge of honour” Merit had realized that any discussion was pointless.

Now Anna stood before her desk in her study, tall and erect “She is really a Queen” Merit mused “In body and in spirit” “Get a grip” the Russian chuckled “I am a mere mortal” she had noticed the admiring glances of her Lady-in-Waiting.

Merit blushed slightly.

“Have they arrived?” Anna inquired “They have” Merit confirmed “Shall I show them in?” The Violinist smiled “No, we will wait another two minutes” The Egyptian looked a bit uneasy “Is that wise?” Anna smiled “This is a game, a game of thrones – and if I learned anything from my mother it is how to play this” after a pause she added “We will wait – another minute”.

Anna counted down sixty seconds “Show them in!” she smiled. A short while later Merit returned “The honourable Seth Nacht, Commander of Pharaoh´s Sacred Guard and the Lady Sath-Hathor!” she introduced their “guests”.

Anna acknowledged the arrivals with a curt nod “Commander, Lady Sath-Hathor” “Your Grace” the Commander and the Lady returned “I summoned for the High Priestess Anck-Sun-Amun Lady Sath Hathor” Anna said evenly and looked Sath-Hathor in the grey eyes “I assume you are here on her behalf?” Sath Hathor had to be in her early forties.

She looked tall, lean and fit – and not intimidated “The High Priestess apologizes for her absence Your Grace, but there was urgent business she had to attend to” Anna smiled benevolently “What could be more important than a summons by her future Queen – except a summons of the Sun of Horus, he may reign a million years!”

Anna waited and Sath Hathor shifted uncomfortably on her place. Silence was a weapon. As Sath-Hathor was on the verge of responding Anna cut across her “Too bad Anck-Sun-Amun could not make it – why Pharaoh, he may be blessed, is so forgiving I do not know”.

She turned to Seth- Nacht “Commander, our Lord and King allowed me to exercise in the Gym, is that correct” The Commander nodded gravely “You are correct Your Grace”.

“Thank you” Anna smiled “Is it also correct every man and woman bodily able is compelled to train with me, if I wish?” Anna´s smile was perfectly polite “Your Grace cited Pharaoh´s orders correctly” the tall soldier confirmed.

“Lady Sath-Hathor” Anna intoned formally “You are representing the High Priestess Anck-Sun-Amun, is that correct?” The Russian was considerably taller than the other woman and stared sternly down at her.

“You are correct” Sath Hathor conceded - grudgingly “Good we cleared that up Milady” Anna smiled sweetly “Among the Daughters of Isis there are a Sithar and a Sinusret?” Sath Hathor shifted slightly uncomfortably “Yes they are” Anna waited “Didn´t you miss something Milady?”

Anna still smiled but the steely undertone was unmistakable “Your Grace” Sath Hathor added hastily “I intend to train in two hours in the Gym – and I expect this Sithar and Sinusret being present”.

“I am within my rights Commander?” Anna beamed at Seth Nacht “You are Your Grace” the Commander of Pharaoh´s guard confirmed, his face entirely calm and unmoved “You may tell your two Soldiers who manhandled my Lady in Waiting yesterday to present themselves in the Gym, whenever I choose!”

“I will” the Commander acknowledged with a slight bow.

“Lady Sath Hathor” Anna addressed Anck-Sun-Amun´s second in command “You heard the Commander of Pharaoh´s guard. I expect Sithar and Sinusret to be prepared for training in martial arts in two hours in the Gym – are we clear?” Anna´s dark eyes drilled into the grey ones of her opponent.

Sath Hathor chanced a glance at Seth Nacht – but the Commander did ignore her.

“Lady Sath Hathor, I posed you a question” Anna had not raised her voice and smiled “I would be troubled if Pharaoh learns about this – about this” Anna smiled “Lapse in protocol”.

Seconds passed “Sithar and Sinusret will be present Your Grace” Sath Hathor relented.

“I am glad we cleared that up” Anna said lightly “Commander, will you convey my thanks for the extraordinary diner last evening to our Lord?” Seth Nacht´s face was inscrutable, but he bowed slightly “I will!” Anna smiled at Sath Hathor “Convey my thanks to the High Priestess – she was sorely missed! You have my permission to leave!”

Anna could not help herself but a part of herself enjoyed these games of power “I had good teachers” she smiled.

“Anna what did you do?” Merit sounded agitated, her Lady in Waiting had snapped at Anna as soon as their guests had left them “I sent a message and I intend to kick some serious butt later” the Russian replied calmly “Nobody does harm people I care for and goes unpunished”.

Merit was touched “But those two are among the very best fighters of the Daughters of Isis!” “She sounds almost desperate” Anna thought “They will regret the moment they touched you” she said aloud “I will teach them a lesson. I know exactly what I am doing”.

Merit threw herself at Anna and slung her arms around her “You do not have to do this!” Anna felt the younger woman´s body quivering “I have to, and I will, and everything will be alright”

Anna looked forward to the fight ahead. She had trained for this in the last months. She was ready.

She would send a message to some people.





The Western Palace: The Gym, one hours later:


Anna had bound her long tresses in a firm ponytail. She wore her white Judoka Dress with the black belt. The arena of the Gym was buzzing with excited chatter. That Pharaoh´s soon to be Great Royal Wife was stepping down in the Arena to fight two Daughters of Isis was quite the talk. And so, the arena was packed with people.

She was not scared. Far from it “I have not trained as much in the days as I could, but I am ready” If Anna hated anything it was cowardice.

Anck-Sun-Amun dared not to target her personally but hit people around her. Anna was hell bent on settling the score. And that she would do – and venting some steam. She had warmed up and was waiting now for her opponents …...

In that moment two dark haired women entered the arena, one was tall, not quite as tall as Anna, the other one was around 5´ 6´´ - both wore black belts too. They slipped their sandals off and stepped on the mattresses “Glad you could make it Ladies” Anna smiled ominously at them.

Both women stared just back at her, with barely disguised hatred which Anna understood. She smiled. The list of Daughters of Isis she had sent to the Underworld, was long. Not that she harboured any regrets “O, you are the strong and silent types then” Anna chuckled “I consider you two bitches cowards, attacking one helpless woman” That barb hit home Anna knew “You can attack me together” she smiled “It will not change the outcome though”.

With a war cry the two women charged at Anna “For this I have trained the last months” it shot through her head “They are good” Anna had to admit, but she was ready. With her Sensei she had trained for such scenarios: Two or even three against one. Anna had vowed that she would never again suffer a beating like that in the British Museum.

Merit was anxious as she watched the two Daughters of Isis charging at her Mistress. There was a flurry of kicks and strokes, so fast she could not make out any details. For several minutes the battle waged fore and back.

A cry of pain: Anna stepped back, the taller of the two opponents too. The smaller woman, Sithar lay on the floor and did not move. In the aftermath Merit learned that Anna had hit her with a brutal and precise round house kick to the head. Her right heel had connected fully with her opponent’s left temple. The Egyptian had crashed to the floor like a tree cut down by the lumberjack.

Anna smiled at Sinusret ominously “You are next!” It had felt so good to send the other woman to the ground – Anna had laid all her power, all her anger her frustration into that kick.

Sinusret did not look that confident any more …. “What?” Anna taunted her maliciously “Are you afraid of me?” The Egyptian charged – and attacked with a flurry of kicks and strokes.

One aimed against her chest, broke through her defence – a sharp pain shot through Anna´s chest. The Egyptian had hit the barley healed wound above her chest, which Anna had bolstered with a gauze pad. But the Russian did not even flinch “Not bad” she grinned and went on the offensive herself “Now I am pissed off”.

Slowly but relentlessly like a glacier she forced her opponent back. Sinusret stormed forward – the Russian stepped lightning quick aside. Her own momentum let her stumble and presented Anna with the opening she had waited for.

The violinist´s knee connected fully with the Egyptian´s chin. So powerful was the kick Sinusret stumbled backwards and landed hard on her back.

Anna followed through and knelt on the Egyptian´s arms. Her right-hand stroke hit her opponent fully between the eyes. Sinusret was out – stone cold. Anna looked down at her unconscious adversary, whose chin was already turning purple.

She jumped to her feet, turned to the audience and bowed. There was moment of stunned silence. Then applause broke loose.

Anna bowed again “Send those two back to their mistress with my best regards!” she pointed at her two still unconscious opponents.

She stepped down from the mattresses where Merit already was waiting with her sneakers “That was so fantastic Anna!” her Lady-in-Waiting beamed at her. Anna smiled “I told you; I know what I am doing! Let´s go now, I need a shower and a massage” The Russian smiled coyly.

And a feeling of deep satisfaction filled her …


The fight had been watched with keen interest by two people:


Anck-Sun-Amun´s private study:


“That Russian Whore humiliated me in public! I will kill her! I will rip her heart out! I will skin her alive! I will flail her till her skin is in shreds!”

Sath Hathor was watching her mistress raving and ranting for 15 minutes straight now. The High-Priestess´ second in command was fascinating by the colourful curses of Anck-Sun-Amun.

Her preceptor was pacing the floor agitatedly “I will bury her alive and subject her to the Hom Dai!” “I warned you about this outcome milady!” Sath Hathor interjected calmly “You don´t like it – but you gave the Russian that sword in her hand willingly – and you have to admit that she made good use of it – she is really good” Sath Hathor did not tell her Superior she thought the Russian at least as capable as Anck-Sun-Amun – even better.

“Yes, she did” Anck-Sun-Amun spat “That bitch has obviously spent much time in the Gym!” she fumed “To hell with Pharaoh´s wishes! He is blinded by love! Romanova is dangerous – we have to do something permanently about her!”

Sath Hathor looked calmly at her mistress “You know, that if something happens to Romanova, you will be the first suspect milady – and you know how that ended last time”.

Anck-Sun-Amun´s Eyes blazed with fire “I do! Then we will have to take care that the murder cannot be traced back to us!” She turned to her second in command, smiling deviously “That is what we will do!”


The Grand Vizier´s Offices:


The Grand Vizier had followed the fight in the arena attentively. He was not skilled in martial arts, but the way Pharaoh´s future bride had bested her opponents had impressed him: Her speed, her tempo, her quick reflexes, her power had looked incredible to his untrained eye.

“She was very good; I doubt even the High Priestess would stand a chance against her” his Daughter Merit Amun had watched the fight with him.

He looked concerned at her. The Grand Vizier did not love many things on earth, love them really. His only child Merit Amun was among them. If he had a heart – and there were many courtiers which were sure he had not a heart but a stone in his chest – Merit Amun had a special place in it.

After the High Priestess had returned from the failed Mission at Highclere Castle, he had been resolved to put Anck-Sun-Amun in her place once and for all. But the High Priestess had adducted his daughter to ensure he would play ball.

Merit Amun had been returned to him in the end, but his daughter had never been the same ever since. She did not remember what happened at the High-Priestess Quarters – but there were flashbacks Merit Amun had told her father, and they had become more frequently of late.

His daughter had become moody and aloof.

For that alone he would have gladly murdered the High Priestess – and now she had screwed up again: Her blind desire to get back at the Grand Duchesse endangered Pharaoh´s Grand Designs:

The work on the Sun-Ray-of-Amun-Ra was almost finished – and the Sun of Horus mustn´t be distracted by the schemes of the High-Priestess. Anck-Sun-Amun was a loose cannon.

Ramose had to find a solution for this problem – a permanent one. A message popped up on the Screen of his iMac. He opened it and read it: Twice. He grew tense. Anck-Sun-Amun had screwed up again:

The report said, a Team of Daughters of Isis dispatched into the Desert to ambush von der Marwitz and her team had been obliterated. The pictures attached to the message told him enough:

This attack bore all the hall mark signs of Chris´ von der Marwitz hand:

He looked at a picture which showed a headless corpse …. Even worse: His trackers had lost von der Marwitz. They had vanished into the desert without a trace. And that was unnerving.

Something had to be done about von der Marwitz but more importantly about the High Priestess Ramose looked at the frozen screen: Anna Romanova beamed down at him. A thought crossed his mind – and a smile crossed his lips – “Yes that could actually work!”

“Father” Merit interrupted him “What is it?” “I was thinking” the Grand Vizier said to his daughter – and a smile crossed his lips – a smile Merit Amun knew too well. Her father was up to something “Merit Amun, you have to do something for me …” her father said, “There might be a solution to our problem – and this is what I need you to do!”

Merit Amun listened. When her father had finished, she smiled too. It was a hard smile “I would like that ….” Yes, she would like that very much “But will she listen father?”

The Grand Vizier smiled – hard and cold: “She will listen, believe me.