Re: The Files of Art. Inc.: The Hunt for the Lost Scrolls: Chapter 53 (10.01.2023) (FFFF/FFF/ M/F)
Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2023 1:41 pm
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Hall Place Manor, two days later: Conference Room, after breakfast:
The Concert at Buckingham Palace had been truly spectacular – an event none of them would likely forget. Now it was back to business:
After breakfast the team reconvened in the conference room. Evie reported about her work with the scroll “Work is going well: the translation of the first scroll is complete – and we are making good progress with the third – but there is another thing: Sophie and I might have found a link to Anck-Sun-Amun, we knew she had contacts here in the city”
Now the Egyptologist had the undivided of everyone around the table. Anna who had just typed on her smartphone – Chris had a fairly educated guess, who she had texted – looked up, intrigued “Tell us more Evie!” A devious smile curled the Russians full lips.
“In fact it was Sophie who found the first clue” Evie returned modestly, she looked at the lawyer who blushed a little “You know that we got transcripts of Sarah´s interrogation of Hathor” The Dark Lady grinned “finally she couldn´t just stop talking” Sophie continued “Hathor told Sarah about an art dealer here in London who specializes in Egyptian art and all kind of books about Egyptology, even the most obscure as Evie told me”
“If you are looking for a book rare to find Hassan al Kazeem is the right man” Evie seconded “There have been rumours though that he conducts not all of his businesses by the book” Sophie explained “And Hathor mentioned that she had overheard a conversation the High Priestess had with him. She insisted on not knowing the details though”
Kirsty interjected “And you are sure she said the truth?” the Briton turned to the thief. “As it happens I am, she did not know more – I know my business” the Dark Lady smiled ominously. Kirsty nodded, obviously content with the answer.
Anna nodded “We always wondered how Anck-Sun-Amun made it from Highclere Castle, a contact here in London would have surely helped” “If she has survived the fall” Kate played the advocatus diaboli “Well, the Triple K Killer survived a fall from a bridge” Anna countered. A shadow crossed Kate´s face as Anna mentioned the name. The Triple K Killer had been a nemesis and their last encounter had Kate cost nearly her life. She had been abducted by Jerry Tyson and his soul mate Kelly Nieman.
“Yes she could have survived that fall” she conceded grudgingly “So we should find out, what that al Kazeem knows” Chris had spoken for the first time “Any ideas how we approach him?” the pianist looked at Evie and Sophie “We have” Sophie smiled “Evie and I will consult him about some rare books and find out what he knows”
“Sounds like a good idea” Hayley agreed “but I am not sure, if it is a good idea, that you two do this together” “Why?” Evie looked aghast “Where is the problem?” “Hayley and Kirsty exchanged a look “Evie” the American spoke gently “When Anck-Sun-Amun captured you and Sophie, she used Sophie as leverage to force you, to do her bidding, right?”
The Egyptologist nodded, her discomfort was palpable as she remembered what Sophie had gone through “I guess you are right” Sophie´s heart went out to Evie, she knew that at times Evie was haunted by by nightmares she laid her hand softly on her left thigh.
“So who will volunteer to go with Evie?” Chris broke the silence “No Anna, you don´t go” The blonde brushed off her friend quite brusquely “I don´t want you to take any necessary risks” Anna seemed on the verge to argue the point, but conceded.
She knew her Friend. When anyone was concerned who Chris held dear, the pianist could be overprotective at times. The fact that she had almost lost Anna had had a lasting impact on her friend.
“I will go with Evie” Kate spoke up “Let us do it this way: Evie will do the talking, I will watch”
“Right” Chris acknowledged – “but we will take a few precautions: If you don´t report back after, let us say two hours, we will go in. What happened to Evie and Sophie or Anna does never happen ever again. Never!”
One hour later: Southern London, Battersea
Evie and Kate stood before “Al Kazeem Antiquities” – Kate checked for any sign of trouble, surveillance. But found none “Right, let´s go in” the Homicide Detective nodded to Evie “Don´t forget: You do the talking – I watch”
Divisively Evie grabbed the door handle and they entered “Wow!” the Egyptologist was amazed “Look!” she pointed at the tall book shelves which filled the room from top to bottom. Among the books? Paintings, reliefs and other art work.
So fascinated Evie had been that she did not register that a tall bald man had entered the room “My Ladies, may I help you with something?” The man spoke with a deep resounding baritone. A little more than average height, around six feet, Kate guessed. Keen grey eyes and a professional smile – Evie smiled back “Mr. Kazeem?” “Yes” the Egyptian smiled back “Guilty as charged” he took a closer at Evie and Kate “Is it possible? You must be Evie Callahan!” The Egyptologist blushed “As a matter of fact I am. What gave me away? My good looks? My dazzling smile?” she smiled modestly.
Kate was impressed. Evie did not overdo it, but used her charms to best effect. She looked every part the bookworm, the academic, head in the air. The American had observed the Egyptian keenly. He seemed to be taken in by Evie – but there was something she could not place – yet.
“Your fame precedes you” the Egyptian returned “Your dissertation about the late pyramid texts was brilliant” “You are too kind!” Evie blushed slightly “But I forget my manners, may I introduce my friend Kate to you? Al Kazeem turned to the detective “My pleasure! My humble premises are enlightened by your presence!” Kate´s smile was just a tad forced:
she didn´t like this kind of compliments, which were just flattery “Why thank you Sir! You are most kind!” She turned to her companion “Why don´t we ask Mr. Al Kazeem what we are looking for?” Evie took this as her clue “My dear Hassan, we are looking for two books and some information. And we were told you are the right man to ask”
“At your service, at your service!” the Egyptian bowed “Why don´t we go to my offices and have a cup of tea and you tell me what you are looking for?” The man was almost grovelling. He made an inviting gesture. Kate and Evie exchanged a look and followed their host through a short floor into a vast room which was filled with shelves and books. Dominating the room was large wooden desk, made from teak probably Evie guessed.
In the left corner stood a round table and three comfy arm chairs, Al Kazeem bade them to sit “Why don´t you take a seat and I prepare the tea? Feel free to take of your coats!” Kate and Evie took their seats, after they had taken of their coats. Kate wore a black turtleneck, blue jeans and ankle boots. Evie seemed a bit uncertain “How am I doing Kate?”
Kate smiled at Evie “You are doing well so far just stick to the plan, right?” “He makes me shiver” Evie rubbed her hands, as a shudder crept above her back. They were interrupted though as their host returned, carrying a tablet with three cups and a teapot – made of delicate China.
Al Kazeem set the tablet down on the table and took a seat too. He filled each cup and presented them to his guests. Inwardly Kate groaned. It was not that she disliked tea on principle but she preferred Coffee. It was simple as that: Coffee black and strong.
She had to admit though the Tea, a Darjeeling, was good. They all took a sip. Al Kazeem turned to Evie all smiles and obedience “Professor you said you needed my expertise” Evie smiled “Yes, you know, during my research for my new paper I stumbled upon an obscure reference to some sort of cult: The daughters of Isis – had never heard of them before and since you very familiar with these more obscure realms of Egyptology, I thought you might be able to help – you are able to help right? She smiled at him.
“She is really good” Kate thought “Playing the damsel desperately in need of help”
Al Kazeem nodded thoughtfully “The daughters of Isis …” he paused, thinking “that strikes a bell – and I think I have the book somewhere which might enlighten you. He smiled “Why don´t you enjoy your tea, while I get the book for you?”
Evie and Kate exchanged a look. Kate nodded almost imperceptible “That would be most gracious of you Mr. Al Kazeem!” After the door had closed behind their host, Evie waited a moment before she spoke “What do you make of him Kate? Did he tell us the truth?” “He did not lie” the Detective returned “But I am pretty sure he did tell us not all he knows, he was a tad too forthcoming if you ask me – almost as if he knew what we would ask”
Suddenly Evie seemed to dissolve before her eyes, in fact she saw two Evies. Kate shook her head to clear her sight, but she had trouble focussing “Evie?” The Egyptologist did not respond she was unconscious. Kate tried to stand up, but her legs felt like jelly “I should have insisted on Coffee” was her last thought before everything went black.
Two minutes later Al Kazeem returned – as he saw the two unconscious women a grim smile curled his lips. He turned first to Evie and checked her vitals, then Kate´s. The detective and the Egyptologist were totally out “That was almost too easy” he said to himself.
He went to one of the large shelves and pulled a book out. A soft click and the whole shelf moved aside to reveal an elevator, in it stood a large trolley. With surprising ease Al Kazeem lifted first Kate on the trolley than Evie “Time to prepare you for your new life” he told his two unresponsive visitors as the elevator door closed.
30 Minutes later:
Only slowly Evie returned to the world of the living. Her head ached, her neck ached. She was still groggy. Evie wanted to rub her eyes but couldn´t. The fog in her head started to clear – and she began to register her predicament: Something big and soft filled her mouth and pressed her tongue down.
Her lower face felt like in a vice grip. With sudden clarity she realized that she was tied up and gagged. Panic gripped her for a second, her breathing accelerated, she was on the verge of full blown panic attack “Calm down analyse your predicament” she admonished herself, and slowly the initial panic subsided
Evie sat on a chair. Behind its high back her wrists and elbows had been tied together. She groaned. Her elbows were welded together. Rope bands above and below her breasts held her to the Chair “My legs are tied together at the ankles and below and above the joint. My feet are cold, why is that?” Her ankles had been tied to her wrists, so that the nyloned tips of her toes barely touched the floor, which was icy cold. Icy cold stone. And now Evie knew what filled her mouth: Her woollen socks. Her own thick brown woollen socks.
Evie opened her Eyes and lifted her head looked around as best as she could and gasped in horror. She was in a vault which looked very much like …. “This is a preparation room for the afterlife” A room where the old Egyptians had prepared the dead for the afterlife.
The walls were covered with scenes from the book of the dead, cupboards held all the tools the Egyptians needed for mummification. In the centre of the chamber two large tables of granite stood. One was empty. On the other lay …. Kate! The detective was still unconscious – but it was the way she was tied, that shocked Evie.
Kate had been subjected to a cruel hogtie. She had been not only of relieved of her boots and socks. The only stitch of clothing was her black pair of panties and nude hose. Her heels rested firmly on her butt. Her toes and insteps had been tied together and fastened to her brown hair which had been braided into a ponytail.
Her hands which had been mummified in tape were pressed against the heels of her nyloned feet. An array of straps and chains held her firmly on the table. Her lower face had vanished by white bandages – which held obviously a substantial gag packing in her mouth. Only her lower tummy rested on the stone table. Her body was contorted into a backbreaking bow she was forced to look upwards.
A soft chuckle broke her out of her reverie “Do you like my preparation room for the afterlife Professor Callahan, I hope the professional in you appreciate its accuracy?” Al Kazeem! Evie began to struggle against her bonds “Save your energy Professor you will need it for your journey” Evie froze “Now I have your attention” Al Kazeem gloated. Evie´s Eyes went wide “What journey?” Finally Al Kazeem stood before the tightly trussed up woman. Evie craned her neck to look him in the eye.
Surprisingly she felt no fear but anger which seemed to amuse their captor “Of, if looks could kill! You are so cute when you are angry. You know it was almost too easy – I could at first not believe it when you two showed up “The High Priestess is already very keen to meet you again” Al Kazeem told his victim almost friendly.
Now Evie froze. Memories floated back of those dreadful hours in the asylum “Happy memories? I take it?” the Egyptian mocked her “Yes, you will go on a trip, whereas your friend here” he nodded at Kate who had begun to stir will be my new concubine!”
A muffled growl told Evie that Kate was awake now “I really would like to continue our conversation, but you have a flight to catch – and I need to prepare you for your trip!” Evie supressed her fear with all the willpower she could muster as Al Kazeem produced a filled syringe and walked towards Evie “There is nothing to fear, Professor – this injection will just make you docile so that I can mummify you with all due diligence. I hate sloppy work!”
Al Kazeem gripped Evie´s head with one hand to hold it steady and rammed the injection in her neck with the other. A hot sensation shot through her body – then she realized that she had no control over her body anymore – she was paralyzed! Quickly her captor cut the ropes which held her the chair. Her arms and legs flopped down. “First” al Kazeem explained “we have to undress you and clean you from the inside …
Kate groaned softly. It took a while till she realized her predicament. She was cold she laid on something hard and cold. Methodically she checked her bonds “I am tied in one of the cruellest hogties I have ever tied in. If I move my toes, I have the feeling, my scalp is ripped off, if I try to move my wrists, the dammed crotch rope cuts me in two. The cruel nipple clamps hurt like hell”
The detective had been so preoccupied that only now she heard Al Kazeem talking “I hope you have enjoyed the enema Professor Callahan!” Kate could hear only what was going on since their captor was acting behind her back. She growled angrily in her gag “Do you see Professor the good Captain is awake!” Kazeem was obviously delighted “If I could only lay my hands on him!” Kate fumed.
Evie had deeply blushed as the enema had been administered; the wretched business had been so humiliating! Limp like a large ragdoll she hung from the ceiling by her wrists. Her ankles had been shackled three feet apart.
Kazeem had clearly enjoyed touching her at her most intimate places. The Egyptian lowered her down till she came to rest on the icy cold stone floor. He removed the shackles and hefted her up with surprising ease on his left should feet forward, her head hanging down on his back. His calloused hand rested on her butt and squeezed it. Evie wanted to protest but no sound escaped her mouth.
“Time to prepare you for your journey!” Kazeem lowered Evie down on the second stone table. Unblinkingly she stared at the ceiling which was covered in scenes from the book of the dead “They are made very good” her professional mind told her. With practised and precise motions Kazeem set to work. Obviously he planned to mummify her alive!
Thirty Minutes later Evie still stared at the ceiling. But by now her eyes were the only part of her body not covered into an intricate of precisely and aesthetically pleasing web of dozen of roles of white linen bandages which compressed her body evenly on all sides.
Evie lay flat inside on the stone table. As tightly mummified as she was, she could not move a muscle. If she could have seen herself in a mirror, she would have detected that only her eyes and the tip of her nose were not enshrouded by bandages.
She had been plugged both ways, a task that Kazeem had obviously taken great pleasure in. The bastard had complimented her on her “perfectly trimmed Brazilian landing strip” That her arms had been wrapped tightly behind her back did not help. She could move her wrapped feet a little, since the drug was obviously wearing off but that was the only movement possible.
Each toe and each foot had been wrapped separately. Evie´s Mouth had been packed to capacity with gauze. To be honest? Beyond capacity? No: Way beyond capacity. She had had the feeling to suffocate when Kazeem had stuffed her mouth full to the brim.
She could not know it, but the Egyptian had unfolded and spread a square of fine gauze on the free area of the stone table, opened the jar of herbs (releasing a pungent, spicy odour into the cold air), carefully loaded a steel spatula, and sprinkled the green flecks over the white gaze. This had been repeated until the gauze was lightly covered over its entire surface. The jar was restoppered and the gauze rolled into a long, thin cylinder.
A second square of gauze was unfolded, and the cylinder was carefully arranged "S"-fashion on its surface, then the second gauze was folded and rolled over the first, producing a smooth, white, cylinder, perhaps six inches long and four in diameter; this had ben tucked into a gauze tube which stretched over the cylinder like a fine, taut net. The final result was like a fat, short, white sausage. To get that sausage in her unresisting mouth had cost Kazeem some effort.
The herbs inside the gauze caused her body heat to rise and a steadily growing feeling of arousal. By now Evie was so horny that she would have ravished a goat on the spot. She moaned and strained against her cocoon.
What she also did not know: The bandages plugging her vagina and anus had been prepared the same way as the gag it was only a matter of time, till she had her first orgasm. And she could do nothing about it, her body acted on its own.
Her skin was extremely sensitive: Before she had been wrapped, every square inch of her skin had been oiled. The herbs in it had made her skin 10 times more sensible to the slightest touch.
“We are almost ready Professor” Kazeem walked away, she heard him groaning and the creaking of rolls on the floor; obviously whatever he was rolling was heavy “My dear Professor if you could only see what see!” the corrupt arts dealer teased her.
With ease he lifted her now pretty stiff body up and let her down again. Evie screamed into her tightly gagged mouth “He had put me into a wooden sarcophagus!” “I don´t see why you are scared Professor” Kazeem was clearly amused by her panic “You travel in style: The sarcophagus is well padded, your head rests on a soft cushion and the air supply lasts for 24 hours” Kazeem bowed down to her and it became dark he covered her eyes with pads of gauze which he taped in place. Then he wrapped her eyes “Oh Professor if you could only see the beautiful death mask – it was meant for someone different but it will fit you well. Evie felt that the death mask was put on her head.
Evie was now deprived of almost all her senses. She could not move, not speak, not see only feel and hear. And she would lose her hearing sense soon too:
“I will set your ear buds on noise cancelling mode have a short talk with Captain Beckett and then we have to hurry, we have a flight to catch!” He set her ear buds on sound cancelling mode.
Now Evie was deaf, dumb and mute and entirely alone in her small dark world. She tried to control her breathing “I must not panic” she admonished herself. Chris and her friends would rescue them – she willed herself to believe that. But only after the next wave of panic had subsided, her breathing slowed.
Kate had cursed the fact that she could not see what was happening to Evie, as she heard the last words of that asshole Kazeem she renewed her struggles and cursed into her gag. Her struggles got her nothing of course only more discomfort: the ropes cut deep into her skin. Especially in the soft flesh of her big toes and in her nether regions, her body started to cramp – and she could do nothing about it. Despite the cold she began to sweat profusely
“My dear Kate – you don´t mind if I am calling you Kate?” Kazeem loomed over her, she had to strain her tormented neck even more to look him in the eyes “Of course I do mind you bloody bastard” Kate fumed and told the Egyptian so, only small muffled noises escaped her heavily gagged mouth though.
“You are still making too much noise we will have to do something about that! Your husband was a lucky man!” He told her gleefully “The High Priestess has kindly allowed me to keep you as my personal sex slave – and believe me: we have plenty of time to get to know each other better!” The detective just furiously stared at him – “it takes more to intimidate me!” Kate thought “Ah, such spirit! I love that in a woman!” It is a shame to cover your beautiful eyes for a time. But it will help you to meditate” “F*ck meditation” Kate cursed into her gag.
She felt that Kazeem cut the rope which connected her toes to her braided hair. The relief was instantaneous – but short lived as she found out soon enough. She had just gotten some feeling into her toes again as Kazeem stepped into her field of vision again presenting a heavy helmet made entirely of black leather – it was obviously heavily padded in certain areas. “Before we adorn your beautiful head with this leather helmet let us take care of your hearing.
Kate knew she was fighting a lost battle, but was resolved to make Kazeem´s work as hard as possible. She shook her head frantically. In the end a heavily breathing Kazeem towered over her. Kate could still hear – but that would change she knew “You will pay for that little stunt Kate” not angry in the slightest – clearly amused “I like spunk in a woman”
“Stop struggling or I will punish the good Professor!” Kate stopped her efforts immediately. Stoically she let the Egyptian put the helmet on her head. Kate felt her head compressed on all sides as the arts dealer pulled the strings cruelly tight. The contraption was heavily padded over the mouth, the ears and the eyes.
But Kazeem was not done yet: He took three heavily padded leather straps: one went across the mouth area the second were the eyes were and the third across the crown of her head and under her chin – forcing her jaws together.
“What is he doing now?” Kate wondered, trying to come to terms with the immense pressure around her head. She felt a sharp pull at her toes as the string was connected to a d-ring on the crown of her head. Her former predicament had been cruel – but this one was even more so, Kate was flexible – but now she had the feeling her back would break, breathing too became difficult
“Use the time well Kate!” Kazeem told her sweetly – and all noise was cancelled out. She was alone but not before he gave her a shove so that she landed hard on her tormented breasts. The sudden movement caused the crotch rope to cut deep into her. Kate would have screamed if she had been able to.
Only slowly her laboured breathing returned to normal. She was slowly rocking forwards and backwards. The only thing she could hear was the blood pounding in her ears. Help would come, she was sure of it, but would it come in time to rescue Evie?
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Hall Place Manor, two days later: Conference Room, after breakfast:
The Concert at Buckingham Palace had been truly spectacular – an event none of them would likely forget. Now it was back to business:
After breakfast the team reconvened in the conference room. Evie reported about her work with the scroll “Work is going well: the translation of the first scroll is complete – and we are making good progress with the third – but there is another thing: Sophie and I might have found a link to Anck-Sun-Amun, we knew she had contacts here in the city”
Now the Egyptologist had the undivided of everyone around the table. Anna who had just typed on her smartphone – Chris had a fairly educated guess, who she had texted – looked up, intrigued “Tell us more Evie!” A devious smile curled the Russians full lips.
“In fact it was Sophie who found the first clue” Evie returned modestly, she looked at the lawyer who blushed a little “You know that we got transcripts of Sarah´s interrogation of Hathor” The Dark Lady grinned “finally she couldn´t just stop talking” Sophie continued “Hathor told Sarah about an art dealer here in London who specializes in Egyptian art and all kind of books about Egyptology, even the most obscure as Evie told me”
“If you are looking for a book rare to find Hassan al Kazeem is the right man” Evie seconded “There have been rumours though that he conducts not all of his businesses by the book” Sophie explained “And Hathor mentioned that she had overheard a conversation the High Priestess had with him. She insisted on not knowing the details though”
Kirsty interjected “And you are sure she said the truth?” the Briton turned to the thief. “As it happens I am, she did not know more – I know my business” the Dark Lady smiled ominously. Kirsty nodded, obviously content with the answer.
Anna nodded “We always wondered how Anck-Sun-Amun made it from Highclere Castle, a contact here in London would have surely helped” “If she has survived the fall” Kate played the advocatus diaboli “Well, the Triple K Killer survived a fall from a bridge” Anna countered. A shadow crossed Kate´s face as Anna mentioned the name. The Triple K Killer had been a nemesis and their last encounter had Kate cost nearly her life. She had been abducted by Jerry Tyson and his soul mate Kelly Nieman.
“Yes she could have survived that fall” she conceded grudgingly “So we should find out, what that al Kazeem knows” Chris had spoken for the first time “Any ideas how we approach him?” the pianist looked at Evie and Sophie “We have” Sophie smiled “Evie and I will consult him about some rare books and find out what he knows”
“Sounds like a good idea” Hayley agreed “but I am not sure, if it is a good idea, that you two do this together” “Why?” Evie looked aghast “Where is the problem?” “Hayley and Kirsty exchanged a look “Evie” the American spoke gently “When Anck-Sun-Amun captured you and Sophie, she used Sophie as leverage to force you, to do her bidding, right?”
The Egyptologist nodded, her discomfort was palpable as she remembered what Sophie had gone through “I guess you are right” Sophie´s heart went out to Evie, she knew that at times Evie was haunted by by nightmares she laid her hand softly on her left thigh.
“So who will volunteer to go with Evie?” Chris broke the silence “No Anna, you don´t go” The blonde brushed off her friend quite brusquely “I don´t want you to take any necessary risks” Anna seemed on the verge to argue the point, but conceded.
She knew her Friend. When anyone was concerned who Chris held dear, the pianist could be overprotective at times. The fact that she had almost lost Anna had had a lasting impact on her friend.
“I will go with Evie” Kate spoke up “Let us do it this way: Evie will do the talking, I will watch”
“Right” Chris acknowledged – “but we will take a few precautions: If you don´t report back after, let us say two hours, we will go in. What happened to Evie and Sophie or Anna does never happen ever again. Never!”
One hour later: Southern London, Battersea
Evie and Kate stood before “Al Kazeem Antiquities” – Kate checked for any sign of trouble, surveillance. But found none “Right, let´s go in” the Homicide Detective nodded to Evie “Don´t forget: You do the talking – I watch”
Divisively Evie grabbed the door handle and they entered “Wow!” the Egyptologist was amazed “Look!” she pointed at the tall book shelves which filled the room from top to bottom. Among the books? Paintings, reliefs and other art work.
So fascinated Evie had been that she did not register that a tall bald man had entered the room “My Ladies, may I help you with something?” The man spoke with a deep resounding baritone. A little more than average height, around six feet, Kate guessed. Keen grey eyes and a professional smile – Evie smiled back “Mr. Kazeem?” “Yes” the Egyptian smiled back “Guilty as charged” he took a closer at Evie and Kate “Is it possible? You must be Evie Callahan!” The Egyptologist blushed “As a matter of fact I am. What gave me away? My good looks? My dazzling smile?” she smiled modestly.
Kate was impressed. Evie did not overdo it, but used her charms to best effect. She looked every part the bookworm, the academic, head in the air. The American had observed the Egyptian keenly. He seemed to be taken in by Evie – but there was something she could not place – yet.
“Your fame precedes you” the Egyptian returned “Your dissertation about the late pyramid texts was brilliant” “You are too kind!” Evie blushed slightly “But I forget my manners, may I introduce my friend Kate to you? Al Kazeem turned to the detective “My pleasure! My humble premises are enlightened by your presence!” Kate´s smile was just a tad forced:
she didn´t like this kind of compliments, which were just flattery “Why thank you Sir! You are most kind!” She turned to her companion “Why don´t we ask Mr. Al Kazeem what we are looking for?” Evie took this as her clue “My dear Hassan, we are looking for two books and some information. And we were told you are the right man to ask”
“At your service, at your service!” the Egyptian bowed “Why don´t we go to my offices and have a cup of tea and you tell me what you are looking for?” The man was almost grovelling. He made an inviting gesture. Kate and Evie exchanged a look and followed their host through a short floor into a vast room which was filled with shelves and books. Dominating the room was large wooden desk, made from teak probably Evie guessed.
In the left corner stood a round table and three comfy arm chairs, Al Kazeem bade them to sit “Why don´t you take a seat and I prepare the tea? Feel free to take of your coats!” Kate and Evie took their seats, after they had taken of their coats. Kate wore a black turtleneck, blue jeans and ankle boots. Evie seemed a bit uncertain “How am I doing Kate?”
Kate smiled at Evie “You are doing well so far just stick to the plan, right?” “He makes me shiver” Evie rubbed her hands, as a shudder crept above her back. They were interrupted though as their host returned, carrying a tablet with three cups and a teapot – made of delicate China.
Al Kazeem set the tablet down on the table and took a seat too. He filled each cup and presented them to his guests. Inwardly Kate groaned. It was not that she disliked tea on principle but she preferred Coffee. It was simple as that: Coffee black and strong.
She had to admit though the Tea, a Darjeeling, was good. They all took a sip. Al Kazeem turned to Evie all smiles and obedience “Professor you said you needed my expertise” Evie smiled “Yes, you know, during my research for my new paper I stumbled upon an obscure reference to some sort of cult: The daughters of Isis – had never heard of them before and since you very familiar with these more obscure realms of Egyptology, I thought you might be able to help – you are able to help right? She smiled at him.
“She is really good” Kate thought “Playing the damsel desperately in need of help”
Al Kazeem nodded thoughtfully “The daughters of Isis …” he paused, thinking “that strikes a bell – and I think I have the book somewhere which might enlighten you. He smiled “Why don´t you enjoy your tea, while I get the book for you?”
Evie and Kate exchanged a look. Kate nodded almost imperceptible “That would be most gracious of you Mr. Al Kazeem!” After the door had closed behind their host, Evie waited a moment before she spoke “What do you make of him Kate? Did he tell us the truth?” “He did not lie” the Detective returned “But I am pretty sure he did tell us not all he knows, he was a tad too forthcoming if you ask me – almost as if he knew what we would ask”
Suddenly Evie seemed to dissolve before her eyes, in fact she saw two Evies. Kate shook her head to clear her sight, but she had trouble focussing “Evie?” The Egyptologist did not respond she was unconscious. Kate tried to stand up, but her legs felt like jelly “I should have insisted on Coffee” was her last thought before everything went black.
Two minutes later Al Kazeem returned – as he saw the two unconscious women a grim smile curled his lips. He turned first to Evie and checked her vitals, then Kate´s. The detective and the Egyptologist were totally out “That was almost too easy” he said to himself.
He went to one of the large shelves and pulled a book out. A soft click and the whole shelf moved aside to reveal an elevator, in it stood a large trolley. With surprising ease Al Kazeem lifted first Kate on the trolley than Evie “Time to prepare you for your new life” he told his two unresponsive visitors as the elevator door closed.
30 Minutes later:
Only slowly Evie returned to the world of the living. Her head ached, her neck ached. She was still groggy. Evie wanted to rub her eyes but couldn´t. The fog in her head started to clear – and she began to register her predicament: Something big and soft filled her mouth and pressed her tongue down.
Her lower face felt like in a vice grip. With sudden clarity she realized that she was tied up and gagged. Panic gripped her for a second, her breathing accelerated, she was on the verge of full blown panic attack “Calm down analyse your predicament” she admonished herself, and slowly the initial panic subsided
Evie sat on a chair. Behind its high back her wrists and elbows had been tied together. She groaned. Her elbows were welded together. Rope bands above and below her breasts held her to the Chair “My legs are tied together at the ankles and below and above the joint. My feet are cold, why is that?” Her ankles had been tied to her wrists, so that the nyloned tips of her toes barely touched the floor, which was icy cold. Icy cold stone. And now Evie knew what filled her mouth: Her woollen socks. Her own thick brown woollen socks.
Evie opened her Eyes and lifted her head looked around as best as she could and gasped in horror. She was in a vault which looked very much like …. “This is a preparation room for the afterlife” A room where the old Egyptians had prepared the dead for the afterlife.
The walls were covered with scenes from the book of the dead, cupboards held all the tools the Egyptians needed for mummification. In the centre of the chamber two large tables of granite stood. One was empty. On the other lay …. Kate! The detective was still unconscious – but it was the way she was tied, that shocked Evie.
Kate had been subjected to a cruel hogtie. She had been not only of relieved of her boots and socks. The only stitch of clothing was her black pair of panties and nude hose. Her heels rested firmly on her butt. Her toes and insteps had been tied together and fastened to her brown hair which had been braided into a ponytail.
Her hands which had been mummified in tape were pressed against the heels of her nyloned feet. An array of straps and chains held her firmly on the table. Her lower face had vanished by white bandages – which held obviously a substantial gag packing in her mouth. Only her lower tummy rested on the stone table. Her body was contorted into a backbreaking bow she was forced to look upwards.
A soft chuckle broke her out of her reverie “Do you like my preparation room for the afterlife Professor Callahan, I hope the professional in you appreciate its accuracy?” Al Kazeem! Evie began to struggle against her bonds “Save your energy Professor you will need it for your journey” Evie froze “Now I have your attention” Al Kazeem gloated. Evie´s Eyes went wide “What journey?” Finally Al Kazeem stood before the tightly trussed up woman. Evie craned her neck to look him in the eye.
Surprisingly she felt no fear but anger which seemed to amuse their captor “Of, if looks could kill! You are so cute when you are angry. You know it was almost too easy – I could at first not believe it when you two showed up “The High Priestess is already very keen to meet you again” Al Kazeem told his victim almost friendly.
Now Evie froze. Memories floated back of those dreadful hours in the asylum “Happy memories? I take it?” the Egyptian mocked her “Yes, you will go on a trip, whereas your friend here” he nodded at Kate who had begun to stir will be my new concubine!”
A muffled growl told Evie that Kate was awake now “I really would like to continue our conversation, but you have a flight to catch – and I need to prepare you for your trip!” Evie supressed her fear with all the willpower she could muster as Al Kazeem produced a filled syringe and walked towards Evie “There is nothing to fear, Professor – this injection will just make you docile so that I can mummify you with all due diligence. I hate sloppy work!”
Al Kazeem gripped Evie´s head with one hand to hold it steady and rammed the injection in her neck with the other. A hot sensation shot through her body – then she realized that she had no control over her body anymore – she was paralyzed! Quickly her captor cut the ropes which held her the chair. Her arms and legs flopped down. “First” al Kazeem explained “we have to undress you and clean you from the inside …
Kate groaned softly. It took a while till she realized her predicament. She was cold she laid on something hard and cold. Methodically she checked her bonds “I am tied in one of the cruellest hogties I have ever tied in. If I move my toes, I have the feeling, my scalp is ripped off, if I try to move my wrists, the dammed crotch rope cuts me in two. The cruel nipple clamps hurt like hell”
The detective had been so preoccupied that only now she heard Al Kazeem talking “I hope you have enjoyed the enema Professor Callahan!” Kate could hear only what was going on since their captor was acting behind her back. She growled angrily in her gag “Do you see Professor the good Captain is awake!” Kazeem was obviously delighted “If I could only lay my hands on him!” Kate fumed.
Evie had deeply blushed as the enema had been administered; the wretched business had been so humiliating! Limp like a large ragdoll she hung from the ceiling by her wrists. Her ankles had been shackled three feet apart.
Kazeem had clearly enjoyed touching her at her most intimate places. The Egyptian lowered her down till she came to rest on the icy cold stone floor. He removed the shackles and hefted her up with surprising ease on his left should feet forward, her head hanging down on his back. His calloused hand rested on her butt and squeezed it. Evie wanted to protest but no sound escaped her mouth.
“Time to prepare you for your journey!” Kazeem lowered Evie down on the second stone table. Unblinkingly she stared at the ceiling which was covered in scenes from the book of the dead “They are made very good” her professional mind told her. With practised and precise motions Kazeem set to work. Obviously he planned to mummify her alive!
Thirty Minutes later Evie still stared at the ceiling. But by now her eyes were the only part of her body not covered into an intricate of precisely and aesthetically pleasing web of dozen of roles of white linen bandages which compressed her body evenly on all sides.
Evie lay flat inside on the stone table. As tightly mummified as she was, she could not move a muscle. If she could have seen herself in a mirror, she would have detected that only her eyes and the tip of her nose were not enshrouded by bandages.
She had been plugged both ways, a task that Kazeem had obviously taken great pleasure in. The bastard had complimented her on her “perfectly trimmed Brazilian landing strip” That her arms had been wrapped tightly behind her back did not help. She could move her wrapped feet a little, since the drug was obviously wearing off but that was the only movement possible.
Each toe and each foot had been wrapped separately. Evie´s Mouth had been packed to capacity with gauze. To be honest? Beyond capacity? No: Way beyond capacity. She had had the feeling to suffocate when Kazeem had stuffed her mouth full to the brim.
She could not know it, but the Egyptian had unfolded and spread a square of fine gauze on the free area of the stone table, opened the jar of herbs (releasing a pungent, spicy odour into the cold air), carefully loaded a steel spatula, and sprinkled the green flecks over the white gaze. This had been repeated until the gauze was lightly covered over its entire surface. The jar was restoppered and the gauze rolled into a long, thin cylinder.
A second square of gauze was unfolded, and the cylinder was carefully arranged "S"-fashion on its surface, then the second gauze was folded and rolled over the first, producing a smooth, white, cylinder, perhaps six inches long and four in diameter; this had ben tucked into a gauze tube which stretched over the cylinder like a fine, taut net. The final result was like a fat, short, white sausage. To get that sausage in her unresisting mouth had cost Kazeem some effort.
The herbs inside the gauze caused her body heat to rise and a steadily growing feeling of arousal. By now Evie was so horny that she would have ravished a goat on the spot. She moaned and strained against her cocoon.
What she also did not know: The bandages plugging her vagina and anus had been prepared the same way as the gag it was only a matter of time, till she had her first orgasm. And she could do nothing about it, her body acted on its own.
Her skin was extremely sensitive: Before she had been wrapped, every square inch of her skin had been oiled. The herbs in it had made her skin 10 times more sensible to the slightest touch.
“We are almost ready Professor” Kazeem walked away, she heard him groaning and the creaking of rolls on the floor; obviously whatever he was rolling was heavy “My dear Professor if you could only see what see!” the corrupt arts dealer teased her.
With ease he lifted her now pretty stiff body up and let her down again. Evie screamed into her tightly gagged mouth “He had put me into a wooden sarcophagus!” “I don´t see why you are scared Professor” Kazeem was clearly amused by her panic “You travel in style: The sarcophagus is well padded, your head rests on a soft cushion and the air supply lasts for 24 hours” Kazeem bowed down to her and it became dark he covered her eyes with pads of gauze which he taped in place. Then he wrapped her eyes “Oh Professor if you could only see the beautiful death mask – it was meant for someone different but it will fit you well. Evie felt that the death mask was put on her head.
Evie was now deprived of almost all her senses. She could not move, not speak, not see only feel and hear. And she would lose her hearing sense soon too:
“I will set your ear buds on noise cancelling mode have a short talk with Captain Beckett and then we have to hurry, we have a flight to catch!” He set her ear buds on sound cancelling mode.
Now Evie was deaf, dumb and mute and entirely alone in her small dark world. She tried to control her breathing “I must not panic” she admonished herself. Chris and her friends would rescue them – she willed herself to believe that. But only after the next wave of panic had subsided, her breathing slowed.
Kate had cursed the fact that she could not see what was happening to Evie, as she heard the last words of that asshole Kazeem she renewed her struggles and cursed into her gag. Her struggles got her nothing of course only more discomfort: the ropes cut deep into her skin. Especially in the soft flesh of her big toes and in her nether regions, her body started to cramp – and she could do nothing about it. Despite the cold she began to sweat profusely
“My dear Kate – you don´t mind if I am calling you Kate?” Kazeem loomed over her, she had to strain her tormented neck even more to look him in the eyes “Of course I do mind you bloody bastard” Kate fumed and told the Egyptian so, only small muffled noises escaped her heavily gagged mouth though.
“You are still making too much noise we will have to do something about that! Your husband was a lucky man!” He told her gleefully “The High Priestess has kindly allowed me to keep you as my personal sex slave – and believe me: we have plenty of time to get to know each other better!” The detective just furiously stared at him – “it takes more to intimidate me!” Kate thought “Ah, such spirit! I love that in a woman!” It is a shame to cover your beautiful eyes for a time. But it will help you to meditate” “F*ck meditation” Kate cursed into her gag.
She felt that Kazeem cut the rope which connected her toes to her braided hair. The relief was instantaneous – but short lived as she found out soon enough. She had just gotten some feeling into her toes again as Kazeem stepped into her field of vision again presenting a heavy helmet made entirely of black leather – it was obviously heavily padded in certain areas. “Before we adorn your beautiful head with this leather helmet let us take care of your hearing.
Kate knew she was fighting a lost battle, but was resolved to make Kazeem´s work as hard as possible. She shook her head frantically. In the end a heavily breathing Kazeem towered over her. Kate could still hear – but that would change she knew “You will pay for that little stunt Kate” not angry in the slightest – clearly amused “I like spunk in a woman”
“Stop struggling or I will punish the good Professor!” Kate stopped her efforts immediately. Stoically she let the Egyptian put the helmet on her head. Kate felt her head compressed on all sides as the arts dealer pulled the strings cruelly tight. The contraption was heavily padded over the mouth, the ears and the eyes.
But Kazeem was not done yet: He took three heavily padded leather straps: one went across the mouth area the second were the eyes were and the third across the crown of her head and under her chin – forcing her jaws together.
“What is he doing now?” Kate wondered, trying to come to terms with the immense pressure around her head. She felt a sharp pull at her toes as the string was connected to a d-ring on the crown of her head. Her former predicament had been cruel – but this one was even more so, Kate was flexible – but now she had the feeling her back would break, breathing too became difficult
“Use the time well Kate!” Kazeem told her sweetly – and all noise was cancelled out. She was alone but not before he gave her a shove so that she landed hard on her tormented breasts. The sudden movement caused the crotch rope to cut deep into her. Kate would have screamed if she had been able to.
Only slowly her laboured breathing returned to normal. She was slowly rocking forwards and backwards. The only thing she could hear was the blood pounding in her ears. Help would come, she was sure of it, but would it come in time to rescue Evie?