Bride of the Mummy King

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Naughty Nights and Kinky Tales Story #2

A spooky story of Evie by KatieD

My horror story begins, as many bad experiences in life do, with eating a salad.  And to this day, I’ve never eaten one since.  Aly, have you ever seen me eat a salad?

Aly looked at me quizzically.  “Well, no…but how…”

Well, actually, the story really started earlier that day.  But the salad was the point it definitely started going badly for me.  I was on a long overseas mission, back-tracing the moves of the spy Vyndra before she came to Rith.

Aly perked up  “Oh!  The one who taught you smooshing?  Tell that story!”  

“Maybe later,” I told her, and ignored the fact that now they all were looking at me quizzically.

Anyway, part of Vyndra’s network was involved in swindling indigenous tribes of their artifacts and treasures to fund their organization.  I wanted to learn more about the sources of the artifacts themselves.

At this point in my mission I had hooked up with a Rithian Marine by the name of Dirk Roughride, and…

“Oh I bet you ‘hooked up’ with him, you trollop.” Elspeth sneered.

Aya nudged her.  “Hush, Els.  You’re just mad he left you tied up in a seaside cabana.”  

Elspeth responded to Aya with a look of mock indignation.

ANYWAY, back to MY story, Dirk escorted me to a village that had been inhabited for centuries and still lived in a primitive way, with primitive beliefs.  They worshipped a sun god, they built pyramids, and they mummified their dead.

Dirk told me that the tribe was ruled by a queen, which he said was very unusual for what was considered a patriarchal society.  He introduced me to her, and I found her as enchanting as she seemed to find me.  Dirk had warned me that the queen would speak more openly with him alone, and suggested I tour the village with some of her attendants.

When I returned, the queen presented me with some beautiful gemstone earrings that matched the color of my eyes, and a large stone on a necklace–all set in real gold.  Aquamarine, she said, was the name of the stone, and that it was mined by her tribe.  

Dirk was given a heavy bracelet of solid gold and a ring set with a stone that matched mine.  Women of the tribe also brought us food for our return journey: some dried meats, nuts, berries, and vegetables.

After we had said our goodbyes and were returning to our hotel in the port city, I asked him about the gifts, and what he had learned.  He told me that the queen was showing her gratitude for the help he promised.  The antiquities trade was undermining her reign as queen, and he promised her we would help her consolidate power.

I asked him how we were going to do that, as we walked into the hotel.  He laughed and said, ‘let’s discuss it over dinner.’  He held up the bags of food from the tribe, and said he would make the meal while I got washed up and changed.  ‘Put on something sexy,’ he told me with a wink.

As Elspeth will attest, Dirk’s pretty easy on the eyes.  So the thought of a nice dinner together was…appetizing, let’s say.  I put on a wispy little sleeveless dress in a bright white so the gemstones–and my eyes–would really stand out.  Plus, the southern sun had turned my skin a lovely bronze color…

A snort of derision interrupted me, followed by Tia’s grumble, “sure likes describing herself…”

“Shhh, Hot-Tits!  Details are critical to a good tale!  Go on, Evie…”

My scowl at Tia was replaced by a grin at the rare compliment from Prim, and I continued on.  

So, I got to his room, and he’d set up a little table with a linen and everything, glasses of tea over ice, and bowls of some leafy green plants.  On top of the leaves he had sprinkled the nuts, berries, and slices of the dried meat.  ‘What in the world is this?’ I asked him.

‘It’s called a salad,’ he told me, and it’s supposedly healthy.  As a fan of slabs of meat with hunks of bread, I generally associated green colors with food that had overstayed its welcome.  ‘No, it’s good for you,’ he insisted.

He handed me my tea and we clinked glasses.  Its initial bitterness gave way to a crisp sweetness that made my mouth tingle and made my eyes perk up like strong coffee.  ‘Refreshing!’ I told him while we sat down to eat.

I had to admit, the salad wasn’t as bad as it looked, for what that’s worth.  The leaves had a scent I couldn’t quite place, and gave off a tingle in my mouth similar to the tea, and the little red berries mixed in had a similar effect.  Dirk picked out the nuts and meat from his salad first–a bad habit of eating all the goodies first, he explained.

After several bites, my head started buzzing like I’d had way too much coffee.  The tingling in my mouth was becoming a numbness, and I was beginning to feel it in my fingers and toes as well.  It was like I had drunk too much wine…but yet I was wide awake.  

I looked up at Dirk, and he was watching me intently.  

‘What…have…you…done’…I stammered, and tried to get to my feet.  My legs were weak and I sank to one knee, then slumped on the floor.

Dealing in stolen antiquities was for lowlifes, he told me.  He said here was a plant the queen’s tribe grew that had some unique effects on people.  He called it coca, and said that once he knew how to refine the leaves and berries, he’d be the richest man in the region.

‘Gonna…kill…you’…I snarled, each word coming at the expense of a labored breath.

‘I’m sorry, Evie,’ he said with a grim look.  ‘But I’m afraid the queen’s plans for you won’t give you the chance.’  

I was still wide awake, and hyper-aware of my surroundings…I could feel the hard floor beneath me, and I could feel as he plucked the earrings from my lobes, and yanked away the chain of the necklace–but I couldn’t move at all.

Two of the queen’s attendants walked in, wearing modern clothes.  They worked quickly and efficiently, binding my wrists tightly in front and securing my knees and ankles together.  A ball made of green leaves and strung on a length of twine was fitted between my teeth, and I could already feel the tingling of the crushed leaves on my tongue as it was knotted behind my head.  

I knew they could keep me in this helpless state indefinitely.

The two women lifted me up with surprising strength, and I was whisked away out of the back of the hotel and into the back of a waiting wagon.  They didn’t bother blindfolding me–so I could see that we were taking the roads that led back to their village.  That also meant that this time it would be a one-way trip.

~~~~~

When we arrived, my ankles and knees were untied and I was half-led/half-dragged to the queen’s throne room.  The two attendants held me in a kneeling position before her.  The gag of leaves was removed, and very slowly I could feel the numbness leaving my tongue.

The queen seemed inordinately pleased to see me, and her monologuing exposition soon explained why.  The king had died suddenly, and without an heir.  So far she and her female warrior attendants had been able to hang on to power by invoking the will of their sun-god, but the elder males of the tribe were threatening to usurp her.  

Her high priestess had suggested that through a special ceremony, the sun god would provide a male heir of the deceased king.  However, the queen was known to be beyond child-bearing age.  ‘But the sun god can create miracles through a volunteering surrogate,’ croaked an older woman in an elaborate headdress and carrying a staff with a carving of the sun.  The priestess in question, I presumed.

‘And that is where you come into the picture, my lovely,’ the queen had told me, brushing hair from my face and stroking my cheek.  She told me that the mummy of her husband was entombed in the pyramid at the opposite end of the village.  Tomorrow I would be taken there and brought inside his tomb, and then just before noon the sun god’s ceremony would begin.  

At high noon, the king’s mummified remains would be brought to life, he would mate with me, and I would produce the male heir that would be presented to the crowd, and thus guarantee the queen’s position as guardian of the new king.

By this time, my tongue had recovered to the point I was able to mumble, “I don’t think you understand how baby-making works.  There’s a time element, and other logistical challenges.  Like whether or not your dead husband can still get it up.”

For an old gal, the priestess moved pretty quickly, and I felt the sting across my rear as she struck me with her staff.  ‘Impudent whore!’ she snarled.

“That priestess lady might be a good judge of character,” Elspeth spoke up, “but she can’t just make you…”  For once, Elspeth looked as if words failed her.

“No, no, there’s more to the story, hang on,” I assured her.

‘Silly girl,’ the queen had said, patting my cheek condescendingly.  The sun god works in mysterious ways.  An infant would hardly make for a suitable king, would he?  She turned, and called out, ‘Aapo, come forward.’

A young man stepped forward and bowed, saying ‘my queen.’  He could not have been more than 20 years old, and likely fewer.  Dark eyes peered from under straight dark hair, above a squared chin and bright smile.  And as my eyes drifted lower, I had to admit, the queen had pretty good taste in lovers.  

“Mmmmmm…” came a low sigh from Millie.  When everyone turned to her, she blushed, and said, “what??”

The queen continued in her exposition, saying:  ‘shortly after noon, Aapo will emerge from the tomb as the gift granted to our tribe by the sun god.  He will rule our people, with the help, of course, of his matronly guardian.’  

The priestess shot the queen a look.  ‘Guardians,’ the queen corrected herself.

‘And what about me, then?’ I asked her.  ‘Does the new king’s baby-momma get to live?’

‘Oh, yes!’  She responded.  ‘The vessel who brought forth our king will hold an exalted position as one of my attendants.  As long as you continue to amuse and please me, that is.’

‘After that, you become mine,’ added the priestess with an evil smirk.

I gave them both a sugar-sweet smile.  ‘Gosh,’ I told them, ‘I’m so incredibly flattered, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to decline your generous offer.  I’ve got places to be, people to see, an ex-lover to make die slowly…’

“See!  I told you they hooked up before I met him!” Elspeth hissed.

Aya patted her arm.  “Not the time or the place, Els.”

“IF I may continue,” I said while smirking at Elspeth.  “At least I didn’t make you take sloppy seconds for storytelling.”

“Ooooh sick burn,” Bree giggled while Elspeth seethed.

“MOVING ON,” I said to the group.

So the queen patted me on the head again.  ‘Oh, my lovely, you simply don’t have a choice in the matter.  Think how deeply disappointed the priestess and I would be if you mucked up our perfect plan.’

Meanwhile the priestess held up the leafy gag.  ‘If you resist, these coca leaves can be shoved other places than just in your smart mouth,’ she warned.

I heard a gasp that could only have come from Millie.

‘I just know you’re going to cooperate like the good volunteer you are,’ the queen continued.

She told me she wanted to take a better look at the ‘vessel the sun god has brought our tribe.’  She hooked her fingers under the slender straps of my white dress and tugged them down over my shoulders.  When she struggled to pull the snug fabric down over my breasts, she reached inside my cleavage and tore it down the middle.

“Ooh, I was so mad!” I told the girls.  “That dress cost a week’s worth of pay.  It was so pretty…”

“Don’t worry Evie, I’ll make you one just like it.”  Laressa offered.  “And I won’t charge you a week’s pay, we can work out something.”  Her sly wink went unnoticed by the rest.  

‘Deal’ I mouthed back at her, nodding.

The queen continued looking me over while the priestess moved around for a better look.  ‘Let’s see,’ the queen cooed.  ‘Nice broad birthing hips, generous breasts for feeding the new king.’  I swore I heard a sharp cough from Aapo.  Dream on, pretty boy.

‘Well if you wanted wide hips and big tits, I can introduce you to my friend Elspeth,’ I told the queen.

“That’s it!” Elspeth growled, and started to stand.  Aya struggled to hold her back.

“Evie!  Be nice!” Aly snapped, uncharacteristically direct with me.

“Hey, hey, I’m sorry, Els,” I said, my hands held out toward her.  “That one I was just repeating what I said at the time.  I’ll be nice from now on, I promise.  No more teasing.”

“Wrap it up,” Elspeth muttered, sitting back down.  “Your boring story is going to be longer than mine.”

“What did the queen say next, Evie?” Aly asked, determined to keep storytime going.

The queen motioned to the two attendants to help me try to stand.  “Take her to the royal bath house.  We should probably wash her and anoint her with oils and aphrodisiacs and such.  To prepare her for the sun god and our king, of course.  Wouldn’t you think, priestess?”

“I’m in,” nodded the priestess.  “We’ve got like twelve hours to kill, might as well make them fun.”

~~~~~

Late the following morning, I was led out into the sun and down the steps of the royal palace by the same two attendants.  I was completely naked, as I had been since my dress had been forcibly torn from me the night before.  

This time my wrists and elbows were bound behind me, and I again wore a leafy ball-gag…though with considerably fewer leaves than the night before.  Apparently they just wanted my resistance dulled, not broken.  

In the unlikely event I did try something, each attendant held the end of a rope that was looped around my neck, and in the other hand, each held a mace with a head in the shape of the sun.  A very spiky sun.

The long common area stretched for what looked like a mile to the king’s pyramid at the other end, and it appeared every villager and all their distant relatives filled the distance between with the sounds of raucous cheers and jeers.  

The queen was perched on one of those chairs with long poles attached to it so that four attendants could lift and carry her.  The rest of the attendants trailed behind, led by the priestess who seemed to be slightly annoyed at having to walk while her co-conspirator rode in style.  

I was nudged out to fall in step behind them.  Moving through the crowd, I could see the joy and happy cheers for the queen turn to curious looks and murmured commentary for me.  Some were looks of scorn, some were of pity, and some were pure lust.

It seemed like it took forever to reach the king’s pyramid–the queen was really putting on a show.  The queen waited on a ledge halfway up the pyramid while I was helped up the steps, struggling with my sluggish limbs.  She stood beside a low stone altar near the front ledge.  I did not like the looks of that altar.  

I was made to kneel, naked, at the queen’s side while she gave an impassioned speech about how the sun god had blessed the tribe.  How the sun god had chosen my loins as the gateway for their new king, and how the sun god would provide an heir as if the new king would spring forth from the sun god’s loins as well as the loins of the deceased king.  

There was far too much talk of loins for my comfort.

On the altar was a sort of frame on long poles.  It was a series of crossbars mounted on short vertical posts of varying heights.  I studied it for a moment but could not determine what it was for.  I was pretty sure, though, I knew who it was for.

The attendants began moving the crossbars and I began to get the picture.  They placed me on the altar on my knees and bent me forward over the tallest crossbar.  My chest rested on a lower crossbar right above my breasts. 

A crossbar was placed behind my knees.  My ankles and knees were secured apart to the uprights.  After that, more crossbars were added over my shoulders and under my breasts. Only then were my wrists and elbows untied and then re-tied separately to the frame.  

Now, my head and chest were pinned low, while my legs were spread and my rear was held upward in a most undignified manner–and my ‘loins’ were spread and accessible to anyone:  queen, king, priestess or sun god.

At a signal from the priestess, two attendants brought forth clay pots and poured them over my back.  The oils within had been warmed, and several hands joined in to help spread the oil over my body.  I lost count of how many warm slippery hands were upon me.  I lost count of how many hands slipped furtively in and out between my legs and around my nipples.  It was a lot.

At that point I had almost forgotten the part about a mummy king.  The queen said the sun god had ‘decreed’ the king needed a mummy concubine.  That’s when the wrapping started.  Those attendants really enjoyed their job; they must be paid by the meter–or kilometer–of wrapping.  

Around and around they wrapped, layer upon layer, from my chin to my toes and everywhere in between.  They even made a point of individually wrapping my breasts, around and between.

As far as I could tell, the only parts of me not wrapped were my head and fingers–and a gap that exposed my rear and down between my legs.  For reasons that were now very, very obvious to everyone in attendance.  

I stopped and glanced at the girls, as they all had fallen silent.  All were staring except Laressa.  She was looking at me differently–like she was taking measure of me.  For the dress, probably.

In the late morning sun it was getting very warm under all that wrapping.  Of course, it wasn’t the only reason I was getting warm.  Surely the priestess also anticipated this, because she walked all the way around me, tracing her fingertips over me as she went.  

She slid them along–and in–the gap in the wrapping between my legs.  Then I gasped as her wet fingertips told me my nipples had also been left unwrapped.  That actually wasn’t a surprise.

A quiet cough from the queen made the priestess jolt and let go of the nipple she was pinching.  ‘Ready?’ the queen hissed.  The priestess looked up at the sky, squinting into the sun, as if estimating the time.  She caught the queen’s eye, shrugged, and said, ‘close enough.’

‘Let the ceremony begin!’ the queen called out, ‘and may the sun god look favorably on the vessel for our king!’  Four attendants stepped forward and lifted me up on the frame.  They brought me to the front of the ledge so that the crowd could cheer and jeer some more, then turned toward a doorway leading into the pyramid.

As we passed the queen, she whispered, ‘don’t worry, someone will come by to retrieve you…eventually….’

Inside the pyramid was a large open chamber, with a sarcophagus as the central feature on the wall.  It was there that I was carried and placed on the floor, my upturned rear before it.  ‘So you’re the first thing the king sees,’ an attendant whispered.  

I wondered if she was serious for a moment, perhaps she wasn’t in on the pyramid scheme.  Her giggle gave her away as she took her place on guard duty, with the others.  Since I wasn’t going anywhere, I assumed they were guarding me from any intruders.

The chamber was illuminated by a beam of light from the roof creating a circle of sunlight on the floor.  As a few moments passed in silence, I noticed the circle of light coming closer.  I realized that when the sun was directly overhead, the sarcophagus–and I–would be within it.  That explained what we were waiting for.

Aapo stepped from the shadows, bare chested and wearing only a white loincloth.  I averted my eyes.  The last thing I wanted was to call attention to myself.  That was an impossible ask, as it turned out.  He strode directly over and squatted down before me so he could look into my eyes.

‘Supposedly you’re my father’s concubine,’ he said softly.  ‘But when I am king, you will be mine.’  He reached forward and removed the leafy gag from my mouth.

‘Your queen and your auntie might have something to say about that.’ I replied, looking him directly in the eye.

‘I see.  Perhaps you should offer a display of loyalty to your future king, so I don’t decide to have you beheaded along with my queen and her horrid priestess.’  He glanced at the approaching circle of light.  ‘I think we have time.’

I gave him the most disgusted look I could manage.  ‘Aapo, that’s an indecent request to make of the mother who is about to birth you.  And in front of my guards!’

He laughed.  ‘No one in the tribe will believe you are my mother, least of all these guards.’  He dropped his loincloth to his feet.  ‘Now will you give me head, or will I take yours?’

I sighed.  ‘When you put it that way…’  I opened my mouth with my tongue out to accept him.

I took my time.  On the off chance I would belong to him, I’d better make a good first impression.

Aapo glanced again at the approaching light.  ‘Hurry, girl, you must be done by noon.’

‘Mmmmph,’ I answered.  I knew how to finish him off, and I also knew how to make it last.  He was the one on a deadline, not me–or so I thought.

When the light enveloped the sarcophagus, there was a low moan from inside.  Everyone in the room froze, including me and my tongue.  ‘Did you hear that?’ One guard asked another.

Before the other could answer, there was a loud bang from inside it, and it sounded like the lid shook.  I could see looks of fear on the guard’s faces, and Aapo whined, ‘what the…’  Positioned and restrained as I was, I couldn’t see much else.

The circle of light was now perfectly around us, and there was an even louder bang from behind me.  The lid apparently crashed to the floor, and a loud, eerie cry came from behind me.

The guards dropped their maces and ran screaming for the door.  Aapo turned to run, and tripped over his loincloth.  He kicked it off and ran naked, screaming louder than the guards.

I still couldn’t see what was making the noise behind me, but I had a pretty good idea.  I just didn’t know HOW.  How could they have raised the king from the dead, even accidentally?  And Holy Ones, what did he think of what I was offering him at the moment??

A loud ‘Hrrh??’ from behind me answered that.  I heard him shuffling closer behind me across the stone floor.  A massive hand landed on my left hip.  And then what must have been a cloth-covered thumb began rubbing between my legs!

I gasped in spite of my best efforts to be calm.  What the hell was this monster behind me, what else was he going to do to me, and most importantly, why did it have to feel so damn good??

I looked around the group surrounding the fire, expecting some smart-ass comment from someone..but they all were staring at me wide-eyed, hanging on my every word.  I probably should have ordered popcorn from the bar.  

The stroking thumb was relentless, and soon I was moaning and trying to writhe my wrapped and pinned hips in vain.  There seemed to be no escape and no letup…until he abruptly stopped, and placed his hand on my right hip.  

I thought I knew what was coming next, but nothing could have prepared me for…

I paused and looked around the group again.  

Aly was visibly salivating.  Bree’s hand had slipped between her own thighs, intentionally or not.  Millie was so red, she looked like she was about to explode.  Elspeth smirked, her curiosity piqued, while Aya, inscrutable as always, idly traced her finger above her own breast.  Prim moved to put her hand on Tia’s thigh, the latter brushing it aside (in their ongoing dance).  Laressa was slowly wrapping her long hair around her own fingers…tightly.  She licked her lips and winked at me again.

…nothing could have prepared me for the heat and size of the cock that slid inside me.  And how smooth it was…not a hint of cloth strips to be felt…how did he get it unwrapped so quickly…and why did it feel…familiar…even the rhythm of his strokes was familiar…

‘Dammit, Dirk!’ I shouted.  ‘What the hell are you playing at??  You are so fucking dead!’  I tried to thrash about and pull away, but the bars held me secure.

‘Actually, Evie, I’m the un-dead, fucking,’ he laughed.  He also didn’t slow down his deep thrusts into me.

‘Arrrrrrgh!’ I cried out in frustration.  Partly because I was helpless to stop him…mostly because I didn’t want him to.  ‘Dammit, Dirk,’ I repeated, but didn’t follow it up with any more protests.

‘I’ll explain everything, Evie…in just…a few…more minutes…’

‘Fine,’ I growled between heavy breaths.  I’d caught his rhythm now, and it wasn’t going to take either of us a few minutes.

A moment later, after we both had made the chamber echo with the sounds of our mutual release, he walked around in front of me.  I resisted the urge to request round two.

He held a knife where I could see it, but non-threateningly.  ‘I’m going to cut you loose, but you have to listen to me, ok?  Listen before kill, yes?’

‘Yes,’ I responded grudgingly. “Listen before kill.  For now.’

‘Good.  Because if the tribal elders lied to me, the queen and priestess will be coming in that door any second.’  He began cutting the ropes that held me to the frame.  When no one came looking for us, he continued.  ‘It’s all over, we’ve taken down the whole operation.’

‘We?  I mean, we what?’

‘The queen.  She and her sister the priestess have been selling out the tribe for years, selling their artifacts to the traders.  I used the jewels and names she gave us to bait the traders and they were all captured by the tribe’s warriors this morning.  They’re probably all dead by now.’

A mighty roar came from the direction of the door, and Dirk began removing the crossbars that held me in my awkward position.  ‘That sounds like the queen and her sister may have met their fate, too.  And that smug little boy toy of hers, I hope.’

He helped me to my feet, and took a wary step back to see how I’d react.  When I didn’t immediately kill him, he grinned.  ‘I don’t suppose you’ll forgive me soon, but I promise, we couldn’t have done this without you.  Now how about we get the hell out of here?’

‘I don’t think I can run in these wraps,’ I said, looking down at my arms and legs that refused to bend properly.  I didn’t even want to think what I looked like, standing there wrapped up with select parts of me exposed.  

‘No worries, I’ve got ya.’  He picked me up and slung me roughly over his shoulder.  I felt an instant..something.  Having him pick me up and toss me around made me feel so…whew, it was hot in all this wrapping!  Must be all the herbal oils.

‘Gonna carry you out of here all hero-like,’ he said, breaking my decadent lines of thought.  He gave my upturned rear a swat.  ‘You can thank me later.’

‘Thank you??  I haven’t completely decided not to kill you, so don’t push your luck…’

~~~~~~

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One thought on “Bride of the Mummy King

  1. Marvelous! Magnificient! M … something else meaning praise! Well done!

    “Listen before kill” …. Almost seems like a movie title. James Bond in: Listen Before Killing …

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