Lord Anubis takes time to appreciate his High Priestess, enjoying her, embracing her, and gifting her playthings to torment.

My priestess. 

Words boomed in her mind, as they always did. Like a low thunderstorm rolling over the plains, it was distant but she heard every word, internalizing every command.

Eons of edging. Years of need. She was something More than ordinary, her body and mind shaped. Improved to his will, his own twisted vision of beauty and glamor. She didn’t mind. Lord Anubis had a wonderful vision, and his ideas of beauty and attraction were transcendent. Soon, there’d be more beauty in the world as he reclaimed his realm.

She wore an outfit of black, gold, and blue. It was an intimidating and regal suit of the same tight and enchanted latex; thick, squeaky, mobile, sensual. Restrictive to move in, yet liberating to wear. It was all the same rubber, despite the colors; only a few elements were real gold. In the case of the High Priestess, it was her earrings, her bracers, and her collar.

At times, she’d wear ceremonial robes, a waistcloth, or other accouterments. But almost always, she wore a beautiful mask of Bastet. It was something that had taken months and years to design and enchant. But that was of course time well spent in her rubber tomb, awaiting the day of her release and transformation. She was almost always seen wearing it; eyes hidden and mouth sealed over a titanic plug. There was no need to use her mouth, for the gems and enchantments allowed her telepathic connections with her servants and sole master. The rare times when she didn’t wear it were Occasions.

Today was one such occasion. She had just spent a week in her rubber tomb, her body squeezed and compressed and wrapped, hugged from all sides, and left to squirm in erotic agony. Anubis had even come to use her mouth once. The firm feeling of his massive hands, her total immobility, and her waiting mouth; that was the only succor she’d had, the only departure she’d been granted from her tomb.

It was in order to ‘charge’ her up with magic, energy, puissance, allure. A recent group of converts had been added. Only when she helped to convert them would she be rewarded, provided with them as playthings. A rare moment of bliss, going over the edge with the newest members of the Kingdom. Such a compensation was not unheard of in the kingdom of Lord Anubis.

On a long stone table, cushioned with squish pads, and wrapped up in stunning bandages was Cinua. The assassin had never left his most recent job, and now his fate was sealed. He was tied not just to Lord Anubis, but to the High Priestess now.

Wrapped up in tight linen bandages from stem to stern, leaving his head unwrapped… for now. The Priestess had him ungagged, for she had quite a full suite of mouth-filling already prepared. Cinua, this little visitor, was special to her; he was going to be a gift to the Priestess for many years of loyalty, and for excellent work converting new adherents to the Pharaoh. He was to be the personal toy of the Priestess; hers to use and abuse, to edge and envy and encase. And now, he was strapped down to a padded plinth awaiting his fate.

“Once you are gagged,” said the Priestess, “I’m not sure when, or if, I’ll ever let you speak again. I almost prefer knowing your mouth is packed, filled to the brim, and sealed shut permanently with magical bandages. But then again, if I did that, I wouldn’t be able to hear you plead. I must meditate on this.”

Cinua snarled. “Oh just you WAIT, if you want to meditate, I’ll be sticking you somewhere cold and dark. You’ll have LOTS of time to think about being bested by me when-”

Lord Anubis made both of them quiet. He seemingly glided into the room. He turned gently to his lovely priestess, staring at her with glowing eyes. She blushed, though nobody could see it. He could feel it. Anubis reached under her mask and slowly lifted her head up. The priestess felt the mask coming off, removed for the first time in a long time; Anubis was enjoying the feeling of seeing her face, however briefly. A fat gag slid over her tongue, exiting her mouth as the mask’s glow faded, removed from its source of magical energy.

The Priestess exhaled. Hot breath spilled from her mouth. Small threads of saliva formed between her mouth and the gag as the massive plug exited her lips. She closed her mouth reflexively. Anubis wiped the saliva away. The Priestess’s face wore an arcane rubber mask, with openings only for her eyes and mouth but otherwise totally coating her face.

That must go, he said, wiping off her face.

My priestess shall be unblemished. 

Anubis led his priestess back to the conversion machine. She looked puzzled. Normally, nobody else was ever allowed to see her face without the mask save Anubis. The golden lord stared at the captured assassin, still growling in anger.

Quiet. 

Look at that beautiful face. Memorize it. My beautiful priestess will be your new mistress.

You will become her loyal and obedient plaything. 

The Priestess quivered, turning and looking at Anubis with a quizzical expression.

I give you this subject as a gift. A personal toy. Use it as you see fit. A reward for loyalty and excellent work. 

The Priestess bowed, speaking with lips unused to base speech. “"Thank you for the gracious gift, my lord. It would not have been necessary. To serve you is reward enough.”

Cinua yelped again. “Oh you two are SO cute. I do you both together in just-”

SILENCE.

The pharaoh's words echoed through the room. The captive felt the aura washing over him, and he went silent for a moment.

As I said… 

He turned to the captive, staring at him with unblinking eyes. Memorize this face. It is the last thing you will see. I want you to only see your mistress in front of you at all times. 

He returned his unflinching gaze back towards his priestess, leading her back to her mask. He reached beneath her chin. With a gentle motion, he lifted her head upwards, and he gave his beloved object a long, tender kiss on beautiful lips.

Their eyes met. The connection was deep. Sparks of unnatural lust and energy flowed between them. She felt warmth, heat, fire; his deep love for her as his Supreme Priestess, his personal battery. Cinua snarled, growling once more but neither of the two heard or cared.

After an eternity, the kiss broke.

Time to cover your wonderful face again, my love. 

He took the mask again, pulling it over her head so that its headdress never touched her supple skin or luscious latex. Her mouth was open, willingly feeling the tip of the plug - shaped, of course, like the Pharaoh's manhood - on her lips. It gently, gently slipped past her tongue, deeper into her mouth. Willing lips and tongue tenderly twitched as she felt it fuller, larger. She swallowed, letting it tickle itself deeper into her mouth and throat. Massive, magical, and full; deeper and deeper, all-encompassing, completely packing her mouth. Lord Anubis even had to push a bit, fitting it all the way past her, down to tickle her throat and neck. The priestess felt her toes twitch in delight. It felt so right. Throat and neck bulging against the collar and… it was his cock. She was his. 

The last of the gag fit inside her, and the mask reconnected against her skin. The latex closes the tiny gaps, sealing hermetically once more. The lenses glowed in a dark, arcane purple; the priestess felt her mind and body opening.

He spoke to his priestess mentally, rather than booming through the room.

“I love how well you take the cock.. After years of training, you didn’t gag, not even once.” 

He slid his finger down the cheek of her mask.

“You are my masterpiece. My beautiful supreme priestess.” 

A pleasant, warm lust overtook her. She suckled out of reflex.

“Thank you my lord. I c-crave nothing more than to be your perfect servant. To be your high anointed.” 

She felt it then. The years of training washing over her, the magic, the cruelty, the wrath and the rewards. She was quivering, completely sealed in magical latex from head to toe. There was no escape; not for her, not for her slaves or servants. Nor was there any desire to leave his side. She stirred and her fingers twitched with the thought of the colossal cock inside her mouth. She craved the feeling of the Pharaoh inside her, but this was more than sufficient.

He kissed her one more time on the forehead of her mask.

“Now take care of your present, my beloved. He seems… excited to be yours.” 

He grinned and spoke.

Take care of the screamer. I have more important things to do.

She bowed. The Pharaoh left the room. She stepped up to the altar.