Halloween 2004 by D3_M
It was coming up to another public holiday in my country. Even thought it was a day of no work, our security company had a policy that out of all the workers that worked at a particular site, one person would need to work on a holiday. It was also company policy that the unlucky person would be decided by drawing ping-pong balls. The person with the lowest one would have to work.
I have been quite lucky so far not having to work through any of the holidays and I had prepared my outfit for this years Halloween to scare of the annoying kids that ask for candy. I had just walk into the museum where I worked before a colleague of mine pulled me over and asked that if he was unfortunate enough to drawn a bad one, if I was willing to swap with him. I flatly rejected.
I had to wait for another half hour before the rest of the security personnel arrived. The manager then came with a sleek black bag and the sound of rattling ping-pong balls. I was standing near the door when this happened and he swiftly asks me to take a ball out of the bag. I drew a ‘14’ ball. Must be the highest I thought to myself thinking that the numbers were 1 to 15 and clutching it tight and smiling at everyone.
The manager made his round to everyone before turning the bag inside out to show that it was now completely empty. His familiar wordings of revealing the ball sounded and everyone showed each other their number. As I looked around my heart sank. I saw numbers in the twenties, forties and even a ninety before the manger approached me and congratulated me for being such a hard worker.
Each of the workers then trudged by me offering their thoughts and saying that I would surely do much better next time. The manager then approached me again and reminded me to lock up once they were gone and that under the new rules for ping-pong draws the highest number is 99 and lowest is 01.
After they had all left and I had locked up, I picked up the number ‘14’ ping pong ball and threw it with all my might. I heard it clatter and bounce as it slowly flew around the museum. A loud ‘thwang’ brought me back to my sense and I went to investigate. The ping-pong ball had bounced into the Egyptian history area and had hit the glass plane protecting an ancient Egyptian sarcophagus.
I had heard a story about this sarcophagus and that when it was found the explorers made such a fuss about the rich king or beautiful queen that it must house. They were thoroughly disappointed when they finally opened it for it contained nothing but unraveled bandages. Lots and lots of bandages that had never been used was what the university said about it when it was dated.
I retrieved the ball and retired to the security center where every movement inside and outside the museum could be monitored.
The day was uneventful apart from the odd person asking if the museum was open. I had also made several hourly patrols inside the museum and everything had checked out all right.
It was midnight before I made my next patrol decision. It was boring doing the normal route, which would take me first into Egyptian History then pass the halls into Rome from there you could go back to Napoleon era, British Empire, Spanish Conquest. I was still sitting in my seat when the small watch that I had signaled that it was half past. I decided to skip the patrol itself and just walk into the hall and back again.
I was standing in the main hall leading of to the various sections of history when I heard a moaning emanating from one of the corridors. At first, I thought it was a trick something to scare me that my colleagues left.
The moaning continued for several minutes and I thought that it really was someone in pain. Hurt from trying to get in or something. I picked up my flashlight and went in search of the intruder. The sound came from the Egyptian History area what a coincidence I thought as I bravely strode into the exhibition.
A quick search turned up what I thought it was. A cassette player had been programmed to start its moaning just before the clock struck one. I would find out who did this tomorrow.
I had silence the moaning when the clock struck one. But it was not one that that clock struck. It continued it ringing past five, past eight, past eleven. It finally stopped ringing on … thirteen?
The moaning started as soon as the ringing finished. I checked the cassette again but I could see that it was not even turned on. The moaning was coming from behind me and as I turned to see what was making the noise a loud creaking emerged drowning out the moaning.
I could see it with my own eyes the trick sarcophagus opened slowly. I expected just emptiness but what greeted me was a beautifully bandaged form of a human. The legs of the mummy were bound together preventing it from leaving its prison. As I was admiring the intricate delicacy of the wrappings around it the bandages started unwrapping themselves from its legs slowly from its feet upwards. As its legs were freed the mummified form lurched forwards with its arms crossed over its chest.
I took a step back. Surely this was some sort of playback of a horror movie video. I studied the walls carefully looking for signs that it was a video feed that was being played onto the glass casing that separated the mummy from me.
The mummy was lurching onwards closing the distance between the two and as it advance more bandages were unwinding. The winding had reached its torso and was passing through its legs. As it too several more steps the bindings around its arms were freed and it reached out towards her.
Fight or flight? Flight I chose. I started running towards the figure as it was blocking my way out, when its bandaged right hands stretched out. Instinctively I used my right hand to knock it away from me as I passed to its right. My hand touched its and I could felt that it was solid, but the feeling did last long like a vampire the bandaged hand unraveled itself leaving empty air as my arm passed through it.
I sudden jerk in my break for freedom, away from this monster made me run round. I wondered how the monster had caught me I had knocked its hand away from mine. It was then that I felt my arm being held fast and not just in one place but also from the shoulder all the way down to my hand. I looked at my arm it was now bandaged in sleek white material and at the monster that now had only one arm.
Like a door on a hinge the monster swung me backwards closing me towards it. I felt my back connect with its chest. I elbowed the monster in the chest with my free left hand hoping to get at least some satisfaction that it was a human actor. The monster acted as if it didn’t feel a thing as it use its left hand to grab onto my left wrist. Again I felt the solidarity of the monsters clutch before it dissipated and the bandages spiraled around my arm before tightening their grip. Both my arms were now trapped within its wrappings but the wrapping took up the new shape a much slender arm.
I took several struggling steps forward stretching the bindings that were connecting my new limbs to the armless monster at its shoulders. As I tried to pull away the bindings pulled me back. I could feel it gaining on me as my walk away slowed as he pulled and walked to me.
Was it breathing that I felt on the back of my neck? I used a lot of strength and put a powerful head butt using the back on my head onto the possible nose of the monster. But it was to quick I didn’t even feel the hit before I saw bandages zooming around my head and the quick tightening feeling of it now covering my mouth, nose, ears, hair and neck. Only my eyes were uncovered.
I had jumped back in shock as the winding of my head continued and had stepped on to the toe of the monster’s left foot. I could feel its foot supporting my weight before I fell backwards as the monster wrapped itself around my legs and under my skirt. All the way up to my panties and back down. I was kicking furiously and my shoe flew off! The monster quickly seized this opportunity and finished its bindings around my leg.
What came next was a totally surprise although my wrapped figure now adhered to my body shape my arms and legs that were under the wrappings were not totally under my control. I jerkily began undressing myself. The first to go was my no sleeve blouse, then my blue security guard skirt followed quickly by my panties and bra. Every time I took off an object the arms would jerkily throw them further away from me.
I saw the right foot and torso of the creature hop towards me as I looked behind. With every hope more of it was unwinding until there was nothing there but a pile of bandages snaking their way across the floor. My left leg was the next to go as I lifted it off the floor to avoid the snake like bandage, my right leg bent at the knee making it ground level again. The bandage snake quickly tightened gleefully around my left leg.
I now stood there waiting for the inevitable to happen the eventual wrapping of my body. But to my surprise my arms automatically grasps the air as if it was holding something. A solid gold bra materialized in its grasp and I could see it was slowly making its way towards my now exposed breasts.
A loud ‘click’ from the golden bra confirmed that it was on. As my bandaged hands let go I could feel it hugging me almost teasing me. The control of my hands suddenly returned and I tried to rip the bra away from me but the bra held its grip. I could no longer touch them.
The control of my hands faded from me and again they resumed their grasping shape in the air. Another object entirely made from gold appeared. I could see as it however it that it was a pair of panties and that these panties also contained presents for me.
My hands were again out of control as well as my legs as I stepped into the panties. It was painfully slow as the hands deliberately brushed them against my legs as it work them upwards. But the worse was yet to come. I felt the presents gently press against their openings before being pushed almost fully in when I suddenly gained control of my hands.
Now you know gold is heavy and immediately I used all my strength to stop the panties from smashing down on my feet. I was not strong enough however to keep the panties in place and slowly they slide out exciting me. As soon as the left their openings I lost control again and my hand would jam them upwards before I gained control.
This lasted for several minutes and I my feelings of wanting were totally betraying me from what I really wanted. As the last thrust rammed home I heard the ‘click’ before pleasure swept over me and I sank to the floor.
The last bandage lying on the floor was very quick on the uptake as it swooped around my sinking figure tying up my body in its grasp. I was finally a fully dressed mummy. I felt myself being picked up but not by my will and walked towards the women washrooms. In the mirror that they supplied there I found myself posing in various different forms showing off how well the bandages were and how tightly they hugged and showed off my hips.
I suddenly had this urge to return to the sarcophagus. As I walked slowly towards it my arms automatically crossed themselves in front of me. The bandages flew around them binding them to my body but still allowing me to walk forwards. I passed through the glass leaving it undamaged and stepped into the sarcophagus. Turning around I brought my legs together and felt the binding finished their job totally immobilizing my lower body. That feeling progressed upwards until it reached my shoulders. I closed my eyes and the wrappings stopped once it had fully covered my head.
The loud ‘BONG’ of the main doorbell awoke me. I was startled and looked around at my hands, feet and felt myself all over. The bandages were gone, no longer in the sarcophagus, was correctly dressed and lying on the floor of the security center. A second loud ‘BONG’ told me that someone was at the front door. I grabbed the keys and ran to it, unlocking the doors and letting my replacement team of colleagues in. They asked what took me so long, I told them I was in the toilet when they first rang. I handed over the keys to them so that they could open up the museum for business before heading off home.
When I reached home the first thing I wanted to do was strip and take a shower before hitting the sack. My digital clock told me that today was the 1st of November. I was facing my bathroom mirror and decided to cross my arms just to see what I looked like without bandages. To my horror my mirror image crossed her arms and then turned into a mummified me. The bandages on my mirror form unraveled, I stared at it. The show continued playing and showed me with my limbs free but still mummified posing. I was shocked the curves on the image were brilliant regardless of whether they were front or back or bound in sparkling white bandages.
I was speechless, the film continued and I could see the wrappings unravel around her body just to reveal the set of gold bra and panties that I was force to wear last night. The girl in the mirror then pointed and caressed the golden clothing on her. I panicked and began to strip much to the amusement of the girl in the mirror that was enjoying what I was doing.
Fear struck me, as I looked at my almost naked self, the girl in the mirror was right I was wearing the golden bra and panties but they were not as heavy as last night, they were much lighter and stronger. I struggle to get them off me but the wouldn’t come off. I looked at the girl in the mirror and she was wagging her finger at me. A female voice then spoke or was it me speaking?
“We have become linked in a most amusing way.” it said, “It will take some while to get used to but we seemed to have joined together and can only be reversed at a specified time.”
My faced showed the horror that I was going to wear the bra and panties for an unknown time.
“Don’t worry about going to the washroom.” It continued, “the chemicals used to bind me are now also in you and has slowed down you metabolism. When I leave you, there will be no lasting side-effects.”
The girl in the mirror signaled to the bandages and it began wrapping her up again. I could feel the bandages even though nothing was happening to me wrapping me up. A parting sentence came as an echo.
“I know you enjoyed last night. If you want to I can make it happen every night.”
My heart was being torn in to between happiness and sadness as she faded and the mirror showed my form in the golden underwear. A piece of bandage then snaked it way around from my back. Obviously the girl’s playfulness was imbued in the two-piece set I now was forced to wear.