Karen – The Mummy’s Fortune by MonsterP63
The train was crowded, as it was every Friday afternoon during rush hour. Karen was squeezed in her seat by some large person sitting next to her and the window. She was keeping herself occupied for the commute by watching videos from Shit-Tock, wearing earphones so as not to bother the fellow passengers.
There was this series of clips, of people reading some sort of enchanting formula, apparently found in some Egyptian crypt. It ought to bring fame and fortune to whoever repeated the spell.
She was giggling. Apparently, this spell was written in some strange language and each shit-tocker was telling it with different pronunciation, hoping it would be the right one. Of course, nothing happened. Some of those clips were one month old and none of them had found fame and fortune, so the race to find the right way to say it was still up.
But there was more than just saying the spell the correct way. It had to be written, by hand, using a specific plume and ink, on a very specific type of paper, then said written text had to be exposed to the moonlight of the full Moon, and so forth.
Well, the full Moon was tonight. The sky was clear and on her way from the train station to her home, she was passing a bookstore which also supplies rare writing material. Maybe, just maybe…
The train stopped at her station and she struggled to get out of her seat. Yes the train was crowded but sitting like that, without any room to spread her legs, wearing her tightest jeans, simply impaired the flow of blood in her legs. Feeling the dreadful “numbing needles” she got up and steadied herself on her extreme high heels and walked out of the train, taking a deep breath of fresh air. Well, sort of. Her love of tight clothes also included a very tight leather jacket that was restricting her chest expansion. Oh well, she liked the… challenge.
Heels clicking, butt wiggling, leather creaking, she walked the half-block or so to reach the store. She entered and her sense of smell was struck by the unique perfume of freshly printed books.
She browsed around a few books before heading for the help desk.
“Hello miss, how can I help you?” asked the tall blond woman.
“Hi. Hum… yes. I would like… Erm… Do you have… " stuttered Karen, looking at her phone “… rice and linen parchment paper and…”
The blond woman made a grin, bent down to pick something from behind the desk and pulled out a small cardboard box, putting it on the counter. Karen looked at it. On it, a carefully written calligraphy card stating " The Mummy’s Fortune Spell Kit.”
“Oh… You?…” said Karen.
“Yeah, we…” she answered.
“Uh… Okay then… Woah! That’s expensive!” said Karen, looking at the price tag.
“That’s the price. What is the risk? You will get rich after that spell, right?” said the clerk, visibly annoyed by another shit-tock trend.
“Well… I don’t know. Maybe…” began Karen.
“The ONLY other place you can get those items is at the Southport Novelty Store, and I must advise you that it’s the same price.”
“… and it’s a two hour commute.” added Karen. “I get it. You want to make your fortune with it,” she said with a smirk, giggling. “Can I see what’s inside?”
The clerk smiled and opened the box, revealing the expensive-looking pen, the bottle of ink, and two blank cards. There was also a little dark purple velvet cloth. The clerk folded the box a certain way, put the velvet cloth over it, making a display stand where all the items could be put on, looking quite neat, actually.
“Well, if I think of it as a decorative item, the price seems about right. Still expensive but about right. I’ll take it.” said Karen.
A few moments later, she was walking out with the box in her purse, strutting her way back to her home.
Once there, she simply left her purse on the entrance table and began to prepare her dinner, enjoying her struggles in tight jeans, leather and high heels, often rubbing her tightly encased buns, feeling the single crease created by her tight jeans below her buns. She took pleasure at rubbing her crotch against the countertop. She was already anticipating her evening.
After her meal, she headed for the shower. Taking her tight jeans off was a struggle and the imprint of the side seam was clearly visible on her thighs. She ran a finger over it, feeling it, sending tingling sensations.
After her shower, she went to her bedroom where the clothes for the evening were already all laid out from the morning: a set of latex underwear, a neck entry catsuit with attached toe socks and gloves, and a full hood, including a gag. That was not to prevent her from talking, she was alone, but from snacking while watching TV. So far, it has proved effective.
She began with the red latex panties which included two latex pouches, followed by the latex bra which, on the inside, had little rubber spikes that were sure to stimulate her well. She took two large dildos and carefully inserted them in the pouches of the latex panties, moaning while they went all the way in, biting her lower lip, even playing with them a little, pulling them out, pushing them in, arousing herself.
“Okay, enough teasing.” she said to herself.
She took the pitch black neck entry catsuit. She had made squeezing herself into the thick and tight material a work of art, completing the procedure in less than five minutes. Just before putting her arms in it, she pulled on her tight latex hood, which didn’t had any zipper, making it harder to put on but a joy to wear. She worked the large gag in place, which filled her mouth completely, pinning her tongue down, then placed the large yoke over her shoulders before pulling the suit up, sealing herself in.
She added the ballet boots then stood up, her whole body as steady as a steel bar. Yes, she was good in heels and just perfect in ballet boots. She looked at herself in the long mirror, admiring that shiny black curvy creature. She was usually adding a corset but not this time.
She walked back to the entrance hall to pick up her purse and retrieve the box of goods. She settled at the kitchen table, her latex squeaking with every move. She laid out the items and read the text she had to write on the card. One of her advantages is that, as a hobby, she had once took some courses of calligraphy, so she knew the tricks of the trade and the calligraphy needed was easily achieved.
The package also included the legend. She read it carefully: She had to wait for the full Moon to be up. Then she would write the text under the moonlight only, then read it out loud three times before putting the card on the window sill where the Moon will shine on it for the night. It had, apparently, better chances if one had a second card, which had been exposed to the moonlight for at least an hour, and read it while in bed.
She patiently waited for the full Moon to be up and wrote the text on the two cards. When she tried to read it, she realised that she was… gagged. Oops? Well, all she had to do was take her hood off, right? Well, it wasn’t that simple.
The large yoke was kind of sticking to her suit. so she had to take off her suit, or at least, the upper portion of her suit to do so. The problem? The suit was the thickest and tightest she could put on and take off by herself. And to take it off, she had to be in the shower, the flow of water helping in the process. However, it would mean that she would be flooding her suit, which meant taking it all off.
But… no. She wanted to spend the night in latex. She had dreamed about that evening for the past week.
Oh well. She will mumble it the best as she could and she could always try it on the next full Moon. It was probably just a joke anyway.
Mumbling, her mouth stretched by the large gag, she read the words the best way she could and left the first card there, on the window sill before watching some TV.
Later, she dragged herself to bed. She settled in, playing with her dildos for a few moments. They were not vibrating or anything. They were just there to tease her. She picked the other card she had left on her night table to read it. Again, she mumbled the words and left the card on the night table, the moonlight still catching it and her on the bed.
She quickly fell asleep.
Too quickly fell asleep.
She dreamed. A strange dream. Strange people were floating around her. Their shapes were fuzzy but she seemed to see better. She recognised the shape of a head. A… dog? A… bird? A… snake? Wasn’t those shapes what she saw in Egyptian hieroglyphs? Egyptian symbols? Well, of course. Her thoughts were filled with those legends of Pharaohs and mummies.
She felt being wrapped while floating in some sort of void. There was no wall, ceiling or floor. Her hands were placed in a fist and she was getting wrapped in some white tape. Microfoam tape to be exact. Yeah, of course, the Egyptians had that four thousand years ago. But she liked the feeling, the sensation that her brand was coming up with. The wrapping was now climbing up her arm and she felt the same thing happening on her feet, on her legs, each limb being tightly wrapped individually, tighter and tighter.
She moved, she moaned. Oh, that felt so good.
It reached her crotch. It pushed her dildos further in, increasing her teasing, her pleasure. Moaning, she blinked, making the dream disappear as the sight of her bedroom appeared. She blinked some more, her eyesight adjusting to the lighting coming from the full Moon. Something was weird. Why was the ceiling fan looking so… close?
She looked around and panicked! She was indeed floating, half a meter above her bed. There were fuzzy shadows around her and she could see the tape appearing around her stomach, now, getting tighter and tighter, almost like a corset. And each turn was overlapping the previous one by almost two thirds, making it thick and very tight. Each time she was breathing, the wrapping was taking up any slack. She wished it could be tighter around the hips and, ohhh. she felt it become tighter. Yes, tighter around the stomach. Yes, perfect.
She was starting to struggle to breath but it felt so good. When the wrapping reached her breasts, it didn’t squeeze them. It seemed to contour them, giving them a squeezing feeling. A hard powerful squeeze, making her moan.
Then the wrapping continued, always as tight, wrapping her shoulders, joining with her arm wrap, then circling her neck, then her jaw, her mouth, her nose, her eyes, engulfing her head in its tight embrace.
But weird as it may sound, she was perfectly breathing and she was still seeing! Well, it was a dream, wasn’t it? She could imagine whatever she liked and she seemed to be able to control that dream, that very real-feeling dream.
She imagined seeing herself from the outside. Her vision blurred and she had a short episode of vertigo and, there she was, floating in the air amidst those strange shadows, looking at her body being wrapped. She looked marvellous, each limb tightly wrapped in that white tape, every bump and crannies appearing through it, as if it was a second skin, and she could feel it all!
She squirmed, moved a little. That was weird. She was feeling the person floating yet she was looking at her. The best dream of her life!
The shadowy figures moved to her feet again and another layer of wrap began to appear, this time, joining her legs together. Two bands of that wide, thick and stretchy tape appeared, wrapping from opposite directions, creating the classic chevron wrap. She felt her legs being squeezed together.
Tighter, she thought and there it was. Tighter. The wrapping continued up, to her knees, her thigh, her hips. Yes, tighter. TIGHTER! Awesome!
Then her stomach. She felt the urge to cross her arms over her chest. You know, the classy mummy pose. She did so and the wrapping continued, trapping her arms against her body. She closed her eyes. The feeling was stupendous! Fantastic!
She was tightly cocooned, unable to move. Yes, she could squirm, it was not some sort of fiberglass cast, but… that was so tight, so wonderful.
Something appeared under her, between her body and the bed. A box. No, a sarcophagus. Her body was gently lowered in it. She could feel that it was very tight. She even wondered if she would ever fit in it. Well, it was her dream, wasn’t it? And she was controlling it, right? So, yes, she felt she was going in it, feeling the tight enclosure around her triggered an orgasm. Oh damn! Could it be.
She was overjoyed, her body and mind filled with pleasure hormones as the top of the sarcophagus was lowered over her body, trapping it, squishing it from all sides.
Her vision blurred and disappeared. She was seeing dark. Obviously, she was back into her own self, seeing, feeling the sarcophagus.
The orgasm was slowly subsiding. Yes, that was good. She could wake up now. Damn, it felt so real!
Any time now. Wake up, Karen.
She blinked again and again, trying to get out of her dream but… what the heck?
She heard voices. Whispers, echoing in her mind.
“You cast the spell of fame and fortune. You have been chosen. Only the famous and wealthy are granted the wish to be mummified alive, like you are now. You will live your life, tightly enclosed, living out of pleasure until the end of time, or until someone opens the sarcophagus, which would transform your body to dust and end your life in this universe. We will be waiting for you to become one of us.
In the meantime, enjoy your fame and fortune.
Somewhere, in some desolate world, inside one of those immense pyramids, a new sarcophagus appeared in one of the pristine rooms recently built by those people. Perhaps, in 4000 years, she will be discovered too.
Perhaps not.
(c) monsterp63
March 29, 2025