User blog:Locke Flinnt/WWYD-reply 4: Anubis.

(Yet another WWYD-reply, from the Anubis page. The text once again got a bit lengthy so had to deal with it accordingly. Fair warning, though: quite NSFW, some swearing and explicit content in pretty graphical detail. Please enjoy and feel free to express your thoughts in comments)

<< You've been stranded in the desert for a few days and you finally collapse due to dehydration while you're on the ground you look up to see a Anubis and she says "I will save you but you must become my servant" What do you do >>

Revolution.

Mustering all the strength I had left into this last act of defiance of the cruel fate, I got halfway up and growled at her, “I'd rather die standing than live on my knees!”. The canine mamono smirked, rolling her eyes back, “You got me wrong, human. That was not an offer, but a statement.”. She then promptly grabbed me by my collar and dragged off into the velvet darkness of the tomb.

Indeed, she had me patched up, but she also had my entire life planned: I don't mind working in the tombs much per se, since it's only fair to earn my keep and thank her for saving me from drying in the sun, but I got to not only eat and sleep on her command exclusively, but I had to service the occasional Mummy who'd be too dried up and horny to function properly and clean the Sandworm pens, which always ended in me getting swallowed by a bunch of these beasts. And then there was the Anubis herself... Dare I fail to comply with the time limits during work, move too slow or too fast in bed for her liking, which depends on her mood entirely, she'd just use her Staff of Command or the Book of Judgement to curse and ride me till I black out. Should mention that one time I had enough of her antics and told her I'd stick that Staff up her rear...which got me three more days of being dried out by both Mummy-curse and the tomb warden herself riding me mercilesssly. Still, I held out somehow. It would take more than that to break my will. What's more important, however, is that every now and then I'd get to have a few words with the Mummies once they were back to their senses right after the “rejuvenating injections and sprayings”, and some of them turned out to be quite good listeners and even disputants when it came to me reciting and discussing works of folks like Arthur Sh., Karl M. and Vladimir U. The seed had been sown, now all I had to do was to wait for the grapes to ripen. One morning Anubis is awoken in a less than delicate fashion – with a sensitive slap on her buttock. “Arise, ye branded by the curse, /The world of starved and of slaves!”, I sing aloud, fondling the soft tanned flesh covering now tense gluteal muscles and being all the more happy to do so because for the first time I do so by my own free will – which is the complete opposite of her state of mind as for the time being, I guess. The jackal stares at me, surprise clearly visible in her features, then looks at the old clepsydra and, seeing it's about four in the morning, finally speaks to me in a voice usually preceding corporeal punishment, “Why are you up? You're supposed to be sleeping for two more hours. And I didn't allow you frivolities, so get your hand off me. This is unforgivable, serf, you must be punished! Ugh, this will ruin the whole timetable for the day, Apep damn it!..”,she growls under her breath disgruntedly and tries to reach for her Staff and the Book, but fails miserably as there is nothing lying by her bedside. Obviously confused, she sits up in her bed, looks around only to find a bunch of Mummies and a Sandworm behind them crowding the entrance to her chamber, every one of them either wearing a piece of red cloth of simply having a lick of red paint on them. One Mummy also holds the items tomb guardian is looking for.

Anubis, looking lost, turns docile now and asks me in a shaking voice, “You were not supposed to be doing...whatever it is you're doing right now. What's going on? What is all this..?”. “Consider this a revolution of the working class.”, I tell her with a wide grin more suited on a Cheshire cat, pulling out a hank of rope. “Don't worry, I'll be a benevolent...”, I bind Anubis' paws together from elbow to wrist behind her back, uttering the last word in an ominous baritone, ”...tyrant.”. Anubis' ears drop, she's about to break from disbelief into panic once I push her back onto bed, walk over to the Mummy and retrieve the Staff and an unlit oil lamp. Placing the staff by my side while out of my new captive's reach, I brusquely grab her hips and raise her rear up, take the lamp and pour some oil in my hand and then rub it over the end of the shaft of the Staff. Anubis' stare quickly shifts between me and the Staff of Command until she finally seems to get a hint of what's about to befall her. “What are you going to do to me?”, she asks in a hushed down voice, her face becoming pale with horror. “Anubis, Anubis, tell me now,” I chant somewhat amused, “Didn't I warn you that one more curse and that Staff would wind up in your pretty. Little. Hindquarters?”, I emphasize every word with a swat on her haunch. “I did, so now you have no legal rights to complain, don't you?”, I pretty much rhetorically ask her while slowly running my hand over her round, plump rear. Her breath has become uneven, but she still tries not to break into tears or screaming, “Be...be benignant to me...p-please?..”. Ah, not too proud to ask politely anymore, are we, I think to myself savoring the submissive tone of her quiet voice, so different from her usually stern and loud one when barking orders. Her newly discovered meekness and big, glimmering puppy eyes are almost enough to convince me to drop the whole plan to overthrow her regime in a most unsavory fashiom...

Almost, but not enough. “Ow, but the revolution will not be civilised, my dear, it never is, for revolution is an insurrection, an act of violence by which one class overthrows another.”. I set myself closer to Anubis and pet her on the back, feeling her tense at my touch, instinctively cowering in fear. “We just so happen to be the local embodiments of the two conflicting classes, so us being in this situation is actually less personal then I might be letting on. It's just that the revolution always gives the wicked chance to mistreat others with a plausible excuse covering up their petty vindictiveness over the wrongs of the past.”.

I take the Staff and with the other hand firmly hold the girl down, ready to execute the punishment. She then shuts her eyes, presses her face into the pillow and readies to bite ehe metaphorical bullet. Through the palm resting on her back I can feel her heart beating fast and strong, the faint moisture of cold sweat on her skin, her body shivering slightly.

The fate loves irony, and sick one at that. The situation reminds me of one night some two months ago, right after I was punished again. Having just awoken in the middle of the night after losing consciousness due to exhaustion caused by Anubis afflicting me wth the mummy-curse and riding like there was no tomorrow. We were lying apart in her bed, but something felt off: the sheets were cold and moist with sweat, the jackal-girl was shifting restlessly and murmurng something in her sleep – she was having a nightmare. For some reason I outstretched an arm and gently put it on her shoulder, she jolted at first, moaning something in protest, but once I caressed her she calmed down and reached towards me a little. So I crawled closer, too, and embraced her. Anubis drifted off into deep slumber soon after that. What was it then that made me console her, my whimsical captor and tormentor – Stockholm syndrome, perhaps, or maybe gratitude for saving me back then, the first time we met, or was that something else? Recollecting the warmth of her petite frame, the heat of her breath, her slow, even heartbeats echoing throughout my body closely pressed to hers made me feel...happy, feel free. It then struck me that I felt free with my hands wrapped around my captor because I freely chose to comfort her, same as she did back when she found me dying in the wastes. I wasn't particularly beautiful, not in the least, really, but she chose to take care of me, then I chose to hug her even though she would most likely punish me should she wake up – this snuggling was not planned by her, after all. So did she ignore the possibility of me being a scum willing to harm her once I regained my strength. And she did care for me as much as she did for everyone else in the tomb – I was given place in her quarters, fed so well I even gained a few mina in weight despite the hard manual labour, my health was always in check and so on and so forth. Then what else do you need, ye cur, as a certain tsar would say. Indeed, I was happy that night.

I snap back to reality from the blissful memory only to see what gruesome deed I am about to commit, my hand about to force the events. The metal shaft slowly grows heavier until it becomes an undearable burden and slips out of my grasp hitting the bed with a soft thud. My gaze, blank and as if unseeing, wanders around the room, over the Mummies, the Sandworm – all frozen in expectation of what is to come out of the situation. I finally look at my Anubis afraid to face her, afraid to face the consequences of my – oh, the irony, once again, free – choices. Gathering what remains of my manliness – says one who nearly mistreated the girl who cared for him so much – and finally help the girl up. She looks at me still unsure as to what she should expect. “I am free, am I not?”, I ask my – yes, my Anubis -, looking her in the eyes, those eyes the colour of southern night, as dark and bottomless as the skies over the Great Desert. “And so I want you to be free and do unto me as you see fit, for I give myself in to you now. I only ask to be the only one held responsible for this uprising, the girls have nothing to do with this.”. That said, I undo the ropes tying tomb warden's arms. Mamono hesitates a little, eyeing me for any further actions, me standing  still by her bed unflinching, as ready as it is possible to bite the bullet. But instead I nearly bite my own tongue off when the jackal-girl tackles me hard enough for both of us to land on the stone floor, her still sitting on top of me, wiggling her haunches vigorously. “You!”, she growls at me playfully and gives me a kiss so passionate my poor tongue gets bitten once more. “Aren't you mad?”, I ask her in disbelief myself this time, she only shakes her head and licks me in the eye. “Not disgusted or dissap..?”, she licks me in the other eye, her tail wagging so hard it hits me on my sides, “...disappointed?”. She merely yips in excitement and gives me the lentghiest and most temperamental kiss I've ever had, her paws wandering all over my body in the meanwhile, my hands fondling her in return on their own. “So...', I gasp for breath once our lips part, “aren't you going to punish me?”. Anubis leans back somewhat, “Of course, not! You getting all bossy and rebellous all of a sudden got me so horny!”. She lies back and asks meekly, ”Now, I'm not demanding, but will you mount me this very instant, please?”. Shocked by what I hear the girl saying – and what I see between her hips – I inquire her while undoing the loincloth, “And what about the plans for the day?”. “Fuck the plans!”, she screams in rapture as my nethers press agains hers, soaking in the love nectar. “I'd rather you,”, is what I reply. “Set your regime in my domain, fearless leader!”, Anubis vails as I show her most delicate audience my oratory skills...

The night befalls us unexpectedly, all of us a tangle of sweaty, hot bodies piled up in Anubis' sleeping chamber, the jackal-girl resting in my arms. “You know, now that I think of it,”, she speaks slowly, still basking in the afterglow of the indeed not in the least civilised revolution, “I think I do fancy the idea of you actually shoving that Staff up my...”

Long live the revolution!