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Anubis The Imprissoned

Written by: TiranMaster

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"Anubis, please come to me." The voice called across the several layers of the underworld, the jackal god perked up at the calling of his name. It wasn't uncommon for Anubis to hear his name spoken, his likeness had been preserved over the centuries after all, but for someone to be summoning him was a bit surprising. All the more for the proper summoning that Anubis could feel, whatever this mortal had cobbled together was a serious ritual, not one of the strange things most mortals slapped together.

Sitting in his throne, Anubis tilted his head and considered the summons, he hadn't stepped into the mortal realm for a couple of hundred years. Due to a mixture of humanity being rather dull and predictable as of late, and also the aforementioned lack of proper rituals. "Master Anubis?" One of the guards of Anubis' eternal palace looked up at him, a jackal like Anubis himself, once a human at some point having chosen to be one of Anubis' warriors had been graced with the god's visage. "Will you answer the summons, or shall one of us do our duty?"

Other gods did that from time to time, imbuing their servants with a small dab of their godly essence, allowing them to awe humans and not waste their own precious time. Anubis stayed quiet for several moments, stroking the arm of his throne, considering the consequences of stepping out onto the mortal realm once more. "I feel I haven't moved from this throne for a few years now, it has been rather dull..." the god mused, all of the guards shuffled in awe of hearing their god's voice for the first time in a while. "It might be amusing to see what sort of mischief this human wants to get up to, especially with such a competent summoning..."

The guards all nodded in agreement, they would never question Anubis' wisdom after all, even after the centuries of servitude they would never deign to consider themselves nearly as wise as their lord. Languidly Anubis stood from his throne, stretching out as his simple loincloth rippled and changed into a far more impressive affair. Drawing upon the mortal's mental image of himself, Anubis crafted an attire that would fit the mortal's intentions, with a few personal touches. A golden anch was woven into the fabric of his loincloth, soon followed by several scarabs woven in several different colored threads. A pair of golden braces formed on Anubis' forearms, his ears weighed down slightly with golden clips on the inside.

Starting his way down the stairway that led to his throne, Anubis flexed a few times, working out knots from his disused muscles. A golden chestplate formed around Anubis' chiseled form, the god grunting ever so slightly from the increased weight. Finally in his hair he could feel a complex weave of knots braiding his hair impressively well, something that the god noted as a feature he would certainly keep when he next met with his fellow deities. Finally the jackal headed god stepped down onto the ground floor, all of his subjects already prostrating themselves before him, not a single head daring to look up without his permission.

Reaching out, Anubis formed a regal looking scepter, bringing it down lightly onto the floor to let the gold ring as if it were a tuning fork. "A bit ostentatious, I must admit, but not altogether the most unflattering appearance to bare." The guards one by one looked up to see their god, several gasps from them showing the god what he already knew. Forming a mirror, Anubis admired himself in it, turning around and chuckling slightly as he noted that the tip of his tail looked to have been dipped in gold. "Truly, mortals can come up with the most garish appearances for gods. Still, I must say I'm flattered."

Making the mirror vanish, Anubis looked forward towards the exit to his hall, but his gaze didn't make it that far. Instead, a portal was forming in the middle of his hall, the echoes of his summoning still ringing from that spot. In the mortal realm, mere seconds had yet to pass as the time difference between the realms could be as long as the gods desired. Brushing imaginary dust from his fur, Anubis gathered his godly energy about himself and set about distributing it amongst his gods, watching as they all grew larger, their forms more like his own when he allowed them to carry part of his essence. "I'd really prefer not to stroll into the mortal realm with all of my power, the last time I did that it was really too much of a hassle," the god grumbled. Memories of a jackal army marching across the desert came to mind, and while it had been impressive, the other gods had been quite displeased as many of their personal kingdoms had been ransacked or destroyed.

All of the guards cheered Anubis' name as he approached the portal, even having taken off much of his power, the jackal god still looked extremely impressive. Stepping one foot into the portal, Anubis could feel on the other side the crackle of his personal magic interfering with the mortal world's far more anchored reality. Part of the god knew that this likely wasn't the smartest idea, human technology really disliked being interfered with by magic... but it would still be an amusing experience. With mere moments of hesitation, Anubis stepped all the way into the mortal realm, putting on a grim expression before he fully plunged through.

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Standing there in a pair of tattered hand me down robes, Sheyan didn't look impressive, in fact he felt completely unprepared for what he was doing. All around the dingy basement of his apartment there was a plethora of extremely unorthodox materials, all of it part of a complicated ritual to summon the god of the dead. It had taken several months of research in some rather shady tomes that he'd ordered off of the internet to piece together the proper ritual. Three times the man had attempted this summoning ritual, and all three times he'd failed and had only managed to either leave a foul scent in the basement or summon a rather cross wraith from the afterlife.

This time though, Sheyan knew he'd pulled together everything properly, the magic was coursing through the room, his teeth were practically vibrating from the power. Somewhere in the distance Sheyan could hear the wraith screaming as the god of the dead drew near, something that relieved him, personally he could really live without the wraith waking him up in the middle of the night with its long bereaved wails. The process once the spell had been cast was surprisingly fast, it was only a few moments before Sheyan could see the outline of the portal growing firm, and from it Anubis' paw stepped forward.

The moment that the god's foot touched the floor, everything in the room grew incredibly heavy, Sheyan could hardly breathe as the air in the room was suffused with the power from the magic being. For a brief moment Sheyan considered canceling the spell, this was dangerous, he didn't know if his protections would properly hold... but then he clenched his jaw and straightened his head in preparation. Upstairs Sheyan knew that his roommate could likely feel the same thing, he might pop down to find out what was happening soon enough. Anubis' arm came through next, a magnificent golden scepter in hand with a golden bracer upon his buff forearm.

Swallowing deeply, Sheyan unconsciously backed up as the rest of Anubis strolled through the portal making the room feel incredibly small. Sheyan himself was five foot seven, while Anubis was easily seven foot something making the human feel very small. As the end of Anubis' tail pulled through the portal there was a shudder in the air as the portal snapped shut leaving the jackal god within the circle of protective magics that the man had prepared. Gazing about, it didn't take long for Anubis to spot his summoner, the god's golden eyes piercing through him easily. "Mortal, you have made a questionable decision by summoning me, I hope you realize this." Even his voice made the walls of the building shudder, Sheyan had a feeling that if he wasn't careful the building might collapse under the weight of the jackal god's power.

Shivering where he stood, Sheyan slowly let a few breathes out, his face threatening at any moment to break out into an enormous grin. "A... Anubis, I've managed to get you here," he said in an awed tone. Though he'd never been willing to admit to himself, this was the first step he'd taken to being a proper mage, something he'd hoped that he might be able to achieve in his life.

"It'd be Lord Anubis, human. Though you've managed to summon me, I am not your peon to be commanded." Though his voice wasn't necessarily hostile, Anubis' tone was unmistakable, he wasn't messing about. This was all very serious business, and that fact alone amused Sheyan even more.

Anubis' eyebrows lifted in surprise when the mortal's body started to shudder, he thought at first it might be a seizure or something from the presence of his own powerful magic. Instead though, Sheyan's laughter started to roll out as the human's hands flew to his stomach, he doubled over as he roared with amusement. "Oh my god, I can't believe how easy this is!" Tears rolled down Sheyan's face as it went red from how hard he was laughing, meanwhile Anubis was starting to grow uneasy.

Really taking a look at the room, Anubis started noticing how well crafted the protections were, but more than that was the fact that the runes in the floor were more than just simple protections. Rather than merely keeping the god from hurting the mortal, they were a lockdown ritual, one that would prevent him from leaving from the mortal realm. "What is this? What have you planned, mortal," he growled. Now the god was growing weary, this wasn't exactly what he'd had planned, most mortals of the past would never have been so bold as to try to keep a god in place. When he reached out to try the magic of the ring, he recoiled when he realized the true nature of the spell. It wasn't just a spell that used the magic of the world, it was constructed to use Anubis' own magic to bind him in place. "You... you are no simple mortal..."

"No... no I'm not," Sheyan wheezed, wiping at some errant tears as he straightened up, his face pulled up into a manic grin. "I'm a bit of a freak to be honest, you should ask my friends online, I get a real kick out of weird shit." Readjusting his robes, Sheyan groped himself, his pants tight around his erection as he looked Anubis up and down. The god recognized the lustful look in the mortal's eyes, he was starting to regret this already, but the god of the dead also knew that he wasn't going to be getting out of this easily. "Sorry, 'Lord' Anubis, but you should rethink that peon line." The scorn he said Lord with didn't please Anubis, the jackal's muzzle pulled back into a growl as he glared at the human, trying to gather his energies to prepare some sort of attack.

"This is not amusing, human. I am a god, not one to be trifled with. I'll admit, your ritual is impressive, but I've broken sorcerers' spells in the past, and though I'm out of practice I can do so again." Sheyan didn't look impressed by the god's threats though, instead he started walking around the room almost lackadaisically, starting to pull lids off of six small pots full of a black liquid.

"I've studied them." The words caught Anubis off guard, he slightly shrunk back down and cocked his head.

"What?"

"I've studied them, the spells that those sorcerers used. They were good, but they were incompetently made. To be fair to them though, they didn't have today's science to help back up their magic. I, on the other hand, have been studying all of this in preparation for this very moment. I've used mathematical equations to help formulate safeguards against anything you might do, heck, you should be feeling it now. Anything you bring forth from your realm is going right into that binding, any magic you summon will be swallowed up. Anubis, I've got your number, and you're going to be doing my bidding from now on." By the end, Sheyan's grin was so wide and proud that it disgusted Anubis to his core, the human was gloating and groping himself like... like... like the very mages from the past he'd grown to despise.

"How is it that you've appeared now, hundreds if not thousands of years after the proper magic users of this world vanished? I'd thought that science had stomped out magic." Anubis was feeling out the spell now, reigning his anger in for the moment, if he raged out of control then the jackal god would be playing right into the mortal's hands. Even now he was eying the pots scattered in a circle around him, sniffing the air, getting the taste of something synthetic.

Opening the last jar, Sheyan stepped back into his original position, chuckling to himself as he stripped off his cloak and threw it to the side. "It's a long story, and honestly I don't really want to tell it. I've been waiting for this for too long, Anubis, ever since I figured out I could do magic. It's been my fantasy to have you under my thumb... well, you and some others. They can wait though, it's you that I really want, you're my prize. Though, you're stunning as you are, I have a better picture of what I want in my head."

Standing in the circle, Anubis glared at the human, feeling more powerless than he'd felt in many millennia. Sheyan smirked before he started waving his hands, channeling magic out of the binding circle that Anubis stood in to power his spell, though even with that Anubis was unable to break through the sealing circle. More magic was being drawn out of the god than he could channel by that point, and the remains of the portal seemed to be an aspect of the spell that would feed power into the circle. "So then... what do you desire me to be, human?" Anubis growled, curiosity overcoming his anger and frustration.

Each of the jars that Sheyan had opened were now starting to glow, and from within six balls of perfect black spheres floated up into the air. "Well, I don't know if you had it back in your day, but I love rubber, Anubis. You're super hot and all, but I have to say that a rubber jackal is right up my alley," the mage purred. Anubis could smell the lust rolling off of the human, though just barely as the smell of the rubber was overwhelming.

"You'll regret this, human, whatever you do, I'll make you regret." Anubis promised, though even now he'd resigned himself to whatever fate the human had in mind for him. Part of the god hoped that his servants would have the foresight to lock the portal down, but he was unable to wonder much past that as Sheyan started the main part of his spell. The rubber flew right at Anubis, each ball striking against his black fur, saturating the fur with the black shiny substance. The god barely made any noise even as he could see the rubber starting to spread with an impressive alacrity, his fur being tightened down onto his body by the magically infused substance.

Sheyan was vibrating with lust as he watched his plan coming to fruition, and of course it was at that point that the upstairs door opened. "Sheyan, what the hell is happening?! God, it feels like an earthquake... and it smells like you spilled toxic shit down here. Sheyan, what's going on?!" Sheyan's roommate, Trevor, the mage shut his eyes and hissed in irritation before calling back over his shoulder.

"Trevor, you should come down here, I have something awesome to show you!" Sheyan knew this would likely only infuriate his roommate, but he already had a solution in mind. For the moment though, he continued to concentrate the magic on the god, watching as fabric and fur was coated by the black rubber, Anubis' golden eyes never leaving him. The god barely seemed phased by the situation, all of his focus was on the mortal doing it, and that only increased the man's lust. Fantasies of controlling a god like Anubis had always been one of Sheyan's biggest kinks, he had plenty of pictures of Anubis completely nude downloaded on his computer, and now to have him in real life... he'd definitely be doing some recreations with the actual article.

Walking down the stairs, Trevor poked his head into the room and stopped at the bottom of the stairs with a confused expression on his face. "Wh... what the hell is this... Sheyan, what is that?!" The man's voice was rising, switching from confusion into anger as he stared at the increasingly shiny figure in the middle of the circle.

"Stuff it, Trevor," Sheyan said, and with a flex of the magic he'd gathered from Anubis he pinned Trevor in place. "You're an awful roommate, but I'm sure even you can appreciate a genius at work. Now shut it, we'll deal with you once Anubis is in my thrall." Trevor's entire body had frozen completely, his eyes locked on Sheyan, his body frozen in mid stride, not even the simple rise and fall of breathing.

By this point Anubis was completely coated in the rubber, the god's eyes the last thing to vanish under the surface of the black rubber. The jackal's muscles were emphasized by the rubber, standing in stark relief with the solidifying liquid. All of the god's features were completely coated, the clothing gone, the accessories having vanished. Anubis looked like a sculpted rubber figure in the shape of a jackal, and he was under assault. The magic was now coating his mind, layering on commands, trying to insist that the god fall under the mortal mage's sway.

"That's it, just let the magic in," Sheyan moaned, his cock so hard against his pants that it hurt. If he wasn't careful Sheyan knew that he would blow up before he got to the end, even so he allowed himself to unbutton his pants to allow himself some relief so that he didn't hump a hole in his pants. Within the spell Sheyan had instilled a series of commands to turn Anubis into a drone with a long series of parameters, all of them designed to enslave the gods' will to his own.

[b]Obey the mortal Master, Sheyan. Follow all directives. His happiness is the first priority. You are a slave, nothing more, a drone constructed to serve.[/b] Anubis' mind was being hammered with a constant barrage, he'd underestimated how strong Sheyan's ritual circle really was. It was just now that he could tell the complex series of commands weaved into it, and that wasn't going to be good for him. The god also realized at that moment how he was to be used as he shuddered in shock, a new rubber attachment sliding right into his ass causing him to shudder in surprise.

From the outside, Sheyan was stroking himself, watching on with small pants of arousal. The rubber was starting to change, Sheyan hadn't planned for this, but he certainly didn't mind as he watched several golden symbols starting to form on the outside of the black rubber. Between Anubis' legs was a large bulge, apparently the god also had a very healthy manhood, and with a wave of his hand Sheyan smirked as he formed a lock there. The god wouldn't be getting any pleasure until he was properly under control. On the sidelines, if Trevor had any opinions on being subjected to this entire situation, he was unable to say anything as he continued to stand there awkwardly mid-stride.

The fact that Anubis' own magics were being used to power the spell was unfortunate for the god as he found himself unable to fight against his own powers. Normally the god could easily undo any mental magics, but this was slipping right through and he was finding himself hard pressed to fight back. [b]Anubis is but a simple servant, a rubber golem made for the pleasure of his Master Sheyan. All who serve Anubis should serve his Master, and all who stand in Sheyan's way shall be dealt with severely.[/b] Anubis couldn't help but agree, he thought of the servants back in his realm, mind already thinking about bringing them into the fold.

Sheyan could feel the mental connection forming between himself and Anubis, a link that he would be able to pull on whenever he desired. The god's rubber form was forming faster now, his golden bracers back in place, now a rubber form of the same ones he wore before, the tip of his tail gleaming gold. This time though, the god's face was a rubber mask of his original, no mouth to speak of, his eyes a pair of golden glowing circles emphasized by egyptian style markings. Fishing out his cock from his underwear now, Sheyan couldn't help but stroke as he watched his masterpiece forming, he shivered as pre slid over his fingers. "Damn, I can't believe this is all coming together so easily," he giggled breathlessly.

The rubber jackal suddenly looked to Sheyan, the mage jumping in surprise as the god's focus landed on him once more, but something had changed. Within his head, he could feel the new bond, the layers of magic binding them together tighter by the moment. The sealing circle on the ground fizzled away as its job was done, the magic returning to the god, but Anubis didn't attack. Instead, the god feel to one knee, his rubber flesh squeaking against the cement floor. "Master, how may I serve you?" The god's voice echoed through the room, his bulge squeaking every now and again as he was being given positive reinforcement for his obedience.

That did it, Sheyan grunted as he came, unable to hold back any longer as he was referred to as Master. "Fuck! Damn it... I was hoping I could wait until later..." he sighed in disappointment, but that didn't stop the man from giggling gleefully anyways. "Anubis, first thing's first, turn Trevor here into my servant." The effort to do so was negligible for the god, the rubber deity merely looked at Trevor, and there was a spark of magic in the air. One moment the human roommate stood there, and the next there was a second rubber jackal kneeling on the floor bowing to Sheyan.

"Master, how may this lowly drone serve?" Trevor's voice was deeper, but it was still recognizably his. Trevor grunted as he cock started to harden once more, that was hotter than he'd been expecting.

"Okay... yeah, gonna have to have both of you in my room in a little bit. But first, Anubis, what can you bring me from your world?" Sheyan asked, he was well aware that the god would know more about his power than he ever could.

"There is a plethora of guards I have in my palace, before I left my realm I spread my power through them. They will all serve you shortly though, my lord," Anubis said, the god shivering slightly as the rubber phallus in his ass vibrated. The god was in love with it, he was programmed to love it, and so he was in heaven. Obeying Sheyan felt better than anything he could think of, that made the vibrating even better.

"Shit... you could've been even stronger?" Sheyan gasped. That could've been bad if Anubis hadn't spread his power, the circle might not have been able to work with more power... but it had all worked out. "Well, we'll first have some fun here... and then we'll deal with the rest of your servants. For now, follow me, drones. I'm gonna have some fun breaking in those rubber bodies of yours."

"Yes, Master!" Both drones announced, both falling in step behind the human, neither even briefly considering disobeying. Sheyan, the scientific mage, already felt his mind drifting towards future conquests... maybe Sun Wukong?