The Pharaoh's Fancy
Poor Shank; he's such an unfortunate character. He's got himself into another one of his rather delightful scrapes!
It was late at night when Shank made it to the dig site. He'd been invited to visit the newest set of ruins that had been uncovered in Egypt, and though he had no interest in archaeology he'd jumped at the chance to visit the Middle Eastern country.
The dragon shivered, his leathery hide constricting from the cold of the night, and he was annoyed with himself for not dressing more warmly, wearing nothing but a leather loincloth.
The site was silent and all the floodlights were turned off. "Great," he thought, and meandered around the empty dig "Everyone must have gone home for the night." He kicked some of the sand with his bare hind paw and hugged his chest, his wings draped over his shoulders to protect his body from the chill night air.
He was just about to leave when a flicker of light caught his eyes, the dragon drawn towards it by curiosity. "'The hell is this?" he thought as he approached the trench that the light spilled from, and as he looked over the edge he saw the excavated remains of a sandstone doorway, the structure it lead to submerged beneath centuries of sand.
"Anyone down there?" he called, peering over the edge. There was no reply, but the flicker of what could only be flaming torches beckoned him to their warmth.
He left from the ledge into the trench and walked inside, his wings tucked away now that he was out of the frigid air, The smooth sandstone beneath his feet was comforting in it's firmness compared to the soft shifting sand outside, and he continued into the ruin.
The entrance lead into a corridor that ran for about 100 feet, which opened into a large hall, flaming torches lining the walls illuminated the room rather well. Along the walls were stone sarcophagi, many more than he would have expected. "This is nothing like what they have in the movies" he said to himself and kept padding deeper inside. As he reached the centre of the hall his eyes were drawn upwards to a large disc seated in the ceiling, obviously copper from the shade and pattern of the verdigris brought on by many years of exposure to air.
He was still walking as he looked at it and almost tripped as one of the stone tiles beneath his feet gave way. His wings shot out to the sides and he managed to retain his balance, and as he looked down he saw that the tile hadn't actually given way but had sunk a few inches into the floor, and the sound of grinding stone came from all around him.
"Shit," he thought, "I don't like that sound." Sand fell down from the ceiling around him and he snapped his head back to look up. That turquoise disc had descended towards him, splitting along it's horizontal axis, and from it emerged six golden tendrils, spilling over the lip towards him. He stared agog at this for a moment and started to back away, but they seemed to follow him. Fear struck his mind and he turned to run, but as he did those golden tendrils shot out toward him, wrapped themselves around his limbs, and pulled him back towards the centre of the room!
He struggled with all his might against their restraint but they were too strong for him! As he reached the centre the floor before him slowly opened down into the darkness, and from within rose a large green frame-like device, a long pole in the middle of it which split to a fork half way down. On each side of the frame were two huge spools of white fabric, the material one giant length between the two of them. It locked into place before him with a deep clunk, which reverberated off the walls of the hall, that sent a shiver of fright down his spine as he realised what this was.
The tendrils lifted him from the floor and rotated him on the spot. "NO!" he cried in vain "No! Someone! Anyone! HELP ME!" He was moved through the air, his back towards the machine, ready to be it's next victim. As his back pressed against that central pole his legs were forced together, tail pushed against them, and his arms forced across his chest like a mummy. "SHIT! SHIT NO! This can't be happening!"
Solid gold restraints slid from the central pole and clamped around his body to hold him in that position. He felt the soft bandage like fabric against the back of his ankles, and as he whimpered in fear the tendrils slowly retreated from him the last two tore his loincloth from his crotch, leaving it totally exposed to the air.
In desperation the dragon assumed that this was all some big joke "OK guys, you got me. Let me out now... please?", of course there was no reply; he was the only mobile living being for miles, and the realisation finally sank in as the frame began to rotate around him, the fabric slowly unwound from the spools, the foot wide material inching up his body with each complete revolution of the machine.
He panted and squirmed in those metal restraints, almost totally immobilised by them, and looked around to find some way out of this! Despite the fear of how he would end up his shaft had began to slide free of his crotch slit, which caused him to grunt in delight! "Augh... w-what the fuck is wrong with me?!" His dick throbbed and grew larger and larger as layer upon layer of soft bandage was wrapped tightly around his body, his feet wrapped up so tightly that the couldn't even move his toes! As the fabric reached the first restraint, half way up his ankles, it retreated back into the pole that he was being bound to, making way for the mummification.
The entire process seemed to take forever, the two minutes it took for the fabric to reach his crotch seemed to be twenty, but in that time his pinkish-purple cock hard grown harder than it ever had before, the large vein that ran along the top side pulsed, his balls swollen to the size of tennis balls as the bandages got closer and closer.
As the fabric brushed against his sac he let out a grunt of delight, but before he could recover from it the machine had already revolved again and the tight fabric caught on his sac, his balls pressed firmly against his inner thighs, and the dragon screwed up his eyes as he moaned in bliss!
It didn't taken long for his huge sac to be compressed against his legs, which now appeared to be a flat mount between his legs, the fabric caught the tip of his shaft and dragged it down hard. He screamed at the sensation and the organ throbbed, which caused it to flick out from the fabric and slap against his gut, but this was just enough for the material to grab the base of his cock and keep it vertical as it slowly roses higher and higher.
His cock tip was already leaking pre as it reached his glans, the methodical wrapping squeezed it more and more tightly against his form, and his glans to bulged over the edge before the fabric covered it. Shank was desperate to cum but being wrapped up so prevented him from moving his hips at all and his paws were still restrained against his chest.
A minute later and the bandages had already reaches his arms and pressed his elbows in against his sides as it rose higher and higher, the whup-whup sound of the frame as it spun around him seeming to get louder and louder with each moment. The sensations were so incredible that his mind was getting drunk on them, his ability to think dulled, his vision faded a little before him. Suddenly his mind snapped back to clarity as he gave himself a mental slap, only to feel that the fabric had wrapped around his throat. He tried to move his paws but he couldn't even move his fingers, let alone anything beside his head, even his wings were so tightly wrapped against him that they were totally immobile!
The fabric brushed across his chin as it rose higher and failed to purchase the first few times, the fabric slipping to his neck, but finally took hold. He let out a final scream but it was cut short as the fabric was pulled tightly around his maw, his jaw restrained and his head back pulled against the pole with horns either side of it, and as the bandages wrapped over his eyes they soaked up the tears of joy that leaked from them. He could still hear the sound of the machine as his earfins were covered, along with his head entirely, after which it slowly came to a stop.
Naked and horny beneath the fabric he couldn't even squirm, the bindings so tight that he was totally immobile. For a few moments nothing seemed to happen, but then he heard the sound of stone scraping against stone and felt something tight pressing around his body from behind him, compressing his body even more, and a moment later something slid in front of him, cutting out all light entirely.
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The dingo clambered down into the ruin at dawn, having just spotted the dragon tracks in the sand leading into it. When he reached the central hall he saw everything as it was the night before, but he failed to notice that a new sarcophagus was against one wall. No one else noticed it either, not that it mattered; inside his own private tomb Shank was in constant bliss of restraint and orgasm denial, always on the brink of climax but unable to do anything about it.
~fin~