Egyptian Arts & Crafts

The seed is planted.

“Oh I love this Egyptian bookcase sarcophagus!” Maggie sent a text and a link to her friend Phil.

Phil knew of Maggie’s love of all things Egyptian, her apartment had quite a few Egyptian statuettes, posters and other items scattered around. He looked at the link in question, it led back to some sort of high end design and decorations website.

“$1,200?!” he texted back. “It doesn’t even come with a mummy for that much?!”

Phil meant it as a joke, but for what appeared to be a wooden bookshelf with the vague outline of an Egyptian sarcophagus and a bad paint job on the front, he was surprised at the cost.

Maggie texted back, “But it would be just the thing for that corner in my office.”

“It’s only slightly over 5 feet tall and only has three shelves.” Phil read off the specifications.

Maggie responded with a sad face emoji then texted, “But I really want my own sarcophagus!”

“Look at the front piece.” Phil responded, “You could paint a better one.”

“You really think so?” Maggie asked.

“Definitely,” Phil replied, and added a smiley.

“Let’s do it.” Maggie typed.

“Do what?” Phil asked

Maggie answered quickly, “Make one ourselves of course.”

Phil wasn’t sure what she meant, “Do you mean make a sarcophagus ourselves?”

“Yes, silly.” Maggie replied, “It was your idea after all.”

“It was?” Phil felt the conversation slipping out of control.

“I’ll do all the research.” Maggie continued, “You can just help me with construction.”

“Sure thing” Phil agreed to the plan, “Gotta be cheaper than $1200 anyway.”

“Call you in a couple of weeks!” Maggie signed off the chat.

Water and Tend the crop.

“Okay” Maggie said as Phil arrived at her place. “Thanks for agreeing to help me.”

“I’m happy to help” Phil replied as she hugged him in welcome.

Maggie stepped back, “I see you dressed up for it.”

Phil chuckled, he had purposefully worn some old sweat pants and a shirt he had used when painting his living room last Summer. “Well I figured we were going to be building things and painting things, no point in ruining nice clothes.”

Maggie grinned, “Absolutely correct, old clothes are appropriate.” She herself was wearing a pair of paint splotched leggings and an old and stained oversized shirt.

She led the way down the hall and through her kitchen dining area out the sliding glass door and onto her small concrete patio. Phil noticed she had a large tarp tapped to the patio, the silver grey duct tape contrasted with the cheap blue polyvinyl tarp. In addition she had a folding chair in the center of the tarp and a folding card table to the side stacked with boxes of some kind.

Phil looked around curiously, “Where’s the wood and tools?”

“Oh I found a much easier method online to make a sarcophagus!” Maggie told him.

“What method is that?” Phil asked.

“Are you familiar with fiberglass cast bandages?” Maggie asked him in return.

“Yes, although most of my broken bones happened back in the plaster cast days.” Phil replied, then asked, “But what does that have to do with making a sarcophagus?”

“Well Phil,” Maggie gave Phil her biggest smile before continuing, “You see, the easiest method I found online was to wrap an appropriately shaped object in the casting bandages, 3 or 4 layers thick, then cut it in half.”

“Wrap an appropriately shaped object…” Phil trailed off as he noticed the labels on the boxes; Latex free, vet wrap, 36 bandages 4 inches x 5 yards, and several others marked Fiberglass casting bandages, 12 bandages 4 inches x 5 yards.

“Now wait just a second.” Phil started to protest.

Maggie interrupted, “You said you’d help Phil and I’ve already bought all these supplies.” She gave him her most sad puppy eyes.

“Arggg” Phil said out loud, “Fine, I’ll help. What are the steps?”

“Well first to get that mummy shaped shell made I’ll wrap you like a mummy in the vet wrap.” Maggie pointed to that box.

“Then we’ll wet and wrap you in the fiberglass cast bandages, I’ve got three different colors, one for each layer.” She pointed proudly to those three boxes.

“Once the shell sets, I’ll mark the front and back halves for cutting.” Maggie held up a thick black sharpie pen.

“Then I’ll spend a few hours painting the front and back halves. A few coats of sealant to make sure the paint is protected. Install hinges on one side and shelves inside.” Maggie had the paints, the sealant and other materials in yet another box.

She continued. “The shelves of course will be last, once I get the inside painted.”

“Okay that all makes sense,” Phil told her. “So what do you need me to do first?”

“I’ve given this some thought and considering the height difference I think it’s best I wrap your head first.” Maggie pointed to the chair.

Phil sat down and said, “Good thinking. Easier to reach when I’m sitting.”

“I’m so glad you agree.” Maggie said as she cut open the box of vet wrap. “The good news is these bandages only stick to themselves, not to your hair or skin.”

Phil couldn’t stop himself, “What’s the bad news?”

“Once I’ve wrapped your head, you won’t be able to talk and you probably won’t be able to hear much.” Maggie told him.

“I guess so.” Phil replied, frowning slightly.

“So because I won’t be able to ask later.” Maggie continued, “Do I have your permission to do what is needed to wrap you up like a mummy and then build a sarcophagus around you?”

“What do you mean by, what is needed?” Phil asked curiously.

“You know, pose you properly, remove your shoes, anything I need to do to get you ready for the cast.” Maggie told Phil.

“You have my permission to do what you need to do to make your sarcophagus.” Phil told her. “Good enough?”

“Perfect.” Maggie smiled, then teased Phil. “Now let’s get your head wrapped so you stop asking silly questions.”

“Yes ma’am” Phil sat in the chair and waited for her to start wrapping.

Maggie pulled the first roll of bandages out of the case. Cut open the package and immediately wrapped under Phil’s chin and over the top of his skull. She repeated this several times, under the chin but over a different part of his skull. Moving forward towards his forehead first, then backwards towards where the top of his head sloped down to his neck. Soon Phil had the top of his skull covered, and his ears, and at least 6 times it had gone under his chin. She started another chin wrap but when she reached about eye level she held it in place with one hand and changed wrapping directions with the hand holding the bandages. She loosely wrapped over his eyes and above his nose until the bandage overlapped the side she was holding. Once she had that in place she wrapped up and down his forehead and down to the tip of his nose. The bandages clinging to each other and to the sides of the chin / skull wrapping done earlier. She moved up and down and covered his face and the back of his head thoroughly. Soon there was a featureless bandaged orb where there had been a head previously.

Maggie asked loudly, hopeful Phil could still hear her at least a little, “Okay in there? You can breathe okay?”

Phil’s head turned like a dog listening to his master's voice, he nodded yes and also held up his thumb in a thumbs up gesture.

“Can you talk at all?” Phil apparently tried a few times but all Maggie heard was one muffled grunt sound before he did a thumbs down gesture.

“I’m going to wrap your right arm next, okay?” Maggie again asked loudly. In response Phil extended his right arm out and away from his body. Obviously he could still hear at least some things.

Maggie said, “Hold both arms above your head first Phil.” Phil raised his right and left arms over his head. Maggie pulled from the waist of his t-shirt up and over his head, turning it inside out in the process. Now Phil was shirtless.

“Now the right arm Phil.” Phil lowered both arms and left his right arm sticking out and away from his torso slightly.

Maggie opened a new roll and actually started at Phil’s neck and then wound her way down to his upper arm, then continued down the bicep making sure she had good overlap with the vet wrap. His elbow was wrapped, then the forearm. She worked on his hand, but she had decided before she even started she was just going to wrap his hand like a fish flipper. When she had finished the hand, she went back up the arm until the bandage roll was used up. She pushed his right arm down to his side and went over to the left, Phil had anticipated her and raised it up. She repeated the process on the left arm and hand, again using an entire roll.

Now Phil was wrapped over his head and down both arms and over both hands.

“Can you stand up for me Phil?” Phil stood and found his balance. Maggie moved the chair out from behind him and off the edge of the tarp.

“Don’t try to sit down again Phil, no more chair!” Phil nodded his head to let her know he had heard and understood.

Maggie dug into her supplies pile and pulled out a piece of plywood she had cut in a square with one edge rounded. It looked rather like two feet placed side by side. It was about 10 inches wide and 13 inches at the longest point. On the bottom she had glued a 2x6 board cut to ten inches. She placed this nearby, she’d need it in a few minutes.

She pulled out a new roll of bandages and again started at Phil’s neck then did some figure, “8”’s wrapping his upper chest and shoulders. This was a much larger area to wrap and she soon ran out of bandage, so she overlapped another new roll and continued until his shoulders were well covered. Once she was satisfied with that another two rolls covered from his armpits down to his waistline. Opening yet another package, and again starting around his neck, she placed his arms to his sides and covered downward, over the shoulders and arms, over the chest and arms, over his waist and lower arms. The vet wrap clinging to itself. This took another three rolls total, but when she was done Phil was wrapped from the top of his head all the way to his waistline, his flipper like hands sticking out the bottom wrappings slightly.

“Can you move your arms Phil?” Maggie asked curiously.

Phil shrugged and struggled but his arms were welded to his sides with the vet wrap. He managed to wave his useless flipper hands a little and of course his legs were still free. But his upper body and arms were now trapped.

Maggie reached out and undid his pants and slid them to his feet. Phil managed to cock his head to the side like a confused dog.

“Step out of your pants Phil, remember you said I could do what was needed to make my sarcophagus.” Maggie said loudly. Phil did a kinda head nod, full torso nod in agreement.

Phil lifted one then the other foot and Maggie pulled his pants off and out of the way and removed the shoes he was wearing at the same time.

Maggie then pulled his underwear down to his feet. She and Phil were friends with benefits so this was not the first time she’d seen his cock of course. Phil didn’t even make a sound, just lifted one foot then the other, enabling her to remove them completely.

Maggie grabbed a new roll of bandages and lifted Phil’s left foot up slightly to wrap under it, once the foot was wrapped she pushed it down to the ground again and wrapped up to his thigh. She was worried that his thick thighs would tend to let the bandages fall downwards but she overlapped and with its self sticking properties it stayed in place for the moment. She proceeded to do his right foot and leg next.

She then retrieved the foot board and had him step up on it, feet close together. He was wobbly at first but Maggie held him around the waist till he found his balance. She took a moment to count the empty bandage wrappers and throw them into a trash bag, she’d used 12 so far and she was confident she’d have plenty left to finish. She decided to use a new roll and go under the foot board and over his feet as much as possible and for good measure around his ankles too. Using the entire roll she made sure his feet were firmly attached to the elevated wooden board. She opened another roll and this time started from where the torso bandages ended and moved down to his hips and just above his cock. She had plenty to continue downard and left a gap in the bandages for his shaft and balls and moved to his upper thighs. That roll ran out and she opened another to connect where she left off on the upper thighs to connect to where the legs wrappings ended. She continued down the legs wrapping over the leg bandages. She reached his knees with that roll and seeing she still had plenty, opened another roll, this time she overlapped the mid thighs all the way to the ankles.

She stepped back to admire her work, with just 15 rolls of bandages Phil was not only completely covered but in most areas double wrapped. The vet wrap was very clingy and stuck to itself amazingly well, But she couldn’t help but notice some lumps and places that weren’t smoothly wrapped. She counted her remaining rolls of bandages.

“11 rolls left, and honestly I have no other use for them than this project.” she thought to herself and convinced herself to wrap Phil in one more layer as continuously and smoothly as possible.

She stacked the rolls nearby and used the chair she had Phil sit in earlier to climb up on and wrapped his head again. She concentrated on creating as smooth and tight a layer as possible with lot’s of overlapping. When she reached the end of a roll she’d overlap the old end with the new start by six inches or more and just keep wrapping. This last layer was pulled as tightly as she could except around his neck. She climbed off the chair and just kept working downward until she reached his feet, she had used 10 out of the remaining 11 rolls.

She stepped back and walked around the Phil mummy, he was as perfectly wrapped as she could make it, except for his cock. It was still the only thing unwrapped and had become rather erect. She wasn’t sure if that was due to the wrapping, Phil was very into bondage after all, or the fact that she hadn’t paid it any attention, so it was sticking up in an effort to get attention.

Maggie spoke to Phil, but in a normal voice so she wasn’t sure he’d hear her, especially after that last final layer of bandages had gone over his ears.

“During my research into sarcophaguses and methods of making one. I of course looked into the mummification process too. Now obviously I wasn’t going to remove your organs, or pull your brain out your nose, or pack you in salt for 90 days. But one interesting tidbit I ran across was King Tut was mummified, “erect” so to speak. They wrapped his penis up and his inner sarcophagus reflected that.” Maggie said as she opened the last roll of bandages.

 She started behind Phil’s hips and wrapped towards his cock, this time when she reached it she wrapped his shaft.and then back behind him again, then over and under the now wrapped shaft concealing his balls behind a layer of bandages and pining his erection to his belly effectively. Phil’s cock was now wrapped up like the rest of him under the sticky vet wrap bandages.

“I knew 36 bandages would be just the right amount!” Maggie congratulated herself on a job well done. She took some photos of her progress so far with her cell phone. Phil’s wrapped over erection made an obvious bulge and Maggie made sure to capture that fact in pictures.

All this activity had taken Maggie about an hour of time. She popped into her kitchen and filled a tub she had left out with warmish water, this was for soaking the bandages. Then she texted her friend Sally. Sally’s first career had been as a nurse and she had eagerly agreed to help Maggie with phase two of the construction. Once Phil had been safely covered in bandages, as she did not have a friends with benefits relationship with Phil.

Many hands make light the work.

Sally had been anticipating Maggie’s text and told her to stand by, she’d be over in less than ten minutes to help.

Maggie went back outside with the pan of water and took her time opening the various cases of fiberglass casting bandages, she did not open the individual rolls as they had a tendency to absorb water right out of the air and that would ruin them. She had bought multiple colors, there were 12 each of bright pink, black, and a bright safety orange color. .

Her friend Sally was true to her word and arrived ten minutes later. They both went out to the patio and Sally studied Phil closely.

Sally commented, “Well everything is covered and it's a nice neat job of it.”

Maggie smiled, “Thank you, I had just enough bandages.”

Sally smiled and pointed at Phil’s crotch, “I see he was enjoying himself.”

Both women chuckled and Maggie added, “Yes, Phil doesn’t mind being tied up.”

“I’ve always kinda wanted to do this.” Sally told Maggie, “Even back in nursing school.”

Maggie asked, “Make a sarcophagus?”

“No, not a sarcophagus specifically.” Sally replied, “Just a full body cast of some kind.”

Maggie didn’t ask a follow up question, just nodded her head. Who was she to judge?

Sally was suddenly all business, “Okay, we’ll want to have one roll always soaking, so you handle that and hand me the wet rolls when I ask for them. Also I’ll need a pair of scissors to cut the rolls, you don’t always want to apply a full roll every time.”

“I’ll be starting with the shoulders and upper chest, so when we start pop two rolls in the water to start soaking and let's get that chair closer to Phil so I can stand on it.” Sally suddenly asked, “What color do you want to start with?”

Maggie thought for a moment, “I’m thinking hot pink, then black for contrast, then orange to finish.”

Sally nodded her head, “Sounds good, I like the alternating colors idea, back in my day they had white and off-white.”

“I thought it would help ensure we cover up each previous layer completely.” Maggie explained her thinking.

Sally was on the chair and was examining Phil’s well wrapped head. “You’ve left a small opening under his nose for breathing?”

Maggie replied, “Yes, is it not big enough?”

“I think it's plenty big enough size wise,” Sally commented, “I’m just worried it’ll get covered up if a bandage slides or slips accidentally. “

Maggie frowned, “I had not thought of that, what should we do?”

Sally climbed down off the chair, “Do you happen to have any clear vinyl tubing?”

Maggie laughed, “Who has that laying around the house?”

“You’d be surprised.” Sally told her, “It’s commonly used in fish tank aquariums for air lines. Sometimes people have oxygen tanks. It shows up more frequently than you’d think.”

Maggie looked thoughtful for a moment. “Where did I put that stuff when Goldy died.”

“Watch Phil for a minute.” Maggie asked Sally, “I’ll be right back.”

Maggie popped back into her house and was gone for several minutes, Sally meanwhile was sizing Phil up and thinking about how she was going to apply the bandages.

“Will this work?” Maggie proudly held out some clear vinyl tubing she had scrounged up from somewhere in her house. It appeared to be quarter inch diameter tubing and would indeed work for what Sally needed.

“Excellent” Sally told her, she cut two 2 inch lengths of the tubing, stood on the chair and put one hand behind Phil’s head and Sally leaned as close as she could to his covered ear and loudly said, “It’s okay Phil, it is so you can breathe safely!”

With her other hand pushed one piece of tubing into his left nostril. Phil’s whole body attempted to flinch backwards, but Sally’s hand kept him in place and the bandages severely limited his reaction. Sally then inserted the other length of tubing into the other nostril, Phil still flinched a little, but not as badly this time.

Sally hopped off the chair, “I only inserted about an inch, but it won't fall out easily and more importantly it won’t get covered up accidentally.”

“Okay let’s wrap this mummy up!” Sally clapped her hands together and she helped Maggie open the first two hot pink rolls and put them in the water basin.

Sally climbed back on the chair and after a few minutes of soaking asked for the first roll. Maggie handed it to her and placed a new one in the water.

Using the scissors she cut several 3 foot long strips of the casting bandages off and placed them over Phil’s shoulders, overlapping front and back. Sally explained to Maggie as she worked, “The shoulders are a natural suspension point to hang the bandages off of.”

She used up the first roll and Phil’s shoulders and some of his back and chest were now covered with hot pink bandages. “Next roll please” Sally held out her hand.

This time she cut off shorter strips and draped them over Phl’s head, then wrapped around his head. Before she reached his ears she loudly said, “Goodbye Phil, see you when it’s all done!”

Between opening rolls and handing rolls to Sally, Maggie was using her camera to document the process. This time when the roll ran out Phil’s head and neck were hot pink. Sally got another wet roll of the casting bandages and Maggie got the next one soaking.

Sally told Maggie, “I’ve got to work fast on this first layer if you want it to be a single piece when it dries.”

Maggie was very glad she had enlisted Sally’s help in this project. Sally was fast and efficient, knowing exactly how to cover the human body in a solid layer of casting bandages. Within 15 minutes Phil’s entire body was hot pink fiberglass and not a sign of the white vet wrap was visible underneath. This first layer of bandages was very Phil shaped and Sally had casted his cock bulge right into the materials.

She commented as she wrapped over Phil’s feet and under the wooden base plate Maggie had designed.

“This was a brilliant idea,” Sally said. “There would have been no way for us to pick him up and wrap under his feet. This way the fiberglass wraps around the base and you get a flat level board as the base.”

Maggie proudly replied, “Thank you, thank you. I gave this project a lot of thought.”

Sally stood up and stretched. “How many rolls of pink do we have left?”

Maggie said, “One in the water, and three unopened in the box.”

Sally nodded, “Okay that means I can do a little more tighter overlapping than I thought. Let’s toss that pink and start prepping two black rolls.”

Maggie nodded and opened two black rolls and tossed the wet roll of pink in the trash. It was a bit of a waste but once wet you had to use them or toss them. Luckily she had seen Sally reaching the feet and had not placed a second roll in the water. Although in all honesty she was unlikely to ever use the leftover rolls, never say never though she thought to herself.

Sally hit a rhythm early, now that she had that first layer wrapped, the black one went on even faster. In ten minutes she had wrapped every inch of Phil, covering up the hot pink completely and using 11 out of the 12 rolls.

Maggie didn’t even need to be told this time, she opened the two new rolls of safety orange without even being asked as Sally was still using up the last of the black roll.

Sally climbed up and started applying the orange fiberglass cast. Maybe because it was growing larger with each layer or Sally was just getting very good at estimating her wrappings, but she used all 12 of the orange bandages. The last foot or so just wrapped back around Phil’s ankles to use it up, rather than cut it off.

Sally stood up and took a few steps back, then walked all around the fiberglass cast. “I love these colors Maggie” she told her as she walked around.

“With just a look I can guarantee the black covered up all the hot pink, and now the orange has completely covered the black layer.” Sally sounded proud of her work.

Maggie was impressed too and walked around the fiberglass shell, occasionally touching it. “I could not have worked as fast or efficiently as you Sally.”

“Assuming the layers bonded to each other properly, Phil should be ready to be cut out of there in 30 minutes or so.” Sally ran her hands over the surface of the cast.

Maggie commented, “It’s warm to the touch he won’t overheat in there will he?”

Sally looked thoughtful for a moment and took time to read the label on the empty vet wrap box.

“All of these materials say they are breathable.” Sally waved a hand at them. “Unlike the old plaster bandages, the fiberglass allows air to pass through, he’ll be warm of course, but he won’t overheat.”

Maggie was happy to hear Sally’s diagnosis, so she held up her marking pen and her dremel. “Help me mark the halves for cutting then?”

Sally took the pen out of her hand and agreed, “Sure, good idea to know where you should cut. But what’s the dremel for?”

“To cut the cast off of him?” Maggie said questionably.

“With that? You’ll cut him in half too. Well not in half, just a giant skin cut all the way around.” Sally snorted, “You need a cast saw!”

“But the person who did this fiberglass cast method only needed a dremel tool.” Maggie protested.

“Were they using a live model under the fiberglass cast?” Sally asked her.

“Well no, the dremel tool guy had assembled his mummy out of a trash can, soda bottles and saran wrapped them into a man shape then wrapped the objects with duct tape.” Maggie explained, “Then the fiberglass bandages.”

“So where did you get the idea to wrap Phil in bandages?” Sally continued to question.

“Well that was another person who wrapped their boyfriend in bandages, then saran wrap then duct tape.” Maggie told Sally, “They just cut the tape and the wrap off of him with safety scissors.”

“So you cleverly took one process with a person winding up in duct tape, and the fiberglass casting process that started with a duct tape shaped dummy, and made it all one process?” Sally summarized.

“Yes” Maggie squeaked, embarrassed by her now obvious mistake.

“Maggie!” Sally admonished her, “Thank goodness I was here, or you would have cut Phil out only to have to take him to the hospital!”

Maggie looked forlornly at the dremel tool, “But then how do we get him out?!”

Sally sighed and got out her cell phone, “Let me check with an old friend.”

Sally called someone named Debbie, “Debbie, how are you?”

They chatted for a few minutes but then Sally asked, “You're still working for the vet’s office?”

“Good, glad to hear it.” Sally sounded pleased, “I’ve got a big favor to ask, can I borrow your cast saw overnight?”

“Why?” Sally looked over at Maggie, “You remember how we were all in nursing school and the casting classes came up, and we all talked about putting Sourpuss Sarah in a body cast as a joke?”

Sally continued talking, “Well I have a friend who did something like that, now her friend is stuck inside a cast and we need to borrow the cast saw.”

“We can borrow it if you can come over and help?” Sally looked at Maggie. Maggie nodded a frantic yes. “That would be great, what time? After work? I’ll text you the address, see you around 6.”

“You owe her a bottle of wine at least.” Sally said as she input Maggie’s address into a text message to Debbie.

“I’ll give her the pick of my bottles.” Maggie replied, “When did you say she’d be here?”

The Harvest is delayed.

“After she gets off work, around 6pm by the time she drives here” Sally told her.

“But it’s only noon now, that’s six hours.” Maggie mentioned.

“Well what were you going to do after you got Phil out?” Sally asked

Maggie told her, “I was going to add hinges, paint the outside and seal it to protect the paint.”

Sally told her, “Well Phil’s not going anywhere, so why not do that.”

“Paint the sarcophagus while Phil’s trapped inside?” Maggie sounded surprised by the suggestion.

“I’ll even help you, it’ll make the time go by faster.” Sally told her.

Maggie looked momentarily confused but stood up and opened a blue plastic tub, “I suppose it can’t hurt him.”

Maggie pulled out a large rattle can of shiny gold paint.

“Just don’t spray near his breathing tubes” Sally cautioned. ‘I’d use the spray paint only from the neck down.”

“As a matter of fact” Sally climbed up on the chair and held the back of her hand under the nose tubes. “He’s breathing steadily. He can stay there safely until Debbie gets here.”

Maggie had been shaking the can of paint and making the b-bs inside rattle, hence the nickname rattle can.

“Hand me the can and I’ll do his shoulders and neck area while I’m already on the chair.” Sally held out her hand for the can.

Maggie handed it to her and watched as Sally carefully and slowly painted Phil’s neck, chest, and shoulders as far as she could reach. When she got even close to Phil’s face she held her free hand over the nose tubes to block any overspray.

“Did you want all the orange painted gold?” Sally asked before getting down.

“Yes, that's why I picked orange for the last layer, it's a complementary color to gold.” Maggie explained.

Sally nodded and then with extreme care painted the head on the sides and top, then holding her hand again to block any overspray she filed in the eyes, forehead and upper nose area.

Now Sally climbed down. “Well other than the mouth and nostrils area, the rest is gold.”

Sally handed Maggie the spray can, then helped her move the chair behind Phil, “You get the backside.”

Maggie climbed up and with the same care Sally had shown carefully painted all the orange fiberglass from the top of Phil’s skull all the way down to his mid back area and overlapping the sides where his arm shapes still showed even through 3 layers of fiberglass. She climbed back down and worked her way around to the front, then carefully aiming the nozzle continued where Sally had left off in front. Eventually getting all the way down to Phil’s shins before the can suddenly ran out of paint.

Maggie, sounding more confident, asked Sally, “Hand me the second can in the tote please?” Sally dug out the second can of shiny gold paint and shook up the can before handing it to Maggie.

Sally smiled to herself and thought, “Just had to get Maggie’s mind off the screw up, keeping busy is just the ticket.“

“So after it’s all gold, what next?” Sally asked Maggie as she moved behind the sarcophagus and painted the sides and back.

“Once I get a nice even coat of gold everywhere, well almost everywhere.” Maggie self corrected herself, “I need to lay out some painters tape on the front half, they had a very beautiful grid pattern of lapis blue and a contrasting carmine color. I’ll lay out a grid of what I want to stay gold, then cover that with where the lapis blue will be, then lay out more tape and paint the remaining spaces with the dark red color. When I peel off the tape it will reveal the blues and golds under, in a geometric pattern. Then I’ll hand paint some cartouches and hieroglyphs in sacred locations.”

Maggie was gathering her supplies as she spoke to Sally. “By the time that’s all done I’ll have a better idea how long the back half will take.”

“So how can I help?” Sally asked her.

Maggie stood up and looked thoughtful, “I could eat.”

Sally replied, “So could I.”

“There’s cold cuts, cheese , bread, etc in the fridge.” Maggie pointed back into the house. “I like ham and swiss with mustard and lettuce, please. Oh and I made a pitcher of iced tea, unsweetened.”

Sally headed into the small kitchen and opened the fridge, there was not much in there but on the top shelf still in a grocery bag was a variety of small packages of meats and cheeses. A brand new jar of mustard, a head of lettuce and a tomato. Sally found a twist tied bag of sandwich rolls on the counter and started making sandwiches.

The simple task let her ponder the oddball events of the day so far. She had been intrigued when Maggie had first approached her about this project. At first Maggie had just asked her what she knew about fiberglass casting, where to get materials, those kinds of general questions. Sally had wondered what Maggie was up to and eventually asked enough questions to get Maggie to tell her about the entire project concept.

Wrap a man head to toe in bandages, cover him in multiple layers of fiberglass casting bandages, and make your own sarcophagus! She was immediately intrigued, who would volunteer to let Maggie do that? What would it feel like to be trapped like that? What would it feel like to be the one trapping him? She had remembered one of the classes in her nursing school days had been about safely casting body parts. Half the class had used the other half as patients one Monday, and then had them cut off Tuesday. The teacher said it was to give them sympathy for the patients who had to wear them week after week. The other half of the class was supposed to get their own casts Thursday, and then have them removed Friday. Sally recalled the sense of power she had, casting one of the girls in class from shoulder to wrist, immobilizing her entire left arm. She had no desire to wear one of the casts herself and she convinced someone to swap with her and Sally had cast another classmate's entire arm. She remembered it gave her an odd tickle in her tummy as she had slowly turned the classmate into a partial plaster, “statue” of sorts. Maybe that memory was what talked her into helping Maggie with her project.

She brought out the pitcher of iced tea, two glasses with ice cubes, and a sandwich for each of them.

Maggie was busily applying the painters tape in an intricate grid pattern, consulting with some pictures she had downloaded now and then. Sally poured her own glass of tea and ate her sandwich.

Soon enough Maggie stood up and stepped back from her work. “Done, as close as I can make it.”

Sally gestured to the food and drink, “Take a break then, while you do I can fill in the gold around his mouth. Do you have a can of gold paint and a small brush?”

Maggie slumped into a patio chair and poured some ice tea for herself. “Thanks, one less thing for me to do. It’s in the tote, it should be a good match to the existing gold paint.”

Sally positioned the folding chair directly in front of the sarcophagus, pulled out the pint sized can of gold paint, shook it a few times and unscrewed the lid. She selected a half inch foam brush out of the tote and climbed up on the chair. Carefully she worked the paint around the nose tubes and over the mouth. Luckily this paint didn’t stink as much as the aerosol paint did, so she was sure Phil smelled it, but it wasn’t as strong a chemical smell.

Sally called down to Maggie, “How does that look?”

Maggie looked up while munching on her sandwich. She had not had breakfast earlier, too excited setting things up for the project that morning. “It is a different texture or maybe tone than the aerosol paint.”

Sally nodded, “Yeah, it looked different to me too. What should I do?”

“Do me a favor while you are up there.” Maggie stood up and pointed at the head and drew an oval shape in the air “ Imagine an oval around his face and paint that with the new gold paint, then fill in the oval. That way the entire face area is the same color.”

“Oh clever, that will give it a mask-like effect.” Sally nodded her head and followed Maggie’s instructions.

Sally stepped down off the ladder and admired her work. Maggie had wolfed down her sandwich not realizing how hungry she was until she started eating.

“That looks good” Maggie complimented Sally, “I can work with that.”

Now that the sarcophagus was covered in gold paint, Maggie took out her camera and took a few more pictures to document her process.

“Pose next to it?” Maggie asked Sally

Sally took up a pose next to the fiberglass sarcophagus, as if she was on a game show and she was a model presenting a prize to the big winner.

Maggie chuckled and told her, “Perfect!” and took several pictures.

Maggie set aside her phone for the moment and pulled out a pint of lapis blue paint, a red solo cup, and two brushes. She poured a generous amount of paint in the cup and handed it to Sally.

“You don’t mind helping me fill in some squares while we wait?” Maggie asked Sally.

Sally looked doubtful, but added. “Happy to help, but you’ll need to tell me where to paint.”

“Inside the grid you’ll see some gold spots.” Maggie pointed to her grid of tape, “Paint the parts that are currently gold.”

Sally said, “Easy enough.” and pulled the folding chair off to the side but still in front of the sarcophagus. So she could sit down and paint more easily.

“Good idea” Maggie also pulled over a chair on the other side but still in front. “Also make sure you dab the paint, don’t brush it on and hope the tape will define the grid.” Maggie demonstrated.

“Like this?” Sally demonstrated for Maggie.

“Exactly.” Maggie beamed.

“Then when the blue dries, I pull off the grid and reapply it to cover the parts I want to keep gold and blue, and paint the exposed areas the lovely carmine red. Then that will dry. I'll pull all the tape and we’ll have a tri-color pattern all around the front base of the sarcophagus.”

Sally made sounds of agreement while she continued to concentrate on her painting.

“If it looks as good as I think it will I’ll continue the pattern around the back area and level with the front.” Maggie told her the plan.

“What about the upper body areas?” Sally paused long enough to ask.

“Well the one I’m copying, King Tut’s inner sarcophagus. Is the one everyone thinks about when you say King Tut.” Maggie explained as they both painted. “The one with the face painted over the face area, the colorful stripes on the back of the head. The sacred symbols, all the fun stuff.”

Maggie glanced at her phone and checked the time. “Honestly with your help and assuming this goes smoothly, we’ll be done and completely dry by the time your friend gets here with the saw.”

It was Sally’s turn to chuckle, “Wait till she sees it!”

The crop ripens in the sun.

The two women chatted idly as they worked, Maggie laying out the grid and Sally helping her paint. The paint dried quickly in the afternoon sun as they worked their way around the base. Eventually they had painted the sarcophagus from the hips to its ankles in the tri-color geometric pattern. Maggie pronounced herself very pleased with the results. Sally had to admit the colors really added to the sarcophagus and gave it a 3-D effect with the pattern.

Maggie climbed up on the chair this time behind the sarcophagus and painted stripes from the crown to the shoulders, alternating the blue and red and gold. In the middle of the back she used black to paint a cartouche and symbols inside it.

 “From the book of the dead,” Maggie told Sally.

Letting all that dry, she moved to the front and painted lips, eyebrows and other facial features into the gold oval Sally had painted earlier. She took particular care to make the eyes as close to the Death Mask of King Tut as possible.

While she was painting the face she kept accidentally hitting the ends of the nose tubes. She asked Sally, “Do you think we need these any more?”

“No,” Sally answered. “It was only to prevent accidents, the fiberglass is hard as a rock by now, it can’t slip and cover his nose.”

Maggie carefully pinched and pulled one tube directly down and out of Phil’s nose. Then repeated the process with the other tube. She was relieved to hear him snort, as if he was clearing his nostrils. Clearly Phil was still alive and well inside.

Maggie felt more confident working without the tubes interfering with her access and soon had a very realistic Egyptian looking face mask painted.

“How’s that look?” she called down to Sally.

Sally had been taking some candids with Maggie’s phone of her painting the face.

“Great work.” Sally replied, “It’s all coming together now.”

Maggie added more details to the upper body, cartouches, sigils and other things copied from museum pictures of the real Tut’s sarcophagus.

Eventually she ran out of things to paint and climbed down off the chair. She sat down and poured the last little bit of iced tea into her glass.

Sally was walking around the painted sarcophagus taking pictures from all sides and various angles.

“Thirsty work.” Maggie commented, then asked, “What time is it anyway?”

“Just going on 5:30 pm,” Sally told her. “It’ll be dark in an hour or so.”

Maggie drank the remaining iced tea in one big gulp and stood up stretching her back and then her arms.

“Just enough time for a couple of layers of clear coat to protect the paint before your friend arrives.” Maggie was already digging out the quart sized bottle of clear coating. Again she poured a generous portion in an empty solo cup and handed it to Sally with a 2 inch wide foam brush.

Maggie explained, “Dunk the brush, and take big strokes, up and down. You start here and go clockwise, I'll start on the back and do the same. When you reach the area I’ve painted we’ll move to the upper body.”

Sally nodded and said, “Just like the Karate Kid, brush up, brush down, big strokes Daniel-san.”

Maggie nodded her head and moved into position. They started painting at the same time and slowly walked their way around the bottom half of the sarcophagus. Reaching the point where the other started, they both moved chairs into position and started on the upper body, from the waist up to the shoulders.

They had to move the chairs now and then, but sooner than later they finished the upper body also. They each positioned their chairs again , front and back, and carefully painted the head. The clear coating was a bit pungent and Maggie idly wondered what Phil was thinking about all this. In fairness she had told him all the steps they’d be doing right at the beginning of the project. The assumption he would not be inside the shell during this step was the only difference.

Maggie and Sally let that coating dry and sat down at the small patio table to wait.

Maggie spoke up, “Care for a drink?”

Sally nodded her head, “Iced tea or…?”

“I was thinking of opening a bottle of wine.” Maggie suggested.

“Tasty, do you have pinot noir?” Sally asked.

“I do,” Maggie said and wandered into her kitchen to open the bottle and bring out some glasses.

She poured two glasses and held up her glass, “To a successful project!” Maggie proposed a toast.

“Almost.” Sally clinked her glass and sipped some wine. “Nice, just what I needed.”

“Almost?” Maggie asked as she sipped her glass.

“It looks amazing.” Sally gestured at the sarcophagus, “But there’s still one small minor step.”

“Oh?” Maggie finished her glass and poured some more.

“Phil?” Sally said, “Opening it up and getting Phil out?”

Maggie chuckled, “Oh that!” She drank some more wine and added, “I’ll tell you a little secret.”

Sally leaned in and whispered, “A secret?”

Maggie looked left, then right, then leaned in and also whispered, “Shhhh, yes a secret.”

Sally winked and continued to whisper, “What secret?”

“Phil” Maggie started saying, paused to drink more wine, then continued. “Loves bondage, I’ll bet he’s having the time of his life in there.”

Sally drank her own wine, poured a new glass full and then whispered back. “That’s not much of a secret.”

Sally stood up and tapped the sarcophagus where Phil’s crotch was covered over with fiberglass, there was still a noticeable bulge even under three layers of casting bandages.

Maggie thought that was hilarious and laughed loudly. “Poor Phil, his secrets are exposed.”

Sally laughed in return and sat back down, “Well not exposed currently.”

Maggie put her wine glass down and took back up the clear coat and her paint brush. “One more coat should do it.”

The women stood up and started painting again, luckily the wine had not affected their balance yet.

Sally made a point of starting her first brush stroke right over Phil’s covered crotch. “See, completely covered currently.”

With much giggling and laughter they managed to get the second coat done without falling off the chairs or dropping anything. Just as they had finished the clear coat and put down the brushes and picked back up the wine, Maggie’s doorbell rang.

Harvest Time finally?

Maggie went to her front door and opened it up, standing in front of her were two women. Maggie, slightly confused and maybe a little tipsy, asked, “Debbie?”

The woman in front and carrying a gym bag said, “That’s me, is Sally here?”

Maggie nodded, “Yes, this is the right place, come in and all the way out to the backyard.”

The two women entered and started down the main hall headed to the kitchen, Maggie followed them and gave them directions, until they came to the patio door and Sally waved at them from the patio

Sally stood up and gave Debbie a big hug. “I see you brought the saw and a friend?” she commented as they hugged.

“Sally, meet Janice” Debbie introduced her, “Janice saw me borrowing the saw and wanted to know why.”

While Sally and Debbie had been hugging, Janice had slipped past them and was examining the golden sarcophagus.

“This is amazing!” Janice gushed and pulled out her phone to take pictures. “The paint work, the construction, it is just amazing.”

Sally pulled away from Debbie and introduced Maggie. “This is Maggie, our artist and creator of the sarcophagus.”

“Nice to meet you Maggie,” Debbie said, “and please meet Janice, my assistant at the vets office.”

Janice reached out a hand to shake Maggie’s hand. “A pleasure to meet you, this is amazing. I love what you’ve made here!”

Maggie modestly replied, “Thank you, of course Sally helped quite a bit.”

Sally demurred, “This was all your idea, I was just a set of hands.”

Debbie interrupted the mutual admiration to ask. “Well whose idea was it to make a cast and not have a cast saw ready?”

“Me” Maggie said meekly, “I thought a dremel tool would be enough.”

“Luckily for your friend in the cast, Sally stopped you.” Debbie commented, as she pulled the cast saw out of the gym bag and put it on the small patio table in between the wine glasses and mostly empty bottle of pinot noir wine.

Janice meanwhile had gone back to admiring the sarcophagus and was walking around it just when Debbie made her statement.

“So it’s true?” Janice said almost eagerly, “There’s someone in there? Amazing!”

“Yes my friend Phil.” Maggie told her as she sat down carefully and looked curiously at the cast saw.

Sally added, “He was already mummified in vet wrap when I arrived, but I can confirm that there’s a living breathing person and they’ve been in there for the last six hours.”

Janice commented, “Six hours inside there?!”

“We just got off work and hurried over here.” Debbie was eyeing the empty bottle of wine, “I don’t suppose there’s any more wine left?”

Maggie stood up saying, “Of course, pardon my manners, would everyone like some wine?”

Sally raised her empty glass to her lips, “Yes please.”

Debbie and Jancie both confirmed they’d appreciate a glass after a long day at work.

“It’s the least I can do for you coming to Phil’s rescue” Maggie said before heading into her kitchen.

While Maggie was busy in the kitchen Debbie moved the cast saw near the sarcophagus and made space on the table. Maggie returned with two more glasses, and another folding chair. Once that was setup and the glasses were all on the table she returned to the kitchen and fetched two more bottles of wine and a corkscrew. The four women crowded around the small patio table, sitting practically knee to knee as Maggie poured each one a generous glass of wine from the first bottle.

“A toast” Maggie said raising her glass, “To new friends!”

The women clinked their glasses together and drank some wine.

Sally raised her glass, “And to Phil, who brought us all together.”

The women all chuckled at this toast, but clinked their glasses and drank some more.

“So what’s the plan?” Debbie asked the table in general.

Magie responded, “Well the original plan was to cut it in half, separate the halves and remove the Phil. Then I was going to hinge the lid, paint the insides and put in some shelving.”

Debbie stood up and examined the sarcophagus, “Did you know you can cut out a section of a cast using a cast saw?”

Sally raised her hand, “Yes I did know that.” and then laughed at her own comment.

Janice looked quizzically at Debbie, “Yes, it can do that, but why?”

Debbie bent over and pointedly stared at the bulge in the sarcophagus covering Phil’s crotch.

She commented, “Now why would I want to cut an opening in one spot instead of cutting the whole thing in half?” She trailed off suggestively, “I wonder…”

Janice giggled, Maggie smiled, and Sally snorted her wine, then said, “Debbie you are so bad!”

“How well wrapped up is he under the fiberglass?” Debbie asked Maggie.

Maggie thought for a moment, “Well I used an entire case of vet wrap, so in most places there’s at least three layers covering him. Probably slightly more around the head, it took quite a few layers to cover the top of his head, chin and ears. He was practically deaf before we even covered him in fiberglass.”

“Exactly” Debbie said, “He is deaf, blind and has no idea we are even here right now. He’s still waiting for Maggie to cut him free.”

Sally looked at Debbie thoughtfully. “All he knows is someone sealed him into the sarcophagus, and from the paint smells he must know we’ve painted it.”

“Yes.” Debbie said, “He has no clue who is out here, how much time has passed or what happens next.”

Maggie, feeling the wine she had drank, blurted out, “Plus, he’s a big old bondage addict. He’s probably loving it.”

Sally also more than a little tipsy added, “Let’s see how much he’s loving it!”

Janice wide eyed was looking from woman to woman, each comment more surprising than the last.

“I’ll need an extension cord “ Debbie told Maggie.

“Coming right up!” Maggie declared and went into her apartment.

Sounds of searching reached the women waiting on the patio. One loud crash in particular had everyone worried for a moment but then Maggie reappeared in the doorway.

“Here you go.” Maggie said as she handed the orange cord to Debbie. “There’s an outlet over there.”

Janice spoke up, “Is Phil going to be okay with this?”

Phil is lucky to be getting out there” Debbie commented as she set up the saw and added, “Eventually”.

Maggie sat back down to sip some more wine and commented to Janice, “I have Phil’s prior authorization to do whatever is needed.”

Sally was watching Debbie set up the cast saw, then she outlined in tape where she intended to cut. Sally noted Debbie was cutting a generous, “access panel” in the front of the sarcophagus.

Then Debbie was ready, the saw made an odd whirring and buzzing sound and easily cut into the cast material. First she cut downward on both sides of the proposed opening. Then she made the sidewise cuts top and bottom, once she was done she shut down the cast saw and unplugged it. She got a finger in between the panel and the main body and pried it out.

This revealed the vet-wrapped bulge over Phil’s penis. Debbie touched it and told them, “Confirmed, he’s still hard under there!”

Maggie asked, “I wonder if he’s been hard all this time or just got hard again while you were cutting the opening?”

A bet and a test.

Sally said, “You said he’s a huge bondage fan, I’ll bet he’s been hard the whole time.”

Debbie disagreed, “No way he’s been hard over six hours straight. He firmed back up again once he realized we were cutting him free.”

Maggie added to the debate, “I’d bet on hard the whole time, I’ve had him tied up before and he’s gone hours erect.”

“No way” Janice spoke up, “It’s just not possible for a man to last that long.”

“Well there’s no way to prove it, so we’ll just have to ask him once he’s free.” Maggie thought that would settle it.

“I think I know a way.” Debbie wasn’t letting it go that easily.

“A way to tell if he’s been hard for six hours or just got hard again?” Sally asked surprised.

“Yes,” Debbie said. “But first what’s the bet?”

“Twenty bucks each?” Janice suggested.

“Money?” Maggie interjected, “That’s kinda boring, let's do a fun bet.”

“A fun bet?” It was Debbie’s turn to be confused.

“Sure” Maggie explained, “If you can prove if Phil’s been hard all that time or not, the losers let the winners mummify them and pose them next to Phil inside the sarcophagus.”

Sally spoke up, “That sounds fun, I’m game!”

Janice was nodding her head yes but then asked, “Just mummified then pictures,and nothing else right?”

“Of course.” Maggie said, “I only have a spare case of the vet wrap bandages and like 4 rolls of the casting material left.”

“It’s a bet” Sally said, “But you still haven’t explained how you’ll prove it Debbie.”

Maggie said, “Okay so we all agree, losers get mummified and only mummified and posed next to Phil’s sarcophagus.”

Janice voiced a question, “For how long?”

“Reasonable question.” Maggie told her, “Let’s say no less than an hour, no longer than two hours?”

Janice nodded her head yes.

Sally spoke up, “Agreed, it’s a bet.”

Debbie said, “What the hell, let’s do it.”

“Okay it’s a bet, we all agree.” Maggie added her agreement, “Now Debbie tell us how you are going to prove it one way or the other?”

Debbie started to explain, “The way I see it, if Phil’s been hard for over six hours straight he’s got to be ready to pop with very little effort. If he’s gone flaccid and just woke up again recently, it would take some work to make him pop.”

“I can’t fault your logic, but there is just one question.” Maggie smiled, “Who exactly is going to make him pop?”

Debbie pointed at Maggie, “He’s your friend and I assume a partner occasionally?”

Maggie, still smiling, said, “True, Phil is occasionally my partner, but that’s exactly why I shouldn't be the one to test him. I have an unfair advantage, I know what makes him pop.”

Janice asked, “Would Phil be okay with one of us making him cum?”

“Phil will never know who did it.” Maggie told her, “Right now he’s deaf, dumb and blind. It’s as close to anonymous as you can get considering there’s only four of us. He’ll know one of us did it, but as long as we never tell him, he’ll never know which one. We could even tell him there was another person here, who did it and then left.”

Debbie said, “Good thinking. But it still doesn’t decide who?”

Sally suggested, “Draw straws?”

Debbie agreed, “Sounds fair to me.”

“I’ll do it.” Janice said softly.

“You will?” Sally asked.

“Are you sure?” Debbie added.

“Yes, I’d like to.” Janice smiled shyly and confirmed that she was volunteering. “Can someone unwrap it for me?”

Maggie grabbed a pair of safety shears she had kept handy for when she had planned to unwrap Phil later. She approached the sarcophagus and reached into the opening and carefully cut to either side of Phil’s manhood, removing the bandages. When she finished his hard shaft was sticking out at a roughly 90 degree angle from the fiberglass shell. The tip was bright red and shiny. Janice moved her chair in front of it and positioned herself to lean in.

Janice leaned in and turned her head sideways slightly, engulfing Phil’s hard shaft in her mouth. She moved back and forth slowly at first, getting a feel for his length and girth. But soon enough she was moving faster and then within minutes she could be seen gulping and sucking. Phil had indeed popped off in under five minutes of attention.

“Damn that was fast.” Debbie pouted. “You could have drawn it out more Janice.”

Janice drank some wine before replying, “I did try, he was just ready to go.”

Maggie chuckled, “Told you so.”

Sally asked Maggie, “Where’s that spare case of vet wrap?”

Smiling, Maggie replied, “I’ll go get it.” She stood and went into her apartment.

“How do you want to be wrapped? Sally asked, “Naked, underwear only, or fully clothed?”

“Underwear only for me,” Janice said quickly.

Debbie hesitated and then replied, “I guess that would be more comfortable than over our clothes. Same for me.”

Sally nodded her head and asked, “Well we can only wrap one at a time, who is first?”

Three little mummies are we?

Sally made a bet with herself, it was going to be Janice. Janice had been very enthusiastic about this entire project, insisting on accompanying Debbie to see the fiberglass casted Phil. Making the bet to be mummified, then rather actively getting Phil to pop off quickly so she’d lose the bet. Sally thought she had done so on purpose.

As Maggie came back onto the patio, Janice stood up and announced, “I’ll go first.”

Sally smiled broadly, winning the bet with herself. “That’s 18 rolls each, go stand next to Phil and strip to your underwear.” Sally waved at Janice, knowing she’d obey.

Janice stripped off her medical scrubs and shoes and socks and was soon standing next to Phil in her matching lace lined bra and panty set. Sally moved one of the folding chairs in front of Janice.

Sally explained, “I’m going to wrap your left foot and up your leg first. Then the right foot and leg. Both rolls should run out somewhere around your hips.”

Janice nodded her head, “yes” and held up her left foot for Sally to wrap.

Sally was fast and efficient and soon Janice’s left foot and leg were well wrapped in the bandage. As predicted it ran out somewhere Janice’s hips. “Next leg.” Sally told Janice.

Again, Sally the former nurse worked her magic and Janice’s right leg disappeared under the vet wrap bandage.

Sally stood up, “Left arm please.” she commanded Janice. Soon Sally had wrapped her hand into a bandaged fist and covered the arm up to the shoulder.

“Right arm.” Janice was on a roll now and the bandages were flying onto Janice’s nearly naked body.

“Say goodbye Janice, head’s next.” Sally warned her.

Janice cheerfully said, “See you later!” Before Sally could cover her head.

Sally used an entire roll on Janice’s head and neck area. By the time she was done, Janice’s head had assumed a much more rounded shape due to all the bandages.

“Now comes the fun part.” Sally told Maggie and Debbie who had been sipping their wine and watching fascinated as Sally worked.

“Fun Part?” Debbie asked?

“Yes” Sally said as she opened several rolls of bandages in advance. “Over the shoulders and through the crotch. Maggie come help me?”

Maggie moved behind Janice and as Sally passed the roll over the shoulder, Maggie passed it back through Janice’s legs. This allowed Sally to pull the bandages tightly into Janice’s ass crack and crotch. Sally noticed Janice was shifting her weight from side to side as Maggie and Sally passed the bandage back and forth, front to back. Maggie standing behind Janice gave Sally a long wink. As Janice's shoulders were covered, it required the other end to pass between her legs multiple times. Eventually Sally changed directions and started wrapping Janice’s upper chest and under her armpits. Sally passed the bandages to Maggie who ran it around Janice’s back and passed it to Sally to wrap the front side. They went through several rolls and wrapped Janice from the armpits down to her hips.

“Okay, time for the outer layer.” Sally announced. She started around Janice’s eyes and just passed roll after roll of bandages to Maggie, and the two of them worked their way down to Janice’s ankles in one continuous effort. They used 13 of the rolls to cover her completely with the inner and outer layers.

Once she was fully wrapped Maggie took multiple pictures of her alongside the Phil sarcophagus.

Sally watched bemused and commented, “Maybe we should cover little Phil back up?”

Maggie made a, “whoops” sound and grabbed the panel piece they had cut out earlier and inserted it back into place. She wiggled it around until it was wedged in place and would stay there without her hand holding it in place.

“As long as little Phil doesn’t push too hard on the door, it should hold long enough for pictures.” Maggie commented.

She took multiple pictures of Janice Mummy and Phil Sarcophagus next to each other.

Debbie stood up, “Guess it’s my turn.”

Sally waved her back to her chair. Quietly she said, “I don’t think we need to wrap you Debbie.”

“Then why did you do Janice?” Debbie asked just as quietly. “If you aren’t doing me.”

“Because Janice,” Sally smiled wickedly, “really wanted it.”

All three women turned their attention to the Janice mummy and all of them noticed her wiggling inside her bandages. Her hips were shifting left and right, rubbing her thighs together as she shifted her weight back and forth. Just then Janice arched her back and the bandages were pulled tighter between her legs and they heard a low moan escape her lips.

Debbie commented, “I see what you mean.”

Maggie added, “I’m afraid she might fall over.”

“Let’s lay her down safely” Sally said, “Then we’ll cut Phil out.”

Maggie, Sally, and Debbie approached the wriggling Janice and carefully put hands on her and gently laid her on the ground. Once safely laying down, her wriggling and struggling against the bandages increased in intensity. Apparently she had been holding back while upright, afraid of tipping over. Without the fear of falling she was intent on achieving her goal.

Sally commented, “Should have wrapped her on top of Phil.”

Debbie laughed, “I had no idea she was into this.”

“I don’t think she knew she was before today .” Maggie observed, then added, “I think this has been an awakening of sorts for Janice.”

Wiggling Mummy, Opening the sarcophagus. 

“Okay, let’s plug in the cast saw and get to work.” Debbie announced she was by far the most sober out of the remaining three.

Since the cast saw allowed her to start nearly anywhere cutting the cast off, she stepped up to Phil’s side around mid bicep and just let the saw bite into the fiberglass, then started working downwards. She was experienced in using it and allowed it to work itself down the cut line, it walked its way down the side of Phil. It only took five minutes to reach the baseboard Phil was standing on. Debbie took a moment to rest and sip a little of her remaining wine. Sh ethen moved around to the other side of Phil and started at approximately the same place on that side. Again she let the saw and gravity do the work for her and was soon enough cutting the bottom last inches. She placed a chair next to the sarcophagus and climbed up. Starting at the very top of Phil’s head and letting the saw walk its way down to the existing cut line. Now there was only one small section to cut free. Debbie moved the chair to the other side and repeated the process. Maggie and Sally were holding the front and back sections together as she worked, not wanting the halves to fall apart and crash to the ground.

Debbie finished cutting the last little piece of fiberglass cast and stopped down off the chair. Maggie had the front half and Sally the back half. Carefully Debbie worked her fingers into the gap between the newly separated pieces and pulled them apart. Maggie supported the front half as it pulled away from the back section. Once it was free Debbie helped her carry it off to the side and lay it down face up. Then Maggie, Debbie and Sally peeled the back half off the exposed Phil mummy, still wrapped in his bandages. They laid that half next to the other piece with the painted side face up.

Phil was left standing still wrapped in bandages for the moment. As the women took a small break for some more wine and to congratulate each other on getting the sarcophagus safely cut off Phil.

“Excellent work Debbie” Sally complimented her friend.

“Only because you did such a good job of casting” Debbie complimented in return.

Maggie spoke up, “Thank you both for helping make my dream come true.”

They all clinked wine glasses together and drank. And then watched the Janice mummy squirming and the Phil mummy standing still on the wooden platform.

“How long should we leave them like that?” Sally asked the group.

Debbie commented, “Well Janice is having fun so far.”

“I’m worried Phil will fall over.” Maggie commented.

“Do you think the three of us could lay him down on the tarp safely?” Debbie asked.

“More of a controlled fall than anything.” Sally remarked after some thought. She stood up and moved next to the well wrapped Phil. “Give me a hand.”

Debbie and Maggie stood up and moved around Phil too. Then joined hands around Phil and Sally pushed him. Then grabbed around his hips to ease him down. As Phil felt himself toppling over he made some sort of muffled noise, but then the women had slowed him down enough to ease him safely to the ground. He landed more or less next to the well wrapped Janice. Once he was safely laying down he attempted to stretch and move inside his bandage cocoon also.

“Definitely need some pictures of two wiggling mummies next to each other.” Sally remarked.

Maggie pulled out her phone and recorded some video of Janice and Phil helplessly wrapped and wriggling on the floor.

“I think we should let Phil out, he’s been wrapped up for almost 8 hours now.” Maggie commented.

“Get the safety scissors Debbie. Maggie help me hold him still.” Sally said to both.

Maggie held Phil’s head to keep him on his back. Sally leaned on his legs. Debbie worked the scissors slowly getting an opening to cut the bandages off. Eventually she got her opening between one of Phil’s arms and his chest. She eventually had one arm free from the outer wrappings, it was still wrapped up but now it was free to move. She moved to his other arm and repeated the process with more confidence. Phil stretched his arms out to his sides and moved them around carefully. She had Sally get off his legs and split those down the middle and he now had free arms and legs. Phil tried to sit up and Maggie helped him get into a more upright position. Phil used one of his now free arms to point his still wrapped hand at his face and head.

Since Maggie had only wrapped his neck loosely there was enough slack in the bandages to start using the scissors there and move up the side of his head. Soon most of one side of Phil’s head was unwrapped and they could peel the rest off like a hood.

Phil looked around and said, “Hello, I see we added some helpers?”

Maggie chuckled, “Phil met my friend Sally and her Friend Debbie. The mummy to your left is Janice, she is Debbie’s friend.”

“Which one of you do I have to thank for the gift of cumming?” Phil asked, blushing slightly.

“Let’s finish getting you unwrapped and we can talk all about it over drinks.” Maggie said.

Phil nodded in agreement, “I am a bit thirsty and I could also use the bathroom soonish.”

Debbie started cutting more bandages but it soon became apparent Phil’s new position was making it difficult.

Debbie asked Phil, “Could you lay down again, it’ll make it easier.”

“Of course” Phil complied and lay back down, moving his arms and legs as instructed by Debbie as she cut the bandages off of him.

Maggie was explaining various things to him as they cut him free, “Sally helped wrap you, it's really a two person job after all. Maggie brought over the cast saw to get you out. And Janice…well Janice just came along for some fun, as you can see.”

Phil turned his head to the side and watched Janice squirming in her bandages with interest. “Yes, I can see that.” He remarked. “Thank you for all the help Sally and Debbie, I guess we needed more help than expected.”

“You’d still be inside if it weren’t for them.” Maggie added enthusiastically.

“While I did indeed enjoy my time inside.” Phil said as he slowly stood up while holding a clump of the bandages in front of his crotch. “I really do need to go pee. Excuse me ladies.”

Phil headed into Maggie’s apartment, presumably to use the restroom after his long ordeal. The women stared at his naked ass as he entered the apartment.

“I see Phil’s not terribly modest is he?” Sally remarked.

Maggie told them, “Phil has many wonderful traits, one of his best is not being very mindful about being unclothed in front of others.”

Debbie commented, “Nice ass too.”

“It is, isn’t it?” Maggie nodded her head in agreement.

Soon enough Phil returned, this time with a towel wrapped around his waist, “I hope you don’t mind me borrowing your towel Maggie.”

“Of course not.” Maggie waved him to an empty seat. “Wine?”

“Not a huge fan of wine.” Phil demurred.

“I’ll just get a glass of water from the kitchen.” Phil stood back up and suited his actions to words returning with a glass of water and rejoined the women at the small patio table.

As Phil rejoined them Maggie commented, “Feeling modest?”

“The towel?” Phil asked, “I wasn’t sure how comfortable your friends were with male nakedness.”

Sally chuckled and Debbie commented, “We are both nurses, we’ve seen our share of male bits and pieces.”

“That being said, where are my clothes Maggie?” Phil looked around the patio.

“I think I put them in that plastic tub, out of the way.” Maggie waved to a container off to the side.

“Thank you” Phil rummaged in the tub and pulled out his shirt, underwear and sweatpants. “If you ladies will excuse me, I’ll get dressed.”

Much to the amusement of the women he dropped the towel and got dressed right on the patio. His only nod to modesty was facing away from them as he did so.

“There we go, now I don’t feel like the only naked person at the party.” Phil remarked as he rejoined the table.

“Although” Phil nodded at Janice wrapped and wriggling on the tarp, “What is friend Janice wearing under there?”

“Just her underwear,” Sally said.

Debbie added, “Although I’d expect it to be rather wet by now.”

As if she heard them talking about her, Janice took that moment to arch her back to the limits of the wrappings and everyone heard a long sustained moan from the mummy.

Phil smiled, “And I thought I was having fun inside the sarcophagus.”

Debbie spoke up, “Since we are on the subject Phil, you can settle a bet for us.”

“Oh really?” Phil asked, “What bet?”

Maggie asked him, “Were you hard the whole time you were inside, or did you go soft and only get hard again when we cut that hatch in front to access your little Phil?”

“What’s the bet?” Phil asked with a grin.

“Sally and I” Maggie told him, “Bet Janice and Debbie being wrapped up like mummies.”

“I only see Janice mummy, what happened?” Phil waved at the mummy.

“Sally let Debbie off the hook so she could cut you out of the cast.” Maggie explained.

“You didn’t tell me who picked which side of the bet.” Phil started off, “But I will tell you I was hard from the moment Maggie wrapped me, till one of you gave me the blowjob.”

Sally and Maggie clapped their hands and Debbie made grumbling noises.

“Ahh, now I know who made what bet.” Phil chuckled.

“Knowing your love of bondage Phil.” Maggie smiled, “I knew you had been hard the whole time.”

“Was part of the bet giving me the blowjob?” Phil inquired.

“No, that was how Debbie decided to prove you’d gone soft and got hard again.” Sally commented.

Debbie explained, “If you’d been hard all 6-7 hours you’d be ready to pop in under five minutes.”

Maggie interjected, “Which you did!”

“Well it was much appreciated after the long wait.” Phil smiled happily at the memory of it. “Ummm, who do I have to thank?”

All the women laughed at Phil’s question.

Eventually Maggie stopped long enough to ask, “One in four chances of guessing, care to make a wager?”

“A wager?” Phil raised an eyebrow, “What did you have in mind.”

“Now that you’ve had a bit of a break and a chance to recharge.” Maggie started out. “How about you guess and if you get it wrong, we get to rewrap you up as a mummy and one of us gets to ride you?”

“What do I get if I win?” Phil countered.

“Wrapped up like a mummy and all of us ride you?” Maggie told him with a smile.

“How do I know if you wrap me up again, you all won’t just ride me anyway?” Phil asked.

With a very wicked smile on her face Maggie told him, “You don’t.”

“It’s a bet” Phil returned the smile.

“So who do you guess?” Sally asked.

Debbie spoke up, “Me?”

“Maggie” Phil guessed his friend. “She’d be able to make me cum quicker than a stranger and win her bet.”

Maggie gave Phil a sad smile, “Sorry Phil, that’s the exact reason I didn’t do it.”

Sally added, “She thought that would be cheating.”

Debbie wandered over to the half empty box of Vet wrap bandages. “Time to wrap again.”

“Strip Phil” Maggie commanded, “We’ll need access to your pieces after you're wrapped up.”

“Well who did the blowjob?” Phil asked as he stripped his clothes off again.

Sally smiled, “We never said we’d tell you if you guessed wrong.”

Maggie commented, “Besides, judging by your reaction” She glanced down at his slowly hardening cock, “It really doesn’t make a difference.”

With Maggie and two trained nurses helping her. Phil was very quickly completely mummified except for his cock and laid down on the blue tarp.

“Time to free Janice?” Debbie asked the others after Phil was safely laid down.

“It’s been probably at least two hours,” Sally said, picking up the medical scissors.

Maggie glanced between the still wriggling Janice in her bandages and Phil flat on his back with his cock standing upright.

“Remember how we said we should have wrapped Janice to Phil?” Maggie mused out loud.

“Yes.” Sally joined Maggie in looking down at the two mummies.

“What do you think Debbie?” Maggie asked, “You know her best.”

“I think she’d fuck an electric toothbrush right about now.” Debbie smirked.

“Let’s cut her legs and arms free of the outer layer, but leave her inner wrappings intact.” Sally said.

Maggie nodded along, “Then see if she finds Phil?”

“I think she’d really like that.” Debbie commented.

“Hold her still while I cut,” Sally said.

Maggie held her shoulders down, while Debbie laid across Janice’s stomach. Janice held still once they held her. Sally separated her legs first. Then Debbie held down her legs while Sally cut her arms away from her torso. With her arms still wrapped but able to move Janice started rubbing herself or pulling at the bandages in her crotch, it was hard for them to tell what she was attempting to do.

Sally remarked, “We really wrapped those crotch bandages tightly.”

“She was enjoying it at the time as I recall” Maggie shrugged.

“Can you two get her on her feet for a moment?” Sally asked.

Maggie and Debbie each grabbed an arm and pulled Janice to her feet.

Meanwhile Sally carefully used the scissors to cut the bandages that covered Janice’s crotch area. Once her panties were exposed all of them noticed she had drenched them thoroughly with her own juices.

Sally again went to work with the medical sheers and managed to cut the crotch out of the panties. Janice was twisting and trying to free her arms from Maggie and Debbie.

 Debbie leaned in very close to Janice’s nearest ear and said loudly, “Can you hear me?”

Janice turned her head and nodded.

“Phil is laying on the ground wrapped up like a mummy with his cock hanging out.” Debbie explained loudly. “Do you want to ride him?”

Janice nodded yes vigorously and Debbie and Maggie led her over the top of the Phil mummy.

Maggie said loudly, “Kneel down. You are right over him.”

Janice cautiously sank to her knees, one leg on either side of Phil.

Sally commented, “This last part is tricky. She can’t see and her hands are still wrapped up.”

Maggie sighed and said, “Let me handle it.”

Then she reached in between the hovering Janice and grabbed Phil’s hard cock. Janice was inching her way toward Phil and Maggie put the tip of Phil’s cock right at her entrance and held it there as she moved forward to impale herself. Once Maggie was sure the process was started she pulled her hand out of the way quickly. Just in time as Janice rammed herself onto Phil. Once she was fully seated she started rocking her hips in that slow circular fashion that gave women pleasure and drove men mad. Phil was in no position to pump his hips or contribute in any significant fashion. Both of them were moaning loudly almost instantly.

“Okay two mummies having sex, this has got to be a first.” Sally commented as she, Maggie and Debbie sat back at the patio table, poured more wine and watched with interest.

“Should we record it?” Maggie asked.

“You can’t tell who they are all wrapped up like that.” Debbie noted.

Maggie had her phone out, “I’m going to record it, we can always ask them later and I can share it with them or delete it.”

Sally added, “Definitely the strangest porno I’ve ever watched.”

The women sipped wine and watched as their two friends covered in bandages slowly had mummy sex.