The King was methodical in this mummification. The indicted jackal had been measured very carefully, and despite his initial protests, the process would be so complete and so thoroughly customized that no resistance would be possible. The black rubber bandages sublimated gently into the air; wisps of inky smoke wafted into the room, mixing with the pungent incense and leaving via the ventilation rods. The King prepared another roll, and further smoke drifted into the room as he prepared the first roll. 
The jackal-victim, obviously, did not consent to another layer of bandages, but there was little he could do to argue. The jackal floated in the air, paralyzed from the venomous sting from earlier. The first layer and the accompanying attachments adhered to his form. He shifted his body as best he could. The levitation was maddening! Without any friction, there was no way to loosen the rubber bandages that bound him at regular intervals. Without gravity, he couldn't lean or properly wriggle! At best, he could gently spin - and loudly moan. Loudly, of course, being a relative term; already, the waxy gel the pharoah had forced into his mouth was taking on a hard, waxy texture. He tried again to eject it, and again he found that the rubber bandage wound around his snout to be far too taut. It didn't stop him from trying, of course, and he fruitlessly snapped his jaws open and shut. It was only after he gave up that he realized the waxy gag had expanded further, coating his sharp teeth and gagging him quite thoroughly. At that, his moans turned to mewls.
There was a building sense of dread in the jackal as the Golden King walked forward. He shut his eyes, trying to block out the pharoah's radiance. In the dim light of the candles, his whole frame seemed to be of the same muted colors. The gold, however - it shone remarkably, and danced with the flickering of the lights. The jackal squinted tighter, and his captor's heavy hands touched his face. 
He was gripped by the Golden King's paws. He tried to keep his eyes shut, and look away - but in the end the puissant claws forced him to gaze at his captor. A dark, emotionless face covered in shimmering, brassy tattoos met with his own gagged visage. It would be the last glimpse the jackal-victim was permitted. The King moved his paws over the jackal's face, spreading more rubber wherever he touched it. In just a moment, the jackal's snout, eyes, skull... his entire form disappeared into a rubbery shape. Certainly, though, his moans were still audible - as was the occasional buck and moan from the indicted's body.
This was an affront; the Golden King had just given him the rare privilege of soul-gazing intimacy, and he responded with animalistic  instinct. There would be no further pandering or pleasuring this indicted. The bandages multiplied until there were four more rolls hovering alongside the indicted jackal. The King stepped back, and they engaged in their task.
The jackal was wrapped by all four machinations simultaneously. Each attached a long band of black rubber bandages to a different spot his body. The jackal himself then began to spin; slowly at first, but growing steadily more rapid. Each rotation was another nail in his coffin; another band of shiny black that glue to his body. The first layer completed, shrunk to a painful tightness, and melted together into a seamless bodybag. A second layer, to complete any spots missed by the first, ensued shortly after. The King did notice a few odd quirks as he was mummified; for example, the jackal's toes wiggled incessantly, and his hummed moans seemed nonstop. This was a minor annoyance, and was dealt with harshly; the King made a sign in the air with his fingers, and an extra layer, further restricting the judged jackal's head, was quickly applied. The seams were quite visible, and now no remnant of skin could be seen. Only the barest outline of his features - his eyes, nose, and ears - was visible under the second - or was it third? - rubber layer.
The King permitted the bandages to continue for a few moments. He had to prepare the tomb. 

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A teensy-tiny short vignette I did a while back for a friend.