As such, however, it is my intent to write the most extreme statement of pornography as my cowardly Id permits. Under no circumstances should anyone under 18, or 21 if that is what your local government demands, or any other non-Adult read this. Regardless of my titillating descriptions of physique or characterizations, none of the characters within (including the Aliens) are, or were intended, to be under eighteen years of age.
Finally, cuddle up by the Sacrificial Altar with your favorite topless Archeologist or Mayan Lesbian High Priestess and enjoy my digital literary wet dream.
Please, please, please feel free to comment on it!
Enter Lara Croft...
The figure that exited the Land Rover was unmistakable to anyone who followed Antiquity Collection and Extreme Archeology: The dark brown hair tied into a nearly asscrack long, braided pony tail; sleeveless t-shirt stretched nearly terminally tight over a slim torso equipped with a pair of unfettered, C-cup breasts with barely a hint of sag and whose nipples, for all appearances, were permanently erect; wide hips encased in khaki shorts with two inch long, baggy legs and a reinforced seat desperately trying to contain a world class ass of broad, round, smoothly muscular buttocks split by an asscrack to die for; long, smooth, usually bare legs of a soccer star; small backpack and, of course, twin .45 caliber semiautomatic pistols strapped to her wide, swaying hips.
Lara Croft.
She stood beside the Land Rover and looked around.
“Nothing!” she said, shaking her head in disgust. “Not a Goddamn thing!”
Her expert eye had, indeed, seen nothing in her initial visual survey of the site. Certainly there would be some some signs of habitation covered by the surrounding jungle and artifacts buried in the soil. But there were no stone or other permanent structures here. And that meant there had never been any seats of government, or religious centers, or even Conquistador fortresses for storing gold.
Without those important, and lasting, buildings, she knew there would be no artifacts of the kind she was famous for obtaining: Unique objects of great occult or precious metal value.
A wasted trip, it was beginning to look.
And it had been a trip! Pure hell getting here! No wonder this was one of the most sparsely populated places in Chiapas! Almost entirely jungle for some fifty miles in every direction, there was, literally, only glorified donkey tracks the last twenty. Good thing there wasn’t any major streams or rivers along the way for, she was certain, there hadn’t been a bridge built in this area in a thousand years!
Yet, she hadn’t seen a soul ever since she had driven into this jungle! Not one person!
That wasn’t right!
“Well, a mystery for someone else to figure out!” she said aloud, contemplating the mountain before her. Firstly, it wasn’t a big mountain. Jutting up from a wide, low base fifty or so feet high, the peak itself rose only some two hundred feet above the base. Furthermore it looked…odd.
The very first oddity, apart from his height, was that it was just sitting there, alone, in the jungle. Incongruous like a lone Mayan pyramid in this jungle, it stuck out in satellite images like a sore thumb. On satellite images it was the only structure of any height within an area of nearly 100 square miles of jungle. There wasn’t so much as a high hill within thirty miles of it! That was one of the reasons that attracted her to it. From space it LOOKED like it should be Mayan pyramid! A lone stone pyramid, very likely surrounded by the ruins of one story stone homes of the rich and powerful or mud thatched homes of the commoner.
That was why she was so disappointed with her initial observation of the area. There should be at least some remnants of the stone walls of the homes of the nobility, or of public buildings. Sure, the thatched homes of the common folk would be long gone in this jungle, but stone structures should have remains easily observed from the ground!
Then again, now seeing the mountain ‘in the flesh’, she realized that It wasn’t really shaped like a natural mountain buried in the jungle! It wasn’t proportionally broad enough where it exited its low hill like base. In fact, the bottom of the spire was hardly double the width of the top section.
That was not natural! Maybe in the Bad Lands of the Dakota’s, where millions of years of wind swept dust could wear down and carve fantastic designs out of ancient mountains. But not in a jungle like this, where the foliage stifled any breeze and the ubiquitous plant life actually slowed down erosion. It should be more triangular in shape, more like a mountain in form! In fact, the topmost section broadened out over the tapering mid section.
Most strange for a…natural object!
More like a structure like a Space Needle, or skyscraper…something designed!
The peak tapered, oh so gently, as it rose. But then, completely unexpectedly, about 75% of the way up the spire, the mountain abruptly flared outward. The flare expanded outward until it became nearly as wide as its base, then began tapering again until it reached a dull point at the very apex.
“THAT is not right!” Lara gasped with honest surprise, feeling sweat trickle down her forehead, between her jutting boobs, between her shoulder blades, deep into her dark asscrack. For the first time since she exited her Land Rover she began thinking that this trip might have been worth it! Worth more than if the ‘mountain’ had turned out to be a Mayan pyramid!
For no civilization on Earth ever, excepting maybe the past couple hundred years, could have manufactured such a structure!
Carved it, possibly! But why go to all the effort, in a jungle short on protein sources for workers, carve such a structure? Wasn’t there many more…useful things to spend labor on than carve up mountains?
Well, that was for her to find out! For the briefest moment she fantasied about discovering a second Sphinx half a world away from the first!
But she rapidly shook the thought off. “Lara,” she chastised herself, “time for dreaming later. Now, you’re a scientist! Collect your data! Find something to make this trip worthwhile! Can’t write a research paper on daydreams!”
Lara closed her eyes a moment, starting her mental routine to purge her mind of any prejudicial or stereotypical ideas already there. When she opened her eyes, and mind, it would be with a blank slate.
Ready to be filled with, hopefully, unbiased observations!
Her first glance at the mountain after opening her eyes, her first new impression of it, honestly startled her.
It looked somewhat like a giant bullet!
Or a mid-Twentieth Century idea of a rocket ship!
Or, an erect penis!
“Now, Lara honey, don’t let the heat and humidity get to you!” she told herself, continuing to stare at the ‘mountain’. But that image stayed with her, for some reason she couldn’t grasp. She finally said, shaking her head in either disbelief or disgust at her own lecherous thoughts, “You know, it kinda does look like a big fat dildo!”
Tearing her gawking eyes off the ‘mountain’, Lara shook herself. Suddenly she noticed how…hot she was! Certainly this climate was physically depressing, with temperatures and humidity both in the 90’s. But she thought that, even accounting for the climate, she was sweating much more profusely than normal.
She was sweating like a pig!
But it wasn’t just the temperature that was high! She felt her nipples, always firm, now jutting achingly through her sleeveless t-shirt.
And it wasn’t from being cold!
Furthermore, her pounding heart had not slowed one bit! In fact, if anything, it was increasing!
And not just from the excitement of what she may be discovering!
If she didn’t know better, she swore she was suffering from sex anxiety! The same anxiety, actually anticipation of impending lesbian sex, she used to feel back at her girl’s high school before an upcoming tryst with a fellow student!
Now why was she feeling this just now? She went through her justification mantra, used so often before to rationalize to herself her teenage sexual predilection for female partners. Sure, like millions of other teenaged girls, she had ‘experimented’ with some of the other girls at her school. Nothing wrong with that!
Well, maybe more than ‘experimented’!
And, maybe more than ‘some’! Like, maybe, every girl she could get alone with! As well as some of the younger teachers!
Still, nothing wrong with that! All part of growing up into womanhood in an environment without male participants!
Yes, Lara Croft had been a…lesbian! Once!
But no more! Once she got out of the Knowlton Academy for Elite Girls and began her collegiate work, she quickly developed her heterosexual preference and never looked back.
Until just now!
But why now, and here of all places, should she suddenly start feeling those…emotions so intimately associated with her lesbian youth?
It made no sense! Staring at a mountain shaped like a dildo shouldn’t remind her of the girls of Knowlton! For the life of her, she couldn’t fathom why this place made her feel like a teenaged lesbian?
But she was going to find out!
She owed it to Archeology!
To her trained eyes there appeared to be a path almost directly before her, once perhaps a road, running up the hill that formed the base of the ‘mountain’. It became immediately obvious to her that the main route up to the mountain, in ancient times at least, was that little more than a goat track rising up and curving to the right. It disappeared behind a series of large rocks and dense foliage.
Without hesitation she made for the path. The walk was not difficult, even though it appeared to Lara as if sharply jutting rocks had been placed deliberately in the path to prevent wheeled vehicles from using it. But it did show signs of occasional but regular foot traffic.
Good, she thought. Somebody has been visiting here. Somebody that doesn’t use Land Rovers! Someone very native but local, not from Mexico City!
Her hopes rose that she might truly be the first professional Archeologist to visit this site!
As she rose from the foothills to near the crest of the mountain base, she studied carefully the path the road took. Not only did it curve, for no obvious geologic reason for there were no obstructions in its path, but the curve was smooth and geometric, as would be produced by riders on horses, horse drawn wagons, or human towed skids.
Furthermore the foliage about the rocks that the road slipped behind was much thicker and impenetrable than even the surrounding jungle. The plants that the road slipped behind almost looked landscaped!
She continued to follow the path behind the rocks and heightened foliage. Immediately after she passed out of view of her Land Rover in the, obvious to Lara by now, plaza below, she stopped with a knowing grin. Before her was the location of the village that supported whatever religious center the mountain represented.
Oh, the area lacked any signs of inhabitation, not even a post sticking up, but to Lara’s trained eye it was unmistakable. Flat, soil pounded smooth and firm by hundreds, thousands of feet over centuries, even the brush and a few trees couldn’t disguise its former purpose.
Lara was certain that just a few days of excavation, a few exploratory trenches, would lead to a veritable treasure trove of pottery, icons, even burials, perhaps.
But Lara wasn’t here for “veritable” treasures! No, she needed the temple that this village supported! Temple treasures she was looking for! Unique treasures that a rich lay person would pay sums justifying her visit here!
Looking towards the mountain, where the village platform seemed to naturally open to, Lara found what she was looking for! At least it looked like a likely path up to a temple.
Attached to the side of the mountain rose another small hill, only about twenty or so feet high and hardly wider than a typical ranch house. Well and, like everything else, thoughtfully disguised, and certainly not straight, but obvious to Lara’s eyes, rose an apparent footpath. It was cleverly concealed, with randomly placed small boulders that forced the path to make abrupt, almost ninety degree turns as it went up. Even amongst the jungle foliage Lara could make out the shadows of ancient steps here and there, carved out of the virgin rock who knows how long ago. But there was a footpath, Lara was certain.
And such a footpath must lead to something…important!
Adjusting her holster and releasing the safety on her pistols, solely out of habit learned the long and hard way years past to be prepared for anything, Lara strode purposefully towards the path. Halfway up Lara had to admit that the path was very well disguised! She estimated that the first half or more of the pathway was mostly not steps at all! There were steps, it was an ancient pathway certainly, but someone long before had went to a great deal of trouble to make even ‘experts’ like Lara think the occasional step was really random, accidental erosion. Furthermore she began to think that the pathway had been modified to be the hardest way up the hill! Patches, albeit short ones, were actually nearly vertical. There was times that she thought she was climbing the mountain itself!
Then about two thirds of the way up, quite abruptly and certainly invisible from the terrace below, the path straightened, the steps became almost continuous, and Lara almost bounded up the remaining way. At the top, though, she found herself still, panting visibly, hands on her knees.
Even ruined, the path should not have winded her so! She was dripping sweat, and panting like a race horse! And she was so hot!
She was in too good a shape for this kind of reaction!
But her heart pounded, her skin streamed with sweat, and she had that tingle in the pit of her stomach, again! Just like when she was at Knowlton!
Shaking her head, tossing sweat from her forehead and ponytail, she looked over this latest hilltop. Her gaze suddenly fixed, her draw dropping. Staring her in the face was a hut!
More than a ‘hut’, actually, but built like one. Green fronds over thatch for a roof, roughly hewn planks for walls, it looked a good fifty to sixty feet wide. Its windows and single door were uncovered.
Why did ‘they’ have green fronds over their thatched roof!
Camouflage?
From the air!?
No sooner did Lara begin striding towards the door when incense wafted across her nose. The closer to the building, the stronger the odor.
It was a strange, pungent odor, sweet yet musky. She immediately liked it.
It also ignited her nervous system like caffeine. And brought unbiddened memories, too.
Out of the blue sky, or actually from her distant memories, visions filled her mind as she stepped. Unconsciously her strides gently slowed as her mind was filled with firstly the faces, then the naked, spread invitingly wide open bodies of girls, and young teachers, of the mostly forgotten females she had possessed as a school girl at Knowlton.
Eyes staring into emptiness, mind filled with sweaty, smiling faces and eagerly spread legs of teenaged lovers, Lara came to a halt about five feet from the doorway. She had no idea how long she stood there, staring into space, panting and sweating as, in her mind, almost forgotten lush, young females urged her to climb between their wide open thighs and…
“Welcome to my home!” A deep, yet diamond sharp feminine voice instantly cut through her lesbian reverie. Suddenly Lara was looking at woman standing in the doorway!
A most physically striking woman! was the first thought in Lara’s still fevered mind. The woman was very much of the same stature as Lara, though her proportions were even more generous than the Archeologist’s! She wore a white linen shift which was sleeveless, tied about her waist, and extended to halfway down her calves. The white material was seriously transparent, and Lara instantly made out the chocolate brown aureolas of her impressive breasts and the shadowy patch at the junction of her full thighs.
The woman smiled knowingly when Lara ruefully raised her eyes up from gawking at the woman’s pubic patch. Typical of the women of Meso America, she had long, straight, silken and pitch black hair that descended far down her back. Yet her skin was not nearly as tanned or copper toned as was typical. Her skin hue looked much more European…not Northern European, to be sure. Maybe Southern France, or Spain…
Her shift outlined an hourglass figure to challenge the more athletic Lara Croft’s. Her waist was as tight and firm, but maybe not as muscular, as Lara’s, but her hips and chest were impressively fuller. Without a hint of obesity or flabbiness, of which Lara was obsessed at avoiding and thus was why she maintained such a rigorous exercise regimen at home, the woman’s hips were a good inch or more greater in width than the Archeologist’s. However, Lara would readily admit, the woman’s hips were as firm in appearance as her own.
Likewise her breasts had to be ‘D’ cup, at least. While Lara was no slouch in the ‘womanly charms’ department, this woman’s rack was clearly outstanding. Besides being distinctly more massive, they, like Lara’s, demonstrated a remarkable firmness that precluded any need for support. They hung on her chest with but a slight pear shaped sag.
Delicious, Lara thought as she stared almost helplessly at the woman’s boobs projecting though her shift.
With her smile broadening, the woman spoke again, “My name is Absinth,” she husked, catching Lara’s glance instantly, “I am the…’High Priestess’ I believe you would call it…of the One and Only Goddess Chicahxylico, Woman’s Blessing on this Earth! You are welcome in my home!”
Then she turned and stepped back inside. Lara gawked at Absinth's rolling, flipping buttocks, nearly completely visible through her shift. She could not recall ever an ass that turned her on just by looking at it! And on a woman!
In a word: perfect! Absinth's buttocks were perfectly smooth and globular, as well as magnificently sized. The muscles beneath the skin were strong and capable of flexing and rotating them as she walked without a hint of quiver from layers of fat. In short, they still performed like those of an mid-teenaged babe in one size too small jeans!
Her asscrack vividly showed through the linen. Lara, meekly following Absinth through the door while staring at her working ass, couldn’t estimate how deep that crack went.
She caught herself wanting to press her face into it!
About ten feet into the hut Absinth stopped and turned, smiling again when she caught Lara staring at where her ass had been. Lara, face flushed from embarrassment, she thought…or hoped, looked up and immediately noticed how hard Absinth's nipples were.
Absinth looked down at Lara’s own admirable rack, and nodded. “Are you cold, my Dear?” she husked.
Lara looked down with a jerk of her head and, seeing how incredibly stiff her nipples had become, suddenly felt that hardness. The sensation of her sleeveless t-shirt against her furiously hard suck pebbles was so intensely pleasurable as to be nearly painful.
“Uh…” Lara gasped, shaking her head, trying to clear it of this damnable sexual fog. “You are the…priestess of what cult?”
“Not a cult, my Dear!” Absinth replied with a well practiced, almost hypnotic, correction. “The Goddess Chicahxylico is the One True Deity for Women, both here as well as throughout the World!”
“Her…Her Temple?” Lara added, her head clearing, her purpose recalled.
Suddenly Absinth looked at her with a suspicious eye. “And why do you wish to know her Temple? Are you a Believer?”
Lara knew better than to bullshit this woman. Better a partial admission, with the most damaging truth simply left out. “I wish to study the Temple. It is my life’s work, to study other religions…”
The suspicions, at least temporarily, faded. “Well, Goddess Chicahxylico ordered her last Temple torn down some 500 years ago. My home rests now on its location.”
Lara did some quick calculations. 500 years ago, during the Conquistadors? “Why did she order it destroyed? Was it the Conquistadors?”
Absinth visibly rose taller in a prideful stance. “No Spanish male, or any other male, has ever set foot in the Goddess’ domain! To this day, it is, in your words, ‘a established fact’! As for why, I am not at liberty to answer.”
Probably lying through her teeth, Lara told herself, unwilling to believe that in half an eon of European occupation not one man has made it this far into the jungle.
“But, if you wish to ‘study’ the Goddess Chicahxylico’s Most Holy Rituals and the Priestess’ of Chicahxylico’s ancient practices, I can show you in here.” She pointed towards the largest room, taking up over half of the structure, to Lara’s left.
“How many worshippers are there?” Lara asked automatically, feeling like some Lois Clark bimbo from the ‘Daily Planet’ as she followed Absinth’s ass into the room.
“I really do not know how many, they do not communicate with me on a regular basis,” she replied, pointing Lara out a large, beanbag-like mattress in the near exact center of the room to sit/lay in.
Just as Lara was about to take the proffered chair, Absinth added, “You may not be armed in here, in the presence of the Goddess’ Spirit, I am afraid.”
Now Lara looked suspiciously at the priestess. Of course, her Anthropologically oriented part of her mind agreed that most religions disliked violence and the weapons that created it in their ‘temples’, but her self-preservation part of her still didn’t like the idea of giving up her trusty 45’s until she got to know Absinth better.
Much better!
Absinth smiled again at Lara’s expression of hesitation and suspicion. She waved her hands around the nearly thirty by forty foot room, “As you can see, I have no weapons in my home. What use are they to me?”
Lara took a quick glance and confirmed to herself that there were no obvious modern or seriously threatening objects on the walls. During her glance around the room she found a window in the back wall. Outside of the window was an obvious second pathway running up and around the edge of the mountain behind Absinth's hut. While it did not look like it had been actively hidden, it showed all the signs of not having been used in a long, long time.
Catching Absinth looking at Lara staring out her back window, Lara turned quickly back. Still reluctantly, she took off her holster and handed it to Absinth.
The priestess placed them on a stool just inside the front door, well within Lara’s eyesight.
Absinth came back into the room and directed Lara to the simple altar at the front. “As I said, I can perform our religious services here, though only for a small number of women…”
“Only women?” Lara interrupted.
Absinth nodded. “Of course! Men are not permitted in the presence of Chicahxylico!”
“Is your Goddess here?” Lara said, suddenly staring, transfixed, as Absinth bent over to light a brazier of incense. She literally thrust her magnificent ass right into Lara’s startled face.
Silence reigned until Absinth's leisurely rise after lighting the incense. She was already smiling smugly when she turned around. “No, not in this building. This is my home! For instance, my bed is behind you!”
Automatically following Absinth’s eye movement, Lara turned and concentrated, for the first time, on the expansive, and quite luxurious, series of cushions and flat, but feet thick, mattress like beanbags laid across nearly the entire floor in the back half of the room. It was big enough for an orgy…
“Uh,” Lara blurted, trying to change the seemingly spontaneous subject of orgies in her mind by pointing out the back window past the ‘bed’, “that path, does it lead to your…”
“That leads to the Holy of Holies! No one travels that path! No one!” Absinth added when Lara turned back. Seeing the suspicion in Lara’s face, she quickly added while also smiling, “Of course, if you want to meet Chicahxylico, I can arrange that!”
“You can?!” Lara asked, suddenly noticing the same smell of incense as she noticed outside the hut. Only it was stronger, now. Much stronger. “How?”
“Just follow my instructions!” she replied, opening the sash at her waist and abruptly, yet with wondrously subtle grace, allowed her robe to collapse to the floor at her feet!
Lara’s jaw dropped at the exquisite figure of the lushly naked woman. Never before in her memory, not even in her teenaged years at Knowlton, had she been so dramatically distracted and downright stunned by female beauty! Heart pounding, it was all she could do not to drop her view and gawk at the thick pubic patch between the priestess’ perfect thighs.
“Just do what I say!” The lovely woman said in the most sexy, husky voice, repeating the request…no, command…hypnotically at least three times before finishing with, “Will you do what I say?” Her voice by now was deep and ardent, oozing torrid, velvety smooth, liquid lesbian lust.
Lara just managed to close her dropped jaw before she nodded briskly. Her eyes were locked upon Absinth's, the visual grip immovable.
“Will you obey me, Lara Croft?” The Priestess’ eyes flashed.
How did she know my name? Lara silently questioned. But, just as quickly as the dubious question appeared in her mind, it faded, seemingly forgotten under the holy woman’s lesbian will. Nothing, no thought, no reasoning, could distract Lara from losing herself in Absinth's eyes. Her deep, torrid pant was back. Her throat was so dry!
All Lara could do then was nod.
“Good!” Absinth turned and Lara was staring at her big, perfect ass again. The priestess bent over again, retrieving a bulbous vessel, but making sure the Adventuress got an eyeful of full, dark, and oh so womanly butt cleavage.
Lara almost moaned when she helplessly stared into that asscrack! Her mouth filled with saliva as she could just make out the tight, virginal pink asshole oh-so-far down…
Taking two wide, flat bowl-like drinking cups, Absinth poured each half full of a milky fluid from the vessel. It looked like diluted skim milk, almost like milky water. When she handed one cup to Lara, the Archeologist immediately noticed the musky, very male odor to the liquid.
She looked up at the still standing priestess, the silent question on her face quite clear. Was the fluid drugged?
Absinth took a big swig, then licked her lush red lips. “You must trust me!” she replied. “It does have alcohol in it, but no more than strong beer. You must drink it for the ceremony to be successful!”
Now was Absinth giving her half-truths in turn? The alcohol could simply by a solvent for cocaine, morphine, any mind dissolving alkaloid. “This is not made from cactus…peyote?” Lara hesitated, sniffing the liquid once more.
Absinth emptied her cup. “It is not made from any plant! It has no drugs that come from a plant! On my honor! Now please…”
Most reluctantly, Lara nodded. Bringing the cup to her lips, eyes fixed on the now distinctly dreamy looking but still intense gaze of the priestess, Lara thought of all the other disgusting things she had eaten, and drunk, on her vast journeys. No matter how disgusting, or just weird, if native peoples ate it, it wouldn’t kill you.
Just fuck you up…
She took a small swig, held it in her mouth a moment, then swallowed it. It went down easily, especially considering it had alcohol in it and probably wasn’t aged in oak barrels. Its musky smell, though, gave it a vague taste of men’s testicles, of all things!
And yes, the Great Lara Croft had occasionally, rarely, found herself lovingly and, admittedly, enjoyably lapping down and nursing on the rare male scrotum.
Once in a great while!
But the taste was not very strong. The liquid burned on its way down to her stomach, but not nearly as much as Kentucky bourbon. All in all, not bad. It could have been worse.
Then she abruptly and sharply inhaled through her nose and glanced, surprised, at her bowl. Suddenly her mind was telling her that the stuff wasn’t half bad! Actually it didn’t taste bad at all!
It tasted surprisingly good!
Staring fixed at her bowl, as if she were already wasted stupid, she then saw the handle to it, the handle that was presently clutched in her hand. It was made in the shape of a woman’s head. It was a rather well made resemblance of a native, Central American woman’s head: Big nose, almond eyes, straight black hair…
With the biggest cock Lara had ever seen rammed into her wide open mouth and down her straining, stuffed throat! And the expression on her face, for all facts and purposes, showed that she was enjoying…no, loving servicing the anonymous organ!
Lara stared at the obscene handle, not in the least way repulsed. In fact, she was beginning to feel her belly heat up.
From the alcohol, she told herself.
Then Absinth lifted Lara’s cup back to her lips and, without further bidding, Lara drained its contents! Swallowing noisily, she continued to stare at the handle a further moment as the heat in her belly grew rapidly in time with her swallows. When she finished the contents, that tingle, that damnable tingle of sexual anticipation started up again, deep in the feminine part of her abdomen!
Abruptly, as she stared, the figure on her bowl, the cock stuffed head of the Meso-American woman, began to move! Abruptly the head was moving to and fro, bobbing even, over the immobile, monstrously swollen, furiously erect cock. Lara could see the cock glisten with copious saliva as the ‘woman’ pulled back, see the excess saliva drool down her chin or just dribble from the swollen shaft as she madly and eagerly plunged forward. Her throat would contract on her withdrawals only to swell ominously as she plunged insanely back down on the rigid meat. And the sound that flooded Lara’s ears! The slurping, gulping, gagging…
“I’ll take that, my Sweet!” Absinth again broke Lara’s mental fixation, taking the quite inanimate bowl from her sweaty hands. “Feeling…better?” she added with an even more broad, and knowing grin. She now took a long moment to lecherously gaze at Lara’s inch long, shirt protruding nipples before adding, “Do you feel the Goddess’ presence now?”
Lara just took a long, shuddering gasp as she remained fixed on her own boob obsessed stare at the disrobed Priestess’ swaying, mature baby feeders.
“Well, my Dear,” Absinth then interrupted the silence from their visual admiration of each other’s feminine assets, “I am afraid that all participants in the Goddess Chicahxylico’s rituals are required to be more…revealing in their attire!” Then she reached down and simply hooked the bottom of Lara’s sleeveless t-shirt in her long and svelte fingers. Without the least physical resistance or even response from the mesmerized Adventuress, the Priestess simply pulled the sweaty, nearly skin tight t-shirt up to Lara’s armpits!
Lara’s two feminine beauties fell out of the rising shirt, one after the other, to quiver before the leering Priestess like over-firm jello molds. Absinth’s eyes widened in renewed voyeuristic lust as the two Playboy quality tits concluded their teenage-firm quivering upon Lara’s heaving chest to form two white chocolate Hershey Kisses capped with bright, cherry red tips.
“Truly magnificent, my Dear!” Absinth enthused, still holding the front of Lara’s bunched up t-shirt, while continuing her leer at the Archeologist’s most well developed tits. “You European Archeologists are delightfully more ‘developed’ than your Mexican counterparts! I approve!”
Lara suddenly felt like a teenager letting her boyfriend finally haul her virginal breasts out into the open before his lusty wide eyes. A wicked mixture of excitement at her new found influence with her partner and a humiliation at submitting to her undressing flooded her. The feeling was so powerful, so arousing, so…good!
But it was so wicked!
A part of her refused to tolerate such familiarity…
Why was she doing this?
Why was she letting this stranger, this strange woman, do this?
Then Lara gasped raggedly when Absinth cupped Lara’s nearly double handful left boob in her hand! Hefting it, measuring its mass, its firmness, the Priestess nodded in further approval of Lara’s high school compact breast. Then the woman flicked the Archeologist’s stiff nipple with her thumb…
“No!” Lara gasped, suddenly and immediately slapping Absinth’s hands away from her jutting jugs and rising, somewhat unsteadily, to her feet.
The Priestess, eyes open in shock and holding her formerly boob hefting hand in her other, hastily stepped back as Lara athletically jumped up from her cushion. Lara’s momentary stagger once she gained her feet didn’t seem to register. “What?! You want to observe the Ritual, do you not?”
Lara dramatically, and not without a sense of renewed dignity, pulled her t-shirt back down, covering her straining, swollen udders. “What kind of religion are you handing out here?! I’m not interested in any religion that lets me be pawed by a dyke! Keep your hands off me!”
Lara stepped back, towards the back of Absinth’s hut. She glanced at her guns, still just inside the front door, but decided that making for them would cause more trouble than it would cure. This bimbo was a cunt licker, not a soldier. She wouldn’t use her guns against her. Probably didn’t even know how to get the safety off!
“Now you just stay here and jack off, or whatever your ‘goddess’ demands of you! I’m going up that path to see your ‘Holy of Holies’ and, if you try to stop me I’ll kick your big lesbian ass!”
Absinth was not happy, and her furious scowl broadcast it. “I cannot permit that! It is not wise for you to go up there! It is for your own good not to go up there!”
“Didn’t you hear me, Bitch? I can take care of myself, and I can take care of you too, if you make me! Now stay where you are!”
Suddenly the Priestess smiled, most disconcertingly to Lara. “I will stay were I am, if you insist! But you will not reach the Holy of Holies!”
After just a second’s hesitation at Absinth’s unexpected smile and nearly expected threat, Lara turned and made for the back door.
She just missed Absinth’s pulling a wooden tube about a meter long down from the wall next to her. Within two of Lara’s strides, the Priestess had pulled one feathery dart from the half dozen tied around the middle of the tube, inserted it, then raised the tube to her lips.
With Lara’s next stride, just about a meter from the door, she heard a faint puff and immediately felt a short but sharp insect bite on the back of her neck. At once, even before she could send her hand back to swat the bug, the pain was replaced with an intense sensation of heat just around the wound.
The heat obliterated the pain. Any pain.
But the heat didn’t remain at the insect bite. The heat spread.
The heat, spreading across her neck, felt…good…
Before she could get halfway through her stride, in a mere fraction of a second, the heat was rushing up and down her spinal cord. Her consciousness suddenly and quite unwillingly became locked on, totally obsessed with, the heat’s spread. Every other idea or thought, every other, became unimportant, and then unremembered.
When the rushing sensory heat reached the two extremities of her spinal cord at her tail and head, barely more than a second after the ‘bite’, instantly her entire body was enveloped in the most thrilling, torrid, wicked and wonderful…arousal!
Sexual arousal!
She was instantly in the most rank, blistering Heat she had ever experienced!
A blindingly bright, mind numbing flash exploded in her skull, stunning her physically as well as mentally. Her body jerked, once, in time with the flash and her left leg, just finishing the arc of her latest, formerly purposeful stride, awkwardly and clumsily thumped her foot into the floor like she was walking on feet that had fallen asleep.
Her autonomic nervous system was still working, cause her momentum and unconscious nervous commands compelled her to start the next stride, but with no conscious control of her muscles that stride degenerated into another foot thumping stagger. If the sturdy door frame wasn’t there for her to clutch after the last stride, she would have fell straight away upon her face!
For an age she stared out the door at the path, locked on it in stupefied mental drifting like some doped up hippie.
Doped up!
Some small part of her mind, not yet stoned as she stupidly gawked at the path before her, told her that just a couple of seconds had passed since the insect had bitten her. She had, in fact, been staring out the door for less than a second.
Those two last strides had felt like an eon.
Then her mind, increasingly being swallowed up by boiling horniness, remembered the insect bite. Then her retarded and dulled somatic senses informed the sweating, panting Adventuress that her hand was still moving behind her neck, to swat that damn insect…
Which had feathers, she was suddenly instructed by her hand! She pulled the feathery monster from her neck and brought it to her stupefied face. It only took an hour, she thought.
‘Dart!’ flashed in her increasingly fevered mind. ‘Blow gun!’ she thought as Lara started the year long process of turning around to face her nemesis.
As she turned she quivered, incredible lust surging through her just from moving, using her sexy, cock hungry body.
She was so hot!
She could feel her absolutely drenched womanhood soaking her shorts!
Her throbbing nipples ached from just the touch of her t-shirt cloth!
It felt so good, so right, to finally let loose, to express all the needs and cravings of her womanhood, repressed all these years!
Her completely corrupted mind could only whine, continuously in the most crass, vulgar terms: God, she wanted to be fucked!
Then she was facing the Priestess, a sweaty, bleary-eyed expression still on her face.
Absinth had a blow gun in her hand! That explains it!
Duh!
She saw the still naked, still voluptuous, still heart stoppingly beautiful woman drop the blow gun upon the foot of her half room sized bed, then slowly and cocksurely step towards the panting, whining, in-Heat Englishwoman.
The Priestess had the most arrogant sneer on her face!
All Lara could do was wet her pants from her unnatural, awesome lust!
“You see? Now you feel? You know now why you are not going up that path?!” Absinth gloated, flicking the Adventuress’ rock hard nipples through her thin, maximally stretched t-shirt. “Now you know! Now you feel the power, the rapture, of Chicahxylico?”
Lara winced dramatically, barely suppressing the gasp that constricted her throat as wild jolts of sexual electricity surged through her from her abused nipples.
“No!” Lara whimpered, but much too quietly to deter Absinth.
Absinth took the submissive woman by the shoulders and spun her around so she once again faced out at the out of reach pathway. Then she reached around under Lara’s arms, once again seized her t-shirt, and hauled it up to her armpits.
Lara gasped this time, quite loudly, when her nipples rubbed against the moving cloth of her raised out of the way t-shirt.
Then Absinth cupped those world-class boobs, squeezing the firm tit meat in her palms like a tomato until the generous, fat backed boob flesh bulged between her clutching fingers.
Absinth pulled her back until the Priestess’ pebbly hard nipples dug into Lara’s sweaty and smooth back. Then she bent her head down and licked Lara’s neck, where a tiny drop of blood marked where the dart had injected her. As she licked and lapped sensuously around to the side of Lara’s long neck, she milked the Archeologists throbbing udders.
When Lara moaned, pitifully, in turn from the mammary groping, the Priestess seized each nipple between her thumb and forefinger and…
Pinched.
And Lara howled. She screamed. She writhed.
It was so blissfully painful! She couldn’t stand it! Not a moment longer!
But she didn’t try to escape the torture.
Her hands rose to grip Absinth’s nipple twisting hands. But to hold them in place. To keep them at their luscious, beautifully painful work.
Lara laid her head back upon Absinth’s shoulder, her eyes mere slits, her mouth open in a rapid, shallow pant. She whimpered as unholy pinched nipple bliss claimed her.
“You are not so resistant now, are you?” Absinth whispered hotly in the possessed woman’s ear. She sent her tongue, wet, hot, muscular, exploring Lara’s ear, cheek, throat. “You want me, now, don’t you?”
With another desperate moan, Lara nodded.
“You really are not any more difficult than those women sent here from Mexico City! Maybe just a little more arrogant! But you will learn humility, just like Salma and the others did, under my Goddess!” Then the Priestess powerfully twisted Lara towards her and captured the Archeologist’s mouth into a torrid lesbian soul kiss.
Lara moaned oh so gratefully into Absinth’s delicious mouth as their tongues briefly fought. Quickly, though, Lara submitted to this, too, and the Priestess’ tongue explored the Englishwoman’s mouth in slow, luxurious laps. Lara seemed to melt into Absinth’s arms as visions of her dominating lesbian past rushed forward in her drugged mind.
Only this experience had Lara on the receiving end!
She was the bottom, this time!
Absinth dropped a hand to Lara’s belly just below her navel. Popping open the waist button on her soaked shorts, she yanked forcefully on the waistband, pulling open the zipper. Then the woman simply released the shorts and they dutifully puddled around Lara’s boots.
Leaving Lara effectively naked before the lesbian.
Absinth broke the kiss and looked down. “Well, you Europeans certainly like to shave yourselves! It is certainly not natural to have a bald woman mound!” She ran her fingernails over Lara’s jutting, baby butt smooth pubic mount. “Just another example of your arrogance!”
Lara’s hips quivered, then jerked as her unhooded clit seemed to pulse like a miniature cock, trying to get blessed contact with the teasing fingers. But Absinth was having none of it. She spoke to the gasping, shuddering white woman, “Arrogance can be cured! I will show you how it can be cured! How my Goddess can save you from your arrogance!”
Taking her by the t-shirt bunched up under her armpits, she dragged the Adventuress around to the side of her immense bed. Pulling the shirt finally off, Lara almost eagerly lifting her arms to assist, the Priestess threw the useless cloth to the floor. Then she reached in between Lara’s wet, parted thighs.
“AAAAAH!” Lara wailed hysterically as the woman parted her soaked, extended labia. She jerked and shuddered violently as Absinth slowly, devastatingly, stroked her nether flesh. She thoroughly explored Lara’s charms, from her tailbone, over and between her flexing, bulbous buttocks, between her dripping labia and over her unhooded, nearly inch long clit. Back and forth. Over and over.
“Spread for me!” Absinth barked. “Present yourself for my inspection, woman!”
Immediately Lara bent and spread her knees as far apart as her shorts permitted.
Absinth continued.
When Lara was literally crying from the tension, the frustration, the need for…something she couldn’t quite admit to herself, Absinth, quite satisfied with the Archeologist’s horny state, stopped.
Her pussy fondling hand literally dripped with Lara’s lubricating juices.
Absinth took a moment to paw Lara’s wet, full asscheeks. Then she slapped the right bun.
Hard.
The crack of wet hand against firm, smooth, wet butt bun echoed off the mountain.
“Are you my woman?” Absinth whispered into the panting, overheated Lara’s ear. “Are you Chicahxylico’s woman? Are you ready, now, to serve the Goddess Chicahxylico?”
Lara looked into Absinth’s gloating eyes. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Tears of life threatening frustration and need. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this, but she couldn’t help herself.
She had to have it!
What IT was, she really had no idea. She didn’t have the courage to visualizing it to herself. But every bit of her cried out for whatever that damned Goddess gave to her ‘followers’!
“Yes! Please! Give me the Goddess Chicahxylico’s power!”
Absinth smirked one more time, then nodded in understanding of what she was putting lara through. It had been the same for those Mexican women who had tried to get past her to the Holy of Holies! Both Salma and Racquel had begged, too! Even a little quicker than this one! And they were most grateful for what the Goddess bestowed upon them!
No, IN them!
So will this woman! “Very well! Assume the position!” Absinth ordered, pointing to the bed.
Without hesitation, even with a little whimper of pure happiness, Lara climbed into the bed. Upon her back.
When she tried to kick off the shorts tangled around her ankles, Absinth gripped her calves, stopping her. Then, taking the shorts in her hand, she used them to haul Lara’s athletic legs up and up until her ankles were alongside her ears! Then Absinth tucked her shorts behind Lara’s head until they were behind her neck.
Thus Lara was responsible for holding her legs in their appropriate position.
Wide eyed, Lara watched, from between her calves, the flipping, grinding, big, round buttocks of the Priestess as she walked back to the little altar at the front of the room. Opening the top of the box like altar, she removed something that consisted of mostly belt-like straps.
With her back still to Lara, she stepped into the apparatus like she were putting on a pair of shorts. Only, from behind the woman, it looked to Lara more like she were putting on a jock!
When she turned back to Lara. pulling on two of the belts, cinching the ‘jock strap’ tight, Lara couldn’t restrain the gasp of sudden, belly tingling shock at seeing a…a phallus jutting potently out from Absinth’s loins! As the proud, shoulders set back Priestess walked towards her, Lara couldn’t take her wide and white eyes off the obscene thing swaying stiffly with Absinth’s steps.
It was white, like ivory, and, even across the room, Lara knew it was monstrous. She had never seen a penis of such a length. Or width!
As the woman stepped up to the bed Lara, in spite of her outrage and shock, could only pant wildly as her accursed body responded to the abominable phallus arching over her. Absinth stood a silent moment, letting Lara have a good look at her ‘fate’!
It was big! Huge! Well over a foot long, and when Absinth tried to reach around the mighty shaft, her long fingers could only reach about three quarters around its circumference. When she stroked it, as if masturbating, an outer ‘skin’ moved with her hand! And fluid, milky fluid, drooled out the tip for the Priestess to lubricate the shaft with!
It wasn’t ivory after all!
It wasn’t ANYTHING she had seen before!
Smiling down at her helpless victim, Absinth looked longingly at Lara’s upturned and soaked, vividly bald twat. “You wanted to meet the Goddess Chicahxylico? Look upon her spirit…her power and despair, unbeliever! Soon your attitude towards the One True Goddess will be permanently altered! Like so many unbelievers before you, your attitudes, your beliefs, everything will be different after you receive the Spirit of the Goddess!” Then the woman climbed upon the bed to kneel behind the Adventuress’ upturned, shiny-wet, and offered up buttocks.
“W…W…What is that thing?” Lara cried, nearly hysterical but unable to do anything but pant and get more and more interested in…inhuman penetration. “That’s no artifact! What is it?”
Absinth smiled knowingly. She had seen and heard such reactions before, and just not with arrogant Englishwomen! “It is your fate, and your love! It is my, and soon your, Goddess! And, unbeliever, it is nearly 973 years old! It has possessed ten times that many unbelieving females! And you are not nearly the first European to submit to its Glory! Now to initiate you into your new life…” And she leaned forward, aiming the slimy, arm long prong directly at Lara’s thoroughly prepared and presented pussy.
“No!” Lara screamed hoarsely in desperate, last minute resistance. But it came out as a pitiful croak of impotency. With agonizing humiliation she found that she couldn’t even move her legs, to even close her thighs over her defenseless twat. Her legs simply didn’t want to move, to defend her womanhood! All she managed to do was put her arms up so her hands caught Absinth’s shoulders as she settled into the Archeologist’s pitched up saddle.
Pitifully she could only plead for mercy, “Please! PLEASE! Don’t do this to me!”
But there would be no mercy.
Absinth snorted derisively when her shoulders were stopped by Lara’s almost limp hands. Instead of slapping the arms aside, she pressed the Holy Dildo right into Lara’s twat. Moving the apple sized head up and down, bulling aside Lara’s already parted labia, working open her womanly opening, crushing her clit with rhythmic strokes, she watched with growing amusement as the teeth clenching, eye slitting grimace formed on Lara’s face. For a long moment she tortured the poor woman, demanding her submission before satisfying what the Priestess knew had to be irresistible needs for Holy Penetration.
Lara’s brave but impotent resistance couldn’t be maintained more than a couple clit crushing strokes of that beastly prick. By the time the third stroke was closing in on her throbbing sex button, the coarse, guttural, forced moans of unholy pleasure broke from her straining throat and her hands dropped from Absinth’s shoulder to her pendulous boobs. With her hands full of boob, the Adventuress looked up at her conqueror with a pleading expression for…more.
Having seen it all before, the Priestess chuckled nastily, then flicked her cockhead back and forth rapidly over Lara’s jumping button until the whining, quivering woman turned her head in humiliation and bit down on her lower lip to keep from screaming.
“Do you want me now, woman?” Absinth asked, knowing the answer already. “Do you want your Goddess, now? Will you pledge allegiance to and worship your new Deity?”
Lara, eyes closed in humiliation, throat constricted in overwhelming feminine need, could only quickly nod.
It felt so damn good!
And she needed…something…inside her, so bad!
Absinth immediately dropped the cockhead down to Lara’s wide spread feminine opening, pressing in until the woman gasped as her tissues stretched as never before. Then, gripping Lara behind her knees and driving them into the mattress alongside her straining, pebbly nippled tits, with one devastatingly powerful thrust of her meaty, broad hips, she violated the Adventuress in a Baptism of Holy Penetration.
“UUUUUHHHHHH!” Lara wailed like a howler monkey as the smirking Priestess smoothly, inexorably, relentlessly stuffed her with the arm thick bestial phallus.
No pardon was given, nor asked for.
No more token attempts at resistance offered.
Lara’s surrender was complete.
Absinth plunged smoothly into the woman’s guts until her ‘cock’ had simply taken up all the space available in her womanly organs. Lara’s normally flat, muscular belly swelled, outlining a massive tube running from atop her pubic mound to just below her navel. Then, as the phallus was brutally pressed home against Lara’s cervix, a lump formed immediately below her navel.
It was her womb, pushed up by immortal phallus.
Lara gawked up at the smiling face of her mistress, total awe and gratefulness on her face.
It felt so good to be full!
Never had she been filled so well by a man!
She never wanted it to end!
Then Absinth pulled back.
Lara immediately whined as her delightful fullness withdrew from her, starting at her navel and traveling down as the phallus retreated from her deep, feminine belly. She clutched the superior tits of her top, pulling on them, urging, begging, demanding to be refilled!
Absinth complied, halting her withdrawal with just the cockhead within her acolyte, then driving back in. Hard.
The Goddess Phallus smashed into Lara’s cervix, nearly violating it and driving her womb, again, up into a bulge.
Lara gave out with a loud gurgle as another mindfuck flash obliterated her consciousness. Her toes clenched fiercely before the smirking Priestess, betraying Lara’s orgasm.
Absinth began plowing the woman then, using foot long strokes she smashed into Lara’s guts, making her swollen belly jiggle like jello and her glassy eyed face, mouth open and drooling, toss back a forth as she was fucked into holiness.
Each contact between Archeologist womb and divine phallus resulted in a most unladylike belch/grunt from Lara’s open mouth. Every smashing contact made her toes clench. Every drive by the Priestess added to Lara’s orgasmic count.
Soon Lara’s toes were in tetanic contraction, and her mind was swamped with machine-gun orgasms. Absinth climbed completely upon her until the hard driving woman was face to face with Lara’s fucked stupid countenance.
Lara could only clutch the woman’s boobs and grunt with every belly swelling drive into her, forcing her to cum rhythmically and savagely.
“Now you know, Woman!” Absinth gasped into Lara’s face while her broad hips and muscular, full asscheeks relentlessly drove the inhuman phallus in and out of the possessed Lara’s guts. “Now you know! You are mine, now! You will worship with me our Goddess. And you will service me! You will lick my loins and kiss my ass and I will use you as my Temple for the Phallus! You will house our Goddess in your Temple for the rest of your existence! And speaking of ass…”
Absinth then reached around the honking, humping Lara’s hips and slid her fingers into her deep asscrack. Finding her virginal asshole, she crudely jammed two fingers in, to the last knuckle.
Lara yelped with the unexpected violation.
Then Absinth pressed her face against Lara’s neck. “Now pledge your allegiance to our Goddess!” And she spread the buried fingers.
Wide.
Lara’s eyes popped open and, with an ear splitting screech, she heaved her pierced butt up off the mattress, lifting Absinth’s driving hips with her. Holding them both off the bed, the howling Englishwoman convulsed wildly and repeatedly in repeated, forced, almost continuous orgasm. The very jungle around them shuddered with her cries of terminal bliss as Absinth skillfully worked the two womanly tubes until Lara was fully nailed by mind destroying divine sexual rapture.
Lara awoke with a start. She was naked, splayed on her belly across a bed…
Absinth’s bed!
Raising her head, she looked to her right, out the back door. It was almost dark, still some late twilight illuminating the mysterious pathway…
Not too late.
Then she shuddered, then panted loudly as a fresh wave of arousal rushed through her. With an almost desperate response, she tried to fight down the wickedly pleasant, dangerously submissive sensation. Whatever was in that dart still had her under its influence! She was suddenly hornier than hell, again!
No, not as bad as before, she told herself, trying to put down the sudden panic. It wasn’t as all possessive as before. She could at least think somewhat straight about her situation…
But the back of her mind kept reminding her that she sure would enjoy a good plowing right about now!
But the rational, thinking part of her would have nothing of it! First, and foremost, was getting up that path! She was more certain than ever that what she had come for, why she made this expedition in the first place, was at the end of that path.
For what reason would that bitch go to all the trouble to prevent me from going up that path? There had to be something at the end of that path supremely valuable to Absinth, and, since it obviously was a ‘thing’ up there, likewise would be valuable for Collectors once she got to it!
And, secondarily, she didn’t like being told by a dyke bimbo she couldn’t go somewhere! Even naked, it would be worth taking a peek, for her own self-pride if nothing else, at that ‘Holy of Holies’!
Then a hand came down on her bulging left buttock! Fingernails, long and sharp, dug into her butt meat, holding her possessively!
She instantly recognized those nails! Absinth had used them, most effectively, on her earlier!
The fingernail armed digits slid smoothly into her spread asscrack, sinking deep into her crevice until they were stroking across her sore asshole.
Lara, still looking to her right, closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, frantically trying to deny the onrushing, submission commanding pleasure surging up from her groped tail. Even the soreness was feeling good as Absinth ran her fingertips up and down her crack, from her tailbone to just south of the beginnings of her womanly slit.
Shuddering, buttocks quivering and flexing, she wanted to cry as she realized she just couldn’t resist the wicked pleasure those fingers, and that damnable drug, planted in her. Dropping her head in humiliation, she felt her thighs spread even further apart in open invitation to those fingers to go farther, to touch her wide open and soaked pussy…
She heard Absinth chuckle, nastily. “Well, well! My acolyte is awake and wanting more of our Goddess, no? Do not be ashamed, my Dear! You have put up an admirable fight! I’ve had nuns who broke down more quickly than you! But you owe your womanhood to our Goddess! You realize that now! And now you must service her, again!”
Turning her head to the Priestess on her left, Lara began to give her a piece of her mind, “No! You used a drug to get me to…” She halted her tirade abruptly when she saw the luscious figure of the Priestess on her side facing her, one hand idly running its fingers up and down her jumping asscrack.
Absinth was still cinched up with the Spirit of Chicahxylico!
Just the vision of that arm long and thick phallus, jutting wetly out at her, silenced Lara.
Absinth smiled. “I see you are still respectful for Chicahxylico! Good! It is to your credit! Now, I will reward you…” She took Lara’s left shoulder and effortlessly rolled her upon her back.
“Now assume the position!” Absinth arrogantly remarked as she began climbing upon the Archeologist.
“No!” Lara barked, but could do nothing further after Absinth reached out and plunged her hand between the Adventuress’ spread thighs. Immediately and effortlessly the Priestess spread Lara’s floppy labia and plunged three fingers into her pussy.
“AAAAAH!” Lara cried, eyes opening wide in feminine heterosexual terror, as the all powerful woman handling Priestess once again seemed to be taking her with outrageous ease. Then the fingers began sliding in and out, in and out of Lara’s sloppy, soaked fuckhole, and she knew it was true.
Hands clenching into fists of frustration and impotency at her side, Lara’s head dropped back to the mattress in resignation, eyes closed and face turned away in humiliation as Absinth fingerfucked her, most effectively and loudly.
Those fingers just felt so…so…too good! Muscle seizing pleasure roared up from her pierced belly, the beautiful, divine pleasure just too delicious to deny or ignore. Within a minute Lara’s hips where humping into the Priestess’ sloppy, plunging fingers and the thrashing woman’s rasping, forced panting filled the room.
Then, with a loud moan, Lara threw her legs spontaneously up over her. With her own hands she grabbed herself behind the knees and pulled them into the mattress, completely offering herself up to the chuckling Priestess.
Absinth removed her soaked fingers and slowly mounted the panting, white eyed woman’s saddle. Running her phallus’ cockhead up and down the soaked slit, lubricating it with Lara’s own copious juices and making the Archeologist gasp and cry out when phallus met clit, Absinth teased for a long moment. Then, without further delay, she abruptly drove the entire shaft into Lara’s womanly guts.
As her belly again swelled around the divine fuck pole, Lara groaned gratefully. She raised her arms up to her mistress, welcoming her into her upturned saddle.
Absinth fully mounted Lara’s lush, prostrate body and began plowing her, as before, with foot long strokes of devastating power and, most importantly, penetration. And Lara, as before, just squealed in utmost delight and exploded in machine-gun orgasm under her Priestess.
After that only the sound of wide, powerful hips slapping against upturned, wet woman saddle could be heard.
Lara awoke thrashing, nearly in orgasm. Absinth had her by her, seemingly, permanently erect clit, grinding her sex button between two devilishly effective and potent fingers. Squealing and jerking, legs wide spread and the craving for inhuman penetration once again gripping her, she thought she’d go insane before this ordeal was finished.
She was exhausted. Absinth had been fucking her for hours before they again fell asleep. Now it must be far into the night, and the monstrous dyke bitch was again demanding more service from her!
When will it end?
“Spread those big cheeks, woman!” Absinth was commanding as she kept her clit grip on the increasingly wild and vigorously convulsing woman. “Chicahxylico demands your other opening…”
“N…N…No! Not that!” Lara gasped loudly. She definitely noticed that the lust, the need she had felt was not as strong by now, but with Absinth jerking on her clit, the insane jolts of pleasure she generated was most effectively magnifying whatever influence the drug still had on her. She just knew, if Absinth could get that horrible, magnificent phallus against her bunghole, she wouldn’t be able to resist her unnatural violation! “Not that! You can’t! It’s too big!”
“That is what Salma said, until I planted it in her! Now she can’t get enough! Obey me! Obey your Goddess!” And then Absinth was atop her! Suddenly that wickedly hot and wet cockhead was perfectly placed, right between her bulging asscheeks and exactly against her flexing back door!
Lara hissed as her sphincter almost eagerly relaxed for her Goddess!
“No!” Lara whimpered now, reaching her arms straight out to grip the mattress on each side of her. Absinth was raising her paralyzed legs, tilting up her ass for unholy-holy penetration.
Then her left hand felt something…
Hard. Wooden. Tubular…
The blowgun!
With sudden insight she released the tube and slapped her hand up and down its length, looking for…
Feathers! Feathers over a padded needle!
Ripping a dart from the blowgun, with frantic, panic accelerated haste she flipped the dart in her hand like a baton and jabbed the needle into the nearly fully mounted Absinth’s right assmeat. Then she squeezed the dart with all her might.
Even in near total darkness Lara could see Absinth’s jaw drop, her eyes widen. Then, just five seconds later, the woman’s eyes rolled up into her skull alarmingly and she began to shudder and jerk. Then the grunting began.
Without any action from Lara, Absinth fell off the Archeologist, onto her left side. There she lay, the dart still sticking up from her right buttock, jerking and gurgling in mindless bliss.
Lara momentarily remained on her back, legs up, her ass burning where she had nearly been penetrated. Desperately she fought down the agonizing craving to be anally violated generated by the Goddess’ contact with her still flexing asshole. As she fought with herself, she also thought, she hoped, she hadn’t overdosed the Priestess.
“Fuck her!” however came out a moment later, after she had finally suppressed her cravings for anal intercourse, and she could think more clearly, recalling the fate Absinth had planned for her tail. “I hope she OD’s!”
Lara lowered her legs and tried to sit up.
But halfway up she stopped and moaned, from pain this time. Exhaustion hit her without respite, stealing what strength remained from her body and consciousness in her mind. Instantly her fast fading mind told her in no uncertain terms that, no matter what circumstance she was in, her body could no longer continue to function without rest.
Helplessly she fell back, alongside the convulsing, whining, multi-orgasmic Priestess. She couldn’t think anymore, her recovering mind too tired. So she didn’t.
Sleep overcame her in less than a minute.