Expeditions

BY: R/Dave (C) 1999

It was dark and smelled of mildew. High above his nakedness, he could barely see the bats clinging to the roof of the cave. From time to time, a drop of moisture would splat on to his exposed skin with enough force to startle him. He was bound to a cold and damp pedestal, and was dazed and frightened.

The earlier drive into the desert had been uneventful, but once off the main highway, the fun truly began. With his gal Jill strapped in at his side, Mark careened the little Jeep off of every gully and rock he could find without tipping the rugged little vehicle over, just to watch Jill’s boobs wobble. Mark so enjoyed her firm little breasts, and would often spend hours kneading and massaging their soft skin just to hear her sighs and watch her tiny nipples rise and fall. She was a good sport, eager to try new adventures and always receptive to his overtures. He loved her company from the moment they were first introduced in the lab, and soon included her on all of his anthropological excursions into the vast surrounding desert.

Recently, he had found that Jill truly loved oral sex, and was almost overwhelmed with both her intensity and frequency. Mark would watch her tease his manhood by skinning it with the suction of her tiny mouth, only to release him just at the moment before his orgasm erupted. After repeating the sexual torture several times, she would finally allow him to spew into her throat, only to increase her stimulation with such intensity that it was almost too painful to endure. Jill loved the control, and Mark enjoyed surrendering to her vivacious appetite. During their blissful resolution, they would often lie in each other arms, often awakening the next morning in the same position. The compatibility of their intimacy was a rare find for both of them, and they carefully preserved both its intensity and spontaneity.

Todays’ adventure was to take the two scientists deep into the rocky hills. An old Indian, half blinded by peyote, had described a site supposedly once occupied by fierce nomadic warriors that had used human sacrifice in fertility rites. When Jill and Mark arrived at the ravine the old man had described, they quickly set up camp, and while Mark combed the area with a metal detector, Jill began sample excavations beneath a rocky outcropping that could have offered shelter from the fierce sun and the howling winds. When they returned to the campsite several hours later, they found their equipment and provisions gone, and the gas tank of the Jeep punctured. Within moments, they realized they were now prisoners of the terrain they had come to explore. It would be a long journey to the closest paved road by foot, and they opted to wait until the sun was near the horizon before setting off towards its glow.

At first, the "hike" back to civilization seemed pleasant with their spirits high, and the surrounding terrain forgiving. But as the night established itself, they began to become disoriented by the shadows and scurrying nocturnal critters. Jill disappeared first, drawn down into the rocky sand before she could utter a sound. As Mark turned and realized his companion was nowhere to be seen, the earth beneath him began to rapidly swirl and he found himself fighting for breath as he descended into darkness.

The darkness gradually gave way to the flicker of candlelight as the parade of small hooded figures wound their way around the large boulders to eventually surround him. At the end of the procession he could see the blindfolded and barely clothed figure of Jill. The brief moment of comfort he felt by her presence was quickly dashed when he realized that she must have been drugged by the way her head rolled from side to side, and the way she stumbled behind her captors. As he caught a glimpse of the faces of one of the nearby captors, he could clearly see two red glowing eyes and a dark face disfigured with deep lines. The thick guttural sounds they made to each another reminded him of a tribe of aborigines he had researched for his masters thesis, albeit the pitch was substantially higher.

Marks knowledge and experience told him that he was to be a sacrifice, but with a lack of apparent idols or chants, he couldn’t discern the type of ritual, until the small figures began to disrobe. They were all female with thin dangling breasts capped with large nipples that pointed to their feet. Their small disfigured bodies supported large rolls of fat that reminded him of size graduated doughnuts stacked on top of one another. The pungent odor that filled the air as they disrobed was the unmistakable odor of unwashed genitals that made both the captors wretch and gasp for air. Yet the most pronounced characteristic was their red and glowing unemotional eyes that when focused on his flaccid manhood sent shivers down his spine.

While two of the captors supported Jill, the others moved closer to Marks’ pelvis and began to croon in a sing song chant as they caressed his thighs and abdomen, and took turns massaging his manhood and ball sack. They were gentle and persistent, and his fears gradually succumbed to the dwarfed eroticism until his erection cleaved the cool moist air. He was not particularly well-endowed, but his captors appeared in awe of the throbbing flesh, caressing it delicately as they changed their melodic chant to a somber monotone. From the corner of his eyes, he could see a long bronze dagger being fitted into Jill’s delicate hands as she was gently escorted to stand immediately adjacent to his pelvis.

Two of the little creatures climbed atop the altar where Mark was bound and gently guided Jill’s head into his groin by applying pressure to her shoulders. As her face touched the throbbing organ, he mouth opened and she drew his length within her. It was then something in her drugged mind registered, and suddenly she remembered the man to whom this warm gristle was attached. Sensing the futility of an escape attempt without his help, she gently began to stimulate Mark by skinning the silky flesh with the same sucking motions she always used. He immediately knew that she was recovering from the effects of whatever drug she had been given, and that she was erotically signaling him. When she felt his pelvis respond to her administrations, she quickly stood up and peeled away the blindfold with her free hand, and began slashing at his binding lines with the dagger. The captors were immediately upon her, but not before she had freed his hands enough for Mark to complete the job, and leap off of the freezing stone to grasp her arm and bolt into the darkness from whence he had seen them originate.

It was then, by some rare twist of fate or divine intervention, that a low rumble began to build in intensity, violently shaking the cave. The captors began to feverishly chant around the sacrificial altar, as the sleeping bats scurried past Mark and Jill on their way to freedom. They barely had time to reach the fresh open air before the desert around them collapsed from the violent earthquake, sending clouds of dust and sand high into the air. For those few brief moments, panic overtook the inhabitants of the desolate world, and Jill and Mark watched as a myriad of wildlife fled before them into the presumed safety of the high hills. They felt as if the had run for miles before the intense vibrations began to ebb, and Mark turned around in time to witness a mushroom cloud forming over at the distant test range.

They both paused to witness the cloud continue its ascent towards the heavens and embraced one another. The tension leading to the successful escape had been quite intense and they needed a few minutes to catch their breaths and assess their options. It was during their brief respite that Jill became of Marks nakedness, and Mark was able to see just how transparent her wraps really were. Without a word they both collapsed onto the hot sands, exploring the unique beauty of one another in silent relief and thankfulness. Their mutual and powerful orgasm echoed through the hills, sending the frightened critters once again scurrying for shelter.

When they returned to the site several weeks later with a team of archeologists, they found a wall of concise hieroglyphics unearthed by the collapse of the desert wall describing the descent of the primitive amazon tribe that would sacrifice their captured male victims in a rite of fertility. According to the well-preserved drawings, the male victims were forced to ejaculate into and earthen bowl prior to being executed by a bronze dagger. The semen was always extracted orally by a young warrior who was also sacrificed assuring the "purity" of the tribe. The warm ejaculate was then distributed to a few selected recipients who were nurtured and treated royally until their offspring was delivered at which time, if the child was a male, they would be executed, if female, the mother would be given a coveted seat on the tribes council. Apparently, several years of drought had weakened the tribe and eventually forced them underground to an abundance of water and natural resources that had sustained them indefinitely. The dawn of the nuclear age suddenly arrived, transforming their demeanor and ultimately ending their secretive existence.

Jill and Mark continued their explorations of the site spending many a weary day combing through the timeless sands, and many a night in each others arms, exploring the unique intimacies of each other. The became highly adept in their lovemaking techniques, and were soon able to stimulate each other in ways they had never imagined. One evening, just before the sun hid behind the surrounding hills, they unearthed a dull earthen vase that was chipped and discolored with time. After a careful examination they discovered the mouth of the vase had remained unopened for quite some time. Excitedly, the two scrambled to the jeep and sped back to the lab where the contents could be examined to preclude any deterioration. Gingerly the waxen seal was removed, and within was a yellow weathered scroll that revealed a map of a site further south where some of the tribe had apparently migrated during the drought.

It took four long and frustrating months for the two to convince the foundation to grant them the funds required for an expedition into the heart of the Sierra Madres. Once the funding was received, approvals were sought and sanctions bestowed on the team, and within weeks Jill and Mark led the party of five explorers into the rugged terrain following their airlift by helicopter. It was hot, dry, and uneventful until the evening crept across the valleys, and brought a silky breeze to the still air. As the team set up camp in the shelter of a towering rock outcropping, the first two scientists suddenly disappeared. An emergency radio message to the lab was sent but never received, and an immediate search pattern was devised and implemented. Sometime shortly after midnight, the third scientist disappeared amidst a muffled scream, sending the two remaining scientists, Jill and Mark, scrambling for the shelter of their campsite. When they arrived it was no longer there, and Mark got the sickening feeling in his stomach just as the sands around his boots began to swirl. He called out frantically to Jill just before he disappeared, and although she scrambled with all her might, she was a few moments too late. Slouched in the cool breeze, she wept bitterly at the loss, until she too was taken below.

Warm soft hands caressing his torso awakened Mark with a full blown erection. He was surrounded by beautiful women with tiger skinned loin cloths and halter tops. They were massaging a warm herbal cream into his genitals and prostrate region skillfully, and although he was lightly restrained, he didn’t feel threatened or intimidated. Soon the balm began to effect his genitals, bringing warmth and extreme sensitivity to the entire region. As small bronze bowl was placed under his glans, the gentle pressure on his shaft was all the stimulation required to bring him to a bone shattering climax. His seed exploded into the air, and the women hurriedly collected the milky substance into the bowl with small reeds. Mark continued to release his life giving semen at an unbelievable rate, his hips bucking uncontrollably as frothy sperm dribbled into the collection bowl. Whenever he would start to relax, the women attending him would gently touch his perineum or massage his scrotal sac and he would immediately begin to ejaculate again. In the background, he could here the grunts of his fellow scientists, undoubtedly experiencing similar traumas. After what seemed like hours of uninterrupted orgasms, he faded into blissful darkness.

Mark awoke to the mind numbing blast of the desert winds next to the three other scientists. His clothing was gone, he had a splitting headache, and he felt as if every conceivable drop of semen had been drained from his throbbing gonads. His associates slowly stirred and stood in the blazing sun, walking bowlegged to protect their valued assets from any further irritation. Jill was nowhere to be found. They began to search the area, but were soon overcome by the elements and collapsed into the sand from whence they came. A rescue helicopter spotted them later in the afternoon thanks to a small flare placed amidst them by one of their captors. All four of them would recover from the ordeal and never again experienced the pleasure they derived from their beautiful captors. Mark’s lifelong ambition to find Jill was never realized, and he died alone and lonely in the desert that had claimed his love.

Jill grew to learn the fine art of becoming a huntress, and with her knowledge and experience would one day become the leader of the tribe of amazon warriors hidden beneath the desert sands. Her daughter, fathered by Mark’s milky seed and educated with all the collected wisdom of her converted Mother, would one day lead her people back to the headwaters of the Amazon to be reunited with the rest of her sisters. They would consolidate their collective knowledge and traditions to become the most feared and respected tribe in the Americas.