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Dark Dreamer: The Perils of Stacey [3/8] Mf/MMMf/N
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL: RAPE/BONDAGE/DRUG
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Copyright 1990 All rights reserved
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This is a kind of X-rated version of Romancing the Stone combined
with Raiders of The Lost Ark. Our hero and heroine are down
in the jungles of Peru searching for ancient artifacts. They encounter
evil government soldiers, nasty rebels, and lost jungle natives.
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Part Three
Stacie staggered into her tent while Jack went to check the layout
of the camp the hired labourers had set up. She stripped out of the
oversized man's jumpsuit and stood there naked for a long moment,
her mind still somewhat dazed by the day's events.
Her body was coated with sweat and covered with grass stains
and dirt. She felt slimy and dirty in her crotch and her mouth
tasted like unwashed socks, or maybe unwashed cocks. She pulled a
pair of loose, baggy pants from her bag and then topped it with a
halter.
She grabbed a towel and some soap and then headed out of her
tent. She saw only one of the labourers, who leered at her. She
gave him a glare and then turned and headed for the river. She
wasn't happy about the prospect of a dark, cold bath in river
water, but it was better than the dirt.
She reached the water, then peered around in the darkness,
looking and listening for any signs of peeping toms. She moved
along the shore, heading further away from the light of the camp,
then finally found a little clearing with sufficient cover and
began to strip.
It didn't take long. She stood there for a moment in the
darkness, only a partial moon providing light as she slowly eased
into the water. It was not nearly as cold as she'd thought it would
be. When she was up to her waist she dipped down to wet herself,
then began to carefully clean the dirt from her ivory skin.
Once wasn't good enough. After she'd cleaned herself from head
to toe she started over and cleaned herself a second time, then
finally washed off the soap and rose from the water. She put her
hands on her head, rubbing the water out of her hair.
She was aware of the raw sensuality of her body, outlined like
this in the moonlight, naked and gleaming wet. Being outdoors nude
had always turned her on, ever since she'd first skinny dipped as
a young teenager at summer camp. At the time, she'd been so aroused
by herself that she'd knelt and masturbated right there by the
water.
She smiled and then sighed. She ran her hands down along her
body, over the firm roundness of her breasts, over her sharp little
nipples, then down her chest and smooth, flat belly, around the
curves of her hips and squeezing her buttocks.
She sighed again, sliding a hand down between her legs and
rubbing two fingers up and down her slit, pressing hard against her
clit as she felt the warm gentle night breezes play upon her moist
body. She knelt and spread her legs more, her knees inches from the
waterline.
Her head rolled slowly from side to side as she began to
softly play with her clitty. Her breasts were hard and swelling as
she squashed them between her two arms, plumping them out and
making the nipples stand out even harder.
She groaned softly, the heat from her loins growing hotter and
spreading upwards into her belly. She rocked from side to side as
she sat on her heels, her finger sliding up into her fuck-tube as
she diddled her clitty. She slid her left hand up and began to
twist her left nipple, turning it in slow circles before abandoning
it and seizing a handful of tit meat, squeezing that tightly
instead.
She felt her body throb with heat and excitement. Her head
dropped backwards as her back arched and she gazed upwards at the
moon and stars bright above. The lapping of the waves sounded low
against her excited mewls of pleasure as her cunt boiled with heat
and her tits pulsed and hardened under her kneading fingers.
She closed her eyes and groaned, feeling the onset of a small
orgasm. It rolled over her glistening body, making her thrash her
head from side to side as she grunted in bliss.
She felt the water lapping higher, or was it her knees sinking
into the dirt at the water's edge? The water splashed lightly
against the back of her hand as she rubbed and squeezed her crotch.
Her breathing was becoming even harder and more ragged as the
orgasm relented. Her body, rather than achieving release, was
instead tormented by greater and greater need as she frantically
began to pump two, then three fingers up her little fuck hole.
Her breathing became louder and harsher. Her chest heaved and
her body jerked and writhed, swaying from side to side and back and
forth as the passion mounted within her.
Then an image crammed into her mind, a vision of Jack's large
red cock plunging back and forth in her cunt. It was the sight that
had so captivated her last year when he'd gotten her drunk and then
fucked her to orgasmic bliss.
Instantly her body was thrown into a higher level of
excitement, as if her sexual euphoria was given an instant kick
start. Her body shuddered under the onslaught of a sensory assault
as her breasts and cunt flared up and sent hot sizzling bolts of
carnal energy lancing into her guts.
"Oh! OH! OH! OH! OH!" she groaned, her body lurching up and
down as she sought to hump downward against her plunging fingers.
Both her hands were buried in her volcanic crotch as she grunted
with delight, her orgasm exploding over her, growing greater and
greater as she gasped and grunted in ecstasy.
She knew she had to be silent, but still her voice gave cry to
her delight, growing louder and louder despite her mind's inner
whimpering about being found out like this.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh! Oh! Uh! Uh! Uh!" she gasped. She bent
forward, dropping herself onto her face in the water, her arms
beneath her, her hands rubbing desperately at her cunt as her
fingers plunged deep into her box.
She felt a final, cataclysmic blast of orgasmic pleasure and
opened her mouth for a wondrous scream of ecstasy. At the last
second, she let her face fall forward into the water. She screamed
and shrieked and wailed in delight as she ground herself down on
her fingers, her howls bubbled up to the surface as quiet, watery
gurgles.
Finally the ecstasy subsided and she managed to slowly roll
herself back out of the water before she drowned. She lay
spreadeagled, half in, half out of the water, her chest rising and
falling and her eyes closed. After she had rested for several
minutes, she slowly got to her feet, rubbed herself fairly dry with
the towel and then dressed and went back into the camp.
She woke up the next day strangely refreshed. Though she had
had little difficulty in sleeping, her dreams had been filled with
images of cocks and hard, dirty men. When she'd wakened, she'd
found a wetness between her legs and a low humming in her crotch
that urged her to masturbate.
She'd resisted, partially because the image that kept creeping
into her mind was that of Jack and his big cock. Instead she
dressed in her loose pants, tank top and light loose shirt and gone
out to great the day, which she sincerely hoped would be different
than yesterday.
She glared haughtily at a pair of labourers, then wandered
over to the fire and picked up the coffee sitting there. It smelled
good at least. She poured herself some and tasted experimentally.
It was pretty good.
"Mornin' Princess."
She turned and scowled at Jack. "Ms. O'Connor."
"Whatever you say, luv. We should reach the Gheroun plateau
today, then tomorrow we'll have to abandon the jeeps and start
hoofin' it."
"I'm not afraid of walking."
"Course not. It's gonna be sweaty work though."
"Nothing is ever found by the side of the road, Mister
Blackthorne." She sniffed.
"Be a helluva a lot more convenient if it were." he grinned.
"But then you wouldn't have a job."
"Oh, I'd find somethin' ta do. There's always fools want to go
into the jungles or woods searching for something."
"Like me?"
"You think the old man's tomb is there, who am I to disagree."
"Exactly." she glared. "It's there and you'll find out in a
few days."
"Just so we don't run afoul of the bloody Danki indians."
"Their grounds are further to the west from here. In fact,
they never come near this area for some reason."
"There's always reasons for everything, girl."
"Huh?"
"If the damned indians don't want to come here, why do you
suppose that is?"
"How should I know." she glared.
"Indians are a practical people, Stacie. If they're stayin'
away from a place it's usually because it's dangerous."
"There's nothing dangerous about the mountains. They're a
geologically stable area."
"Yeah, well, I just hope you're right. I'd hate to get caught
in a cave-in, or sunk in quicksand or eaten by herds of tigers or
something."
"Just so we don't run across those scummy guerrillas again."
she shuddered.
"I don't think that's too likely. They were on foot and aren't
likely to be headed up this way just to get back at us. We'll
detour around them on the way back."
"Good."
"How you feeling?"
"I feel fine." she frowned.
"Just wondering, what with those guys, ah... balling you
yesterday."
"I was not seriously hurt, Mister Blackthorne." she said, her
voice dripping with sarcasm. "The fact that those animals chose to
abuse my body is hardly of any concern to you."
"If you say so babe. I'm always hearin about how traumatised
you broads are by getting porked without permission."
"You really are a pig, Blackthorne."
"I try to please."
"Please me by shutting up and getting my breakfast."
"I ain't your servant honey. I'll have one of the gofers fetch
for you."
They spent much of the day bouncing through the jungle and out
on the plateau, heading deeper into the mountainous jungle country.
Stacie was sticky and uncomfortable, and was beginning to regret
her entire profession.
She'd always joined digs that were heavily financed and
already well along. That meant a fairly easy journey to a known
destination and no shit along the way. Once there the tents and
cabins, or whatever, had already been set up and there weren't any
worries about indians or anything else.
She was starting to get disgusted by the whole thing. After
they made camp that night she wandered off by herself, ignoring
Jack and the others. She pushed through bushes, looking for the
source of the vague, humming noise she could hear ahead.
As she came closer to it, the noise got louder and louder
until it was a rumbling that she could almost feel through the
ground. She recognized it then and became excited. It had to be a
waterfall and she could really use a quick dip now.
She hurried forward, going towards the sound of the waterfall.
Then as she pushed through a thick pair of bushes she screamed and
fell downward, arms windmilling as she slid down a steep slope and
then tumbled head first into a deep lake.
She splashed to the surface, spitting out water and looking
around wildly. The lake wasn't very big, only a couple of hundred
feet wide and half that long. There was a thin waterfall, perhaps
a hundred feet high that plunged down into the far end of the lake.
It was a pretty little lake, she decided. She swam across
towards the waterfall, thinking of taking a shower. There were some
rocks at it's base but she needed to reach a dry spot first so she
could strip off her clothes, especially her shoes, which were
weighing her down.
She climbed up on some rocks a couple of dozen yards from the
waterfall and quickly stripped out of her clothes, then carefully
climbed naked across the rocks to stand beneath the water. The
weight of it falling was far heavier than she'd thought and she
curled her arms protectively over her breasts as the water pelted
down around her.
She bowed her head and let the water scour the dirt and sweat
off her, sighing in pleasure, despite it's coldness. She raised her
hands then, arching her back and stretching her hands high above
her, welcoming the water hurtling into her.
She backed up a little, and then yelped as she tripped across
a rock. She braced for impact but missed the side of the hill,
instead falling flat. That surprised her for she didn't think there
was room to lie down behind the waterfall.
She looked around, though she could see little because of the
darkness. Some light penetrated the water and she could see that
she was in the entrance of a cave. She couldn't tell how deep it
was, though it went back further than she could see.
She picked herself up, barely bruised from the fall, and crept
a little ways into the cave. The sound was enormously loud, a
roaring coming from the waterfall at the mouth of the cave. She
couldn't hear anything else and could see very little.
Then, as her eyes adjusted, she realized that there was light
here. It wasn't bright, but once her eyes adjusted, she could see
a fair ways. The cave had some kind of glowing, phosphorescent
material on it's walls. It looked a little eerie, but she could see
to walk.
She thought briefly about going back for her clothes, but
since the cave was fairly warm and her clothes were soaking, she
decided not to. She moved slowly into the cave, blinking her eyes
as they continued to adjust from the outside sunlight.
The cave turned, then turned again. She wasn't worried about
being lost since there didn't seem to be any turnoffs. She was, in
fact, having a good time. For the first time in several days she
was exploring and enjoying herself doing it.
She walked on for twenty minutes or so, finally coming to a
cross tunnel. She figured she couldn't get lost if she took the
left turn, which angled downward. She moved along it in the low
light given by the glowing material on the walls.
She glanced all around her, looking for some signs that
natives had once come this way. As he eyes fully adjusted to the
dim light, she noted little cuts and carvings in the walls, and ran
her hands over them with delight. She wondered if they had been
charted yet.
They weren't very familiar, nothing like the mayans or local
indians that she knew about. She found another cross cave and again
turned left. She moved along it, tracing the growing number of
carvings in the walls and trying to identify their origin.
Then the cave turned sharply and she came face to face with
one of the origins. She gaped at him and he gaped at her. He looked
almost like a stone age native. He wore a loin clothe and had
designs painted on his body. His hair was cut short and round, like
a bowl.
His eyes dropped in astonishment to her naked body and she
instantly remembered her own nudity, covering herself as best she
could and baking away. He shouted at her then in some strange
language. She shook her head, trying to show him she didn't
understand.
He kept moving towards her as she backed away and just as she
turned to run, he grabbed her arm and held tightly. She yelped and
slapped at him, but though he wasn't tall, he was very strong. He
twirled her about and began shoving her back towards the direction
he had come from.
There was nothing she could do but walk. Every time she tried
to slow down he shoved her forward hard. She tried to talk to him,
but neither of them seemed to know each other's language.
She walked and walked, for what seemed like hours, twisting
and turning through so many caverns and tunnels she completely lost
her way. They gradually moved upwards though, until she saw the
bright light of the sun in the distance.
She ran forward, ignoring the native's shout. The light grew
brighter and brighter as she neared the tunnel mouth, and her eyes
started to tear from the light. Then she ran out into the sun and
screamed in shock, for there were another dozen natives directly in
front of her.
They all stared at her in shock, while the one behind her ran
up behind her and grabbed her again. They all started to jabber at
each other in their strange language, then led Stacie forward down
a wide trail that led to a village a few hundred yards away.
She kept trying to cover her breasts and crotch with her hands
but because they kept pushing at her, she kept losing her balance
and had to keep jerking her hands out to keep herself upright. She
was franticly running through the local native groups trying to
match one with this strange, primitive group.
Nothing even came close though. Nor did the strange style of
the village match anything she knew of.
The village was made up of round, flat roofed thatched mud
shacks gathered in neat rows. The place was laid out like a modern
subdivision. At the center of the village was an old pyramid temple
like the Mayans and Egyptians used. It was about a hundred feet
high and looked well repaired.
As she was pushed into the village, more and more people
gathered around, men, women, and children. All of them chattered
excitedly, pointing and shouting at her. Many tried to touch her,
grabbing at her skin and hair. She was even more embarrassed about
her nudity, even though the adults wore only loin clothes and the
children were naked.
She could hardly think straight with all the shouting in her
ears as she was pushed towards a large hut in the center of the
village. A man stood out in front of the hut and he stared at her
as she was pushed up to stand in front of him.
The crowds of people went silent, gathering in a half circle
around her as the man stared her up and down. He was old, with
bright white hair. He wore a loin clothe like the others, but his
face and chest were painted brightly. Again, she didn't recognize
the designs.
He moved around her in slow circles, eyes carefully studying
her. Then he stopped and turned to the crowd. He raised his hands
and shouted something. The crowd went wild, shouting and applauding
and laughing with glee. Then two big men grabbed her and dragged
her towards the temple.
She had no idea what was going on. She kept shouting at them,
hoping one of them, at least, could understand english, or her poor
Spanish. They led her up the long, wide stairway to the top of the
temple. It was a long walk.
Once on top, she was pushed into a stone room and left alone
while the two men stood outside the entrance. When she tried to
leave, they pushed her back.
The room was filled with strange objects, all of them
stonework and all carved and painted with elaborate patterns. She
wandered around looking at things, trying to figure out what they
were for.
One large, square thing seemed to be the alter, then there
were several tables, and a bunch of bowls, cups, and chalices.
There were little statuettes of animals and bizarre looking
creatures, none of which she could catalog.
A noise caused her to turn and she saw a dozen women coming
into the low roofed room. They were all smiling and carrying
baskets. She tried again to talk to them but they ignored her,
obviously not understanding anything she was saying.
They quickly moved around her, giggling and pawing at her. She
didn't know what to do. They pulled and pushed her into the middle
of the room, forcing to stand on a small, upraised dais. Their
hands were coated in some kind of harsh, soapy substance and they
began to methodically rub down her body.
She yelped as they took out harsh brushes and scraped at her
body. She was covered in soapy bubbles as they cleaned her
thoroughly. Then they poured pot after pot of ice cold water over
her head until the soap was washed off.
They surrounded her again, again rubbing at her flesh, this
time their hands were coated with an oily substance and they began
to rub it all over her body, ignoring her renewed protests.
She yelped and squirmed and tried to break away but was
surrounded by the circle of women. Their hands touched and squeezed
and rubbed across her everywhere, coating her body with a
glistening sheen of oil.
The women stood aside then as a large, fat woman moved through
them. She had a strange looking device in her hand. It was kind of
like an oven baster, only made of stone. She brought towards
Stacie, moving the tip against her groin.
"Oh no." she gasped, jerking away. Many hands grabbed her,
pushing her down on her belly, spreading her legs apart. The fat
woman bent behind her as Stacie struggled haplessly. She felt the
hard stone of the device pushing against her slick pussy lips, then
it probed within her, pushing deep into her belly.
She groaned, her arms and legs jerking against the hands
holding her. She felt some kind of liquid slowly dribbling down
into her. It was thick and gooey, thicker even than the oil coating
her body. It felt very warm, almost uncomfortably so.
They held her in place, patting her head, stroking her hair
and cooing to her as more of the liquid slid into her cunt and
bubbled down into her belly. Then they rubbed at her cuntmound and
let her up.
She jerked angrily away from them, her arms in front of her
again, vainly trying to cover her nudity. They just giggled, then
they turned and filed out of the door. She pawed at her skin, her
hands covered with oil. She looked around for some place to rub
herself off on, but there was nothing.
She padded around the room, angry and frustrated. These people
didn't seem to from any sort of catalogued aborigine group.
Ordinarily that would be a great coup, to find a new group, but all
she could think of was how to get out of her and away from them.
She scratched at her crotch, which was itching mightily. Her
flesh felt warm, hot even and she cursed at the oil covering her,
wondering if it were to blame. Obviously if her skin couldn't
breath, couldn't get air, she would be overheating. The stuff was
too thick to rub off without soap or towels though and her body got
hotter and hotter.
The worst heat was between her legs, from her cunt in fact and
she wondered why that would be. Her cunt was hot and itchy and felt
terribly uncomfortable. She kept squeezing it and even slapped at
herself a few times. It eased the irritating pressure momentarily.
She tried to push past the two men but they again forced her
back into the room. She cursed at them, then stomped around the
room, glaring at the figures carved there. She had to get out of
here, she thought. She kicked at one of the walls, then yelped in
pain, holding her foot.
Movement behind her alerted her and she turned to find two men
coming towards her. They too wore loin clothes, but also elaborate
masks and capes. Their masks covered their heads and were carved
from wood into the shape of strange and ugly mythological
creatures.
Both men were tall and well muscled. They seized her upper
arms and led her out of the room. She didn't fight them, glad to
get out of there at last.
She blinked in the strong sunlight and automatically tried to
raise her hand to her eyes to block it. The men held her arms
firmly, leading her across the top of the pyramid towards the far
edge. She could hear noises from below and looked around to see
that the villagers were surrounding the pyramid, gazing up
expectantly.
The two men led her to the side and held her there as the
villagers cheered. Stacie hardly cared anymore about her nudity.
Instead it was the heat that was getting to her. The strong bright
sun made her body heat up even hotter and faster, and she felt
herself getting weak.
The two men led her over to the second side and held her arms
up above her head to either side. Again the people cheered. She was
led across to the third side, her head now throbbing with heat and
her body burning. The two held her arms up and the crowd cheered.
They brought her to the fourth side and held her arms up. Now
only their strong grip on each arm kept her from collapsing. The
people cheered and they half carried her back to the middle of the
pyramid.
There were four upright stone posts there, each about waist
high. They pushed her down onto her back, spreading her arms and
legs until she was spreadeagled between the posts. Thick vines were
tied around her wrists and ankles, binding them firmly.
Then the vines were fastened to the tops of the posts. Four
men, all wearing the strange and fearsome masks stepped forward.
They each seized one of the vines and pulled, lifting Stacie off
the ground, pulling her wrists and hands upward to the tops of the
posts.
She groaned in pain as the vines dug into her flesh. Her body
was held in mid-air, arms and legs spread wide as the men tied her
firmly between the posts. The vines were so tight that her body
didn't bend at all, her body was absolutely flat as it was
stretched tightly between the four posts.
Only her head hung back, hung down. She was looking at the
world upside down and she became even more bleary and confused. She
tried to pull her head up but it seemed to weigh a ton. She finally
managed to lift her head back up and look down the length of her
body.
One of the men there, the men in the masks, had dropped his
loincloth. His penis was huge and thick and hard. He chanted in a
high, loud voice as he moved himself against her open crotch.
Stacie moaned in pain, her body throbbing and overheating.
Then the man moved his cock against her pussy entrance. He
didn't hold onto it but merely directed it with his hips. His hands
were up in the air as he chanted loudly. His cockhead,
uncircumcised of course, probed at her entrance.
Her cunt was spread wide and coated with oil. His dick pushed
several times, then caught at her tunnel entrance and he slowly
pushed forward, driving his cock deep into her overheated cunt box
as the crowd watched solemnly.
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