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Romancing the Stone, Part One Rape/Bondage/Drug
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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 One
Neither the heat, the dust, nor even the leers and occasional
pawing of the ignorant latin peasant men could break Stacie
O'Connor's good mood. After months of research and more months of
begging, wheedling, and conniving, she was finally in Peru, on her
way to the lost tombs of the Mayan King Koo Lan and his family.
The fact that nearly everybody dismissed her chances of
finding anything did nothing to dissuade her. If anything, it made
her even more determined to prove them wrong.
She knew her odds, but knew what she stood to gain, instant
prestige. A doctorate in Ancient South American cultures meant
nothing to the fuddy, creaking, gray haired old boys network that
ran every museum and gallery, and every archaeological dig in the
world.
Newly graduated doctors, no matter what their grades or
intelligence, were little more than fodder for the wheel, used as
servants and labourers, digging, cleaning, dusting, washing and
note taking.
If she was lucky, she would be able to attach herself as a
very junior assistant on one of the least important digs somewhere,
and spend years and years gaining the confidence and recognition
that would allow her greater projects.
It would take ten or twenty years before she was instantly
dismissed as a flighty, ignorant little girl. The old boys were as
sexist as they came, and though they would never of course, admit
it, most thought the archaeological world was no place for women,
let alone young and pretty ones.
She had tried to disguise herself of course, in order to be
taken seriously. She'd purchased glasses. She didn't need them of
course, but they were carefully chosen so as to make her look both
intelligent and sophisticated.
Her beautiful blonde hair was died brown, cut short and pulled
back tightly against her head in a small bun. Her body itself was
concealed, as best she could, in loose shirts, sweaters and pants
that concealed the smooth roundness of her hips and buttocks, the
slim flatness of her belly, and above all, the high, firm roundness
of her oversized breasts.
She wouldn't, she simply WOULD NOT be dismissed as a sex
object without a brain!
This dig would make headlines around the world and give her
work for years to come, cataloguing, deciphering, then explaining
and lecturing on her find. By then she'd be famous and could get
her pick of digs anywhere in the world.
She strode arrogantly through the lobby of the hotel, the bell
boys carting her things along behind, stopped at the counter and in
a carefully cultivated voice of authority, proclaimed herself and
her reservation.
The clerk hurriedly signed her in and gave her key to one of
the bell boys, who hurried to the ramshackle old elevator with her
bags. She stood, ramrod straight in the elevator, looking straight
ahead as it slowly ascended to the top floor.
Then she moved quickly ahead, almost marching forward until
she stopped before her door. The bell boys caught up, unlocked it
and hurried through. She dismissed them firmly and then she was
alone, and finally beginning her first real dig.
She allowed some of her excitement to appear on her face then,
finally alone. She moved to the window and looked out on the city,
such as it was, thinking of how things looked here a thousand years
ago.
Tomorrow morning, she would leave it behind, and with her
assistant and labourers, head into the jungle towards Munga
mountain and make her name.
Of course there were a thousand details to take care of first,
and of course, her assistant hadn't shown up yet. She didn't even
know who he was! All daddy, Professor O'Connor had promised was
that he'd find someone competent.
Well, that was all she needed, just so long as they knew who
was in charge.
The phone rang.
She moved over and picked it up.
"Stacie O'Connor." she said.
"Miss O'Connor? There is a man here to see you. An American.
His name is Blackthorne."
"Blackthorne." She whispered. "Jack Blackthorne?"
"Yes, Miss O'Connor. Shall I send him up?"
She stared at the wall, her eyes closed.
"Miss O'Connor?"
"Yes?"
"Shall I send him up?"
"... Yes. Yes. Send him up." She said, slowly putting down the
phone.
Her mind was in turmoil. How could he? How could this have
happened? Of all the people her father could have hired, how could
he have settled on that drunken, lazy sonofabitch?!"
"Oh God!" she moaned, covering her face with her hands.
Not only was Jack Blackthorne a lazy miserable bastard, he was
also a stinking pervert. The last time they'd met had been on a dig
in central asia. They were both working as assistants, she during
her summer holidays.
He'd gotten her drunk, taunting her in order to show that she
could drink, that any woman could, and not lose control. Then what
he'd done to her...
She blushed every time she thought of it, which was not often.
It was one of the most humiliating events in her life and one she
tried desperately to forget. Unfortunately it invaded her dreams
regularly, and always in erotic tones that made her heart race and
her loins yearn for a man's touch.
Stacie had had only two men in her life. One, her first was in
her freshman year. She'd allowed it merely to show herself that it
meant nothing, and it hadn't. The boy was clumsy, fast and hurt
her. Jack though, was entirely different.
She'd never felt like that before, and never wanted to again.
It wasn't that it wasn't.... incredible. But she'd been totally
under his control, almost his plaything. She never wanted to be
used like that again, no matter how pleasurable.
There was a knock at the door. She took several moments to fix
her face firmly in place, then strode to the door. She opened it
and stared arrogantly into Jack
Blackthorne's chest. She cursed herself and raised her eyes,
instantly recollecting the somewhat condescending smile as he
looked back.
"Mister Blackthorne." she said, tonelessly.
"Hey there, Stace."
"Miss O'Connor, please. Come in." she held the door and stood
aside, back, ramrod straight. She shrugged, gave her that patient
little smile and swaggered through the door and over to the bed,
where he turned and dropped down, propping himself up on his hands
as he continued to smile, or was it smirk, at her.
"Let me get things straight from the start, Mister
Blackthorne," she said. "You were not my choice for this
assignment, and in fact, had I been consulted, you would not now be
here. But since you are here, I want there to be no
misunderstandings about who is the boss here."
"You're payin' the bills, honey. You can be boss if you like."
he smiled.
"The bills are being footed by the Belmont research
Institute."
"Your daddy's place, isn't it?"
"My father is a member of the board but... "
"Isn't he the chairman?"
"Will you shut up!" she snapped, stomping her foot.
"Anything you say, baby."
"I will thank you to address me as Ms. O'Connor!"
"Ms. O'Connor, huh? You were singing a different tune last
year, Mizz O'Connor." he sniffed. "Seems to me it was... OH FUCK ME
HARDER JACK! FUCK ME HARDER!" he cried the words in a high pitched
excited tone as he smirked at her.
Stacie turned a deep shade of red and her breath momentarily
left her as she froze in humiliation. She started to talk, then
stopped, unable to get the words out.
"Or was it something like... OHHHH! YOUR COCK! GIVE ME YOUR
COCK!..."
"SHUT UP!" she screamed.
Her skin was fiery hot as she scowled furiously at him.
"Whatever may or may not have happened in the past, when I was
purposefully misled into consuming too much alcohol, is in the
past! I will try to tolerate your presence, though I find you
disgusting, perverted, ignorant and completely incompetent, only
because I don't want to delay this trip any longer! But you will
speak when spoken to and reply in a respectful tone with respectful
words! Do I make myself perfectly clear?"
He smiled his tolerant smile again and shrugged.
"Whatever you say, honey. I mean, Mizz O'Connor."
"Good!"
"So where's the map of this place we're headin' to, anyways'?"
"I have the map and I shall keep the map, if it's all the same
to you!"
"Suit yerself, Mizz O'Connor."
"I will! Now, here is the location of the labour hire hall
where the men I have hired is located." She handed him a small slip
of paper.
"Go and pick them up and then go to the supply outlet listed
on the other side and pick up our jeeps and supplies. Return here
immediately. I'll expect you in not more than one hour."
"They ain't gonna be there, babe."
"What?"
"The hiring hall. The boys you hired won't be there."
"How do you know?"
"Cause I know is why. You hire em for today or tomorrow?"
"Today."
"They won't be there. They work from dawn to dusk. That's the
work day here. They showed up at dawn. When you didn't, they went
home or to the bars or something. They'll be back at dawn
tomorrow."
"I wanted to leave tonight!" She snapped.
"Can't do it. You'll have to pay em' for today, too."
"I will not!"
"Yes, you will. Else the government won't let you leave the
country when you're done. Trust me. We'll leave tomorrow at dawn."
"I decide when we leave, Mister Blackthorne."
He sighed and shook his head, the condescending smile still on his
face."
"Look, sweety..."
"Ms. O'Connor!" she snapped.
"Right. Look, Mizz O'Connor, you can't do anything these
people don't wanna do. What's more, they won't take orders from
you. You let me handle em'. I've done it before."
"I am in charge of this expedition. They will take orders from
me!"
"No. They won't. You're a woman. They won't take orders from
a woman. They won't even work for a woman. You try and yell at em,
they'll just ignore you."
"Then I will fire them and find others."
"None of em' will work for you, babe. And what are you gonna
do if they tell you to fuck off when we're a hundred miles into the
jungle, fire me then?"
She glared at him, furiously.
"Remember your cultures one-oh-one?" he grinned.
"Very well. You may handle them. They're ignorant labourers so
you have a great deal more in common with them than I do."
"Right you are."
"I want to leave at the crack of dawn."
"Sure, babe."
"Ms. O'Connor!"
"Right. Right."
She decided to take the opportunity to study the maps and
notes some more, then have a bath. It would be her last bath for
some time, at least in hot water. She cleaned the tub first, then
filled it and stopped briefly at the mirror before getting in.
She had a wonderful body. She knew that, though it was little
more than a curse to her in her business. It was the body that
peered brainlessly up from a thousand magazine covers and
centerfolds. It was the body of a stupid blonde bimbo.
She had perfect curves, a pair of perfectly formed, high
rounded breasts that would have made her look stacked, had she not
been so tall and physically fit. She had a good strong chest, her
ribs prominent and well formed beneath her firm, rounded mammaries.
Her waist was somewhat thin, the envy of her friends, and her
hips were round and womanly, leading to long, perfect legs that
were made for mini skirts, but had never seen one. She ran a hand
through her died brown hair, noting reluctantly that it was
starting to get long again and would soon have to be cut.
Her groin was lightly dusted with golden fur. She'd had no
reason to even attempt to dye it since no man was going to see it
anyway, and her crack was easily seen beneath the hair. She turned,
running a hand across her left ass cheek. That too was a
distraction to men she dealt with. In fact, her body was probably
her biggest difficulty in being taken seriously, well, her second
worst. Her worst was undoubtedly her face.
She shoved a lock of brown hair from her eyes and shook her
head as she saw herself. "Doctor Stacie O'Connor." she said,
finding it hard, herself, to accept the title with the image. She
didn't look her twenty-five years. She couldn't even get into a bar
without her ID.
She wouldn't look out of place on a high school campus, in
fact. She wasn't sure whether it was her huge blue eyes, her pouty
little mouth or her sweet little upturned nose. Maybe it was all of
them combined. Together they made her look like a teenager, a cute
little girl who was to be looked at but certainly not to be taken
seriously.
"Shit." she said. She turned from the mirror and went to the
tub, then got in, easing herself into the hot water with a sigh of
relief.
Things were definitely not going the way she'd expected.
Still, she could cope with that baboon, Blackthorne. Letting him
deal with the scruffy little latin labourers was probably a good
idea, too. It would save her the problem.
She remembered their last meeting, blushing again as she
recalled his words earlier in the afternoon, and the gap in her
memory that didn't let her recall whether or not she actually had
said words like that. She closed her eyes and rubbed her wet hand
across her face as she eased further down into the water.
How she could ever have gotten involved with that big, ugly
brute was something she'd never be able to understand. Oh, he had
a certain charm, if you were looking for the dumb jock type, and he
was unquestionably big, handsome, and muscular, but who cared? He
had the sensitivity of a rhino.
And the horn of one, popped into her mind. That she did
remember, that big cock of his. She had a vision of herself in much
the same position as she was in now, on her back, legs spread,
knees up. She remembered looking down between her legs and seeing
that massively thick horn of his sliding in and out of her groin.
She shook her head in anguish. How had she allowed herself to
become so drunk she had let him use her like that? Her hand slid
down between her legs and cupped her crotch, remembering how it had
looked with the big reddish cock pounding into her. The cock had
looked too big for her body, way oversized. It had fit though.
It hadn't been any great seduction. She remembered that much.
It had bordered on rape. He'd simply started pawing her body and
refused to take no for an answer until her body had refused to let
her keep saying no.
She closed her eyes, working her two fingers up and down her
slit, rubbing lightly as she recalled the look of that big prong
going into her, and tried to remember the sensations of pleasure
that had gone with it. She'd cum, more than once in fact. She'd cum
several times, the first almost taking her head off.
She rubbed harder, her fingers churning the water as she
ground them against her cunt slit and clitty. She pulled her knees
up and back, sliding further down in the water as she probed at her
hole, sliding a finger down into her cunt tube as she groaned
lightly.
She felt her clit stiffen, felt the heat in her body that did
not come from the water. She felt her breasts harden and swell,
watched the little nipples getting erect.
She began to pump the finger in her cunt, trying to think of
something else erotic, her mind flashing over erotic movies,
hollywood superstars, people she knew in the past that were
handsome and sexually appealing. In the end though, it was
Blackthorne's face that filled her vision as she pumped her finger
harder and harder into her fuck hole.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" she moaned, pumping
harder. She felt the water seeping into her cunt as she worked a
second finger inside, prying her cuntlips apart to let the warm
water gush into her. She slid her fingers back and forth as she
seized her clitty and began to rub furiously.
"Uuu! Uuu! Uuu! Uuu! Uuu!" she groaned, pumping her fingers
faster. She slid a hand onto her rounded breasts, bobbing just
above the surface of the water and squeezed hard, sending a hot
stream of sexual heat into her chest.
Then she came, arching her back and almost drowning herself as
her head slid beneath the waters and her passion racked mind lost
control of her body.
Waves of heat blew through her. The water splashed out onto the
floor as her body thrashed about in the tub.
Then she pulled her head out of the water and gasped, choking
for air. She clung, shivering to the side of the tub as she
regained her breath.
She felt even more uncertain the next day in dealing with
Jack, and tried to make up for it by acting bitchier and bitchier.
His tolerant amusement only increased her anger until her insults
finally made even him angry and he began to respond in sullen
little barks.
They were at the cheap, almost deserted old warehouse where
their things were being held. She had insisted on inspecting
everything, despite his claim that he'd done it the previous
evening. She walked around the piles of goods, checking things off
on her list and checking their quality while Jack sullenly
followed.
"I told you I checked everything." he glared.
"You're a second rate hack. If you were any good, you would be
leading your own digs by now, Mister Blackthorne. How long have you
been doing this now, ten years, twenty?"
"What you really need, Stacie, is a good solid fuck." he
sniffed.
"It's too bad there aren't any men around then, isn't it?" She
snapped.
"I can think of one who could do the job." He leered.
"Why don't you go and find him for me then, asshole?" she
snarled, letting her anger really take control.
"He's closer than you think."
"I sincerely doubt it!" She glared at him, a sneer on her
lips.
He rushed forward suddenly, his arms engulfing her. Stacie was
forced back against the wall as his lips crushed against hers,
silencing her cry of surprise. Jack's right hand darted down
between her legs, seizing her left thigh and forcing her leg up and
back against the wall as he ground his crotch into her groin.
"Mmnnpphhhhh! Get off me you fucker!" she snarled, shoving
furiously at him. Instead he only pushed harder against her. He
jerked her skirt up, revealing her white bikini panties. Then his
left hand was at his pants, popping the clasp and jerking them
downwards. He wore no underwear and his hand went to hers, tearing
the thin nylon right off her.
He grabbed her wrists, holding them both above her with his
left hand as his right grabbed her thigh again, lifting her leg
back up against the wall. His body slammed against her, making her
gasp in pain as his weight bore her into the wall.
Then his hard cock was rubbing against her groin, skimming
along her soft flesh as he humped against her. She cursed and
hissed at him, trying to bite his cheek. He slapped her, knocking
her head aside, then raised his right knee, propping up her leg and
releasing his hand for a moment to grasp his erection and center it
against her slit.
He drove forward and she cried out as his cock drove into her.
His hand returned to her thigh, forcing it up and back as he pushed
his prong into her, forcing it up through the narrow opening
between her legs, ramming the rounded cockhead up into her guts as
she jerked and trembled against him.
Her mouth hung slack and her eyes bulged wide as his cock
drove up into her. She twitched and shivered, then her head flew
back against the wall and her back arched as she groaned in
response to her suddenly filled cunt box.
His face pushed against her throat, chewing, sucking fiercely.
He ground himself into her, rutting his cock back and forth in her
tight pink box. He let go of her wrists and her hands slowly came
down around his shoulders as he gripped her buttocks in both hands
and threw his hips forward.
She groaned and her head swivelled slowly back and forth, her
eyes closed tightly. Her left leg remained high of it's own
volition, and gradually curved around him as he began to slam his
weight against her, pounding his cock high up into the tight
confines of her fuck-hole as he ground her ass between his fingers.
He slid his cock back down the length of her hole, then
slammed forward, hammering her into the wall and stabbing his cock-
stick, balls deep within her.
"Oooohhhh Godddddd!" she moaned.
His heavy frame slammed into her again and again, throwing her
back against the hard wood of the wall as his fuck-rod pumped up
and down in her cunny. Her left leg was high around his waist now
and as his hands pulled on her ass cheeks, she lifted her right,
encircling him and hanging on tightly with her hands.
He ground himself into her crotch, twisting his prick inside
her fuck-tunnel. His hands lifted her up and down on his dick as
she began to hump back frenziedly. She ground herself up and down
in time to his short thrusts, whining and mewling against his ear
as she felt his prong sliding back and forth inside her.
She rode him furiously, all her muscles straining as she
humped up and down against him.
"Fuck! Fuckkkkk!" he groaned. He twisted around and staggered
across to a large wide crate, then fell forward on top of her. His
weight came crushing down on Stacie, knocking her legs loose as his
cock thumped down into the base of her fuck hole.
He grabbed her legs, his huge hands easily encircling the
smooth limbs, and shoved them far back against her chest, pinning
her ankles next to her head, pressing hard into her ears as she
grunted with the strain imposed on her thigh muscles.
Jack rammed his cock into her like a jack-hammer, pounding
down with a terrible force that set the entire crate bouncing and
shuddering with each powerful thrust. Stacie gasped and grunted
like a stuck pig, her moans and warbling cries almost overwhelmed
by the creaking and thumping of the crate.
Her crotch was wide open for him and he was able to drive the
entire length of his shaft deep into her belly with each thrusting
stroke. Her head fell back, her eyes dazed and senseless, her mouth
gaping open as her body pulsed and throbbed with a whirling sexual
tornado that sprang from between her legs.
Her crotch was a fiery hot volcano of fuck energy that sent
terrible jolts of electrical wildfire searing through her system.
She mewled weakly, her body in pain from his awesome, almost brutal
strokes, his entire weight crashing down into her, threatening to
break her spine as he speared his angry red prong into her guts.
She came, her eyes blinded by twinkling lights as her system
overloaded and her cunt spasmed and exploded. Her thinking
processes ceased to exist, blotted out completely by her body's
shrieking eruption of powerful sexual energy.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" she gasped, her
eyes closed tightly as she bit her tongue, straining under
incredible pressure as her entire body shuddered under wave after
wave of powerful high tension sexual release.
Heat flared out of her cunt, burning into his cock as he
hammered his hips down into her taught buttocks, crashing against
her again and again, the sound rising above her gasping moans, a
dull thumping of bone on bone and a high slapping sound of flesh on
flesh.
On and on he fucked, brawny arms supporting him, hands locked
around her ankles, muscular frame smashing down into the soft
yielding surface of her female flesh.
Battered and bruised, her orgasm only barely let up before another
began, her body charged with sexual power, skin electrified and
crackling with heat.
"Uuunnggghhhhh Godddddddddd!" she gasped.
"Ohhhhh Pleeeeaasseee!... Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!
UngggggggggGGAAAAAAAAA UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!"
Her body shook spastically as she went into convulsions, her
head thrashing maniacally against her ankles, her hands slapping
lifelessly up and down against the wood at her sides. Her cunt
sprayed hot boiling fuck juices down on his cock as it pistoned
deep within her, pulping her organs, churning her guts into liquid
jelly.
His balls threatened to break open with the force of their
slapping impact against her ass cheeks as his steel hard cock
pierced her body repeatedly, his round nosed cockhead crushing into
her cervix with bruising force. He felt her spastic cunt gripping
and sucking on his dick, and fought to tear it free just to slam it
back into her.
Stacie lost all grasp of time and space, becoming little more
than one giant sensory organ, receiving immense sexual signals form
her glistening pink cunt opening and her bulging, swollen tit
mounds. She gurgled like a demented lunatic, then screamed like a
psychotic, her body convulsing repeatedly under the awesome attack
of burning sexual fire.
Jack rodded down into her, his hard purple-red meat staff
leaking cum as he rode her mercilessly. His lips pulled back in a
joyful grimace of pleasure as his tool impaled the shaking girl,
sinking balls deep inside her gaping cunt tube.
He pulled back, raising his ass high, his cockhead coming out
of her with a low pitched sucking noise. Then he dropped his weight
down, his cockhead piercing her wet, glistening cuntlips and
stabbing deep into her belly. She gave a high pitched gasp and
cried out, then he pulled free once more.
He rubbed his gleaming cockhead through her fluffy cunt hair,
then poised it at her entrance and once more, drove it hilt-deep
inside her, again making her cry out, a high pitched sound of
stunned amazement and shocked gratification.
He repeatedly tore his cock loose from her overheated body,
only to thrust it down into her again, stabbing her like a deranged
madman. Stacie's pussy lips were pried and pierced repeatedly by
his shining cock-tool. Each new penetration sending a bolt of
wildfire sexual power sizzling along her spine and up into her
brain.
Her silky, sodden cunt box was pounded and pumped and grinded
down by his hairy, knobby staff. She cried out again, her body
raised once more to awesome heights. He drove his dick into her and
began his high pitched, jack-hammering once more, setting her off
like a crackling string of fire-crackers.
Her gulps and grunts turned into a long terrible scream of
pure dementia, her guts roiling and turning and shifting inside her
as a sexual climax burned it's way into the deepest pit of her
belly, consuming everything it touched.
Then Jack felt his load shifting at last, felt the long
suppressed cum pressure build up beyond his limits to control it.
He grit his teeth but it was no use and his body finally flared and
exploded. His cock fire-hosed sperm into her belly, sending the
bubbling white stream gushing down into her as he groaned and came.
His cock burned and rippled with bliss, long waves of ecstasy
shooting into his belly as he poured jism into the girl's blonde
cunt. It backed up within her and sprayed out the sides of his
still pistoning rod, coating her entire crotch with it's salty
white stickiness.
"Oohhhh FUUuuuucckkkkhhhh!" he groaned, finally letting
himself slump down on her. He released her ankles, which were still
crushed back by his chest, but they slowly slid apart until they
fell onto the crate with a thump and she grunted with sudden pain
as the pressure on her thigh muscles was released.
"Still a good fuck, Stace, baby." he gasped.
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