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Romancing the Stone, Part Eight 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 Eight
Stacie could not fall asleep. Even if she wanted to, she had
to stay up for Jack when he came to rescue her. A horrible thought
occurred to her, that he might not come, but she tried to put that
out of her mind. Worse than worry though, was her cunt, which was
still steaming and burning with fuck-need.
She couldn't even jerk off with her hands tied behind her. She
tried though. She pulled herself up so she was kneeling in the
corner of the hut, then tried to grind her cunt down on her heel.
She mashed and twisted her heel against her pussy mouth, mewling
and whimpering with pleasure as her heel squashed and ground
against her cuntlips.
Instead of bringing relief, it only seemed to make her need
grow. She was gasping for breath, her entire body trembling with
arousal. She crawled across to where a the Chief had left his spear
and lay on her back with it's butt between her legs.
She seized the thing between her two feet and awkwardly raised
it up and pulled it towards her cunt. She drew her legs back,
pulling the spear butt against her pussy, then slowly sliding it
inside. She whimpered with bliss as she slowly pulled the thick
wooden shaft into her boiling cunt hole.
She half lifted it off the ground as she held it tightly in
her toes and began to pump it in and out of her boiling fuck hole.
Her cries of pleasure grew greater and greater, despite her efforts
to keep quiet, and she woke the Chief.
He yawned and looked over at her, then his eyes opened wide
and he cursed violently. He jerked his foot back, drawing the rope
tight around her throat. He took the rope off his foot and stood
up, jerking the spear out of her cunt and reversing it so the blade
was pointed towards her.
She belatedly remembered that it was a crime to jerk off as
the Chief furiously raised the spear and brought it down against
her. She rolled quickly and the blade sank into the dirt. The Chief
cursed and pulled it free, turning towards her again. She crawled
out of the hut with the Chief stomping after her.
He kicked her in the side, knocking her over onto her back,
then raised the spear again. Then his eyes widened and he sank to
his knees. Jack appeared behind him, holding a knife, it's blade
shining wet with blood. The Chief dropped dead onto his face as
Jack grabbed Stacie by the arm and pulled her to her feet.
He quickly untied the rope from her neck, cut her hands free
and began to hurry away, dragging her with him. They made it clear
of the camp without an alarm being sounded and moved quickly down
a game trail. Fortunately, Stacie was still wearing her boots. The
indians hadn't bothered to remove them.
They had only been running for ten minutes when Stacie halted,
pulling back against him.
"Wait! Wait!" she gasped.
"You can't be tired already!" he snapped. "They'll be after us
at dawn!"
"I have to... have to..."
"You can rest later!"
She dropped to her knees and turned around, showing him her cunt
and ass.
"Fuck me!" she panted.
"What!?"
"Fuck me! I can't go on! You have to fuck meeee!"
"Jesus Christ!"
"Please!" she whined.
He dropped to his knees and pulled out his cock. It wasn't
hard but rubbing it back and forth between her cuntlips for a few
seconds made it bloat out and harden rapidly. He punched it into
her fuck tunnel and began to rut into her as she whimpered and
moaned and grunted in delirious pleasure.
"Harder! OH HARDER!" she cried, jamming her cunt back on his
plunging fuck wand.
He cursed and pounded his cock into her, his hand sliding down
and rubbing furiously at her clit. She yowled and moaned and shook
violently, her head bucking up and down like a horse as her body
quivered with sexual energy. She came, her entire cunt blasting out
like a volcano.
She screamed, a long, drawn out cry of wondrous pleasure. Her
body was consumed by ecstasy, sexual heat blasting through her with
terrifying force. Jack's cock was almost torn lose by her violent
orgasm and he found his cum sucked straight out of his balls as he
came with her.
The bucked and ground together for long minutes until she
finally collapsed and he fell atop her. Then they rested for a
while before Jack finally got to his feet and weakly pulled her up
after him.
"We gotta get movin'." he panted.
"I... I know." she gasped.
They moved on, Jack leading. Eventually the found a small
river and Jack led her onto a small raft he had built. They sat
down, Stacie feeling the cool water ease the burning in her cunt as
they travelled quickly downriver.
By dawn they were miles away and the Indians had no way of
tracing them. They moved into the hills along the route the King's
coffin was supposed to have taken centuries before. Stacie's fuck
lust had eased by then, though Jack had had to fuck her twice more
during the night, and she was able to check over her notes.
"Look for a mountain with three peaks." she said.
"Huh?"
"A mountain with three peaks."
"You mean like that one?" he pointed.
"That's it!"
They moved the raft to shore and got off. Now Jack had to
hurry to keep up with her as they quickly moved up the side of the
gently rising mountain. Half way up towards the center peak there
was a small cave. Stacie rushed in despite Jack's warning.
She had to stop however. This cave had no phosphorescent
lighting. It would have been unusual if it had, for it was
obviously not a natural cave. Jack came up behind, carting both of
their packs and pulled a pair of lanterns from out of his. Once
they were lit, Stacie rushed forward again.
"I can't believe it's open like this!" she cried. "We don't
even have to dig."
Sure enough the artificial cave moved smoothly downward
without any breaks or cave-ins. They emerged in a great huge
cavern. In the center of the cavern was a kind of alter. It was a
round stone with a tall carved stone pillar leaning to one side.
There was a kind of spike or spigot coming out of the top side of
the pillar. It was about a foot long and almost as thick as a
baseball bat.
As they approached the thing a great blast of steam hissed out
from the spigot thing. It hissed up like a steam hose for almost a
full minute, then abruptly stopped.
"Like old faithful." Jack mused.
"The door to the tomb is supposed to be right behind it."
They moved around the thing and found the door. It too was
open. They moved in and stopped, watching the light glitter off the
carved images and giant stone tombs and statues.
"Wow!" Jack sighed.
"Isn't this amazing?" she shook her head. "The state of
preservation is phenomenal."
"What a find!"
"I'll be famous! We'll both be famous!"
"NO. I'll be famous."
They turned around and saw a man standing behind them, holding a
gun in his hand.
"Schultz!" she gasped.
"You have certainly had an eventful trip, my dear." he
grinned. "I only wish I could have watched from a lesser distance.
However, I do appreciate what I see now."
She reddened and covered herself with her arms.
"Why were you following us?" she glared.
"Because I knew you must have been on to something for Daddy
to give you the money for this trip. I figured I'd follow along and
see."
"This is my discovery."
"I don't want the discovery you stupid girl. I grew sick of
archaeology almost from the moment we began doing that dirty work
in Egypt. Though you had considerably more pleasure at it of
course." He turned and gave Jack a grin.
"If you're not interested in the find, why are you here?"
"Idiots!" he laughed. He moved forward, carefully going around
them and over to one of the statues. He plucked a giant ruby from
it's right eye, then took another from it's left.
"Hey! You can't do that!" she cried.
"Watch me." He proceeded to strip diamonds, rubies, emeralds
and gold from the other statues, dropping them all into a sack.
"This stuff is worth millions." he snickered.
He turned just as Jack brought his own gun out and fired,
hitting him in the head and throwing him back against the wall.
Stacie screamed and Schultz ran over and hit her in the side of the
head with the gun barrel, knocking her down too.
"I've got these." he panted, his eyes maniacal. "I think
I'll take some of what everyone else in this country has gotten."
He then dropped on his knees between his spread legs and pulled his
erection out. He dropped on top of the weakly struggling woman and
pushed his cock into her fuck hole, then began to wildly rut down
into her.
"Ooohhhh Yesssss Soffftttt! Tiihgghhhht!"
He humped into her savagely, grunting and panting for breath as his
prick slammed into her pussy
"Stupid little whoooore!" he groaned. "At least you're good
for something!" he grunted, jamming his cock, balls deep into her
crotch and spraying his juice into her pink hole.
"Bastard!" she groaned.
"Think so, bitch?" he grinned. He rose, grabbed her by the
hair and dragged her after him out into the giant cavern. He pulled
her towards the alter thing and then forced her up onto the stone,
straddling the leaning pillar.
"Sit down on that, whore!"
"I... I can't!" she gasped.
"You can take a fucking log up that slutty wet hole of yours."
"But the steam... "
"Will fry you." he giggled, shoving her against it and jamming
her cunt against the hollow tube like opening. He pushed down on
her shoulders, bringing more and more pressure against her aching
cunt lips. She screamed, feeling her cunt torn open as she slowly
sank down onto the thick spigot.
The stone tube forced her cunt further open than it had ever
been, stretching and threatening to tear her elastic cunt tube open
as it slowly pushed up into her. Schultz wasn't satisfied and
didn't let up until her ass was resting on the pillar, her cheeks
split by the round stone.
The full foot of the spigot was up in her belly as she
quivered with pain and shock. Schultz then tied her wrists around
the pillar and tied another rope around her belly, locking her
against the stone pipe.
"When that steam comes shooting out again it's gonna boil you
alive from the inside out." he giggled.
"Too bad I won't be here to see it but I gotta go with all my
new found wealth. Hope you enjoy yourself." He dropped down and ran
out of the cavern then, leaving her straddling the pillar, impaled
on the stone spigot.
Already, she could feel her cunt heating up with the seeping
vapours from the mouth of the spigot. She twisted herself from side
to side, trying to pull herself up and off the tube, but the rope
around her belly kept her in place.
She was too high up the leaning pillar for her feet to even
touch the ground so she had no way of pushing herself up like that.
She brought her feet up and set them against the side of the
pillar, trying to shove herself upwards, but again the rope held
her tightly against the stone spigot.
All she was doing was twisting and jerking her cunt around the
stone tube, and sending burning fuck energy through her veins. She
whimpered and groaned, feeling the fuck need taking over her body
even though she was in deadly danger.
"NOoooooo!" she moaned, her attempts at figuring out a way out
of this overcome by the sizzling arousal blowing through her
tortured body. Her feet dropped back down, dropping her full weight
on the pillar so she was once again riding it like a horse, though
a very thin horse.
She found herself grinding herself back and forth against the
rough stone, squeezing her clit against the tube as she tried to
hump up and down on it. She knew that at any moment the steam could
come spewing out of the tube. With her body firmly covering it, the
steam would boil her, literally. It would melt her body until it
forced a way through, until she was ripped open and boiling under
it's superheated pressure.
Still, she kept grinding herself against the long fat stone
spigot rather than trying to figure a way out.
Jack stumbled from the tomb, holding his hand to his head.
"Son of a bitch!" he moaned. His head was bleeding, but it was
apparently only a flesh wound. He looked groggily at Stacie, then
stumbled towards her.
"Get off that!" he sighed, blinking in dizziness.
"C... can't." she groaned.
He fumbled with the knife and cut her wrists loose, then cut the
rope around her waist.
"I'm gonna get that fucker." he hissed, staggering across the
cavern after Schultz.
Stacie slowly eased herself upward, slowly pulling her tightly
stretched cunt up the length of the stone pipe. Her cunt spasmed
harder and harder, squeezing down and sucking on the stone spigot
as it rasped over her clit.
She gasped and fell back down, fully impaled on the thing
again. She groaned, rubbing against it. She could feel the pressure
building in the thing, could sense the rumbling coming up from the
ground. Once again, she brought her feet up onto the pillar and
began to pull herself up off the tube, groaning and straining,
gritting her teeth against the awesome pressure of her own sucking
womb as it sought to draw the stone spigot even deeper, resisting
her upward movement.
She straddled the narrow pillar, her two feet almost pressed
together beneath her as she pushed herself inch by inch up the
spigot, slowly drawing her cunt off it. Then her right foot slipped
and she fell crashing back down onto the rounded pillar. It smashed
into the base of her spine, stunning her as her cunt was stabbed,
impaled by the stone tube.
She cried out, her body shaking madly a she straddled the
pillar. Her body began to burn and burn and then she came, shaking
and quivering and rutting furiously up and down, riding the pillar
like a horse, bucking up and down with terrible force.
She bounced up and down on the round pillar, fucking herself
on the stone spigot, using it as a giant dildo as she came and came
and came. Cum drooled out of her cunt. It dripped down into the
tube, sizzling against the hot heat inside it.
She felt the rumbling growing louder and harder and knew she
had only seconds before the steam blasted out of the hollow tube,
yet still she grunted and mewled and whimpered in pleasure, sliding
her cunt up and down it's long length as she cried out in ecstasy.
Then she finally collapsed, her back bowing as she fell
backwards with gravity. Her body was still impaled by the foot long
pillar as she leaned way back on the thing, her head falling back,
her legs hanging loose and wobbling and twitching.
The steam began to puff out of the hollow tube and her cunt
burned with pain. The pain grew to terrible proportions, finally
rousing herself from her orgasmic stupor. She slowly brought her
feet together against the pillar and pried her cunt up and off the
spigot, tumbling backwards onto the floor just as the steam
exploded out of the tube in a ten foot high blast of boiling heat.
She lay sprawled on the stone floor, her eyes crossed as she
watched the steam grow higher and higher, disappearing into the
blackness far above her. Her cunt felt like it had been burned
beyond recover, the pain seeping through her.
There was the sound of gunfire in the distance, echoing down
the length of the tunnels leading to the cavern, but it was long
minutes before she could get to her feet and stand shaking, her
back propped against the stone pillar.
Jack came back into the cavern, holding Schultz's bag and
grinning.
"So who's discovery is it now?" he smiled, holding the bag in
the air and shaking it.
Weeks later dozens of men were standing around the pillar
listening to Stacie as she lectured them about King Koo Lan and his
clan, and the findings of her explorations into the tunnel complex.
Still, even as she basked in their admiration, she couldn't help
gazing over at the spigot from time to time. Each time she did, her
pussy gave a little twitch.
She was cured of the terrible fuck longings that the indians
had given her. The steam had done it no doubt. Still, she was
finding that even without it, she was a far happier person when she
had a cock inside her than she ever would have believed possible.
Jack was standing in the background behind the crowd and she
gave him a knowing smile, anticipating the fun they would have that
night. He winked in return.
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