Chapter 01
Kara Lofts stood in the cargo bay of the screaming plane, wind whipping through the open door and tossing her hair around as she held on with all her might to a cargo strap with one hand, clutching the small, golden idol of Taxlcoatl in her other. Both the plane's engines belched smoke and flame, the propellers struggling to keep it aloft, barking out coughs of oil, stuttering ever closer to complete failure.
"Jennifer! Please, we can all get out if we jump now!" she yelled at the woman stood opposite her.
Jennifer Raven clutched her hostage closer to her body, the man too terrified to appreciate the raw sexuality he was pressed against. His hands were tied behind his back beneath the only parachute on the plane. In her other hand, Jennifer aimed a pistol at Kara.
"Throw the idol over here, Kara," she shouted over the noise of the engines and the wind. "And I'll give you the pilot."
She smiled, her black hair framing her gorgeous features that would have been perfect if not for the mad glint in her emerald coloured eyes.
"Please, Jennifer," Kara pleaded. "It doesn't have to end like this." Her all-in-one rubber and Kevlar body suit clung to her every curve except where cuts and gouges, evidence of the battle with Jennifer, exposed her pale, succulent flesh.
"The idol, Kara," Jennifer said, both of them hearing one of the engines finally splutter to a standstill. The plane lurched to one side, its angle of descent suddenly becoming steeper. "The idol or we all die."
Kara thought for a moment before tossing the small idol across to her. As it flew through the air, Jennifer pushed the pilot over to her, catching the golden statuette of Taxlcoatl in her free hand, the pistol still aimed at Kara.
"Say hello to your father for me," Jennifer said with a laugh as Kara grabbed the pilot and the pair of them jumped out of the door.
As they fell, Kara frantically wrapped her arm through the parachute's straps, securing herself as much as possible, wrapping her strong legs around the man's waist. With her free hand she pulled the chute's cord, the pair of them jerking to an almost full stop as the silk deployed above them. Together, they turned and watched the plane plummet to the jungle below, both engines stopped. There was a flash of flame followed by a huge eruption of smoke and fire as it smashed into the trees and rock below.
Kara closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face.
Kara sat at her desk in her mansion's library, tapping through documents on her computer, scanning emails and reports she had been sent before slumping back in her chair, rubbing at her eyes.
"Still nothing, I take it?"
She looked up and smiled at her father as he walked into the room. "No, nothing. My contacts in the Venezuelan government have searched everywhere but with no luck. They found the plane wreckage and all the other cargo, but no sign of Jennifer or the idol. It's been a month now and they're calling the search off."
Kara's father sat in the large armchair opposite her desk and smiled sadly at his daughter.
"I'm sorry, Kara. I know what Jennifer meant to you,"
Kara and Jennifer had met in University where they had both studied ancient cultures, mythology and archaeology. They had quickly become inseparable friends and then, to Kara's surprise, lovers as well. She had never been attracted to women before but found the tall, busty brunette impossible to resist and had willingly been taught the joy of sex with another woman. Sensing a kindred spirit, Jennifer had shown Kara more than just lesbianism, involving her in all-girl orgies as well as with multiple male partners. When Kara had introduced her to her father, Sir Arthur Lofts, she hadn't been that surprised to discover them fucking in the conservatory mere hours later.
There was no jealousy or sense of betrayal - - this was part of their relationship. Jennifer was addicted to sex and Kara had eagerly joined in. When Kara had found him and Jennifer in the conservatory, his daughter's girlfriend on her hands and knees as he fucked her from behind, he had been both shocked and overjoyed to see her sit before Jennifer, legs spread, skirt around her waist, thong pulled to one side. Father and daughter had double teamed her, he fucking her pussy, she offering her juicy twat to her until they had all cum.
Kara had begged to suck his cock, to eat his cum from the source, but Sir Arthur had managed to refuse, claiming physical contact between them should never happen. He was happy to watch Kara eat his warm jizz from Jennifer's overflowing cunt, the two women moving into a sixty-nine. That had been the first of many trysts between them, sometimes involving others as well as Jennifer, but Sir Arthur had always refused to have sex with his daughter.
A year or so later, Jennifer had introduced Kara to Dexter Ward, another student at the University and the dynamic of their group had shifted a little. Dex and Kara had quite clearly fallen in love. They were happy to share each other with Jennifer and her many partners but it soon became evident that they were meant to be together and, for the first time, Kara thought Jennifer felt jealous.
With their studies finished, they decided to become acquirers of ancient artefacts - - treasure hunters in all but name - - but while Kara and Dex wanted to do it for museums, Jennifer was in it for the money. A huge, inevitable row tore their group asunder and ever since they had found themselves at odds against each other. Their latest battle had culminated in the hunt for the idol of Taxlcoatl, one of five golden statues needed, so legend said, to bring about the end of the world.
While the world hadn't ended, Jennifer's life apparently had.
"I like your new hair colour, by the way," Sir Arthur said, bringing Kara out of her maudlin reverie.
"Thanks," she said, running her hand through her new red locks. She had dyed it bright red - - not auburn or ginger, but a rich scarlet. She pulled it out on either side of her head and down on to her expansive bust, pushing her T-shirt down and tucking both fistfuls into her deep cleavage and winking at her father. "Oh no," she said in mock desperation. "My hair's stuck between my big, round titties. If only there were someone brave enough to get it out."
Sir Arthur laughed. "Now you know that's not going to be me, daughter,"
They were interrupted by the study door opening and Kara's maid, Sophie, tottering in on her high heels. Kara smiled at her outfit - - despite normally wearing a plain white shirt and black trousers, Sophie had changed into the stereotypical French maid's outfit of black fishnet stockings, a tiny mini skirt and a square cut top that left a huge amount of her big tits on display. She even had a small white cap perched on her piled up blonde hair.
"A letter for you, ma'am," she said, placing the silver tray she carried on Kara's desk, bending at the waist to do so, given Sir Arthur a perfect view up her skirt.
"A letter? Who the hell writes letters these days?" Kara said, picking up the battered, dirty envelope covered in postage stamps and franking marks. Sophie turned and walked over to Sir Arthur.
"Is there anything I can help you with, sir?" she asked.
Kara slid her thumb under the envelope's flap and tore it open, pulling out a crumpled sheet of paper covered in hastily scrawled handwriting.
"Oh my God," she whispered. "It's from Dex - - and it's dated two months ago,"
My Dear Kara
By the time you get this, I hope I'm still alive. A dramatic start to a letter, I know, but I'm only speaking the truth.
I've found the temple of Quetlana at last (co-ordinates at the bottom of the letter) and from what the villagers say, the golden idol's still inside and still worshipped by the strange tribe that lives in and around the temple so they're not going to want to give it up, that much seems certain.
I'm going to try and get it and then get out to civilisation as quick as I can. One of my retinue has agreed to get this letter to the nearest town and in the post to you - - there's no cell or satellite reception in this part of the Amazon. I think I can get in, get the idol, get out and get a message to you before this letter reaches you. If so, obviously we'll have spoken and there's nothing to worry about.
If not - - God, I don't want to write this - - but if not, then at the least I've been captured and am being held prisoner, at the worst I've been sacrificed to Quetlana.
Not how I wanted to say goodbye, my love, but if you're reading this without hearing from me, come to the location below if only to take my bones back home.
I love you with all my heart.
Dex
"Oh my God," Kara said quietly. She read it again, tears forming in her eyes before she looked up at her father.
Sophie knelt at his side, her big tits crushed against his thigh, his huge cock held upright in her hand as she bobbed her mouth up and down its length, slurping her tongue along the hard meat. Sir Arthur sat back, his eyes closed, a hand on top of Sophie's head, gently clutching her hair, guiding her mouth deeper and deeper down his shaft. He grinned as she coughed and gagged, spit blowing out in bubbles around her red lips, but never once did she try to back off. She worked her throat, swallowing his big fuck stick until she had him down to his balls in her mouth.
"Oh, Sophie - - fuck, you're so good at that," Sir Arthur sighed as the maid finally came back up for air before once more sliding his entire length down her throat, letting him thrust into her mouth time and again. He opened his eyes and winked at his daughter before noticing her expression and gently pulling Sophie from his prick.
"Kara? Are you alright?" he asked.
"Much as I'd love to watch you fuck Sophie again, father," Kara said, holding up the letter. "It looks like Dex is in trouble and I have to leave."
Kara stood up, flicking her bright red hair back over her shoulders, her huge tits jiggling beneath her tight T-shirt, her low slung hipster leggings allowing her thong's waist line to peep out of the top. She headed for the door, looking over her should just before she left.
"Make sure you look after my father while I'm gone, Sophie," she said.
"Mmmff gglllmmmppfflll ackkkklll," The maid's words were garbled as she plunged her mouth back over Sir Arthur's mighty cock, the big knob slipping back into her throat.
"We're almost at the drop zone," the pilot yelled over his shoulder. Kara nodded, automatically checking the straps of her parachute, all too aware of the last time she'd been about to jump from a plane. Now, though, it was a rescue mission. It had taken her a couple of days to get down to South America and then a few more to get as close as she could to Dex's coordinates and still be able to find a pilot willing to fly her into the jungle.
"Please be okay, Dex," she said to herself.
"Nearly there," the pilot said, looking at his passenger. She wore goggles and gloves, hiking boots, thick leather trousers that clung to her perfect legs and ass, a black T-shirt beneath a thick leather jacket that had to have been custom made to fit round her huge tits, and her backpack was strapped to her front. He rubbed his crotch, wishing he'd had the balls to make her part of the price for the trip. The two pistols strapped to her thighs had made him think twice about that. "Three - - two - - one!" he shouted and Kara leapt from the plane.
Her bright red hair, tied into a long braid, streamed behind her as she plummeted through the low clouds, her chute deploying once she hit the optimum height. She scanned the treetops below for the best landing place - - not that she had many choices - - and steered herself over to what looked to be a clearing.
Landing wasn't as easy as she hoped but it wasn't as bad as she feared either. With her chute stowed, Kara took a moment to get her bearings, swearing when she realised her sat-nav was useless: Dex had been right when he said satellites didn't work in this area. Taking her compact machete, a map and compass from her pack (which she slung on to her back in place of the parachute) Kara found her bearings and headed off in the direction of Dex's coordinates.
Hours later she paused, pushing aside the last of the thick vegetation that grew around her, and stared in wonder. She was at the top of a short embankment, hidden from the clearing below by the mass of greenery. In front of her, in the middle of a large cleared area, was a stepped pyramid, each side gleaming white as though freshly cleaned. The thing was huge, much bigger than any comparative building she'd seen in this part of the world and looked almost new, something that made no sense at all.
Around the pyramid, figures lurched. At first glance they looked like people but on closer inspection, their skin was waxy and was closer to green than the dark brown of the indigenous tribes. Their faces held no real expression and though they were all naked, none of them appeared to have either male or female characteristics: no genitals, no breasts.
Kara looked at her watch, swearing as the display flickered and changed randomly. Satellites and cell phones weren't the only thing affected here. She judged the time by the sun, instead, and decided to wait until dark before exploring the clearing in the hopes of finding either Dex or a way into the pyramid.
She settled herself down behind a tree, hidden from the figures in the clearing, and prepared to wait. Barely a minute later, she noticed a red-tinged mist rising from the ground around her, swirling under and over her body. Breathing it in, she felt her whole body flush with heat, becoming aroused quicker than she ever had before, the mist acting like some sort of drug. While light and almost completely transparent, Kara could swear she felt the mist deliberately squeezing and kneading her flesh, and gasped as she saw the indentations of fingers gently prising her leather clad legs apart.
"What the fuck?" she whispered as she watched the zipper of her jacket peel down, the sides falling apart. Her rational brain told her to get up and run but, against her will, her body seemed to be reacting to the mist. She shuddered with pleasure as she felt the unmistakeable sensation of hands groping at her huge, T-shirt covered tits while more hands stroked and pushed gently at her pussy through her trousers.
Her T-shirt was pushed up and the big cups of her sensible if not very sexy sports bra were pulled down, revealing her big orbs to the horny mist. Instantly Kara felt something very like mouths latch on to both of her stiff nipples, an invisible tongue swirling around one hard bud while equally impossible teeth softly bit at her other.
"Oh fuck yes," she whispered, arching her back and pushing her sensitive breasts up and towards her invisible lovers. She spread her legs wide and ground her crotch against the hands she could feel there, wishing they'd rip her trousers off and fuck her.
Hands took hold of her head and turned her face to one side. While she couldn't see anything, she could very definitely feel a big, thick prick rubbing against her full lips, nudging at the entrance to her mouth. Without a second thought, she opened her mouth, her tongue swirling around the big, invisible length that slid inside and began slowly fucking her mouth. Two more pricks, as hard but invisible as the first, were placed in her hands, letting her jerk them off. Another cock was slapped between her huge tits, more misty hands pushing her mounds together, allowing the rigid log to move back and fore. Bizarrely the mouths on her nipples didn't move; there didn't seem to be many creatures around her, just one with many, many parts.
Kara's pussy ached to be filled and she thrust her crotch up at the invisible lover that surrounded her who finally took the hint. First her belt snapped open, then the metal stud on her waist band before her zip was pulled down. Hands grasped the top of her leather trousers and slowly pulled them down, wiggling them over her luscious hips, exposing the tiny black g-string she wore beneath.
"That's enough," said a woman's voice from nowhere just as the hands brought her trousers to the tops of her holsters.
Kara looked around, taking the invisible cock from her mouth, but could see no-one, just the lust inducing mist.
"Who's there?" she asked, subconsciously grinding her hips against the hands that still held her, desperate for something to be slid into her pussy. She glanced down to see her big mounds still pushed together, a tube running between them as the invisible prick continued tit-fucking her.
"Bring her to me," the woman's voice said.
The plants at her sides parted and four of the strange, green-skinned creatures she had seen wandering around the pyramid stepped forward just as the big dicks of the mist creature dissipated and vanished. Kara reached for her pistols, managing to draw them both before the green-skinned beings - - neither men nor women - - took hold of her, one of each of her limbs.
"Get off me, you bastards!" Kara snarled, firing both pistols at her captors. Bullets tore through them but the things didn't even flinch, the waxy skin reforming around the bullet holes almost instantly, their expressionless faces not even registering the impacts.
She struggled in their tight grip, her trousers bunched around the top of her thighs, her big tits still exposed and jiggling as she writhed. The four villagers simply held on to her even tighter and carried her through the foliage and down the short embankment towards the pyramid.
Realising there was no escape and guessing that there was no-one here to help her, Kara conserved her energy and stopped struggling, the four creatures easing up on their grip slightly as she relaxed. She watched as they carried her around to the other side of the pyramid, noting the massive numbers of the green-skinned creatures that were stationed on this side. Each one carried something - - a box, a scroll, a golden ornament - - into the pyramid through a large doorway. Kara wasn't entirely surprised when her captors carried her into that doorway and the torch-lit corridor beyond.
They carried her for a while until Kara's neck began to hurt from trying to keep her head up, her scarlet braid dragging on the dusty stone floor. Eventually they brought her into a large chamber that was lit with multiple torches, the flames burning bright, illuminating the massive amounts of treasure that was heaped around the place. As she was placed upright on the floor, Kara looked around, noticing two things almost simultaneously.
In front of her was a small dais, at the top of which sat a large throne. On the throne was one of the most beautiful women Kara had ever seen: with a Latina look, she wore a diaphanous gown decorated with gold and feathers, the skimpy material hiding barely an inch of her gorgeous body, her huge, round tits sitting high on her chest, dark nipples poking at the material. The dress was cinched tight around her tiny waist which flared into a full pair of hips. Her dark hair tumbled to her waist from beneath a crown of gold and she smiled at Kara with full, ruby lips.
At the foot of the dais, kneeling up in a metal cage, was Dex, Kara's lover. His clothes, just a pair of shorts and a shirt, were ragged and his normally shaved head was covered with a fuzzy crop of blonde hair.
"Kara!"
"Dex!" Kara tried to rush over to him but the four creatures still held her arms, preventing her from moving. Instead, she glared at the woman on the throne. "Let him go, you bitch!"
"How touching," the woman said, Kara recognising her voice from the clearing where she'd almost been fucked by the mist. "You obviously care for him deeply. What would you do to secure his release?" the woman asked, leaning forward, her huge tits drawing Kara's gaze despite herself.
"Anything," Kara said without hesitation.
"Kara, don't!" Dex cried. "She thinks she's Quetlana! She'll trick you!"
The woman, Quetlana, looked from one to the other. "Would I be right in thinking you came to get this?" she asked, reaching down beside her throne and producing a small, golden idol, almost identical to the one Kara had lost to Jennifer weeks before. The only difference was the ancient inscription on the base, proclaiming it to be the idol of Coatltainu, another of the five idols needed to bring about the end of the world according to myth.
"I came here to free my lover," Kara said, standing proud before the woman despite her trousers being pulled down and her tits on display. "I don't give a damn about the idol, the treasure, the pyramid or whatever the hell these things are," she said, nodding at the green-skinned creatures that held her. "I just want him free."
"What would you be willing to do to free him?" Quetlana asked.
"Anything," Kara said again.
The gorgeous woman smiled. "I interrupted you and the spirit of the trees," she said. "You must still be terribly horny; the effect of the mist lasts quite some time." She smiled, licking the side of the idol of Coatltainu. "The creatures holding you are a creation of mine, the Quetari, able to be moulded into whatever form I need them to be. Have sex with them now, and once finished, you and your lover will be free."
"How can I have sex with them?" Kara asked as all of the Quetari pushed her down on to her knees and surrounded her. "They don't have any - - " She stopped talking as the smooth, pale green groins of the creatures expanded, large phalluses forming in front of her. There were no veins or ridges, just thick tubes of waxy flesh hanging around her, each one a good eight inches long. The Quetari in front of her hefted his large prick and offered it to her, waving the bulbous head just in front of her lips.
Perhaps it was the after-effect of the mist, perhaps her desire to free Dex, perhaps it was just because she could rarely refuse a big cock or a combination of all these things. Whatever it was, Kara eagerly leaned forward and took the offered length between her lips, sucking and slurping at it, feeling it harden in her mouth. Though it looked wax-like, she found it felt like nothing more than a normal, if very smooth, dick and murmured in delight as the Quetari pushed more of its lengthening cock deep into her mouth.
To her left and right, the green-skinned creatures took her jacket and pulled it off, quickly followed by her T-shirt and bra. Of her own accord, Kara reached up and grasped their thick tubes of flesh in her hands, feeling them grow hard and long in seconds as she stroked them. Behind her, she felt the last of the creatures kneel down and push her trousers, complete with her pistols in their holsters, down to her knees before simply snapping her G-string and tossing it aside. Kara felt this last Quetari move close up against her firm butt, its big prick literally snaking down the cleft of her ass, finding its own way to her sopping pussy lips before nudging inside.
"Mmmm - - god that's good," she breathed, taking the cock from her mouth for a second. The first Quetari took her head and pushed it back on to his huge member, making her gag momentarily as it fucked her mouth again. She jerked on the two pricks in her hands while the last creature behind her held her hips, sliding his prehensile cock deep into her juicy cunt over and over again. The two at her sides reached down, each one groping at her huge tit mounds, pinching her short, hard nipples.
Kara gagged and coughed on the big prick of the Quetari fucking her mouth, thick lines of spit running down its length and dribbling from her chin before she was able to pull her head back and take a deep breath. She spat on the cock and plunged her mouth over the swollen knob, taking it right back into her throat.
"It appears your lover likes this," Quetlana said to Dex, both of them watching Kara's enthusiastic participation.
"Of course she does," Dex said with a grin. "I've never known anyone who fucks like her."
The Quetari behind Kara pulled her back, forcing her to let go of the cocks in her hands and the one in her mouth. It laid back, its constantly moving fuck meat never pausing, and Kara went with it, ending up with her back laid on its chest. The two creatures at her side grasped her trousers and pulled them off, taking her boots with them, finally leaving her naked, her legs splayed wide. She rode the one still fucking her for a few minutes, pushing her cunt along its length as it wormed deep inside her.
The one on her left moved up to her head, holding her hair as its cock slipped between her lips, Kara blowing it as she had the first one. The Quetari on the right straddled her chest, gripping her huge jugs and wrapping them around its prick, tit-fucking her big mounds. The first one stepped between her legs and took hold of her thighs, spreading them as wide as possible. Its cock proving to be as flexible and prehensile as that of its partners, the long length slid between Kara and the one fucking her, probing at her tight asshole before pushing gently inside.
"Oh fucking hell! Fuck yes!" Kara cried out as she felt two cocks sliding inside her, one in her pussy, the other up her ass. "Fuck me you bastards! Fuck me!" she shouted as the two Quetari between her legs did just that, stuffing their pricks into both her holes as deep as they could with each thrust. Kara groaned as the two huge fuck sticks writhed inside her, separated by only a thin membrane, her pussy and ass contracting in pleasure around both of them.
"Oh fuck - - cumming!" she groaned before the Quetari at her side slid his prick back into her mouth, muffling her groans as her body shook, her orgasm rushing through her, centred around the big cocks in her cunt and asshole. Astride her chest, the green-skinned creature still slid his thick length between her big tits, the head of his prick bumping into the underside of her chin every now and then.
Between her legs, the two Quetari speeded up, their pricks sliding in and out of her pussy and asshole even faster and in her dazed state, Kara could swear she felt them thicken slightly. With a barely audible groan, the first sign of any reaction from them, the pair of creatures shoved their cocks as deep as they could and unloaded a huge amount of spunk inside her. There were no separate spurts, however, just a constant stream of jism that poured from the heads of both pricks into her cunt and asshole, quickly filling her up, and running out around their lengths.
A second later, the cock in her mouth thickened and, knowing what was about to happen, Kara quickly pulled it free of her lips. The Quetari shook as a viscous stream of spunk poured from the end of its prick, splashing over Kara's face, the warm, sticky fluid laying in a thick pool over her gorgeous features. Almost instantly it was joined by a second stream, this one from the Quetari fucking her tits who lifted its thick length from between her melons and pointed it at her face. Kara opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, both creatures directing their cum streams to her waiting mouth, quickly filling it up no matter how fast she swallowed.
As the streams of cum finally stopped, the Quetari moved away, the pair between her legs slipping their cocks from her holes, making her moan in disappointment and pleasure at the friction. The one straddling her chest stepped off and the one at her head moved aside, Kara vainly trying to suck its cock back into her mouth.
Kara's face was a mess of spunk and as she sat up, much of it slid off and on to her huge tits. Jism leaked from her freshly fucked pussy and asshole, leaving her in a small puddle of cum. In a world of her own, caught up in the sex, Kara sat dazed, scooping up the thick jism from her tits and licking it off her fingers.
"Mmmm, you are remarkable," Quetlana said, eyeing the horny redhead in front of her. She stood and walked down to Kara, kneeling beside her. She cupped one of Kara's big tits in her hand, spreading the thick layer of cum over the heavy orb before offering her fingers to Kara, smiling as she licked them clean. "I think I shall keep you here with me, in my collection."
"But you said we could go free," Kara said quietly. She could feel herself falling under some sort of spell, the same way she had in the jungle when the mist had surrounded her. She tried to fight back but to no avail. All her will had drained away.
"I lied, my pretty one," Quetlana said. She leaned forward and kissed Kara who passionately kissed her back, the remains of the Quetari cum smearing over both their faces.