<nametag:rook> 2015 story:003

Xera looked around her with her finger in her young wet pillow lipped mouth and then back down at the naked young man tied spread eagle to four stakes driven deep into the hard ground. The man was gagged and unconscious and the young teens large gray flashing eyes kept darting from his handsome face and body to the jungle undergrowth the ringed the small glade.

To say that Xera was obsessed with large cocks would be something of an understatement it would be more accurate to say she was addicted to them in all their meaty shapes and forms and as she now let her gaze linger on the exposed crotch of the helpless man she had literally stumbled over she quickly noted the penis, though flaccid was of the most promising size she had seen since her arrival in these strange jungle lands over a week ago. And it was certainly far beyond anything to be found back in her own world. The young teen girl lowered herself down to her knees and began to measure the slumbering man’s cock. Placing her elbow at the stout base of the penis the head of the shaft was sufficiently beyond the stretch of her long finger tips as to have her pussy gushing. The diameter was a good two hander as she grasped it and found she could just barely squeeze the circumference of the thick warm vein-y shaft inside both her hands choking hold. Of course a girl could never know until it was hard.

Xera began to stroke the shaft very slowly ‘ohing’ and ‘ahing’ as she did so her open panting mouth dropping large drops of drool to lubricate the mighty shaft. Under her expert tutelage the heavy ponderous shaft began to pleasantly lengthen and thicken and stiffen until she smiled with pride and amazement at the hard erection that she could no longer encompass with even two stretched hands. She lowered her lips to the throbbing softball sized cock head and began to French kiss the slitted mushroom head forcing her tongue harshly into the cleft and rolling it and jabbing it down deep into the hidden hole there. She sucked and bit and licked and bit some more at the cock head; sucking so hard as to leave welts/hickies on the tender underside of the shaft from cock head to the base of the shaft and causing the still unconscious man to moan behind his gag in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

Xera looked at the youths handsome face and lean muscular body as she continued to pump the lava filled soft skinned rock pillar with her diligent hands. The young girl cleared her throat and giving one last look into the dark underbrush around her before quickly swinging her long legs over his narrow waist and in a few gasping shuddering moans her sopping wet pussy had swallowed up half the imposing ivory tower leaving her flushed face and grinning like an idiot as the red hot penis slipped deeper and deeper up her meaty wet pink hole. Xera than began to pump and grind her long lean body with its round full hips and slender waist grinding rapidly in spastic lurches and speeding spirals as her huge firm jutting breasts slapped so loudly on her thin upper frame as to almost drown out her loud low moaning and sharp intakes of cursing breath.

Thus Xera spent the better part of the afternoon pleasuring herself upon the strangers cock until she had soaked the ground with her orgasm juices and spent herself so utterly that she was dazed and purring like a small kitten fat with cream lying in its empty saucer belly up with paws akimbo. And though it was truly impossible for her to ever feel utterly sated she still fell into a warm rapture glow as she with a motherly pride watched the large cock twitch and jump and empty its large nut sack again and again into her hungry pussy until the gooey nut butter had her hairy snatch glazed and glisten like a forest of pearl stars and large volumes of sperm covered the handsome youths lower body upon which she still grinded her hips hoping against all signs that he might be able to get hard just one last time?!

But he was spent utterly and with a disappointed sigh Xera dismounted the limp penis that slurped out of her and she giggled at it and gave it a light pat with her finger tips. She felt much revived after the three hour non-stop hard pounding fuck and very refreshed despite the dizziness now ringing inside her head like a fractured split church bell. She smiled and turned to leave but then returned to the young boy and pulling a knife from her thigh high boot sliced through his rope bindings and thus setting him free of his wrist and ankle bonds, but she left him gagged and sleeping and slipped away after kissing her finger tips and blowing the kiss toward him with an impish salacious grin.

Xera moved quietly through the jungle her bow and spear sliding through the vines and underbrush that encased the patches where the mighty jungle boughs swaying above allowed sunlight to filter down. Her long gossamer hair flowed like the storm clouds above around her super model face with its high cheek bones and wide flashing gray eyes and small nose and thick pillow lip mouth and small haughty chin set upon her swan like neck and slim shoulders and her rib exposed torso where her impossible enormous huge jutting round full breasts with their puffy areolas tipped in thumb thick ever hard nipples perched and swayed in perpetual motion as her full round bubble butt swayed back and forth above her tireless rolling long legs and small feet.

The young woman wore a top of silken cloth and braided straps and a bottom of the same construction that did little to cover her and what it did cover it left revealed as it was composed of a nearly transparent thinness. The jungle had already torn and soiled much of her garments as they were meant for a royal court or a brothel and not for wandering an endless jungle. She carried a bow unstrung and slipped into her quiver which hung off one round hip as well as a dagger in her thigh high slouch boots and a small parrying shield and a spear. Upon her head she wore a simple metal helmet to which she had whimsically fashioned the pelt of a leopard so that it’s head was set over the helmet with its fangs at her brow and fashioned with its lower jaw into a chin strap. The rest of the pelt fell behind her like a cape. It seemed good for keeping off some of the incessant rains that swept through the jungle for an hour or two and then would suddenly vanish leaving behind a wall of mist for the rest of the day or until the next rains or night fell which ever came first.

Xera kept her eyes darting about her as the sounds sights smells of he jungle cloyed her senses. Her clothing and weapons she had stolen from a small party of pirates who had landed a boat on a river bank and set about looking for a near by ruin. The thick verdant leaves and vines seemed full of ruins and angry natives and plants and animals that wanted nothing better to do than slap their dicks in the orifices of a young head strong girl! For over a week now Xera had been dodging pirates and natives and monsters whenever possible and choking on dick whenever not possible while looking for some ruins which the pirates also seemed interested in and the natives seemed just as interested in guarding against anyone finding them!

The dirty old perverted men who kept whisking her away to this surreal mishmash of a world had not given her much to go on this time simply telling her to find some ruins. A week later she had found about a dozen ruins but since she was still here instead of back in her cozy bed back home she could safely guess she hadn’t found the correct ruins as of yet. After getting raped by several inseminiod plants, something she didn’t much care for as the milking always left her tits sore and swollen for days afterwards, but which the old men seemed to really like as they always gave her some reward afterwards; and after this bout of tentacle sex and extreme milking she had barely escaped only to almost immediately stumble across the pirates beaching their long boat upon the shore of the river. She had guessed that the pirates must be looking for the same ruins she was supposed to find but as of yet they had not managed to lead her to them as they kept getting killed or were too busy killing the multitude of natives that lived in the various ruins that dotted the jungle!

Xera paused to catch her breath and let the beads of sweat drip off her jiggling breasts as she glared at her silent bracelet for the ten thousandth time since it had teleported her here and sighed. “The pirates must be near,” she thought to herself as they were the only ones who would have staked out the young white native boy. There were white natives and black natives and some kind of red natives as well and they did not seem to get along very well but they did seem to be setting aside their differences to deal collectively with the pirates who were blundering around their shores in long boats and firing their powder and ball pistols against their arrows and spears.

Xera frowned she could hear the low murmur of voices and she used her spear to part the tall grass before her and was pleasantly surprised to find two old friends of hers sitting on some jungle covered stone ruins arguing as they always were about how they were not lost but if they were possibly lost it was the other persons fault. Xera smiled and pushed her way into the small clearing and jiggled up to the two men who instantly hailed her and beckoned her toward them.

They were the two ever lost traveling merchants from the Blue City who could never quiet find their way back to said city and kept inexplicably ending up in the most unlikely of places where Xera would stumble over them and where they were always egger to trade her their wares. The two brothers dealt in exclusive weapons and armors manufactured by the Plus One Sword Company and the Fan Tits See Armor Company. They were twins and Xera could never tell them apart until she had yanked their pants down because one twin had a huge cock that bent in a crescent to the right and the other twin had a huge cock that bent in the opposite direction to the left. Needless to say she enjoyed trading her sexual favors with these two large penis men and they in turn seemed to enjoy trading their rare wares with her as well.

The young teen rapidly approached the two beaming brothers gushing as she bounced up to them. “Am I glad to see you two! I have crap for weapons and armor as you both can see!” She was tossing off her weapons and clothing as fast as she could so she reached the two men stark naked where she promptly dropped to her knees and yanked down both their trousers smiling at the huge erections swelling up before her! “I see you have something wonderful for me again this time!” She giggled and set to work slipping both large long cocks into her mouth at the same time. The rest of her side of the conversation which was of a considerable volume as she recounted weeks of adventures was lost to a garbled muddle consisting of ‘glum glum um glum’ repeated over and over again and the men’s response being nothing more than loud long moans and crossed eye cussing as the expert mouth and hands of Xera did their magic.

Xera smiled over her shoulder and waved at the two brothers who meekly waved back being utterly exhausted after Xera’s transactions. She was loaded down with gear now including hip pouches full of much needed food and refreshing beverages which the twins had thrown in when she had announced she was going to take both their cocks in her pussy and then ass at the same time because, “after all is it really a double penetration if the two cocks are in completely different holes?!”

Xera now had a marvelous plus one scimitar with gem encrusted scabbard, a see through pirate blouse, a new pair of knee boots, a see through pearl g-string, a girdle belt with pouches, a military style naval coat with wide cuffs all done in silver braid, a tri-corner pirate hat with a huge feather plume, a large heavy smooth bore single shot pistol with powder horn and a sack of twenty lead balls, and most importantly the information that the ruins she sought were up on Ghost Mountain about ten miles due north of here, just follow the river you can’t miss it!

She did miss it but on the second day she stumbled over a group of twenty pirates who promptly raped her until they were attacked by a river beast and she slipped away somehow managing to retain her own belongings and then following the four left a live pirates to the large jutting crag that erupted bodily out of the jungle floor called Ghost Mountain.

Well the natives called it Goat Mountain but Ghost Mountain seemed much more romantic and the pirates and Xera quietly slipping along in tow mutually and unknowingly both decided to keep calling it Ghost Mountain.

Ghost Mountain was a singular boney blue gray jutting finger of sharp volcanic rock porous and rugged that rose abruptly out of the jungle floor. It was a brief spur of jagged rock that had no path but was riddled with plenty of hand holds caused by the bubbles of its cooling down thousands of years ago. Its surface was covered in ropey strands of hardened lava and razor sharp needle thin spines rising up like the pectoral fins of a fish. About half way up the imposing edifice one could readily make out a shallow bowl shaped indentation in the largest main sail of blue gray rock where several simple block constructions had been fashioned out of the same material as the mountain and sat there morose and silent and looking gloomy and empty.

This then was the ruins of Ghost Mountain which both Xera and the pirates were seeking and which the natives seemed determined to keep them out of and away from. But despite the natives best efforts both the pirates and with Xera tagging along in hiding behind them had discovered the ruins and now it was a matter of figuring out a way up to those lofty ruins as the sides of the mountain were utterly sheer and despite the numerous hand holds the ascent looked treacherous. So much so that for two days the pirates chose not to attempt an ascent but instead fought off natives and waited for their pirate ship to arrive. The ship was enormous with hundreds of canon and it slipped up the river to moor at the foot of the Ghost Mountain lagoon sending the natives scurrying back into the jungle with a thunder of cannonades.

While the pirates dealt with angry natives Xera had not hesitated and started up the massive weathered rock so that after a three day head start she had reached the bowl with the buildings in it while the pirates were still raining shot and chain into the jungle canopy after fleeing tribesmen.

Now three days of climbing would make the pinnacle of rock seem much larger than it was and it should be noted that the plucky teen had circumvented around to the much more treacherous and sheer backside of the mountain in order to avoid being seen and possibly snipped at by the pirates or natives. It had taken the better part of sixteen hours to climb up the back side of the mountain and then another four down the crowning tip back down the front side to the great bowl half way down its front side. She had rested in sequestered nooks time and again marveling that the small caves were not rife with the expected bats and snakes or birds and so by the time Xera stood upon the bowl its self and with hands on her proud hips gazed about her three days had passed and the man-o-war in the small cove below was sending dozens of men up the easier front facing climb who would undoubtedly reach her and the ruins before nightfall. That did not give her much of an uninterrupted exploration of the bowl and its ruins so she began to hurry the best she could and fathom some purpose for the perverted old men to have sent her here?

Xera was a smart girl and in little under an hour she had already concluded that none of the buildings around her had ever been intended for habitation. What they were or had been intended for she could not yet imagine. The buildings were all short squat square or rectangular abodes made out of crude post and lintel construction out of the same rough blue gray black rock that composed the mountain side. One could still see where the large blocks and chunks of rock had been quarried. The floor of the gently sloping bowl was littered with small shallow pools of rain water that seemed to perpetually leak and drain into fissures in the rock surface and thus kept the bowl from filling up into a lofty lake.

Xera was certain that the buildings and the location had never been intended for dwelling because of the sure fact that each low squat building was of vastly varying size many being too small for a person to even stand up in or lay out stretched out upon the floor. More over each of the buildings had in its center a small concave stone placed with a glyph or magic ward carved into it. Xera guessed that the strange ruins were in fact an elaborate city for the dead. A place where at one time local tribesmen had fashioned this remote mock city so the dead would go there and leave them in peace. Of course to verify that she would have to remove one of the round stones and see if a corpse and its belongings was buried there and she had no tools to undertake such a task. Though of course the pirates would!

There was nothing for it then but find a nice hiding place and wait for the pirates to arrive. From the distant muffled shouting she guessed that wouldn’t be long. She reasoned the most likely place the pirates would head to was the largest building in the bowl. That being a truly amazing construct with a gapping door-less portal (none of the buildings had doors or windows or smoke holes in their slab roofs) that stood a magnificent twenty feet by forty feet in size and towered an almost fifteen feet in height easily dwarfing all the surrounding buildings upon the plateau. Inside this building was the expected round stone with its carved grimiores and in keeping with the size of the building it was the larges of such stones being nearly ten feet in circumference.

She was confident the pirates would head there after searching all the outlying buildings for threats and set up their camp within. Why the pirates were here was a mystery to her and her greed for treasure had her imagine some fabled riches must be lying about the place for the pirates to have sailed so far inland from their normal prowl of the oceanic trade lanes.

That there even was pirates and gun powder in this world did not really alarm Xera who was so accustomed to anarchism’s of the perverted old men that such a mish mash of items and cultures in whole or in part juxtaposed upon one another had become her norm. she had seen flying carpets and flying dirigibles in the deserts silhouetting against the full gibbon moon. And monsters in bow ties and top hats. Nothing much surprised her anymore.

Xera found a suitable place to hide and crouched down waiting for the pirates to make their laborious ascent. The sound of occasional canon fire and the pelting zing-zing-sing of lead shot told her the natives were still milling about and the creak of rope and tackle told her that the cursing muttering pirates were bringing up some significant tools with them and that had her palms itching with the thought of buried treasure.

When the pirates did arrive it was nearly dark and they quickly lit torches and scurried about the outlying buildings paying them no mind but only ascertaining they were empty of any threats as a large group of them detached themselves and made a bee line to the largest building.

Xera was a bit disappointed to find that the creaking groan of block and tackle had not ushered in a large net full of supplies but rather had been the harbinger of a young woman who had rode up the side of the mountain upon a simple captain’s chair plank harness. She waltzed amongst the surly dirty mob in an elaborate dress of refinement that could not have been any further out of place from her present location if she had indeed been wearing a space suit and glass astronaut helmet.

While the captain barked orders and his motley officers crowded around him it was obvious that the woman was in charge as she barged in prowl like some surreal beautiful figure head before the trudging group. The large building swallowed them all up and soon one could hear the unmistakable sound of pick axes and shovels feeding upon the earth.

Xera frowned; the presence of the woman complicated things for men were easily fooled and bluffed or confused but a woman meant a mind and this one by her very commanding position meant a mind in charge of several burly cutthroats!

The sound of digging went on and petered away and a horse call for rope and tackle was issued by the captain. Soon the loud hubbub in the large building died away and a few men paced around the open doorway of the building carrying their torches. Xera was puzzled by this. Why had the group not come out with their treasure soon to be her treasure?! More over why had it become so quiet in the stone building? There had been over twenty men who had entered into it and such a packed number could not remain so quiet unless they had gone to sleep? She had never known any group of men to sleep so quietly and she pursed her lips and decided she needed to venture from her hiding spot and get a look at what was going on in that silent building.

Xera was not too concerned by the small guard of men that listlessly after their long days climb kept their irregular duty. She could tell the woman had not set the watch as the men were not positioned with any strategic urgency and in fact just loosely wandered about save for the two men set at the large buildings only entrance.

It required little effort for Xera to maneuver around the drowsy men and reach the guards at the large buildings portal. Here one was set without with torch in hand and another set within with torch in hand. She could just wait for her Aphrodite gene sex pheromones to slowly overcome the two men and then jiggle up to them in her naked state and point at her pussy and wink and both men would soon wear themselves out pounding her holes, but it might draw the others in as well and she was in a hurry to see what was going on in that too quiet stone slab building. A strong sense of dread had filled her and she suddenly felt that time was of the essences.

Xera crept up to the outer guard and in one smooth blur darted out of the inky darkness from his side away from the door the large building; snatching the torch from him in one hand and pinning his other hand so he could not draw his weapon upon his hip. She had shoved a breast, almost twice the size of his head, into his face to muffle his startled cry and now with a rapid series of ‘one two’ shoulder twists used her mighty melons to smack him severely about the face so it left him dazed. She continued to press up against him until her might soft but firm breasts had smothered him into unconsciousness.

She let the unconscious man slip to the ground being careful to keep the torch now entirely in her hand steady and at the same level he had held it so as not to cause it to move about too much and arouse the curiosity of the guard within who would see the moving torch light being cast without and wonder at it.

Taking the inner guard proved even easier as she once again used her bust muffler smoother technique taught to her by the shadow knights of the forgotten king. Again she raced inside straight up to the man who was leaning against the wall half asleep and tossing her torch aside grabbed both his arms and tripping him up rolled him to the ground where she promptly forced her huge breasts into his face and kept him thus pinned until he slipped into unconsciousness. This accomplished she returned outside and pulled the other slumbering guard inside and placed both men upon the ground in such positions, one with hands behind his head and the other with the side of his face upon the back of his hand, so as to make it look as if both men had laid down and gone willingly to sleep. She furthered her illusion by stripping each man from the waist down and placing their bodies as such as to suggest they had just engaged in sexual acts with each other.

Xera had the luxury to perform such things as soon as she entered the building and raced toward the inner guard she had seen that the large single room was empty of the twenty men and the woman whom she had assumed would be sleeping upon the ground. Instead she found that the large stone in the center had been lifted up and pushed to the side and that a tripod of brace had been to one side of the gapping hole it had covered with a rope and tackle leading down into the ebony abyss.

Xera had assumed that the pirates were digging up the surface rock to uncover a burial oblique or small shallow well where bodies tied into upright squatting positions would be placed with their treasure. But she was amazed to see the cap stone had instead covered what appeared to be a large natural shaft of irregular size that meandered roughly straight downward. It was obvious that the large group of people had dropped a rope down this crack in the earth and descended down into it enmass. Which suggested they knew what was down there and had expected to find this natural well under the heavy sigil covered stone.

“A treasure vault!” Xera felt her palms begin to itch as she set about to follow the group in its descent. She collected up one of the unused unlit torches sitting in a pile as well as confiscated some flint and steel and a tinder box and from the heaps of ready supplies piled about the forced opening; she selected a sturdy lantern along with an extra tin of oil as well as some more provisions and fresh water and canteen.

With the torch hanging by a quickly threaded thong next to her magical enhanced scimitar and the lantern fastened to her belt. the young girl set down in to the well in utter darkness. She would light her torch or lantern once she reached the bottom in case there was a guard set who would see her lighted approach. The descent was perilous as the walls of the shaft were uneven and jutted out suddenly here and there and several times she had to actually climb across a ledge to reach the next point of drop. That said she guessed the zigzagging shaft was no more than a drop of seventy feet and as she had guessed as she neared the last open stretch she could see a man standing with torch in hand and no less than three lit lanterns set upon rocks around him. There were several piles of supplies near him and he seemed not only to be a watchman and beacon to the way back out but a sort of base camp for the others who had obviously gone on. If Xera had climbed down with lantern or torch light he would have seen her light easily but as it was she saw him and instead of having to make a difficult throw with her boot knife from a turning swaying tarred rope she was able to descend all the way down to the uneven wet black rock ground and approach him by stealthy surprise. Again she used her breast smoother technique and soon had the unconscious man leaning with his back against a rock snoring away with a half empty bottle of wine in one hand that she plucked full from a case and downed in a single swig to further the illusion of a man failing in his duty which she knew the woman in charge would fully accept.

The shaft had lead down into a small cavern the floor being mostly covered with rapid moving shallow water; the black stone of the walls and sides and floor being a shinny slick hard smooth rock surface that made every step seem as if one were trying to traverse an ice sheet. The small chamber seemed to be sealed except for the two very narrow knife edge openings were the water squeezed through in a gurgling roar. It was only when she had lit her own lamp having on her hip from her sword harness belt that she realized there was a large black opening about four feet off the cavern floor set in a ropey slick wall. Xera promptly pulled herself up into this opening and found it stretched back into a passage of varying size and shape it was as she inched down this slippery tunnel that she noted that the group she was surely following were blazing their trail. Upon the wall at twenty foot intervals as shoulder height someone with a sharp axe or pick was cutting two blows in the shape of a doe foot or open bottom triangle the tip of it pointing back the way they came. “Smart,” she hummed as she touched the scored cuts realizing one could follow them by touch if one’s light gave out but it also made her apprehensive. For if the group was blazing its trail then either they were uncertain where the treasure was and thus had no map or else they expected that this passage might branch off or go on for a considerable distance.

Xera was having her expectations unseated at every turn. First she had thought the ruins would simply house a treasure vault and some item there in being of some worth to the perverted old men who seemed to enjoy sending her on such blind dangerous missions. And then she had thought perhaps it was a burial vault with some item in it. And then maybe a crypt but each time the distance was doubling beyond the next horizon upon which she set the limit and each time there were no bodies or treasure or anything she had peopled with her mind. Xera ran a finger tip over the hash marks blazed into the stone wall and snarled, “I think I am beginning to prefer Goat Mountain after all.”

She wondered about the men she had left at her back; untied and who would wake in an hour or so. The two men in side the large building she had left in a compromising position. If found by their fellows it was doubtful they would wake them and if left to wake upon their own there might be some confusion as to how they ended up with a rock hard cock in their ass as her pheromones had left each man popping wood and though their penises were of a ridiculously small size it still left them to wonder who had raped who? The man posted at the bottom of the well was another matter he would surely wake and realize he had not drunk himself a sleep. He might be a bit groggy as to what had happened as her breast attacks always seemed to cloud the short term memory of those she subdued so they often could not remember being attacked only the erotic dreams that filled their minds once they slipped unconscious from her breast smothering attack.

But surely he would raise an alarm. Xera assumed she would easily overtake the large party of pirates and their woman leader but they did have a considerable head start and she had not counted upon there being anything more than a short burial chamber to contend with. The notion of a long winding system of caves was far from pleasant. Time was not on her side.

Since slamming a pickaxe into a cave wall would ring and echo for a considerable distance and since this was apparently being done at twenty foot intervals and since she could hear nothing she reasoned they were far in front of her and she could keep her lantern lit and move forward with impunity. Of course they could have already found what they were looking for and had turned around and were heading straight back toward her but Xera was not a girl to think about such things. She was clever but trusting in luck as all teen girls do who never carry condoms in their purse!

Xera pushed forward moving rapidly and letting her harness clank and her boots slap loudly upon the uneven surface of the tunnel that had her ducking and twisting with each stride. She had not gone far when she saw the unmistakable glow of lantern and torch light and she quickly doused her own lantern and moved cautiously forward being flummoxed by the lack of ringing axe blows upon the wall despite seeing the blaze still prevalent and yet the light glow suggesting that the party she was following were well within ear shot. She crept on looking for any possible nich in which she could recoil back if they were approaching her and hide as they passed and realized there were none and that she would either have to fight them in the tunnel or flee and wishing she had a spear for thrusting rather than a wide swinging scimitar for such a narrow passage when suddenly the narrow tunnel exploded outwards into a very large cavern.

A little to one side another watch man had been posted at the tunnel mouth with torch in hand and several lanterns lit upon the rocks around him. Again several supplies had been dropped here and he in fact sat upon several small kegs of water as he munched on hard tack and jerky and peered out into the great cavern before him.

With his attention thus fixed upon his front no doubt realizing the number of guards guarding any approach to his rear; Xera had ample opportunity to survey the large cavern before her before dealing with the loud smacking guard. The cavern was indeed vast. Stretching out for what would have housed several football stadiums and yet it was filled with stalagmites and stalactites in such abundance that it was like a frozen waterfall of rock. Numerous cracks and fissures none larger than a palm width perforated the cavern so icy beams of light shot down everywhere glancing and bouncing off the rock teeth and jagged claws so that one could guess at the overall depth and size but not make out any lasting details or more than general shapes in the murky shadows. One thing Xera did make out rapidly was several pinpoints of flicking torch and lantern light directly below her where the large group of pirates were laboriously winding their way through the forest of towering rock fangs. They could not have been more than a hundred yards away from her but she saw at once that it must have taken them an hour of hard climbing and searching to advance to this point. For the floor of the cavern was a broken up maze of giant stone pillars and razor sharp jutting fins of rock so that backtracking and climbing over welts and bumps of stone was inevitable. She could hear the dull sharp ring of semi-muffled axe blows as they continued to blaze the passage way they were weaving themselves through/

“I will make much better time then them by following their blazed trail and thus avoid any back tracking or dead ends. I can over take them quickly.” Xera eyed the lone man munching and munching and swilling from a wine skin. “But first this one has to be taken care of as he will be able to see me as I move amongst the rocks below.” Xera cart wheeled into a handstand directly in front of the man and then slammed her nearly naked pussy into his face muffling his surprised shout and then flipped him with a roll off the short ledge where his neck and skull cracked upon the jagged rocks below killing him instantly.

“I need an advantage here,” Xera whispered to herself and then noted that the ledge that had several safe drop off points of only a few feet in height to the cave floor below also had several tunnels or passage ways that lead back similar to the one the now dead guard had been watching and acting as beacon for. Xera reached down and removed the large salami that the man had been gnawing on just as she had attacked him and which had become wedged into her pussy as she had launched her attack and sniffed at it and then took a bite and raised an approving eye brow before slipping it into one of her belt pouches. “If I move all these supplies and these lanterns just down three more openings then the pirates will enter into the wrong passage. I will know that the right one is three openings down from it and thus by the time they work out their mistake I can have a considerable head start back!” It was a good plan and after realizing that the third passage was too shallow and did not lead far enough back she choose a forth one further down and moved all the supplies and lanterns to it thus setting her advantage should she need to let the pirates leave before she did.

With this done Xera now retraced her steps to the spot she was certain the pirates had dropped down from and lightly dropped down herself to the cavern floor. Much of the cavern floor that was not twisted into the roots of the stone forest trunks was covered in shallow icy water and this added to the discomfort of the going so that Xera was greatly relieved when she found the blazed trail markings and started quickly forward in the dimly lit passage using her lantern at intervals and cloaking it at others with its closeable shroud. You could not leave the shroud completely closed and thus mask the lanterns light for too long or the flame would gut and go out but it did let her lessen the light cast when she rounded a large rock pillar and found the way a little too direct or open to those she now closely followed.

It was only a mater of time before a slipping step sloshing loudly in water or the sudden clang of her harness or lantern against one of the rock jutting teeth would reveal her to the mumbling and noisy party she was shadowing. There fore she was greatly relieved when suddenly they stopped and their voices grew louder with obvious excitement. “Whatever it is they are looking for they have obviously found it!” Xera hissed to herself though even inching an eye around the large stone pillar she was backed up against revealed nothing to her but a dorsal fin of rock a dozen feet high from which the large party was apparently directly on the reverse side of and thus her view of both them and whatever they were admiring and jawing about was blocked and lost to her.

Xera could hear the woman giving muffled stern comands and the pirate captain echoing them to his men and the loud shuffling of feet and gear answering those comands amongst the splashing of shallow water as packs were set down and rummaged through. Xera’s palms were itching badly now. Her desire for treasure and riches was only second to her lust for big cocks! And she was certain that the pirates were within sight of some mighty treasure indeed! If only she could see it!

Xera looked around her as the sound was not abating upon the other side of the razor thin rock wall and she began to wonder if the party had not split and several of the men left behind? She quickly looked for another way through the maze which might lead her to a view of her own of the area up ahead and as quietly as possible began to wander amongst the forest trunk pillars of rock and knobs and welts and jutting of rock the sealed off most passage attempts after a few maze like turns. But she was diligent and was soon rewarded with a slanting rising prowl of rock of a half collapsed pillar upon which she could pull herself up and scramble across its surface until she found herself looking down upon the area where the men had dropped their equipment as well as beyond. Her point of observation being roughly a dozen yards to the right of where she had started her searching.

From her view point she could see that the group had indeed split into two parties. A group of about eight men were standing amongst a pile of backpacks and various axes and saddlebags or making places to sit down and rest upon piles of the same. The second group had proceeded on and had just finished crossing a deep chasm that was spanned in about four places that she could see by fallen columns of rock. Directly upon the other side of this rift in the cave floor over which water fell away in several places into absolute darkness was the stone ruins of a temple complex. The stone work was fantastic with many of the natural pillars of the cave incorporated into the design of the towering steps and stone block house buildings. The structure was old, so old that in several places the mineral deposits of the ceiling had engulfed much of the structure like melted candle wax into globs of distorted shapes and monstrous over sized mounds of distorted yellow white size. The hulks of covered manmade buildings and towers so draped in milky semi-luminous shrouds of rock lent an uneasy sickening horror to the magnificent sight as if one were looking at a cankered beauty or a flower bed covered in white fungus.

There was something malignant and cancerous and diseased about the rows upon rows of buildings stacked upon each other in a stair step fashion all crowded up against one large huge step pyramid design roughly in the center of the plateau. The small temple complex of roughly thirty smaller buildings and the one large central building surely had never been a place of habitation for all its faucets seemed to suggest a ritual use. In fact the smaller buildings all seemed to be connected to the large one and appeared more like separate entrances and exits to the larger building and the large central stair case leading up the face of the large central building stopped several times into mezzanines of what could only have been stone alters for sacrificial purpose.

Xera eyed the large pillar the pirates had crossed and the few more she could see from her perch that one could use to make the traverse but realized that it would be impossible for her to use any of them with out the men below her on this side of the abyss seeing her instantly. She eyed their swords, daggers, knives, but mostly their flint locks and smooth bore muskets and sighed. The area the men were set up in waiting was too narrow for her to fight them or draw them out into a line to her advantage. Besides the inevitable sound of combat would alert the other group who were now making their way up the wide steps of the large central building. She watched their lanterns and torches setting the rock facings to a deep glow and in many places making them almost transparent by their light as they walked bas them. No she would have to wait for the pirates to retrieve the treasure for her and that made her palms itch to no end!

Xera was not a girl known for paitints and disliked having others do things for her as they never did them right! But she pursed her lips and with a sudden thought and smirk withdrew one of her found treasures from the stash of supplies she had moved up on the ledge of the back far wall. It was a collapsing telescope and she uncoiled it and set it to her eye and watched the party of pirates as they made their somewhat cautious ascent up the sharp incline of stone stairs. She sought out the woman in the fancy dress and found her near the lead with the captain and officers and a bevy of armed guards escorting her as she pointed and issued commands to others who scurried to obey them once the captain had repeated them.

The woman was a native despite her civilized dress as Xera could tell from her features and tribal markings and Xera guessed that she was leading the pirates to some great holy treasure having turned her back on her own tribe or they turning their back on her. In either case she was the guide and held enough authority as to be the only one who was issuing original orders. Xera wondered idly if she had the captain enthralled some way. A potion or spell or perhaps just the overwhelming power of the pussy in the bed room? As the woman seemed to ignore the captain who tagged along behind her and who simply seemed a figure head barking out her orders to his own men. Xera had certainly seen enough pussy whipped men in this world and her own as to make this hypotheses a highly workable one.

There must have been something awful about the four stone alters that lined the center of the staircase at each area the stair case paused to make a small niche in the stairs themselves. For these rugged jaded cutthroats paused at the first one and unsheathed their swords and pointed them at the stone edifices and made horrified faces before reluctantly moving on up the stairs only to repeat this scene at the next alter and then after that they gave the next two a wide berth and refused to look a them. Xera could not fathom what was so alarming them all she could hazily make out through the cracked and dirty lenses of her telescope was that there was some lumps or shadowy objects upon the stone slab but could discern no details. Considering these were men who often bedecked their campsites and ships with skulls of tortured captives she felt an odd squeamish thrill of nausea go through her body more powerful no less because she had to use her imagination to wonder at what horror that had so obviously unmanned these men. The woman did not seem to blanch and she continued to harangue them on and belabor them for their pausing. But Xera noted her eyes seemed to restlessly dart and her head shot glances all around her now as if to spy out some known menace yet hidden from her senses.

Suddenly Xera was glad she was on this side of the abyss as the party disappeared one by one into the pillared porch of the heavy overhang of the pyramid flat top temple. As the shadows and dark ate up each torch and lantern she dropped her spy glass from her eye and looked down once again to the men on her side of the rift who seemed on the verge of taking naps as they stretched and yawned and sat down upon any surface that was not soaked or razor sharp. Xera scowled at the men and once again considered what chance she would have if she tried to attack them openly and then after several such musing ending in her mental pictured death or capture and rape she shook her head and peered over at the large temple building and its small cluster of buildings barnacle like appendages of smaller building access and exits. The party had not even bothered to check any of these they had made a straight climb up the steep stair to the main porch entrance of the central temple. There seemed a set goal in their minds or the mind of the woman leading them. And Xera rubbed her right palm against her white small perfect upper teeth as it continued to itch so!

“There must be some great treasure inside that temple!” Xera hissed to herself and began to work out various scenarios by which she would relive the pirates of said treasure and get it back to the two merchants she had left in the jungle ruins. It seemed whenever she found great treasure she never got it back to the Blue City before she was whisked away back to her own time and place by a teleport bracelet orgasm! It was so unfair! Of course this time the treasure was surely something to do with the old perverted men who controlled her teleports and they would need her to do something with it? That suggested her having time to perhaps spend it or parts of it or such. Almost every idea she had floundered upon her getting the treasure down the mountain side with out being shot by a pirate or speared by a native. She pouted as she waited and wondered if she should let the pirates do all the lugging for her and take it after it was back down on the jungle floor?!

“Maybe I will steal their ship?” Xera smirked. “Pirate Queen Xera… it has a nice ring to it!” Suddenly the smile fell away from her face as she heard the sounds of shots being fired and muffled screaming from within the temple. The men below her heard this as well and started to get up in some concern and un-sling their muskets and unsheathe their swords. The sounds broke off as sharply as they had started and everyone was staring tense and terse at the dark silent temple.

The men below her relaxed a little and began a muted discourse and one actually began to climb across the horizontal pillar to the other side when again the muffled shouts and blood curdling screams erupted from the temple only to again instantly die even as the echo reverberated them off the pillars of stone. The man crossing the pillar stopped uncertain and the men below her began to look at one another when they were not staring with squinting eyes at the temple porch thick with darkness.

The dim illumination from the hundreds of slants of light from the cracks in the rock wall and ceilings about them did little to illuminate the far temple front and only left a bulk of shadowy structures now that the woman and captain’s party had entered the temple and taken their lantern and torch lights with them.

Xera looked up at the rays of light and then suddenly puzzled. It had just been the fall of darkness when she had entered the large building and clambered down the well shaft? It was not possible that she had been down in this hole for more than a few hours at most. That light which she had taken to be natural outside sunlight filtering in through cracks could not be sun light at all! Nor could it be moonlight of such power as to cast such illumination here by so few rents in the wall! Xera raised her telescope to her eye to focus it on one of the nearer cracks but dropped it suddenly when she realized the men below her were anxiously moving about. She dropped her gaze to them and then followed their excited faces as they stared and pointed swords and muskets across the chasm at the temple complex. There men were running down the steps in pale faced alarm; only a few still clung to their weapons or torches or lanterns.

The man who had begun to traverse the makeshift stone bridge had made his way further along it when the men had come bursting out of the temple pell-mell and in tremulous fear. It was obvious that they were making directly at a sprint to the stone crossway and that there as no way the man upon it could let them pass easily. He shouted at them to stop and then giving up on that turned somewhat awkwardly for the pillar was of uneven footing and of varying width. He had only made it back about a third of its length when the first panic stricken man simply crashed bodily into him causing both men to plummet off the bridge screaming. The screaming went on for a long while and none heard it end for it had been drowned out by the new whelps of terror and screaming of the men who had rushed out of the temple.

There had been six of them; the fastest sprinter had just collided with the man on the bridge and sent them both careening to their deaths. The slowest of the group had just exited the temple porch shadows and come half limping down the stairs holding his arm and obviously wounded as well in the leg when something had simply grabbed him back with a sudden brutal yank denoting much brute power and he had disappeared back into the shadows with a yelp and then sudden silence. This had set the remaining men into screaming. This was not the shrill mindless trilling of women but seasoned men who were shouting at their comrades such commands and pleas that they drowned each other out in to a morass of insensible loud echoing noise.

Their comrades added to this by shouting back at the men and waving their weapons. The most common command being shouted out by the men on this side of the chasm was for the remaining me to take shelter and prepare to face what ever it was that was chasing them and they would offer covering fire. This was also interspaced by urgent commands for these men to calm down and cross the causeway in a safer manner. These were met from the shouting men by two distinct commands the first being ‘get your ass over here and help us!’ and the second being, ‘run you stupid fucks if you want to live!’

Needless to say such vocal contradictions often coming from the same mouths did nothing but confuse and alarm everyone. In fact the men on Xera’s side of the abyss gave up any pretense of communication with their panicked fellows and fell to asking themselves ‘what is it?!’ and occasionally yelled that same question back over at the fleeing men; who of the remaining men who now numbering four, where strung out over the course of the steep long staircase so that one had reached the stone pillar and having just watched his fellow mate crash into the back of the man on it sending both of them to their deaths now dropped down on all fours and began to crawl slowly across it. This angered the man behind him who seemed somewhat caught between bodily tossing the man out of his way and returning back up the steps to one of the smaller buildings and seeking a place to hide therein.

Of the other two one had fallen face first down the steep steps and got up so groggily and moved so slowly after the fall that one could only guess he had fractured a limb or two. The last man had ran at more of an angle and was heading to one of the further pillars farther along the lip avoiding the one where a bottle neck was formed between the crawling man who did seem to be almost sobbing now and the angry man who was shouting at him to get out of his way.

Xera’s gaze was torn off this tragic comic spectacle by the loud thunderous report of a musket going off below her followed by several more. Xera looked back at the temple porch were a large milky white creature had slowly emerged and then with lighting speed swooped down the steps to grab the groggy slow moving man in its talon grasp! Where upon it held up the screaming squirming man and then extended its worm mouth face down encompassing his head and then chest and then his entire body with several bone snapping liquid shudders. It had large blind eyes and it now looked about it with malicious glee as musket balls passed harmlessly though its opaque body and spattered up shards of stone.

It looked like a thing of white layered rags and as Xera watched it snatched up another of the fleeing men and brought it effortlessly back to one of the alters where it began to perform unspeakable things upon the shrieking living man. Xera had seen enough. In fact she had been the only one to make the connection to the white glowing large multiple limbed figure and the eerie spectral light pouring from the cracks in the roof and walls around them. She had raised her telescope and cringed as she saw similar white ghastly creatures begin to stir as the thing at the alter raised up those arms not busy vivisecting the man before it and began to wail. One may have thought of it as an ethereal haunted chant but to Xera it sounded like someone ringing the dinner bell! She slipped off her rock and began to run the best she could back to the exit!

Behind her the muskets kept going off as the men kept up their encouraging shouts to their comrades to hurry. To their credit not a one of them seemed to be slipping away. They stood their ground waiting for their brothers in arms or placing their faith in their weapons. But even as Xera reached the lip of the back wall overhanging ledge and pulled herself up on it she shot a backward glance that showed the air to now be an agitated snow globe full of dozens of the white slowly moving swooping creatures. “They can fly… of course they can. Why make this shit easy after all!”

Xera turned and ran to the tunnel opening three down past the fake one or four down?! Would her own trap now work to destroy her? She found the right tunnel and raced through it. It was surprisingly a short trek when one had white pale ghosts behind one and she burst into the small cave with the water rushing covered floor and directly into the man who was scratching his head and looking at the wine bottle in his hand. Xera grabbed the wine bottle finished it off in one fast pull and then smashed the empty bottle over the man’s perplexed head sending him dead to the world at her feet.

It was now that Xera realized the small wooden casks of water the man was sitting on were in fact small barrels of gun powder and she quickly piled these up at the base of the well opening reluctantly smashing several more full wine bottles over the black wood demi-casks. She then climbed up to where the ledge stuck out and forced a sideways walk of a step or two and lit a torch. She dropped the torch on to the pile below her and watched it set the pile alight. Then she climbed as fast as she could up the rope grunting and cursing her way up the remaining shaft and pulled herself rapidly over its edge. She accidentally kicked one of the slumbering men who woke with a start his penis still wedged up inside the other man’s anus but did not hesitate but ran a dead sprint out of the building and across the bowl towards where the pirates had made their ascent several hours before.

The sound of various confused and angry voices rose up in her wake to which she shouted over her shoulder, “sorry can’t stay! Big ass white moth men with multiple arms and rag wings eating people! Need to haul my sexy ass out of here! Bye!” And she thankfully saw that the captain’s chair had been left in place still supported on a wooden tripod connected to tackle and rope. With a leap and swing of her scimitar at the counter balance rope she was standing upon the wooden plank seat as the spool of rope unraveled and she was sent speeding down the cliff face until the rope ran out to its knotted end which she had slashed her sword skillfully under and she came to a jarring halt only a few dozen yards from the jungle floor. As she hopped off the swaying plank and rope harness there came a muffled explosion from above her and as she landed upon the jungle floor she felt the reassuring throbbing in her clit of the approaching mind melting orgasm of the bracelet teleport. As she knelt down and began to finger her clit to speed the orgasm along as she was in the very shadow of the looming man-o-war she looked up with rolling eyes to see the young native boy she had seen staked out and whom after pleasuring herself upon his impressive manhood had cut his bonds setting him free.

The boy smiled at her and spoke in an unhurried tone, “it was called goat mountain because that is what they used to throw down the holes to keep the monsters fed and prevent them in hunger from breaking free and terrorizing the jungle. Eventually they started soaking the goats in the sleeping juice of the inseminod plants and after a while they just stopped dragging them up there and opening the tunnels at all. Seems kind of stupid to wake them up after so long but you sealed up the network of tunnels that lead to their cavern so I don’t think they will becoming out to bother us again any time soon. thank you.”

Xera opened her mouth to respond to the smiling boy but only a long serious of explanative obscenities erupted out of her drooling mouth as she climaxed and shimmered out of being.

The boy raised an eyebrow at this and then muttered, “well maybe Ghost Mountain fits as well? How truly astonishing!”

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