Got Gal, Sara Kraft and Jungle Babe

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“The Lust Artifact”

Chapter 3

 

by General Exeter

generalexeter@msn.com

 

As you recall – Jungle Babe, Sara Kraft and Got Gal have journeyed to the Valley of Cajamarca – a wild region of the upper Amazon Basin near the Peruvian border.  After sharing a sucrose-laden interlude with a Sugar Spider, our labia-licking lovelies learned a valuable lesson from some of Nature’s more sexist botanical species.  In trying to help her embattled friends, Jungle Babe met the monstrous mutation she had come to destroy and spontaneously discovered the esoteric Whirligig Position.  Got Gal and Sara came to her rescue, inflicting her abductor with an acute case of lead poisoning, but not before their jiggling jungle friend was given a mutation of her own.  Escaping into the bush, our horny honeys discovered a new water sport and the ruined Temple of the Sun – wherefrom the curse that created the aberration had come.  The doughty double-D dolls have resolved to break into the temple and lay the curse once and for all.

 

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“Look what you’ve done to my beautiful tits!” Jungle Babe whined, rubbing her nipples with her fingertips.  They were both inflamed and tender.

“What’s important is that they’re empty,” Lady Kraft replied.  She gave her friend’s breast a hard two-handed squeeze, making the voluptuous jungle heroine yelp in pain, but no milk dribbled from the nipple.  “Check her other one, Got Gal.”

Got Gal obeyed, under Jungle Babe’s protest, and could likewise wring no milk from the depleted breast.  “They’ll probably replenish in a few hours,” the busty blonde avenger told her friend, “but they’re dry for now, at least.”

“Long enough for us to get inside,” Sara replied.

Boldly, the trio began to ascend the stairs.  The Tit-suckers started to swirl around them like falling leaves – slowly at first, but rapidly gaining momentum until the ladies were caught in a blinding yellow-green whirlwind.  The Tit-suckers seemed to be scratching at them as they crowded and buffeted about their bodies.

Holding her hands protectively in front of her face, Jungle Babe told her friends, “This is how they distract you, to get at your tits!”  She had to shout to be heard above the deafening storm of leaves.

Lady Kraft cried out then as one of the spinning leaves landed on her nipple.  Painfully, its tiny, needle-like teeth sank into her flesh.  In moments, all three women were screaming as more of the Tit-suckers attached themselves to them.

“Goddess of Got, but these little bastards hurt!” Got Gal whimpered.  Futilely, she hefted her massive breasts, each one adorned with a parasitic plant on the nipple.

“They would hurt a lot more if I still had juice in my jugs!” Jungle Babe told her.  She then added, “Just don’t pull them off, whatever you do – half your nipple will come off with it!”

The wild flurry of Tit-suckers followed the shapely women up the stairs, but otherwise did them no harm.  When they reached the ziggurat’s entrance and passed under its overhang, the storm of leaves dwindled then dissipated altogether.  Moments later, the plants pinching their tits fell away as well, leaving tiny, painful teeth-marks around their nipples.  “They like sunlight,” Jungle Babe explained, “They try to avoid the shade if they can.”

“If we had known that,” Lady Kraft growled, testing her injured breasts, “we could have entered from a different side!”

Humbly, the Jungle maiden mumbled, “Sorry.”

There was no door at the entrance, only a hole that dropped down into a narrow tunnel.  Carved into the wall above this were a shapely female figure and a strange set of runes.  Lady Kraft swept some of the obscuring vines away and tried to interpret them.

“I believe this is ancient Incan,” she said, “Very few archeologists know how to read it; the language has been dead for centuries.”  After a long study, she shook her head and said, “I think I’ve deciphered it correctly, but I still can’t make sense of it.”

“What does it say?” Got Gal asked her.

“‘Only the naughty girl will enter’.  Maybe this was the entrance for the concubines who came up to service the Temple Priests.  Or the sacrifices, maybe – but they were usually virgins, hardly ‘naughty girls’.”

“Does it mean that only one of us can go in?” Jungle Babe wondered.

“Well, we’re all pretty naughty,” the Adventuress grinned, “so I don’t know which of us it would apply to.”  Shrugging, she concluded, “All we can do is jump in and find out.”  With that, she dropped down into the hole.

The tunnel had a very low ceiling, compelling the ladies to crawl on their hands and knees as they crept forward.  After several yards, Lady Kraft suddenly felt a harsh slap across her bottom and she yelped, banging her head into the ceiling.  Giving the women behind her a wounded look, she whispered, “Not here, girlfriends – save that for later.”

“We didn’t do anything,” Got Gal told her.

The Adventuress felt another angry slap on her ass, and she gasped again.  Then one landed on Jungle Babe’s ass.  Then Got Gal’s.  Confused, they looked about for the source, but saw nothing.  The bizarre attacks continued, growing steadily more frequent, until all three were suffering thorough ass-paddlings.  “We have to get through this tunnel!” Lady Kraft yelled above the noise of their smacking cheeks, and scrambled forward.  Her friends followed, while ghostly hands continued to thrash their bottoms.

After a hundred yards, Sara came to a small portal that had no hinges or handle.  Their finely-shaped asses had become red with beating, and still the punishment continued.  Desperately, the Adventuress searched the door for some means of getting through it, but could find none.  “Bugger!” she finally cursed, wincing from the incessant discipline her lovely butt was receiving.

“Now what do we do?” Jungle Babe groaned, looking back pitifully at her tortured bottom.

Grimacing with pain, Got Gal struggled to think while her ass got paddled.  Then she remembered the words inscribed at the ziggurat’s entrance, and Sara’s translation of them.  In as steady a voice as she could manage, she called out, “I’m a naughty girl!”  Instantly, her spanking ceased!

Realizing that the buxom blonde avenger had solved the puzzle, Lady Kraft yelled out, “I’m a naughty girl!”

“I’m a naughty girl!” Jungle Babe echoed.

The tunnel fell still, and the three pained ladies sighed as one, relieved that their beating had ended.  Gingerly caressing her injured ass, Lady Kraft whispered, “That was weird.  I’m not sure we deserved that…”

In a moment, her spectral tormentor returned, punishing her rounded bottom with renewed vigor.  Quickly, the repentant Adventuress cried, “Of course I deserved it!  I’m a naughty girl – a very naughty girl!”  Once again, her spanking stopped.

Lady Kraft moaned and murmured, “Bloody…”

“Watch what you say!” Jungle Babe quickly warned her.

Pointing, Got Gal asked, “What’s that?”  On the floor in front of the portal lay a marble key.  Both she and Jungle Babe glowered darkly at their friend.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Sara snapped, “It wasn’t there before.  It must have appeared when we said we were naughty girls.”  Suffering their doubtful glares, the chesty Adventuress picked up the key and reexamined the door.  After a second frustrating search, she finally sputtered, “There’s no bloody keyhole!”

Jungle Babe inched forward and brushed the wall beside the portal.  “Here,” she said, locating a tiny recess.

Fitting the key into the hole, Lady Kraft turned it and the door swung open.  They crawled forward in single file and entered a new chamber.  The ceiling was somewhat higher than the crawlspace and sported numerous chinks in the stone, allowing sunlight to stream in.  The place was surprisingly large, with many bas-relief carvings along the walls and a huge stone door at its opposite end.  Shallow pits pocked the floor in all directions, filled with moldering bones and centuries of silt.

“I think we must be close to Atahualpa’s tomb,” Sara told her busty friends, “This looks like a guardian chamber of some sort.”

Peering into one of the pits, Jungle Babe observed, “If these are the guardians, we have little to worry about – they’ve been dead for hundreds of years.”

The brazen Adventuress tiptoed between the graves and studied the stone door.  “This is the Emperor’s burial vault, I’ll wager.  Now to find a way through it…”  Tracing the door’s intricate design with her fingertips, she noticed a small indentation near the center but couldn’t recognize its shape.

Got Gal and Jungle Babe waited patiently, massaging their stinging asses while their friend examined the granite lintel above the door.  “There’s a message here,” she announced after a time, “but I can’t quite make it out – something about ‘Captain Pleasure’, or ‘the Captain’s pleasure’.  And then there’s something about a key.”

“Captain Pleasure,” Got Gal giggled, “Sounds like a seaside whorehouse!”

Grinning, Lady Kraft added, “Or some leather-daddy’s moniker!”  Turning, she asked, “Any clue what it means…?”  Her words caught in her throat as her smile faded.  In the streams of sunlight behind them, she could see the shapes of several mummified figures rising from the graves!  “Bugger me!” she cursed.  Drawing her pistols, she fired several rounds into the closest figures, but the bullets tore through them harmlessly and struck the stone wall beyond.  “Girlfriends, I think we’re in trouble…!”

The spirits appeared to be Incan warriors – bronzed and muscular, with straight black hair and chiseled features.  They all wore turquoise neckpieces and bronze bracelets; other than these, they were completely naked.  They also sported very large, very erect penises.  They ambled toward the helpless ladies with obvious intentions.  Lady Kraft opened up on them again, but with no better effect than before.

“Hold your fire, Sara,” Got Gal said, “let’s see what a little muscle will do!”  She then flew into action kicking and punching, battering the creatures in all directions.  Still, though she could knock them aside easily, she couldn’t seem to damage them, and no sooner did one fall than it was scrabbling to its feet again.  The busty heroine’s attack brought her to the center of the chamber, where she soon found herself surrounded.

“Look out, Got Gal!” Jungle Babe shrieked as a pair of warriors seized the embattled heroine from behind.  While she flung them off, another guard lunged forward and yanked the Got Emerald from between her massive breasts.  Suddenly stripped of her power, Got Gal quickly disappeared beneath a swarm of sex-starved guards.

“No!” screamed Jungle Babe and Lady Kraft in unison, leaping to their friend’s rescue.  Knocking the creatures aside in a flurry of punches and kicks, they hauled the fallen Got Gal to her feet.

“That was close,” the dazed heroine muttered.

Lady Kraft, realizing that all three of them were surrounded, ominously replied, “It’s still close, honey.”

“Without my Emerald, we don’t stand a chance!”

With a rush, the ring of undead warriors closed on the voluptuous ladies from all sides.  The heroines fought bravely, kicking and punching with all their might, but their enemies’ numbers overwhelmed them.  Dragged to the floor, they realized what was about to happen next.  Two attackers pried Got Gal’s legs open, while a third slipped between them and sank his cock into her.  Jungle Babe’s arms and legs were pinned to the floor while two warriors penetrated her – one in her pussy, the other in her mouth.  And Lady Kraft, forced to her knees, was forced to mount one guard from above while sucking another.  Helpless, they struggled futilely against the undead gang-rape.

An hour passed, then two, and still the chamber guardians continued to fuck their sexy captives.  In an endless cycle, the creatures rotated between the victims, filling their mouths and cunts with undead semen, seemingly insatiable.  There were many more guards than the women could accommodate; those that had to wait for an orifice squeezed or bit the ladies’ tits, spanked their asses or jacked off in their hair.

As one rapist turned Got Gal onto her hands and knees to mount her from behind, the lovely heroine groaned, “I can’t take this much longer!  I’ve had seven orgasms already, and if they make me have another…!”  Just then, a warrior plunged his cock into her mouth, quieting her.

“She’s right,” Jungle Babe cried hoarsely, “I lost count after five, but I’ve already had as many climaxes as my pussy can bear!”  The jungle heroine lay on her back while one rapist fucked her and another plowed his cock back and forth between her tits.

“Steady on, girlfriends!” the anguished Adventuress replied, “There’s got to be a pattern here – we just have to figure it out!”  As the warrior in her cunt filled her with his cum, two others closed on her face simultaneously.  “My mouth is no place for a swordfight, boys!” she said, but they ignored her and thrust their organs in anyway.

Lady Kraft, struggling to think through the maddening puzzle, tried to ignore the two cocks plunging in and out of her mouth, but one was so long that it repeatedly rammed the back of her throat, causing her to choke.  It occurred to her then that something was peculiar about its owner.  When the other suddenly spurted in her mouth and withdrew, she swallowed and focused on the remaining one.  The lusty Adventuress was certain he had been in her mouth before, more than once, and realized that he was somehow the key to their escape.  But before she could work out the solution, another warrior approached her from behind, hiked up one of her thighs and stuffed her cunt full with his shaft.

The guardian fucking Lady Kraft’s mouth suddenly grabbed her ponytail and pulled her forward.  She relaxed her throat to keep from choking, and gulped his sperm as it gushed into her mouth.  Then, when he withdrew from her and moved on to Got Gal, she saw it – a little gold medallion of a jaguar on his neckpiece.  “That’s the one!” the Adventuress shouted triumphantly, “The one with the huge cock!  He’s the key to this trap – the Captain!”

Got Gal’s mouth was still full, but Jungle Babe’s was not.  “I think you’re right,” she gasped as yet another guardian climbed between her legs and penetrated her, “He’s the one I sucked off just a little while ago.  I remember him because my pussy was open, but he waited for my mouth.  He only takes blowjobs!”  The jungle heroine finished just as another warrior knelt over her and filled her mouth.

“The stone read ‘the Captain’s pleasure’,” Lady Kraft remembered, “I think I understand it now – we have to blow him the way he likes…”  The cunning Adventuress saw another warrior headed for her open mouth, and her mind raced, thinking of all the ways men liked to finish a blowjob.  She had already taken the Captain’s wad in her mouth, so she knew that wasn’t it.  Quickly, she shouted, “Got Gal, when you suck him, let him cum in your face!  That might…!”  The creature lumbering for her stuffed its thick rod in her mouth, and Lady Kraft could say no more.

The exhausted Got Gal finished sucking the warrior in her mouth, spitting his semen onto the floor as he ambled onto Jungle Babe.  The Captain, next in line, lifted the blonde avenger’s head by her hair and thrust his long shaft into her waiting mouth.  But Got Gal had heard the Adventuress’s plan, and was ready to follow through on it.  Eagerly, she sucked on the Captain’s enormous cock in the hope that it would be her last time.  Finally, when she sensed that he neared orgasm, she prepared to make her move.

Just then, the warrior fucking Got Gal doggy-style finished and pulled his tool out.  While his cum poured out of her cunt and down her thighs, she felt another guardian take his place behind her.  Expecting his cock to slide into her pussy, she was surprised to feel it push into her tight butt-hole, and she reared up in shock.  The Captain shot his wad at that very moment, squirting his cum all over the buxom heroine’s enormous tits.

Got Gal thought she saw a glimmer of deep regret in the Captain’s lifeless face, for he had inadvertently let his captives escape.  Slowly, he and his entire cohort began to wither then crumble into dust.  In mere moments, the three voluptuous ladies were alone, no longer the sexual playthings of undead guardians.

Exhausted, Lady Kraft collapsed to the floor, scarcely believing their ordeal had ended.

“Thank the Goddess!” Jungle Babe groaned, coughing out the dust that had once been cum, “I thought they were going to fuck us to death!”

Resting back on her haunches, Got Gal said, “With all the sperm they were pumping into us, I was afraid about getting pregnant and what horrible things might come crawling out of our pussies.”  Sighing with relief, she brushed away the ashy grit covering her breasts and concluded, “Looks like we don’t have to worry about that anymore.”

Gazing up admiringly at the beautiful blonde avenger, Lady Kraft asked, “How did you know to take it on the tits?”

Got Gal recalled how the clumsy warrior had poked her ass at the fortuitous moment and shrugged, “Serendipity?”  She stretched out on the floor between her shapely friends, succumbing to weariness, but sat up again with a start.  “What the hell is that?” she cried.  The voluptuous blonde heroine searched the floor under her and found the offending object – a gold medallion in the shape of a jaguar.

“The Captain was wearing that,” the sultry Adventuress told her.

“That reminds me,” Got Gal said absently, “I need to find my Emerald.”  Tiredly, she rose to her feet and staggered about the chamber looking for her missing gem.

By the time the blonde heroine returned, the glowing jewel restored to its place between her tremendous breasts, Lady Kraft had picked up the jaguar medallion and was studying it.  “I believe I know what this is for,” she murmured, “There’s an indentation in the vault door – I think this will fit it.”  Nodding, she whispered to herself, “‘In the Captain’s pleasure is found the key’ – rather obvious, once you put it together.”

“Let’s not move on just yet,” Got Gal suggested.  Nodding at the slumbering Jungle Babe, she explained, “Our girlfriend’s gone to sleep – and we could probably all use a good night’s rest.”

The shapely ladies cuddled to either side of the unconscious jungle heroine, kissed each other goodnight, and curled up to sleep.

 

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When the ladies awoke again, they felt surprisingly well-rested.  The sun was streaming through the fissures in the ceiling, hinting that they had slept the whole night through.  They were hungry of course, but Jungle Babe’s tits had replenished their stores of milk, so Got Gal and Sara enjoyed something of a breakfast and passed some of it mouth-to-mouth to their host.  They were nowhere full when they finished, but felt refreshed enough to continue their adventure.

“Now,” Lady Kraft said softly, standing in front of the vault, “let’s see what’s so valuable in here!”  She placed the Captain’s jaguar medallion in the depression and stepped back.  With a long, heavy rumble, the portal slid into the floor and disappeared.  A chill wave of stale air spilled out, making their nipples stand erect.  There also came a low scuffling noise, and the alert Adventuress instantly snapped her guns from their holsters.

Slowly, a small, decrepit man emerged from the darkness, trembling with fear.  His skin was pale yellow, his eyes were glassy and red-rimmed, and he stammered weakly in a dialect none of the sexy ladies could understand.  He seemed terrified to be on the business ends of Lady Kraft’s pistols, and eyed the curvaceous woman with a mixture of appetite and apprehension.

Slowly, Sara withdrew her weapons and slid them into her hip-holsters.  In a flash, the old man sprang forward, sinking his teeth into her tit and grabbing at her cunt.  The startled Adventuress punched him once in the stomach, and he dropped to the floor.

Jungle Babe stepped nearer her shapely friend and studied the old man.  “Is that Atahualpa?” she asked.

“No,” Lady Kraft replied knowingly, “This is the stupid thief who activated the Temple’s curse by trying to make off with the treasure.”

“He looks like he’s been in there for weeks,” Got Gal said, “or a month, even.  He must be starving.”

Giggling insanely, the decrepit man suddenly rose to his knees and thrust his face into the blonde avenger’s pussy, licking her hungrily.

“Oh, get away, you dirty little man!” the buxom heroine cried, shoving him down.

“After all that time imprisoned, you’d think he’d be hungry for food, like a normal person,” Lady Kraft snickered.  Then, nudging the man with her toe, she pointed back the way they had come and told him to leave – in Spanish and Portuguese, alternately.  The thief seemed to understand, because he began to slink away on all fours, cackling wickedly to himself.  Warily, the ladies watched him disappear through the crawlspace door.

Under her breath, Jungle Babe muttered, “Have fun in the spanking tunnel, you old pervert!”

The three buxom beauties crossed the threshold into the chamber beyond, and the stone portal instantly slammed shut behind them.

After a long silence, Got Gal observed, “We might have planned that better.”

The chamber was square and relatively small.  As with the guardian room, gaps in the ceiling allowed the sun to pour in, illuminating the place.  A stone portal stood in each wall, identical to the one they had come through.  The wall spaces between these were crowded with decorative murals depicting obscene acts.  In the center of the room, flanked by two long-dead oil lamps, rested a large gold sarcophagus on an onyx pedestal.  The figure on the lid was of a man, the penis of which jutted upward in a tremendous erection more than a foot long.  Set in a semicircle in front of the sarcophagus, three gold statues stood – naked women in various lewd positions.

Got Gal eyed the coffin’s huge gold cock and giggled, “An exaggeration, I think.”

“When you’re Emperor, the artisans do what you tell them to,” Lady Kraft observed sarcastically, “I’m sure that’s how big he thought he was!”

Jungle Babe tested the other doors and informed her friends, “We’re trapped, just like that thief.”

“Not like him,” Sara replied, “We have something he didn’t – our pussies.  And unless I miss my guess, that’s how we’re getting out of here.”  She then began to orbit the room, studying the wall murals.  “Disgusting!” she laughed, “Too bad he’s dead – from the look of things, this was a man who knew how to party!”

“Why would the Temple Priests build a tomb that only a woman could get out of?” Jungle Babe asked.

“Who knows?” the browsing Adventuress shrugged, “Maybe they thought a woman less likely to steal the Emperor’s treasure.  Maybe Atahualpa had a wife or two that wanted access to their husband’s tomb.  Or maybe they were priestesses.  But their reasons don’t matter; the penis on that casket serves a purpose – I’d stake my life on it.”  The blonde heroines let their busty friend work in silence as she studied the murals, presuming them to hold the clues they needed to escape.  “Interesting,” she said after a time, “Our cunt-hungry thief tried to nick the Emperor’s treasure and failed – that’s what triggered the curse.  So to lift it, all we have to do is succeed.”  Softly, she added, “An odd way to design a curse, but who am I to argue with ancient wisdom?”

After a studious silence, Lady Kraft finally said, “I think I’ve got it!”  Striding to the Emperor’s coffin, she felt the gold cock and shook it firmly, then examined its tip.  “There’s a hole here,” she declared triumphantly, “I knew it served a purpose!”  Casting her friends a mischievous glance, she said, “Just in case I’m wrong, I’ll go first.  Let me know if you see anything change in the room.”  The bold Adventuress then climbed the sarcophagus, straddled the erect cock and settled her cunt down onto it.  Like a rutting cat, she began plunging her hips, gliding her pussy up and down the shaft, masturbating with the figure like it was a huge gold dildo.

After several minutes, Jungle Babe quietly told her, “Nothing’s happening yet.”

“Not exactly true,” Lady Kraft panted breathlessly, grinding harder and harder on the penis, “I’m about to cum like a bitch!”  Then, her orgasm rippled through her with a loud wailing moan, and Got Gal and Jungle Babe watched their friend’s cum stream down the gold shaft.  As the sexy Adventuress slid up and down the metal cock a few more times, her climax subsiding, her back suddenly arched in spasm and she gasped.

“What happened?” Jungle Babe asked.

Lady Kraft hurriedly pulled herself from the gold erection and climbed back down to the floor.  “It shot something,” she nervously said, “Just as I finished, I felt something like a dart or needle stick inside me!”

Worriedly, Jungle Babe spread her friend’s dripping-wet cunt open, while Got Gal explored inside.  Fishing for a few seconds, she then pulled out a thin gold rod about three inches long.  It wasn’t pointed, and didn’t appear to be poisoned.

“Well, that’s a relief,” Lady Kraft sighed, “and it confirms my interpretation of these murals.  We need to get two more of these out of the Emperor’s cock.”

“How did you know what to do?” Jungle Babe wondered.

The Adventuress pointed to the wall in front of her and explained, “That gave me the idea.”  The mural depicted a woman straddling the Emperor, his member sunk deep in her pussy.  “I wasn’t expecting the gold cum-shot, but it proves that I was right.”

“So all we have to do is fuck this casket two more times?” Got Gal asked.

“Not quite.”  Lady Kraft pointed to the mural on the next wall, showing a woman giving her Emperor a blowjob.

The two blonde heroines exchanged glances.  Then “I’ll do it,” Got Gal volunteered.  Positioning herself on top of the sarcophagus, she prepared to take the huge gold cock into her mouth.

“Wait,” Lady Kraft said, “I think you have to climax when you do it.  That’s how the rod discharges.”

“Should I masturbate?”

Shaking her head, the lusty Adventuress beckoned to Jungle Babe and promised, “We’ll get you off.  You just suck him!”

Got Gal licked the enormous member and whispered, “Mm – your cum is all over it, sweetheart!”  Hungrily, she took the slick cock into her mouth and began working her mouth on it as if it were real.  As she worked, Lady Kraft opened the voluptuous blonde’s legs and slipped her hand between them, fingering her moist cunt.  Then Jungle Babe sidled beside her and did the same.  Through their combined talents, it did not take long before Got Gal was moaning in her nose and spilling moisture down her thighs.  Then, clenching her upturned ass, the lovely blonde avenger squealed as the orgasm coursed through her body and gushed from her pussy.  Sighing contentedly, she suddenly coughed and pulled away from the casket’s penis.  Turning, she reached into her throat and extracted the second gold rod.

“Good girl,” Lady Kraft congratulated her, patting the blonde heroine’s ass as she climbed down, “Just one to go.”

“That leaves me,” Jungle Babe said, “What do I have to do?”

The Adventuress nodded toward a third mural, depicting a woman sitting on the Emperor’s shaft.

“Oh, no I don’t,” the jungle heroine said flatly, shaking her head.

“Come on,” Got Gal tried to persuade her, “Take one for the team.”

“I’m not taking one in the ass for the team!” Jungle Babe refused, “Absolutely not!”  Sullen, she crossed her arms and turned away.

While she sulked, Lady Kraft leaned toward Got Gal and whispered something secret.  Then the blonde avenger returned the subterfuge with her own whisper.  Deciding, they nodded together.

Jungle Babe had no time to react when the buxom blonde heroine’s arms wrapped around her, pinning her arms to her sides.  Flying, Got Gal hefted the jungle maiden into the air, while Lady Kraft caught her flailing feet.  Jungle Babe struggled wildly, but her strength was only the natural power of her body, and no match for Got Gal’s.  Gradually, the two conspirators wrestled their feral companion over to the coffin.  While Lady Kraft held the jungle heroine’s legs apart, Got Gal maneuvered her into position over the long gold cock.

“I’m sorry, Jungle Babe,” Got Gal apologized, “but it’s your turn, and it has to be done.  We’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“Don’t you dare!” the wild jungle maiden shrieked, struggling against the women holding her, “Don’t you dare stick me on that thing!”  She whimpered as she felt the hard knob slip between her cheeks.

“Sorry, Jungle Babe,” Got Gal said again, and pulled the struggling woman down onto the Emperor’s cock.  The knob pushed painfully into Jungle Babe’s tight butt, making her scream.

“You bitches!” the sexy jungle vixen groaned, “You mean-hearted bitches!”  Helpless, she began to cry.

Got Gal, holding the impaled woman in place, tried to comfort her.  “Why are you making such a fuss?  You act like you’ve never had anything in your ass before!”

“Not willingly, I haven’t!” she whimpered.

With a dry smirk, the Adventuress shrugged, “You still haven’t.”

“Here, didn’t I tell you we’d make it up to you?” the blonde avenger cooed.  Reaching down, she petted Jungle Babe’s soft pussy and said, “Sara, come up here and make our pretty girl feel better.”

Lady Kraft climbed up the sarcophagus and settled her ass on the Emperor’s face.  Leaning forward, she kissed the jungle heroine’s cunt.  Then, at Got Gal’s encouraging caress, she began eating her.

Jungle Babe calmed and, as her whimpers turned to moans, began petting the hair of the lovely woman licking her pussy.  Got Gal cupped the jungle vixen’s enormous breasts and gave them a firm squeeze, spraying twin streams of milk onto Sara’s back.  From over Jungle Babe’s head, the blonde avenger whispered, “All better, honey?”

Jungle Babe looked up at her.  “All better,” she whispered back.  Craning her neck, she offered her tongue to her captor, who met it with her own.

After their kiss broke, Got Gal reached down again between Jungle Babe’s legs and started massaging either side of her cunt.  With this, combined with Lady Kraft’s exquisitely-talented tongue, the young jungle maiden’s orgasm built swiftly.  In a short while, her legs began twitching and cum poured in a torrent into Sara’s waiting mouth.

While she affectionately played with Lady Kraft’s ponytail, Jungle Babe’s hips suddenly bucked, and she grunted.  “I have it,” she murmured, “The last gold rod – it just shot into me.”

Got Gal helped to raise the jungle heroine off of the gold cock then carried her gently to the floor.  Jungle Babe leaned against the sarcophagus while her friends spread her cheeks and looked for the elusive object.

“Here, I’ll find it,” Lady Kraft offered.  She knelt, pressed her lips on Jungle Babe’s puckered bung-hole, and started reaming the woman with her tongue.  In a little while, she pulled the rod out of the jungle maiden’s ass with her teeth.

“So many talents,” Got Gal remarked admiringly.

Grinning, the Adventuress replied, “Well, I don’t get to practice that one as much as I’d like!”

Lady Kraft laid the three gold rods in her palm while her friends gathered around her.  Together, they studied the objects, trying to fathom how to use them.

“Three gold cum-shots,” Jungle Babe observed.  Then, pointing to the gold figures positioned before the casket, added, “Three naked girls.”

“You’re right,” the Adventuress nodded, “But how do we put them together?”  She crouched, examining the statuettes.  “I have it,” she said at last, “There are tiny holes in them, and they correspond to how we got the rods.”  With that, she inserted a gold post into each figure – one in the mouth, one in the pussy, one in the ass.

The chamber trembled, and a small platform descended slowly from the ceiling by a pair of telescoping arms, coming to rest in the space between the three gold statues.  On it rested a long dildo made of polished ivory.  Carefully, Lady Kraft lifted the artifact from its resting place, and her nipples jutted noticeably.  The platform immediately ascended, and the four doors sealing the chamber dropped away.

“What is it?” Jungle Babe wondered, mesmerized by the thing.

In a voice filled with awe, Lady Kraft told her, “It’s called the Lust of Tlazolteotl.”

“Who?”

“She was a goddess of the High Toltecs, originally,” the Adventuress said, “but her cult seeped into the later Inca and Aztec cultures.  The ancients believed she was the cause of sexual fantasies, fetishes, masturbation – basically, everything that we would call ‘perverted’.  Her followers used to kidnap women and gang-rape them, using all manner of bondage and torture.”

“What happened to them?” Got Gal asked.

“Like all factions that grow too powerful, they were forced to go underground when the other cults teamed up and persecuted them.  They almost became extinct.”

Softly, Jungle Babe continued, “But the goddess fled into the wilderness, chased out by all the city gods, and dwelled in the jungle.  And she’s remained there to this day.”

Lady Kraft glanced at her friend.  “You think Tlazolteotl and your Jungle Goddess are the same?”

“I’m certain,” Jungle Babe replied, “I know My Lady’s touch when I feel it.”

Sara gently pressed the dildo between the jungle maiden’s tits, and her nipples bristled fiercely in excitement, spitting droplets of milk.

With eyes closed in ecstasy, the panting jungle vixen murmured, “That’s her!  That’s my sweet Goddess!” and reverently kissed the tip of the artifact.

Nodding, the Adventuress turned to Got Gal, noticing that the Emerald was flashing like an excited heartbeat.  Testing, she placed the artifact between the blonde avenger’s massive breasts, making her nipples pucker and her gem flash with brilliant green light.  “And what about your Goddess?” Sara asked.

“The Goddess of Got is from another planet,” Got Gal explained, looking down at the sex toy communicating with her stone, “but it looks as if our goddesses know each other – very well!”  Breathing excitedly, the busty blonde heroine squeezed her tits around the dildo and kissed it in welcome.

“Well,” Lady Kraft concluded, glancing at Atahualpa’s casket, “it looks as if our Emperor was a devoted follower.  Else why would he keep such a thing?”

Nodding at the artifact, Got Gal asked, “What does it do?”

The horny Adventuress stroked the thing like a living cock and said, “No one knows.  Legends claim that a woman once used it to kill herself by prolonged orgasms, but that’s probably myth.”  Turning the tip downward, she touched it to her own cunt, and her body quivered with electric pleasure.  “Then again…”

Giggling, Jungle Babe suggested, “Suppose we go home and find out for ourselves what it does?”

The sexy trio hugged excitedly, and joined their tongues in a three-way kiss.  Then, hand-in-hand, they walked from the tomb and left for home.

 

*    *    *    *    *

 

Two nights later, the ladies had returned to their encampment.  First they bathed and frolicked in the river, washing away the vestiges of their harrowing adventure.  Jungle Babe also found some bulbs from the Amazon Lilac and extracted their juices to make a body splash – not only a pleasant fragrance, but a powerful aphrodisiac as well.  Then, perfumed and pretty, the voluptuous lovelies gathered in their tent for a long night.

As per Lady Kraft’s instructions, they dressed in clothing appropriate for the occasion – what she ambiguously described as ‘your sexiest’.  Jungle Babe wore her bead anklets, tiger-claw necklace and nothing else; Got Gal was naked except for her mask, heels, long white gloves, and the Got Emerald; Sara wore only a pair of very snug jade-green panties, opting at the last moment to leave her gun-belt off.

Got Gal stared at the Adventuress’s underwear for a moment.  “Are those crotchless?” she asked.

Lady Kraft spread the opening with her fingers, revealing that they were.

“Why in the world would you bring crotchless panties on a jungle expedition?”

Smiling, the Adventuress replied, “Because I knew I was coming to see Jungle Babe.”

They knelt in a tight circle facing each other, with the Lust of Tlazolteotl standing erect in the center.  After a long silence, Lady Kraft asked, “Are we all certain we want to do this?  As I said before, no one knows what this thing does.”

“Are you sure you know the ritual?” Jungle Babe asked.

“I know it in English,” Sara replied, “The original was in Old Toltec, which nobody knows.  But if the Incans used it, language shouldn’t make a difference.”

“We may be releasing an artifact of terrible power into the world,” Got Gal murmured, “it would be irresponsible for us not to find out what it can do.”

Nodding in agreement, Jungle Babe said, “Let’s do it.”

Steadying herself, the bold Adventuress said, “Then follow me – do what I do, and repeat what I say.  Join hands.”  They completed the circle, and Sara began the incantation.

“Oh, great Tlazolteotl – we beseech thee, hear us!”

“Hear us!” the blonde heroines chanted.

“Oh goddess of pain and pleasure,” Lady Kraft continued, “mistress of domination and submission, provider and withholder of orgasms – teach us obedience!”

“Teach us obedience!”

The Adventuress leaned forward and pressed her lips on the dildo.  When Got Gal and Jungle Babe did the same, she sat up again and chanted, “Teach us discipline!”

“Teach us discipline!”

The Lust began to glow, which intensified and spread to bathe the three ladies in a preternatural fire.  When they bent forward to kiss the dildo again, a current of electricity passed into their lips and pulsed through their bodies.  Lady Kraft’s nipples grew painfully stiff while a flood of moisture gathered between her legs, and she knew her friends were feeling the same.

“Teach us desire!” she continued.

“Teach us desire!”

They kissed the Lust a third time, and it seemed to come alive.  While the voluptuous ladies sat back on their heels, the dildo levitated and hovered before their eyes, spinning slowly.  A long, silvery cord of pure energy began to spool out of the artifact and snake round them, gently weaving its way around their waists, their legs, their arms, their necks.

Panting, Sara chanted, “We devote our cunts to you!”

“We devote our cunts to you!”

Eagerly, the horny Adventuress continued, “We give our bodies to you!”

“We give our bodies to you!”

“Accept our submission and use us as you wish…!”

The Adventuress had no time to finish, and her friends no time to respond as the silver cord pulled taut.  In one moment, their wrists and ankles pulled together behind them and their bodies collided, the cord biting painfully into their soft flesh and squeezing the air from their lungs.  Their large, soft tits crushed together in the middle, snugly surrounding the twisting Lust.  Their heads pulled back slowly, their mouths opened, and their legs separated as if forced by unseen hands.  Feebly, the ladies whimpered as their bodies contorted, a combination of fear and sexual ecstasy.  Then, they felt large, invisible cocks pushing simultaneously into their mouths, pussies and asses.  Moaning softly in their nostrils, they closed their eyes and submissively let the Jungle Goddess fuck them, cum washing down their thighs.

For several hours, the lusty heroines enjoyed what was essentially one interminable orgasm.  When their bonds finally released them, they collapsed backwards into the lake of cum they had made, panting and trembling.  They were intoxicated, deep in the throes of sexual euphoria, prepared to do or endure anything.

The silvery bond coiled tightly around their six nipples and pulled them back to their knees, making them cry out in pain.  The glowing Lust was on the ground again, but emanated a cone of greenish-blue light from its tip.  Bathed in this aura, a tall woman stood.  Her skin was tanned bronze; her long plaited hair, black as onyx; her eyes, an alien green.  Naked, she stood with her legs slightly apart, her enormous breasts full and round like perfect moons, her pussy thick with lush black fur.  Her face held a peculiar expression of both intense affection and hard malice.  The ladies kneeling around her could only gaze adoringly, enthralled by her beauty – a goddess.

Gently, the woman pointed to her feet, and the bond pinching their nipples instantly yanked the helpless heroines to their faces in a groveling posture with their bottoms upturned.  While the ladies kissed and licked the goddess’s feet, the bond began to orbit in a great circle, lashing their exposed asses like a gentle whip.

The goddess laughed softly, then ordered, “Look at me, slaves.”  The groveling women craned their necks to look up at her.  Then, opening her legs a little wider, the goddess invited, “Taste my cunt, my lovelies.”  Eagerly, Lady Kraft and Jungle Babe plunged their faces into the goddess’s sweet pussy, while Got Gal did the same from the rear.  Like three kittens wrestling for the same teat, they nudged and jostled each other while they lapped at her cunt.  When she climaxed, her cum was honey on their tongues and alcohol in their blood, making them giggle with delight.

“You have all drunk from me,” the goddess told them, “so now you will serve me, always.  You will fuck and be fucked.  You will pleasure man and woman, plant and animal.  Pain and pleasure you will both give and receive.  You will cum until you can cum no more.  And you will seek out those to rape and abuse you.  But you will not know that you do this, for you shall not remember me or this encounter.”

“We obey, mistress,” the buxom heroines responded in unison.

“And now I leave,” she said, “You will fuck for a time, until sleep takes you.  When you wake, you will have no memories of this night, except of intense pleasure.”  As the goddess’s image began to fade, she called, “Fuck now, my pretties…”

The goddess shimmered then faded completely from their view.  As if obeying a hypnotist’s suggestion, the ladies lay on their sides and buried their faces in each other’s pussies, forming a triangle.  They ate each other hungrily until the euphoria faded; then, overcome by exhaustion, they fell asleep still nestled between one another’s legs.

 

*     *     *     *     *

 

The heroines woke up late, very tired and very satisfied.  None of them could remember what had happened the night before, but all three had difficulty walking.  They bathed and dressed, then ate a breakfast.  After that, Lady Kraft and Got Gal packed their belongings and loaded them into the helicopter.

Jungle Babe walked between them to the aircraft, her arms around their waists.  “I don’t suppose I can persuade you to change your mind, Sara,” she said.

“That artifact is no good to you,” Lady Kraft said, “You don’t know the ritual.  Besides, I’m not taking your goddess away – just one of her sex toys.”

“I’m not thinking about using it,” the busty jungle vixen replied, “but here is where it belongs – not in some museum for tourists and culture-snobs to gawk at.”

“If it makes you feel better,” the Adventuress offered, “I’ll keep it for my private collection.  And I’ll leave it to you in my will.”

Jungle Babe considered this alternative for a moment then nodded.  But she added, “I can just imagine what kind of disgusting orgies we’re going to be hearing about at Kraft Manor.”

Grinning, Lady Kraft replied, “You have an open invitation to all of them, Dana.”

When they reached the chopper, Jungle Babe flung her arms around Got Gal.  “Goodbye,” she whispered, “It was lovely seeing you again.”

Got Gal encircled the woman’s waist and returned, “You too, Jungle Babe.”

They shared a very long goodbye kiss.

As Got Gal climbed into the hatch, Jungle Babe turned to Lady Kraft and caught her in a warm embrace.  “Will I see you again soon?” she murmured.

The lusty Adventuress kissed the woman passionately and gripped her firm ass in a meaningful squeeze.  When their lips parted, she rejoined, “What about Titus?  Does he know you’re in South America now?”

Jungle Babe frowned at the memory of her evil uncle.  “I suppose you’re right,” she acknowledged sadly, “Time for me to move on – maybe to Burma again.  Look me up next time you’re in Rangoon or Mandalay.”

“As soon as I’m able – promise.”

Flirtatiously tapping the pistol-butt on Sara’s hip, the voluptuous jungle maiden said, “Remember to bring your guns,” and stepped away from the aircraft.

Lady Kraft climbed into the pilot seat and started the engines.  As the whining rotors spun, Got Gal studied her curiously.

“What did she mean by that?” the buxom avenger asked, “I thought Jungle Babe hated guns.”

“Private joke,” the Adventuress replied.  Then, on a thought, she asked, “How do you feel about guns?”

“They scare me.  Why?”

As the helicopter gained the air, Lady Craft smirked to herself.  “I have something to show you later,” she said.

 

 

 

The End