Iniana Jones and the Search for Ultimate Pleasures

[ariosto]

"What is not understood about my artifact Miss Davis..."
Indy was tracing circles with his fingertps around
Elaines upright pink nipples and occasionaly pausing to lick them.
"...is it's amazing recuperative powers."

Indeed the amorous scientist was hard and stirring inside her once again. She felt his thick hard pulsing cock tense up and she gave an answering squeeze that inspired not only a lick but a deep sweet suck that took her breast into his mouth until she felt her nipple on the back of his throat. He released her very slowly, letting the sensitive skin pass between his teeth and finally giving the rosy bud a playful nip.

"Ahhhhh, Doctor Jones..."
Then he did the same to the other breast and began to slide his cock from her.
She contracted around it as though to hold it imprisoned in her vagina and he obliged by thrusting himself right back, hard into her center, and then he repeated and repeated and...
He stopped...

"Would you like to be on top Miss Chambers?
We havn't stressed it properly from that angle, or from the rear for that matter...Why these tests could continue all night!"

 

[Ceaser_]

Watches them prepare to go at it again.
Wishing it was him and not Dr.Jones as he watches her soft pnk sexy body work its magic and wish he was the magaian that could find out the secret to taming that magic. as feels his cock stir within his pants he feels like he could just go over there and join them but decides against as they may not appereicate that and just sis there taking the "sights"







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Death smiles at us all>All we can do is smile back

 

[wildxfire]

Abdul

The feel of her wet cunt, as I pull myself from it, sends tingles up my spine......

"No Miss Davis, it is pain I wish to extract, not pleasure" I laugh at my helpless captive...

"You must give me information worthy of my needs" I taunt her, knowing her deep dark secret now, and very capable of taking advantage of it.

More toys I pull from the wall, this time a set of weighted golden pincers, and I attach each in turn to her already swollen nipples. For her mouth, I press a savage looking set of dual fingers into, pulling the black leather band taut. The crude device was originally designed to keep a snake bitten person from biting their own tongue, but in this case they spread her jaw nicely, letting her lips form around the fingers into a crude "O".

"Now Miss Davis, We will see how eager you are to please me" I tell her, using the hair on her head to hold her as I press my cock between her lips. "How does your own arousal taste" I taunt her, my cock firmly and deeply in her mouth.

Picking up the racquet, I flick the weighted pincers, sending them swaying crazily, then bring it across her reddened ass cheeks. Pulling my hips back, until my cock has almost slipped from her pinned jaws, I push forward again, feeling my swollen head press against the walls of her throat.

"Tell me Sydney" I cackle almost insanely, my blood rushing at the feel of her mouth on my cock, and the thoughts of what I would do to her next "Tell me and I will release you"

Once again I bring the paddle down, in a flesh burning blow......

 

[SexyChele]

Syd

As Abdul places the pincers on my already senstive nipples, I let out a scream of pain filling the room. As I try to grow accustomed to the pain, I find a device being shoved into my mouth and fastened tight. Trying to pull against it, I find that it is securely fastened, forcing my mouth open to an almost uncomfortable degree

I close my eyes, not wanting to see what might come next, when I feel his cock invade my mouth. I first instinct is to slam my teeth down hard, but I am prevented from doing that. Instead, I am forced to feel him assaulting my mouth, forcing his cock further into my mouth, gagging me, and causing me to choke slightly. I murmur around his cock. Surprised that my cries are more that of delight and pleasure than pain.

I hear him ask a question, yet it does not register. Suddenly, my breasts are aflame, burning, the pain immense and intense. I feel my heavy breasts swinging wildly, the weight of the pincers pulling at every movement. And through the pain, I feel a twinge in my cunt - a twinge of pleasure, of desire, the desire to be filled, and the desire to be used as this man's whore.

My mind blanks out temporarily as I my body is consumed with the ultimate pain coming from my ass. Crying out a muffled cry, I open my eyes and realize that he has once again picked up the raquet and is slapping my ass with its tiny, sharp points. The white hot pain shoots through my ass and encompasses my body, and I feel a rush of wetness between my thighs. I want him to continue and yet I also wish him to stop - the pleasure and pain mixing to such a degree that I feel completely at the mercy of this man's control.

What, what was the question he asked? What was he looking for? Ah yes....

"How does your own arousal taste"

Was it as simple as that?

I try to murmur my response around his cock and the gag in my mouth, but nothing intelligle comes out. I feel my eyes well with tears - from pain and from frustration.

Abdul pulls his cock from my mouth, and patting my face roughly, pulls my chin up to look at him.

"What was that, Miss Baker? I'm afraid I didn't hear you."

Though somewhat muffled, I manage to make more intelligent sounds now.

"I like it, thank you...." comes my garbled reply.

Once again the pincers are sent on a wild journey of movement, causing my breasts to burn and my eyes to roll back with pleasure as a cry of delight escapes my lips....

 

[wildxfire]

Abdul

Never before have I found a person, man or woman, who responds so to the pain. Rather than shrink from it, and become less than a human being, she thrives on it becoming more....

Rather her hunger increases, as she tastes more and more of it, and her body rules her mind...demanding it be fed.....


"Sydney, your behaviour suprises me" I tell her honestly, raising her face in my hand, so I can see her lust filled eyes.

"Your reactions to my punishing your body is very intriguing, on a primal level, to describe it accurately" I continue

Kneeling before her, so our eyes are scant inches from each other, I add the weight of my hands to the already weighted pincers.

"AHHHH, essssss" Comes the garbled response, her bound open mouth unable to produce the "Y" sound in her words.

Again I see the lust and passion in her eyes, as her body takes control of her normally keen mind.

"You want it, and need it, Don't you Miss Baker" I say accusingly, my eyes keen on her face.

Viciously she swings her head side to side in mock denial, then with tear filled eyes, she stops....

Raising her head, so her tousled hair falls away from her face, she red faced begins to move her head slowly up and down in a shamefaced affirmative.

"Very good" I tell her soothingly, my hands suddenly busy in a flurry of unlocking clasps and bindings. "We will no longer need these, rather you are bound by another form, Ehh, Miss Baker?"

Sydney drops to the floor, landing on her knees, and looking up at me as I give her nipples a gentle tug.

"You are bound by your bodies desire to find the limits to which it can be punished" I tell her, my eyes boring into hers "And you know the only one who can help it find those limits is me"

Laughing at the irony of the situation, I cross my arms and look at her disheveled figure, even more erotic because of it and the wild desire in her eyes...

"Now come over hear, and confess it is so" I tell her, in a suddeny steely voice "And we will then see how far I take you in your journey"

 

[SexyChele]

Syd

I hang my head in shame at the admittance that this pain is being mixed with pleasure and that I'm finding I need it, crave, desire it. To be subjugated here in front of Abdul, to admit to him at my most vulnerable, that all the things he is doing to me are things that my body seems to want.

Suddenly, I feel the bindings loosened and removed, the gag is taken from my mouth, and my nipples are released - only to experience even more severe pain than before. At the loss of not having the bindings holding me, I fall heavily to the floor, and scramble to my knees. I feel weak, too weak to rise, and as I look up at Abdul, I suspect that he also does not wish it.

He moves back from me, his arms crossed, his eyes and voice pure steel -

"Now come over hear, and confess it is so"

To be condemned by my own lips. To confess to this man that I like, no NEEDS, what he is doing to my body! The ultimate in humiliation. I wonder at myself, at how I can do this. Is it the aphrodisiac he has given me that has broken down my inhibitions? Or has he, through some strange set of circumstances, unlocked a deep hidden mystery within me?

I look up at him, alsmost pleading, though I know it will do no good. I also suspect strongly that to rise up and walk towards Abdul would bring greater punishment on myself. Moving gingerly, my body still unsure of itself, I half crawl, half scramble to where Abdul stands. Moving so that I am almost on top of his feet, I hand my head and murmur my ascent.

"What? What was that, Miss Baker? I don't believe I heard you!"

I raise my face to him, still showing the defiance within them. Somehow, somewhere, I find the courage to stare him in the eyes.

"Yes, I confess it, Abdul. I confess that somehow, by some trick you are causing my body to feel pleasure when it should feel pain. I know nothing about limits."

I catch my breath at this point. Do I want to know what limits he speaks of? mind is attempting to be rational, my body wants to take contorl.

Lookng down at the ground between Abdul and myself, I barely speak above a whisper:

"Yes, Abdul, I need to be shown just what my body can take - what it can't.

I look up into his eyes slowly, wondering if what I've said is what he is waiting to hear, even as my body delights in anticipation of his next move.

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Elaine Davis

I can hardly believe my good fortune. I was hoping that Dr. Jones might want to play some more, but I never expected him to be ready again so soon. Amazing recuperative powers indeed!

“I must say, Dr. Jones, I am really impressed by your dedication to testing this artifact thoroughly,” I tell him.

“I don’t believe in doing anything halfway, Miss Davis.” He grins at me and tweaks my nipple hard enough to make me gasp in mingled pleasure and pain. It’s not in my nature to let an act like that go unanswered, so I contract my muscles around his cock and give it another long squeeze. He grunts and a thin flush fills his cheeks. His mouth descends on mine and we share a long kiss, tongues flickering against each other. My passion is partly fueled by my elation over his comment that these tests could continue all night. His reawakened cock throbbing inside me proves that he has the stamina to back it up. It looks as though I have succeeded in carrying out Adbul’s order to distract him, and in the bargain I have assured myself a delightful night of pleasure.

I break the kiss and smile at him. “I’ve made up my mind, Dr. Jones. I think I would like to be on top.”

“That sounds like an excellent idea.” He pulls out of me (I feel a slight pang of loss as his cock exits my vagina) and arranges himself so that he is lying on his back. His cock points at the ceiling, seeming to beckon to me. That devilish grin never leaves his face.

I roll over onto my belly and slowly crawl up to meet him, making a growling noise like a panther. I climb onto his body and lie full-length on him for a moment. His cock rubs against my belly, leaving a small wet trail. We lie like that for a long moment, looking into each other’s eyes, smiling, not saying a word. My lips brush against his, but teasingly draw away when his mouth tries to make firmer contact with mine.

Abruptly I lift myself up so that I am straddling him. I take hold of his cock and rub its head teasingly against my wet slit a few times, then I lower myself onto him. Once again I feel as if he is filling me up completely – such a lovely sensation.

My eyes are locked on his as each inch slowly disappears inside me. Dr. Jones sucks in a deep breath as I impale myself, then lets it out in a long sigh when the last of him slips inside.

In this position he seems to have penetrated me more deeply than before, and it feels wonderful. I don’t move for a moment, relishing the feeling of fullness. My fingers idly caress his taut belly. “Feeling any stress at this angle, Dr. Jones?” I ask.

 

[wildxfire]

Abdul

Standing above Sydney, I look down at her lean, trembling body, as she admits with shame...

"I need to be shown what my body can take"

Looking into her eyes, I can see the humility in them, and also the wonder at how she is reacting to her treatment from my hands.

"Stand up, and spread your legs, Miss Baker" I tell her, watching her as she rises on shaky legs, struggling to obey me.

"Spread them wide, Miss Baker, and hold very still" Walking around and out of her line of vision, I pull a large phallic looking device from the wall, and push the rounded end of it into a bowl of tan creme.

Placing my left hand on the back of her graceful neck, I apply pressure steadying her. With the other I press the now slickened shaft between her rounded cheeks, and began slowly pressing it against her tight ring.

Hearing her gasp, I chuckle and reply, as I slowly penetrate her with the shaft.

"The best is yet to come, Miss Baker" I promise her, sliding the phallus in a full half of its length. At the base of the shaft dangles a chain, which I loop around Sydney's trim waist and back again.

"Once deep within you, I will enlarge this device, until you beg and cry for mercy" I reveal to her "And as you respond to the pressure, I will take you, and satisfy my lust as well"

Connecting a hollow ball to the shaft via a thin tube, I step around to her front, and stand in front of her. Looking at her sweat covered face, and closed eyelids, I can see her concentration as she tries to adjust to the new sensation. Squeezing the hollow ball, I hear the whistle of air, as it forces it down the tube and into the phallus, expanding its head.

"AHHHH, my godddd..." Sydney whimpers from the pressure, her eyes opening, and looking at me.

"Pray not to your god" I tell her with a leer "Rather, pray to me, that I will satisfy both our carnal desires"

Pressing the head of my cock against her wet slit, I press against and into it, already feeling her intense tightness....

 

[ariosto]

Elaine is really gorgeous up there, her hair tumbling loose around her breasts, rosy nipples waiting to be sucked into hard little buds and I'm just the guy to do it.
"Come on down to me honey, I want a taste."

She leaned forward and playfully brushed his face and mouth with her hot coral tips.
After several attempts Indy caught one and drew it into his mouth, using his tongue to stimulate the little points to attention.
She was gently rocking on top of him, burying his face in her hair and into breasts. His hands were locked on the small of her back and Indy was drifting into a state of infantile bliss, the full rich warmth of her in his mouth, nurturing, fulfilling, suddenly he desperately wanted to suckle Elaine Davis like a little baby...

Her fingernails drawing across his swollen sac jerked him from his revery and with a growl he bucked up hard, his cock curving along the length of her passage. Slipping his hands from her back he enclosed her left breast in both and squeezed it hard, stretching the skin tight around the aroused tip. He swirled his tongue across the sensitive aereole then nipped at the swollen bud with his teeth.

"OWWWWW!"
Elaine jerked up.
Indy was instantly apologetic.
"I, I, I'm sorry Miss Davis I don't know what got into me, I..."

She just grinned at him and pushed her other nipple into his mouth.

 

[SexyChele]

Syd

Standing before Abdul, having just admitted my desire to the man I should hate the most, spread before him, my shame was complete. Or so I thought.

Feeling a large object being pushed into my anus, I couldn't help but wince at the feeling of being opened and stretched in such a way. As he looped the chain about my waist and refastened, my eyes grew wide at the realization that this object was going to be left inside of me - and that Abdul would have control over how much more to force me open.

As he squeezed the ball extending from the object, I felt an immediate, almost painful, pressure begin to spread my bowels open. Even as it hurt, there was a measure of pleasure combined. Feeling Abdul pushing his swollen member into my pussy, I could feel how tight I was - and afraid that in accepting him delicate flesh would be hurt, bruised. But Abdul seemed to care nothing for that, as he continued pushing, thrusting - each thrust going painfully deeper into me as my tightness yielded to him.

Finally, with one final thrust, his hands on my shoulders, the length of him was securely held within my wet and dripping sex. As I reached up to put my hands on his shoulders, he roughly pushed them to my back and secured them there with a set of cuffs he had removed from the wall. Grasping me about the waist, he began to inside of me, taking long, slow strokes at first, forcing me to feel him sliding against the intruder that was firmly in my ass.

I leaned back against his arms, eyes closed, finally growing accustomed to the size of the phallus and him, when I heard the unmistakable hiss of air from the empty ball. Immediately, I felt my anus forcibly expanded - this time to the point that just had to be the limit. I drew in my breath, the pain was becoming uncomfortable as his thrusts continued.

"What is the matter, Miss Baker? Are you not finding this as enjoyable as before?"

"No, please, Abdul, hurts....it hurts, please, Abdul, please!"

"Yeess, Miss Baker, it is supposed to hurt, isn't it? That's where the pleasure comes from, isn't it?"

My eyes flew open to look at him, yet all I could see was his leering countenance. When he saw that I was looking at him, he began to thurst harder, faster. My groans increased as I struggled against the cuffs that held my wrists securely. I could see Abdul grinning at me - he was enjoying this!

Another hiss of air, and suddenly my ass felt as though it would explode! The pain overcame my body until it was all I could think of. I would have fallen to the floor, had not Abdul had his arm about my waist. I could feel his cock now, barely able to fit, with each thrust it felt as though he were ripping through flesh.

"Abdul! No! Please, no! You're hurting me....oh, no...please, stop, STOP!"

Tears welled up in my eyes and began to spill over onto my cheeks. My pleadings continued....hoping he would stop. But still he continued.

"Ah, Miss Baker, this is what I've been waiting for. This is partial payment for what you took from me!"

His laughter took me by surprise, and I began to shake my head back and forth.

"Please....don't do this - please, please stop! PLEASE!"

As my head fell back, my lower body feeling as though it would painfully burst, I allowed my head to fall back listening to his laughter ringing in my ears....

 

[wildxfire]

Abdul

Miss Baker's wet canal was incredible, the feeling of it like a too tight glove surrounding my cock as I impaled her with it. But a glove never gave me the exhilaration she now gave me, with her cries and her contorting body.

Holding her trim waist to mine, as I pounded into her slit, my eyes took in the sight of her upper torso as it twisted and fell back in my grasp. Her full breasts bounced with each vicious thrust of my cock, her stomach muscles rippling, stretched tight across her rib cage.

As the pressure inside me increased, so did the strength and depth of my thrusts, as I buried my cock with pounding motion.


"Please, noooo...Please" " Came her cries for me to stop, only increasing the desire in me to punish her weaking body.

"NO, Miss Baker" I told her thru clenched teeth "This payment will stop when I say so, and have had my fill of you"

Using both hands, I clenched her firm buttocks, pulling her roughly towards me with each thrust, our hips pounding against each other.With each pounding motion, I could see the strength slipping from her body, her eyes slowly beginning to close.

With a flurry of punishing thrusts, I reached my peak, driving into her as I emptied my loins into her abused body, and feeling her body go limp in my hands....

 

[SexyChele]

Syd

As the pounding continued, I felt as though I was being ripped in two. My whole lower body felt as though it were tearing and ripping, and that it not possibly take any more.

My protests began to taper off, as I heard his words - and knew he surely wouldn't be satisfied until he had possessed every inch of me. The intensity of the pain was so much that I could no longer protest - I was losing the strength to do so. I started to mumble about the pain, the hurt, tears slowly slid over my cheeks - all missed by Abdul in his animal lust.

Vaguely, as though in a dream, I feel him thrust into me sharply - a thrust so great that I feel he is surely going through my entire body. Yet, I find no strength to scream, although my mind is doing just that. I feel a rush of fluid between my thighs, and know that he has emptied his seed deep into me.

Just then, all goes black ~

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Elaine

The apologies tumbling from Dr. Jones’s lips immediately cease when I shove my other nipple into his mouth. “There’s no need for apologies, Dr. Jones. You didn’t hurt me. I was more surprised than hurt, really.”

Well…to be honest, surprise wasn’t the only thing I felt. Something did flare down below when his teeth touched the little nub. I don’t tell him this, but my smile and my willingness to let him at my other breast give me away. His eyes twinkle mischievously at me as he goes to work.

He’s a little more careful with this breast. His tongue draws shivery little circles all around the aureole, then delivers a series of firm little taps to the stiff bud. Each tap teases it to greater hardness, making me gasp. I respond by rocking my hips in a steady rhythm, grinding myself against him with every stroke. His hands move to my hips, keeping me in place as I pick up speed.

My nipple is still trapped in his mouth, and when I give his buried cock a little squeeze he forgets himself and nicks me with his teeth again. The feeling causes a pleasurable shock to travel down to my clit. I let out a little yelp, a sound that has nothing to do with pain. This time he doesn’t apologize. He merely groans when I move even faster.

I can hardly believe that I’m approaching the brink again, so soon after my first climax. That has never happened before in my romantic career. Too many of my partners have been the selfish type, concerned only with their own pleasure. But this Indiana Jones is a different breed of man altogether. I can’t help wondering if I chose the wrong side when I cast my lot with Abdul. Well, too late to worry about that now.

My clit throbs, throbs, then spasms. “Oh! Dr. Jones…I – I think this test is about ready to conclude…” And then my voice trails off as I go over the edge once more.

 

[wildxfire]

Abdul

Having achieved both goals, my release and Sydney's defeat, I lower her off my now shrinking cock. Releasing the device still embedded within her now still body, I remove it from her.

Lifting her in my arms, I carry her to the stone table and bind her to, arms stretched over her head, her ankles bound together.

"Now we are even" I say to her unconcious form "And you are ready to help me regain the full payment for which I am due"

Walking out of the room, and into the still dark desert air, I bring a pistol flair into play. Firing the flare into the star filled sky, I see a reply on a far sand hill, then return to the room and Sydney's motionless form.

"Soon a message will reach our partners" I say to no one in particular "Informing them of the shortage in payment, and how full payment is needed, or you will suffer the consequences"

With sure, unhurried motions I dress, and prepare for the journey back to Casablanca, waiting for Sydney's return to this world.....

 

[ariosto]

Feeling Elaine beginning to shudder in pre orgasmic abandon, Indy increases his efforts, stroking deep and hard, matching her
every thrust witha counter thrust. He watches himself sliding in and out of her, wet with the juices of her arousal. He aches, he throbs, he shudders himself. She contracts hard on him and suddenly rears back, bending his cock in an extreme but highly stimulating manner. Each stroke rubbing hard now against the heated passage of her sex.
Elaine is riding him like a rodeo star!
He reaches up to steady her and then feels himself cumming. It takes him unaware... suddenly a great chasm opens and engulfs him, he looses all objectivity. He has become the thing inside her and he is pumping Elaine davis full oh himself in hot pulsing waves that meet and match her own...

"OHHHH GODDDDD!"
They both cry and once, and grind on down, taking the last drops from each others body.
She collapses across his chest as the last shudders pass through his cock, still sheathed within her.

Minutes pass....
Many minutes pass...

"Has the artifact passed the test?"
Indy looks very smug, feels he's done a damned good job in fact.

"Ummmmmmm....Oh yes. But..."
She says, tightening around him once more,
"Didn't you something about....
doctor Jones?"

The look on his face has changed radically.
"Indy what is it?"

"Take a look.",
He points to the table which lies quite empty and beyond which the door to the hallway is standing open.

"Holy smokes...."

 

[SexyChele]

I vaguely become aware of my brain swimming in reality, and I await the pain that was there before my world went dark. As I tense up, I realize that there is none. In fact, while my lower body aches dully, I realize that I'm no longer in the same situation.

I feel coldness beneath me, and know that my body is still nude. Even with my eyes closed, I can feel my wrists and ankles bound together. A distinct wetness between my thighs attests to one thought - Abdul has suceeded in achieving the very thing he wanted. Strangely, I did not feel the revulsion I had thought I would feel. I felt....strange....floating. The aphrodisiac working its way through my body? Must be. I would soon be normal again.

Even with my eyes closed, I tested my bounds, knowing they would be secure. Slowly opening my eyes, I try to focus on the wall, lights anything. Eventually, things come into focus. I begin to think I'm alone, and my heart starts to thud in my chest at the thought of being bound and left alone in a place that was obviously remote.

"Ah, I see you have chosen to rejoin us, Miss Baker."

At the unmistakably sound of his voice, I slowly turn my head in the direction of his voice. Yes, there he stands, Abdul. Fully clothed, while I'm left naked and bound. Another "humiliation"?

"What do you plan on doing with me, Abdul? Haven't you already gotten what it is that you wanted?"

He traced a finger down my side as his smile betrayed the deviousness of his personality.

 

[wildxfire]

Abdul

Tracing my finger tips across her cheek, I allow myself a moment of weakness...


"Ahh, Sydney" I murmur "In another time, another world perhaps, we would have been lovers, our passion is so great and so similar"

Tracing lower, I slowly follow the curves of her neck, shoulder and bosum. Hearing the intake of her breath, I smile unguarded, and sadly.

"Yes, my desert flower" I continue, my fingers tracing small circles around her nipple, watching with interest as it swells.

"In another land we may have been allies, not opponents as we are now"

My voice has returned to its hardened timbre, my face gone back to the emotionaless facade it has become throughout the years.

"You are but a pawn on my board, a peice to be used, traded or discarded if needed. Presently, you have the value of four and a half million american dollars. The amount I have been shorted, in trade for the Head of Ra. If you are wise, you will help yourself and me, in guarnteeing the trade will go smoothly."

My finger has traced itself to the cleft between her trembling thighs, slowly rubbing her button, feeling it swell and moisten in involuntary response.

Reaching with my other hand, I wind my hand in her tousled hair, forcing her to return my stare as I unload my bombshell.

"There never was an aphrodisiac, Sydney, only the mental suggestion of one. What reacted to me was you, and only you."

Freeing my hands from her hair, and her rapidly moistening lower lips, I rub my fingers on my lips tasting her sweet nectar. Then with regret I unlock her wrists and ankles, and toss her an outfit for traveling.

"Cover yourself, Miss Baker, we must be moving." I watch her slowly rise from the table, and lower her feet to the floor. "And Miss Baker" I say in my deadliest tone "Do not make me use force to restrain you, or you will see first hand how the rest of my toys can be used."

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Elaine

In a flash I disentangle myself from Dr. Jones and race across the room, following his pointing finger to the table. My eyes feel as though they are going to pop out of my sockets. The box is gone!

“Oh my god, this is not good!” My first impulse is to bolt out of the room, but fortunately common sense reasserts itself when I glimpse of myself in the ornate mirror that hangs on the wall opposite the bed. I won’t get too far dressed only in stockings and garter belt.

My pulse is pounding in my throat as I look around for my discarded dress and shoes. I’m only dimly aware of Dr. Jones moving about behind me. A thousand thoughts are racing through my frantic brain. Someone came in and stole the box while we were…busy. But who? This wasn’t in Abdul’s plan. Could it be one of his rivals? Or someone else who wants to stop the sale of the tiara?

I am right on the edge of panic, trying very hard not to give in to it. And then an even worse thought occurs to me: how will Abdul react to this development? I can almost feel my blood freeze. I’ve heard rumors here and there about Abdul’s temper, his sadism and his zest for retribution, but I’ve never paid any mind to them. He’s always been cordial to me. But if this item is gone for good, then he’s out several million dollars, and that will bring out the temper in the mildest of men. Oh, I can’t think about that now – if I do, I’ll go over the edge for sure!

Get a hold of yourself, Elaine. You won’t accomplish anything if you go running around like a chicken with its head cut off!

I take a few deep breaths and force myself to calm down. My mental fog clears, and I manage to find my dress and shoes. After I hastily pull them on, I look back at Dr. Jones. He has donned his shirt and tuxedo pants, but he looks nothing like the easygoing, horny playboy who accompanied me into this room a short while ago. A change has come over him. His eyes are cool and slightly hooded, and his face is composed in a calm, purposeful expression. Now he looks like the man who had Abdul so worried.

“Well, now that we’re semi-decent, let’s investigate,” he says. “Stick close to me, Miss Davis. This city is not a safe place for a woman to go poking about by herself.”

I don’t argue with that statement. If the tiara is irrevocably lost, I would just as soon not face Abdul alone, anyway.

I follow him to the doorway, where he motions me to stand back. He flattens himself against the wall and carefully peers out into the hall. “Coast is clear,” he says. “Come on.”

We step out into the hall. To our right is the magnificent curving staircase leading to the lobby. To our left, a line of doors for the other luxury suites on this level. At the far end of the hall, we see a plain, unmarked wooden door. An emergency exit?

Dr. Jones and I exchange glances. The same idea seems to have occurred to both of us. “If I’ve just stolen something valuable, I’m not going to leave by the main exit,” I say.

He nods, and the twinkle is back in his eyes again. “Let’s go, then.” He grabs my hand and we hurry down the hall as fast as we can.

 

[SexyChele]

Syd

As his hands run over my body, it begins to react and rather than hold back, I feel my body giving itself over to it. His words of using me as a pawn strike the very core of my brain! I cannot forget, mustn't forget, that this man intends on using me. Simple fact - I must try to stay strong, and not be swayed by words or drugs.

And then, words that I cannot believe -

"There never was an aphrodisiac, Sydney, only the mental suggestion of one. What reacted to me was you, and only you."

My stomach lurches and my mind reels at this revelation. That my body, my mind, could have succombed and enjoyed the humiliation and pain that was inflicted on it? Was this true? I blush deeply at the thought of acting the slut for this man of my own accord and not having an excuse other than my own body's betrayal.

As he unfastens the bounds, I keep my eyes averted, and as I sit on the table, I feel clothing strike my body. I vaguely hear his orders to dress and not to cause further resistance.

Not looking at him - I can't look at him - I slowly pull on the loose cotton traditional dress over my head. A piece of cloth to cover my hair. Clothes of the desert - loose and cool and traditional. I wonder where we will be headed. Further into the desert? Or to be driven secretly back into the city? And how can I get warning to Indy?

I glance at Abdul as I slide my feet into rough sandals. Yes, he could be very capable of cruelty. But there must be some way to notify Jones? Someway of escape? But how? Keep your eyes open, kid, that's how. And hope Abdul takes you back to the city. Plenty of places to hide, to escape there.

Before I can formulate any more plans, Abdul picks up a cloth bag from the wall of his "tools", then grabs my arm roughly. Making our way up the steps and out into the night air, I feel the rush of coldness seep through the material to my bare skin underneath. I look up at the sky - clear, billions of stars from one horizon to the other. A good night to fly, a very good night to fly. I glance at Abdul from the corner of my eye, and wonder if I'll ever fly again.

 

[ariosto]

The battered taxi crawls through the crowded streets of Casablanca, passing Rick's Café Americain.
"Do we have time for just one drink...To celebrate...you know."

The rat faced man put his pudgy little fingers on the woman's long and shapely thigh.
"Shut up von Kleistermann, you idiot! We must get to the airport at once, the courier plane to Berlin leaves at midnight. And take your hands off my leg...now!"

The Luger was two inches away from the Colonel's nose and he had no doubt that the lady holding it probably preferred him dead anyway. He'd served his purpose as the escort for the tall teutonic beauty that had appeared on the dance floor of the nightclub. He'd done a splendid job of distracting attention while she disappeared up the stairs and returned with the precious artifact...but now there was nothing left for him to do.

"Of course Eva, you are right"
He slipped his hand from her thigh and into his
trousers. No point in wasting the time. It wasn't often that he found himself in the backseat with
someone as gorgeous and sexy as Eva Braun."




OOC...Ok we have an opening here for Eva Braun and von Kleistermann. Any one interested?

 

[Honey_B]

Eva Braun

The woman that could handle the likes of Hitler smashed the gun across the face of the noisy imbecile. He slumped back against the seat unconsciosness, bleeding and blessedly quiet. She urged the cab driver foward, adding that she would triple his rate if he got her to the airport in ten minutes.

"You may vant to consider flattening some of these pesky pedestrians," she said with a grim smile that looked like a hungry she-wolf. Her remark had not been made in jest.

The tall striking woman felt again for the precious artifact, secured as it was under her blouse, hidden beneath the chamois leather shift that her lover insisted she wear. She rebuttoned the jacket of her smart black suit and waited, either for the mass of people to part or for the driver to become brave enough to drive over a few.

http://auschwitz.dk/Braun2.jpg

 

[ariosto]

With Elaine in tow, Indy cornered the valet who did the parking for the Club and made him an offer he couldn't refuse. Now it was a choice, find Sydney or the Head of Ra.

"I think you killed him."
She said as he thrust her into the tiny citroen taxi.
"Nope but he'll have a headache in the morning.
"Airport! Step on it!"

"Pardon Monsieur, Je ne..."

With a growl Jones went over the seat and tossed the fat little driver out the door.
Elaine fell back as He gunned the car through bewildering traffic, knocking over a ragpickers cart and taking the fender off a passing truck.

"God Indy you'll kill us!"
HE turned around a wide grin on his face,
"Hell no! I won't!"

And then hit a brick wall.

Helping Elaine from the wreck with only a few cuts and abrasions he tried to flag another cab. They avoided him like the plague.
Suddenly a wheezing bus came by. Port de Avion it said above the door. He jumped aboard grabbing Elaine up with him.
"Neuf Sous."

"What !" He spun around to face the driver who had his hand stuck out.

"Neuf sous! s'il vous plait!"
Indy jammed his hands into his pockets.
Nothing!

"Elaine...help! We have to get that artifact. It's going to the airport right now and not with the gestapo. Eva Braun has it!"

 

[SexyChele]

Syd

Standing in the complete darkness of the desert with Abdul, I see twin pricks of light that slowly become closer and closer. Eventually, I see the dust the car raises behind it as it makes its way towards us in the crisp, clear desert night. As it pulls up to us in a cloud of dust, Abdul grabs my arm roughly, pulls open the door, and roughly pushes me inside the hugh car. I land with a thud against the far door, as Abdul enters behind me and speaks to the driver in Arabic.

Looking around, I notice that there is only Abdul, myself, and the driver in the car. I slide onto the seat and glance sideways at Abdul, and as my eyes trace over his body, I notice the distinct outline of the gun in belt holding up his pants. A chill crosses my heart as I realize the humliation that Abdul has put me through this evening. Yes, it is true that I enjoyed it, and that is the most humiliating of aspects.

Turning on the seat, I reach out my hand and lightly run it up Abdul's thigh. Quickly his hand reaches out and holds my wrist in a tight vise-like grip.

"Miss Baker, your feminine charms won't work on me. I've had my fill of you, now it is time to bargain with Dr. Jones for your exchange."

"Abdul, Indy will never give up the artifact - he knows its importance to the world of antiquities -"

"Then he would rather see you go through further punishment? I will not be outdone from my money, Miss Baker. One way or the other, I will have my compensation."

On the long trip back towards the city, my mind worked furiously. No money, no weapon, barely clothed. I looked towards the driver, who appeared murderous in the light from the dashboard. He probably had killed a time or two for Abdul. I put my head back on the seat and doze, hoping an idea will come to me.

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I'm startled awake by a sudden stop of the car. Bringing my head forward, my eyes blink at the lights of the city. Ah, so we are back in Casablanca! My head feels foggy with sleep, but I know if Abdul takes me to wherever he plans to hide me, I'm doomed.

Suddenly, there is a squeal of brakes as the car slams to a sudden stop - barely missing 4 tourists crossing the street. Hardly without thinking, I lean over and quickly grab the gun from Abdul's belt. Cocking the trigger, I point it at Abdul, praying it's loaded.

"Well, Abdul, this is where I get off the train. It's been fun, my friend, but once again I must leave you."

As he grabs my arm, the gun fires, blasting out the window next to the driver's head. His attention momentarily diverted, I break free from Abdul's grip and throw my weight behind the door, spilling into the street. I see Abdul beginning to climb towards me and I reach out with my foot and slam the door into his face.

Not sticking around to see what damage I've created, I quickly get to my feet, and begin to run through the twisted streets of Casablanca, careful to keep the gun hidden in the sleeve of my dress.

Coming out onto a busy street, I haild a taxi, and quickly climb inside.

"To the airport - and HURRY!"

As the taxi tears away from the curb, I glance out the rear window, but see no sign of Abdul or the driver. I keep searching the streets, using the veil to cover all but my eyes. Le Blanc - my thoughts turn to Le Blanc, the only man I know I can trust now in Casablanca - and he knows a million and one places to hide.

As the cab pulls up to the airport, the driver turns to get his fare. His eyes open wide as the barrel of the gun stars back at him.

"Thank you for the ride. Unfortunately, the gentleman I was just with did not leave me enough for cab fare. Your generosity will please whatever god you serve, I'm sure."

I exit the cab to the screams of the driver and quickly run through the maze of hangars until I reach the one occupied by Le Blanc's plane. Hoping against hope that he is still there, I turn the knob on the door next to the hangar door. My heart skips a beat when it gives and the door opens.

I find him sitting at a table, drunk as usual, but the most pleasant sight I've seen yet. He looks up in a drunken stupor as I approach, removing the veil from my hair.

"Le Blanc, I have a favor to ask. I need to hide, and I need to find Indiana Jones."

"Ah, Syd, I knew you would have use of me again one day. But you, ah, know there will be a price to pay? Who are you hiding from?"

"Abdul - and I think he wants me pretty damn bad."

"In that case, my price just went up. Are you willing to pay."

"Oui, Le Blanc. I'll pay whatever price you want."

Selling my body was becoming easier all the time.

 

[ariosto]

LeBlanc

Le Blanc ushered her aboard a gleaming DeHavilland DH 84 biplane twin, the gold plaque over the door said HRH The Prince of Wales...
"My God LeBlanc this is The Prince's airplane!"

"Non, it WAS the Prince's airplane. He is King of England now.
The plane belongs to Abdhul. I am changing the magneto's for him."

"Abdhul! This is Abdhul's plane!"
For a moment she wanted to leap out and run back to the Frenchman's squalid office, but the roaches... rats..."

He didn't give her a chance.

He reached around her and began unbuttoning her shirt and she could feel him pressing hard against her legs.

"Wait."
She turned and began to open his greasy one piece. By the time she got to the crotch He was already arching high out of his overalls.
She tentatively touched his cock and wondered where it had been lately.

She sighed,
"OK let's go...
She began to stroke him but he stopped her.

"Non, non, to hide you out I need more than your hand."
She stopped, dreading what was coming next.
"I want everything little Sydnee."

"No way am I going to let you inside me smelling and looking like you do LeBlanc. There's worse things to die from than Abdul's bullets!"
She stood up, hands on hips.

"Okay, Okay...come on."
He took her to the back of the plane opened a door...and wonder of wonders there was a bathroom, with gold fittings and a tiny shower.
LeBlanc had already stripped off his clothes and was turning on the water. He stepped in and looked at her.
"Well?"

"Well what?"

"You must get in too, Sydney. You are much to dusty and sweaty for me."

He grinned showing a gold tooth right up front.

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Elaine

I look helplessly at Dr. Jones – Indy – and then down at my empty hands. “Damn! I left my clutch bag at the hotel.” A pained expression crosses his face, and we both turn to look at the driver, silently pleading for a break.

The driver’s hand is out, palm up. His face shows about as much emotion as a stone idol. “Neuf sous, monsieur et madame. Ou nous n'allons pas.” The bus idles at the curb. Even if I didn’t have some knowledge of French, I would still understand his meaning: pay the fare or the bus doesn’t move.

My teeth clench with frustration. With every second that passes, the artifact travels farther and farther out of our reach. I don’t know who this Eva Braun is, but that doesn’t matter. I agree with Indy: we have to get that artifact!

“Look, mister,” Indy says. “We’re in a bit of a bind here. Can’t you give us a break?”

In heavily accented English the driver snaps, “Pay the fare or get off the bus! I do not have time for silly games!”

“Yes, I understand that you don’t have time for games, but –”

“No buts! Pay or get off! It is as simple as that!”

Indy gives me that anguished look again. My insides are churning. I have the sudden urge to seize this self-important little man by the throat and choke him into submission. Instead I take a deep breath. Calm down and think, Elaine. Calm down and think.

And then the idea occurs to me. I turn to the driver and smile, receiving an icy stare in return. Calling on every ounce of my sales technique, I say, “Look, monsieur, we are in a dreadful hurry, and we don’t have any money. Perhaps you will accept some other form of payment?”

“Other form?” The driver’s eyes narrow as he stares at me. I can feel Indy staring at me too.

“Yes.” I reach up and quickly remove my earrings. “See these?” I hold them out to him. The onyx and gold sit gleaming in my palm. “These are genuine gold and onyx. Fourteen karat gold, in fact. The earrings cost over three hundred American dollars two years ago, and they’ve only gone up in value since then. As you can see, they are in mint condition. Any reputable jeweler in this city will pay you handsomely for them. You stand to make quite a handsome profit.”

The driver stares at the earrings, then reaches out and touches them. “Very pretty,” he says. He falls silent for what seems like an hour. My heart races and my jaw aches from smiling. It takes all of my self-control to keep from grabbing his shirtfront and shaking him. I want to scream, “MAKE UP YOUR MIND, ALREADY!” Instead I wait, just as I would wait in the antiques shop for a customer to make up his mind.

Finally he gives me a curt nod and greedily scoops the earrings out of my hand. He stuffs them in his shirt pocket, then gestures at the empty interior of the bus. “Sit. Sit. I take you.”

“Thank you, sir.” I give him a genuine smile now, trying not to give away just how much relief I feel. He grunts and works the lever that shuts the bus door. The bus starts up with a mighty lurch, and we stumble a bit as we make our way to the rear of the vehicle.

“Wow!” Indy grins at me as we sit down. He looks as relieved as I feel. “That was some quick thinking, Elaine. Too bad you had to give up those earrings, though. I swear I’ll make it up to you somehow.”

I chuckle. “It’s all right. I’d just as soon forget the man who bought them for me anyway.” Besides, I tell myself, if we get that artifact back, I’ll have enough money to buy a hundred pairs of earrings, or anything else that catches my fancy.

Thinking about the artifact makes me feel a little tense again. I turn to Indy. “So, tell me about this Eva Braun.”