


Kara Lofts and The Five Idols

by SirSinn



Category: Sci-Fi & Fantasy
Published: 2012-11-22
Updated: 2013-04-25
Packaged: 2017-04-23 20:42:46
Chapters: 3
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/kara-lofts-and-the-five-idols-ch-01
Author URL:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1439524&page=submissions
Summary: <p>1. An adventurer tries to free her captured lover.</p>
<p>2. Kara has to escape from the pyramid's prison.</p>
<p>3. Will Kara prevent her ex-lover from ending the world?</p>
Erotica Tags: Big Tits, Cumshot, Monster, NonHuman, Sci-Fi & Fantasy, Troll
Average Rating: 4.56





TABLE OF CONTENTS


Kara Lofts and The Five Idols Ch. 01

Kara Lofts and The Five Idols Ch. 02

Kara Lofts and The Five Idols Ch. 03




        Kara Lofts and The Five Idols Ch. 01


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

"Anything," Kara said without hesitation.  
  
"Kara, don't!" Dex cried. "She thinks she's Quetlana! She'll trick you!"  
  
The woman, Quetlana, looked from one to the other. "Would I be right in
thinking you came to get this?" she asked, reaching down beside her throne and
producing a small, golden idol, almost identical to the one Kara had lost to
Jennifer weeks before. The only difference was the ancient inscription on the
base, proclaiming it to be the idol of Coatltainu, another of the five idols
needed to bring about the end of the world according to myth.  
  
"I came here to free my lover," Kara said, standing proud before the woman
despite her trousers being pulled down and her tits on display. "I don't give
a damn about the idol, the treasure, the pyramid or whatever the hell these
things are," she said, nodding at the green-skinned creatures that held her.
"I just want him free."  
  
"What would you be willing to do to free him?" Quetlana asked.  
  
"Anything," Kara said again.  
  
The gorgeous woman smiled. "I interrupted you and the spirit of the trees,"
she said. "You must still be terribly horny; the effect of the mist lasts
quite some time." She smiled, licking the side of the idol of Coatltainu. "The
creatures holding you are a creation of mine, the Quetari, able to be moulded
into whatever form I need them to be. Have sex with them now, and once
finished, you and your lover will be free."  
  
"How can I have sex with them?" Kara asked as all of the Quetari pushed her
down on to her knees and surrounded her. "They don't have any - - " She
stopped talking as the smooth, pale green groins of the creatures expanded,
large phalluses forming in front of her. There were no veins or ridges, just
thick tubes of waxy flesh hanging around her, each one a good eight inches
long. The Quetari in front of her hefted his large prick and offered it to
her, waving the bulbous head just in front of her lips.  
  
Perhaps it was the after-effect of the mist, perhaps her desire to free Dex,
perhaps it was just because she could rarely refuse a big cock or a
combination of all these things. Whatever it was, Kara eagerly leaned forward
and took the offered length between her lips, sucking and slurping at it,
feeling it harden in her mouth. Though it looked wax-like, she found it felt
like nothing more than a normal, if very smooth, dick and murmured in delight
as the Quetari pushed more of its lengthening cock deep into her mouth.  
  
To her left and right, the green-skinned creatures took her jacket and pulled
it off, quickly followed by her T-shirt and bra. Of her own accord, Kara
reached up and grasped their thick tubes of flesh in her hands, feeling them
grow hard and long in seconds as she stroked them. Behind her, she felt the
last of the creatures kneel down and push her trousers, complete with her
pistols in their holsters, down to her knees before simply snapping her
G-string and tossing it aside. Kara felt this last Quetari move close up
against her firm butt, its big prick literally snaking down the cleft of her
ass, finding its own way to her sopping pussy lips before nudging inside.  
  
"Mmmm - - god that's good," she breathed, taking the cock from her mouth for a
second. The first Quetari took her head and pushed it back on to his huge
member, making her gag momentarily as it fucked her mouth again. She jerked on
the two pricks in her hands while the last creature behind her held her hips,
sliding his prehensile cock deep into her juicy cunt over and over again. The
two at her sides reached down, each one groping at her huge tit mounds,
pinching her short, hard nipples.  
  
Kara gagged and coughed on the big prick of the Quetari fucking her mouth,
thick lines of spit running down its length and dribbling from her chin before
she was able to pull her head back and take a deep breath. She spat on the
cock and plunged her mouth over the swollen knob, taking it right back into
her throat.  
  
"It appears your lover likes this," Quetlana said to Dex, both of them
watching Kara's enthusiastic participation.  
  
"Of course she does," Dex said with a grin. "I've never known anyone who fucks
like her."  
  
The Quetari behind Kara pulled her back, forcing her to let go of the cocks in
her hands and the one in her mouth. It laid back, its constantly moving fuck
meat never pausing, and Kara went with it, ending up with her back laid on its
chest. The two creatures at her side grasped her trousers and pulled them off,
taking her boots with them, finally leaving her naked, her legs splayed wide.
She rode the one still fucking her for a few minutes, pushing her cunt along
its length as it wormed deep inside her.  
  
The one on her left moved up to her head, holding her hair as its cock slipped
between her lips, Kara blowing it as she had the first one. The Quetari on the
right straddled her chest, gripping her huge jugs and wrapping them around its
prick, tit-fucking her big mounds. The first one stepped between her legs and
took hold of her thighs, spreading them as wide as possible. Its cock proving
to be as flexible and prehensile as that of its partners, the long length slid
between Kara and the one fucking her, probing at her tight asshole before
pushing gently inside.  
  
"Oh fucking hell! Fuck yes!" Kara cried out as she felt two cocks sliding
inside her, one in her pussy, the other up her ass. "Fuck me you bastards!
Fuck me!" she shouted as the two Quetari between her legs did just that,
stuffing their pricks into both her holes as deep as they could with each
thrust. Kara groaned as the two huge fuck sticks writhed inside her, separated
by only a thin membrane, her pussy and ass contracting in pleasure around both
of them.  
  
"Oh fuck - - cumming!" she groaned before the Quetari at her side slid his
prick back into her mouth, muffling her groans as her body shook, her orgasm
rushing through her, centred around the big cocks in her cunt and asshole.
Astride her chest, the green-skinned creature still slid his thick length
between her big tits, the head of his prick bumping into the underside of her
chin every now and then.  
  
Between her legs, the two Quetari speeded up, their pricks sliding in and out
of her pussy and asshole even faster and in her dazed state, Kara could swear
she felt them thicken slightly. With a barely audible groan, the first sign of
any reaction from them, the pair of creatures shoved their cocks as deep as
they could and unloaded a huge amount of spunk inside her. There were no
separate spurts, however, just a constant stream of jism that poured from the
heads of both pricks into her cunt and asshole, quickly filling her up, and
running out around their lengths.  
  
A second later, the cock in her mouth thickened and, knowing what was about to
happen, Kara quickly pulled it free of her lips. The Quetari shook as a
viscous stream of spunk poured from the end of its prick, splashing over
Kara's face, the warm, sticky fluid laying in a thick pool over her gorgeous
features. Almost instantly it was joined by a second stream, this one from the
Quetari fucking her tits who lifted its thick length from between her melons
and pointed it at her face. Kara opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue,
both creatures directing their cum streams to her waiting mouth, quickly
filling it up no matter how fast she swallowed.  
  
As the streams of cum finally stopped, the Quetari moved away, the pair
between her legs slipping their cocks from her holes, making her moan in
disappointment and pleasure at the friction. The one straddling her chest
stepped off and the one at her head moved aside, Kara vainly trying to suck
its cock back into her mouth.  
  
Kara's face was a mess of spunk and as she sat up, much of it slid off and on
to her huge tits. Jism leaked from her freshly fucked pussy and asshole,
leaving her in a small puddle of cum. In a world of her own, caught up in the
sex, Kara sat dazed, scooping up the thick jism from her tits and licking it
off her fingers.  
  
"Mmmm, you are remarkable," Quetlana said, eyeing the horny redhead in front
of her. She stood and walked down to Kara, kneeling beside her. She cupped one
of Kara's big tits in her hand, spreading the thick layer of cum over the
heavy orb before offering her fingers to Kara, smiling as she licked them
clean. "I think I shall keep you here with me, in my collection."  
  
"But you said we could go free," Kara said quietly. She could feel herself
falling under some sort of spell, the same way she had in the jungle when the
mist had surrounded her. She tried to fight back but to no avail. All her will
had drained away.  
  
"I lied, my pretty one," Quetlana said. She leaned forward and kissed Kara who
passionately kissed her back, the remains of the Quetari cum smearing over
both their faces.




        Kara Lofts and The Five Idols Ch. 02


Kara woke some time later in a cell, naked and on a wooden cot, a simple
blanket pulled over her body, her head resting in the lap of her cell-mate who
stroked her long, bright red hair. She sat up, the blanket falling around her
waist, revealing her huge, firm tits and looked at the woman who'd been
stroking her hair, her eyes going wide with shock.  
  
"Jennifer?" she cried.  
  
Her ex-friend and lover, Jennifer Raven, sat smiling at her. The last time
Kara had seen her, Jennifer had been in the cargo hold of a plane that had
been falling to the ground, its engines on fire and with no parachutes. That
had been a month before and while the plane's wreckage had been found, no sign
of Jennifer had been seen.  
  
Now Jennifer sat almost unchanged from her ordeal, her long black hair pulled
into a ponytail, her expansive chest barely hidden by the ripped khaki shirt
that was tied together below her big jugs, all the buttons missing. The
matching shorts were held up by a piece of string tied through the belt loops,
again the original fastenings having been ripped off. Her long, smooth legs
and her feet were bare.  
  
The was one change: she now had a single, emerald coloured eye, the other
being lost and now covered with a patch.  
  
"Hello, my love," Jennifer said. "Surprise!"  
  
Despite the animosity that had built up between them over the years, Kara
couldn't stop herself from giving her a huge hug, their big tits squashing
together.  
  
"Oh my god, I can't believe it," Kara said, feeling Jennifer wrap her arms
around her back. "I thought you'd died in that plane crash."  
  
"I would have if not for the Taxlcoatl idol," Jennifer said. They broke the
hug but sat close to each other, holding hands, Jennifer's gaze occasionally
dropping to Kara's still naked breasts. "The world's changing, Kara," she
said. "You've seen the creatures this Quetlana has under her control? The
green skinned things? They're not the only manifestations of magic I've seen
over the last year."  
  
"What do you mean?" Kara asked.  
  
"The Taxlcoatl idol wasn't the first of the Five Idols I recovered, it was the
third," Jennifer said, actually managing to look a little guilty. "Even before
I found the first one, weird things have been happening around me, things
which only a few years ago I would have laughed at."  
  
"Like what?"  
  
"Magic, Kara. Mythical creatures coming to life. Magical weapons that can cut
through anything, a cloak that lets you fly, glass balls that really do let
you see the future and - - a golden idol of a Central American god that can
teleport you out of a crashing plane." Kara stared at her in amazement.
"That's how I escaped. Of course, I wasn't quite quick enough," she said,
tapping her eye patch.  
  
Kara reached out and stroked her cheek below the patch. "Magic?" she
whispered. "If I hadn't seen those green things earlier, I'd swear you were
making it up. But what are you doing here?"  
  
"Chasing the next idol, of course. My - - sponsor sent me here to find the
idol of Coatltainu. Trouble was, some spirit or goddess calling itself
Quetlana was already awake and here. It had already captured Dex, as I'm sure
you know, and it caught me and my assistant, Conchita. It left the body of the
woman it was using and possessed Conchita, giving her admittedly already
fantastic figure a bit of a boost."  
  
"I don't understand," Kara said.  
  
"Quetlana's incredibly vain. She altered Conchita's body, giving herself
bigger tits, a smaller waist, a tighter ass." Jennifer sighed. "In all
probability, she'll be keeping us to use as sex slaves during her
hibernation."  
  
"Hibernation?"  
  
"That's why those green things are bringing so much stuff into the pyramid.
She plans to sleep for a thousand years or something, sealing us all inside."  
  
"Then we have to get out of here," Kara said, standing up and heading to the
door, looking out through the small barred window. Jennifer stared at her
friend's naked ass and legs. "Have you tried to escape?" Kara asked her,
turning round. Noticing Jennifer's gaze, she looked down at her own naked body
and giggled despite the situation. "I don't suppose you've any spare clothes?"  
  
"I'm afraid not," Jennifer said, "though I have to say I'm not sure I'd give
you any even if I did. It's been too long since I've seen you naked." She lay
back on the cot, spreading her legs and tugging at the knot that held her
shirt together. The sides fell away as she cupped her big tits, staring at
Kara all the while. "I've missed you, Kara," she said.  
  
"And I've missed you," Kara replied. "But Dex is a prisoner of that woman and
I've got to rescue him."  
  
The briefest flash of annoyance soured Jennifer's face before she smiled
again. "I know and I have a plan now that you're here. The jailer will be
along soon to entertain himself with me. When he finds you, we can overpower
him and then get out of here."  
  
"Why haven't you tried that already?" Kara asked, a little suspicious.  
  
"The jailer's a big brute and on our own we'd never manage it. Together, we
may have a chance. In the meantime," Jennifer lifted one of her huge melons up
to her own lips, dipping her head and licking at the stiff nipple, watching
Kara all the while. She sucked her own nipple into her mouth, purring with
pleasure, sliding her other hand down her smooth belly to the piece of string
holding her shorts together. That came free with a slight tug and Jennifer
eased her fingers into her shorts, sliding them along the already wet and
slippery lips of her pussy.  
  
"Oh bloody hell," Kara whispered to herself, feeling her own body respond to
the show her ex-lover was giving her. She stepped over to the cot and knelt on
it, bending over Jennifer and kissing her tits, gently sucking at her other
nipple before swapping to the other. They kissed around her tit, Jennifer
letting go of her own mounds to firmly cup Kara's huge jugs. They kissed,
tongues darting into each other's mouths as they remembered happier times
together.  
  
Kara moved a hand down, joining Jennifer's in her shorts, easing a finger into
her slippery twat alongside her friend's, making her moan as she pushed it as
deep inside as she could, constrained by the material. They paused for a
moment, giggling as they worked together to get rid of the tight shorts,
Jennifer finally spreading her legs as wide as possible once they were gone.
The pair of them kissed as Kara eased two fingers back into Jennifer's eager
cunt, sliding them in and out as Jennifer gently strummed her own clit.  
  
"Fuck, I've missed you," Jennifer moaned, feeling her pussy tighten around
Kara's fingers as she slid a third inside, moving them faster, making the
pleasure build. Jennifer rubbed her clit, her head moving from side to side,
her single eye closed as she felt her orgasm approaching. Kara moved her head
down and sucked hard on her nipple, biting it gently, the slight pain bringing
a gasp from Jennifer. "Oh fuck - - fuck - - cumming!" she groaned, her body
shaking as she came.  
  
Kara moved down her body, sliding off the cot and on to her knees between
Jennifer's spread legs, her fingers still moving in and out of her cunt,
finger fucking her as she slowly came down from her cum.  
  
"Oh Jesus - - oh fuck that's good," Jennifer moaned, running her fingers
through Kara's bright scarlet hair as her lips and tongue joined in with her
fingers, Kara licking and slurping around the hard nubbin of her clit. The
cell was filled with Jennifer's gasping breath and the liquid sounds of her
sopping twat being fucked and licked by Kara. Jennifer reached down and
grabbed her legs behind the knees, pulling them up and apart, tilting her hips
up. Kara took the hint and while she continued eating her pussy, she slid one
of her fingers out of Jennifer's cunt and moved it lower, sliding it around
the tight ring of muscle around her asshole.  
  
"Mmmm - - still like - - your arsehole fucked?" Kara mumbled, her mouth full
of Jennifer's twat.  
  
"Oh fuck yeah - - oh Jesus - - fuck my ass - - fuck my pussy," Jennifer
groaned, feeling Kara slide first one then her little finger inside her tight
ass, both her holes now being finger fucked with two digits. "Uunnngghh! Fuck
- - fuck - - so good!" Jennifer cried as her friend licked, sucked and fucked
her. "Oh God - - Kara - - fucking cumming!" Jennifer squealed, her pussy and
ass contracting around Kara's fingers as she slid them deep into her holes.  
  
Jennifer slowly lowered her legs, making Kara move back up the cot, pulling
her fingers from her body. They kissed, Jennifer grabbing Kara's hand and
sucking all her fingers clean, sharing them with her as well.  
  
"Good God, Kara," Jennifer gasped. "You still know how to fuck me."  
  
"I should. You taught me." Kara said, taking hold of Jennifer's hand and
moving it between her own thighs. "Feel how wet I am?" she asked, gasping as
Jennifer slid three fingers deep inside her sopping cunt.  
  
"You always did get real wet, real fast," Jennifer said.  
  
From outside the cell door came the sound of heavy footsteps and they
instantly paused, looking over at the door.  
  
"The jailer," Jennifer whispered. "He's stupid but he's big. If we fuck him,
we can get the keys when he's distracted," she said quickly.  
  
"What?" Kara asked.  
  
Jennifer smiled up at her and pushed her fingers back into her pussy, making
her groan. "Come on, it's not the first time we've fucked someone to get out
of a sticky situation," she said. "Prague, a few years ago. Remember? Not to
mention Rome, Kabul, Adelaide, Buenos Aires,"  
  
"All right, all right, I remember," Kara groaned, pushing back against
Jennifer's fingers. "Just promise me, once we're out of this, we try and patch
things up,"  
  
"Sure, baby," Jennifer said, fingering her faster, the pair of them looking
over at the door as it opened, the jailer stepping into the room. "Whatever
you say,"  
  
Kara gasped, but not because of Jennifer's fingers. The jailer was big, as her
friend had said, but he also wasn't human. Standing perhaps seven feet tall,
the creature made Kara instantly think of a troll; completely bald with a
squat, pig like face minus the snout, leaving just two holes where a nose
should be, its big eyes seemed unintelligent to say the least. It was
muscular, though, and wasn't carrying any surplus fat, and wore a simple loin
cloth down to its knees and nothing else. In one of its hands, both of which
had three thick fingers, it held a large key which it placed on a hook near
the door. It was also a pale blue colour.  
  
"Bloody hell," Kara muttered as the thing seemed to notice her for the first
time.  
  
"Hurrr - - two pretties," it growled, a big smile spreading across its wide
mouth.  
  
"I call him Brute," Jennifer said. "He was quite rough at first, tearing my
clothes off, but I've taught him to be nicer," Jennifer pushed her friend off
her, sitting Kara on the bed. "Brute, this is Kara. She's going to be nice to
you as well, but remember you have to be nice back."  
  
"Me remember," Brute said. "You nice to Brute. Brute help you."  
  
"Help you do what?" Kara whispered to Jennifer.  
  
Jennifer shrugged. "You know, extra food, a blanket for the bed, that sort of
thing." As Brute wandered over to them, Jennifer took her hand and pulled her
on to the floor, the pair of them kneeling on the smooth stone. They each took
a hold of the waist strap of the creature's loin cloth and slowly pulled it
down his thighs, Kara's eyes widening as Brute's cock was revealed.  
  
"Bloody hell," she said again. "That's as big as my arm,"  
  
"And it's not even hard yet," Jennifer said, reaching out with two hands and
hefting Brute's thick, heavy, blue cock. She pointed it towards Kara. "Suck
it," she said, stroking the shaft. "He really likes that,"  
  
"Yar, Brute like," the monster said, his huge cock thickening under Jennifer's
hands. Kara didn't think twice but moved forward and began to kiss the spongy
head of his prick, licking around the large hole at the end of the knob. Brute
may not be human, she thought, but his big dick seemed to like the same thing
all the other men had.  
  
Brute reached down and cupped the back of her head with one of his enormous,
three-fingered hands, making her worry for a moment, but he gently pulled her
forwards, letting the bulbous head and the first few inches of his fuck meat
ease into her mouth. Kara eagerly began moving her mouth back and forth on his
prick feeling it harden on her tongue. Still stroking his shaft, Jennifer
moved forward and sat down on her ass, leaning up to lick and suck at his ball
sack, taking as much of the huge orbs into her mouth as she could.  
  
Brute bent over a little and moved his hands, running one down Jennifer's
smooth belly and between her thighs, the other over Kara's back and between
her ass cheeks. Jennifer groaned around his balls as he pushed his thick
middle finger deep into her pussy, fucking it back and forth slowly. Kara,
meanwhile, squealed as he tried to push a finger up her asshole.  
  
"Ow! Christ, Brute," she said, after taking his prick out of her mouth. "My
arse is too dry for that."  
  
"Remember - - what I taught - - you, Brute," Jennifer gasped from beneath his
balls, his finger still fucking her cunt.  
  
"Brute sorry," the beast mumbled. Before Kara knew what he was doing, he
coughed up a huge wad of saliva and spat it on to the small of her back, the
warm, slimy liquid oozing down the crack of her butt. He rubbed it in, running
his thick finger up and down her ass, smoothing it over her asshole. To her
surprise, Kara found the liquid heating gently, soothing her, sending a
tingling sensation through her skin.  
  
"It's gross, but that stuff - - feels fantastic," Jennifer said. "Give me
some, Brute," she said to him.  
  
"Hurr hurr," Brute laughed and spat another big hunk of clear phlegm, this
time towards his other hand which still worked between Jennifer's wide spread
legs. She purred as the warm, sticky fluid was spread around and inside her.  
  
As Kara sucked again on the monster's big, flared knob she felt his finger
once more probe at the tight opening of her butt. This time, the thick digit
covered in the slippery spit, she was ready and willing to receive it, pushing
back as Brute eased it inside bit by bit.  
  
"Mmmm," Kara purred happily, stuffing as much of his big length in her mouth
as she could while Brute crammed his thick finger deeper into her asshole.
Jennifer reached over and ran her fingers through Kara's neatly shaved pussy
lips, easing two then three inside her soaking wet cunt. She gasped, taking
Brute's cock out of her mouth, groping at her own big tits as she was finger
fucked in both holes.  
  
"Oh God - - oh fuck - - I'm cumming!" she moaned, leaning against Brute's huge
thigh as the pair of them fucked her faster, bringing her off quickly, their
fingers working in her pussy and ass. "Nnnggg - - ahhhh - - fuck," she gasped,
her legs shaking as she came. She slowly toppled forward, Jennifer moving out
of the way, and ended up on her elbows and knees, her head laying on the
floor, her big tits squashed beneath her, her ass high in the air.  
  
"Pretty," Brute grunted, taking his finger out of her ass and moving behind
her. Once again he spat a big blob of saliva out, this time on to his hand,
and spread it over her drenched pussy.  
  
"Mmmmm, feels good," Kara sighed.  
  
"It's about to feel a whole lot better," Jennifer said, kneeling next to her
and facing Brute, spreading her friend's butt cheeks wide.  
  
"No," Kara said weakly. "He's too big for my arse,"  
  
"Don't worry, baby," Jennifer said, "not even I would take this thing in my
butt." She looked up at the beast as she grabbed his huge blue cock.
"Remember, Brute: gently, okay?"  
  
"Gently," Brute said, nodding and grinning as Jennifer lined up the flared
knob of his prick with Kara's sopping twat. He moved forward slowly, Kara's
pussy lips parting as he inched his meat inside her.  
  
"Uhhhnnggg! Fuck - - fuck that's big!" Kara groaned as the thick tube of flesh
spread her wider than she'd probably ever been. Brute's warming, numbing
saliva eased any real discomfort, though, and as he followed Jennifer's
directions to start moving slowly in and out, Kara felt her pussy reacting to
the pleasure. "Oh Jesus - - oh bloody hell that's good!" she sighed as Brute
started fucking her with long, slow strokes.  
  
"It looks good, too," Jennifer said, watching their jailer's big blue dick
slide in and out of her friend's cunt. "More spit, Brute," she said, holding
Kara's ass cheeks apart. The monster did as she commanded, coughing out
another wad of thick saliva, dropping it on to Kara's butt. Jennifer ran her
fingers through it, sliding them over and around Kara's asshole before easily
slipping two fingers inside in time with Brute's slow thrusts.  
  
"Ahhhhh yes - - fucking hell, yes!" Kara moaned, feeling her ass invaded as
Brute's huge cock worked in and out of her twat.  
  
"So you still like your ass fucked, too?" Jennifer asked with a laugh. Kara
simply gasped and pushed back, the slippery spit allowing both her lovers to
fill her holes time and again. Jennifer had introduced her to anal sex, along
with many other variations, years before and she had never had enough of it.  
  
"Oh God -- I'm going to cum!" Kara groaned, her hands clawing at the stone
floor, her big tits squashed beneath her. She cried out, eyes closed, her
orgasm rippling through her loins as the pair of them fucked her. She almost
passed out, panting hard as the pleasure overtook her, Brute's enormous tool
still working in and out of her cunt.  
  
It took her a moment or two to realise that Jennifer was no longer beside her.
She turned her head towards the door and saw her ex-lover and ex-friend, now
wearing her tattered shorts and shirt again, heading out of the cell door, the
key in her hand.  
  
"You be gentle with her, Brute," Jennifer said.  
  
"Hurr - - gentle, yeah," Brute grunted, still shoving his big fuck meat into
Kara.  
  
"Jen - - Jennifer?" Kara gasped.  
  
"Sorry, Kara. Things to do, idols to steal, that sort of thing," Jennifer said
with a smile, her single emerald eye glinting. "You should be okay with Brute
here, though. That tight pussy of yours will have him cumming in no time. I'll
say hi to Dex if I see him."  
  
And with that, she was gone, locking the door behind her.  
  
Kara couldn't believe it. She'd done it again. Wormed her way into Kara's
affections, used her body and their time together to get her where she wanted
and left her to fend for herself.  
  
"Fuck!" she spat, more out of anger than pleasure, despite Brute's continued
thrusting, his big prick sliding effortlessly in and out of her well lubed
twat. She looked over her shoulder. "Come on, Brute," she said, pushing back
at him, forcing his tool even deeper. "Cum for me - - I want your cum,"  
  
"Hurr, hurr," the thing laughed. "Pretty want cum, pretty get cum." He pushed
her forward, grabbing her pert butt cheeks in both hands, and slid his big
dong out of her pussy. For a moment Kara worried that he would try and stuff
it into her asshole, but he simply moved back and sat on the bed, his legs
wide, his cock sticking straight out at her. "Pretty come get cum," he said
with a dopey smile.  
  
Kara turned round and crawled over to him, sucking and licking at the big,
blue knob as she reached it, the taste of her pussy and his spit surprisingly
good. As she gobbled the end of his prick, she used both hands to jack off the
rest of his length, wondering just what it would take to get him to cum. As it
was, Brute provided the answer by reaching over and pulling her closer, his
dick springing up between them and laying in the valley of her huge tits. He
grabbed them and squashed them around his dick.  
  
"Ow! Gently, Brute, remember?" Kara said, kneeling up with his cock between
her tits.  
  
"Sorry," Brute mumbled. She pushed his hands away and took hold of her own
mounds, wrapping them round his cock, sliding them up and down.  

"You like that, Brute? You like fucking big titties?"  
  
The beast simply laughed again, watching Kara move her impressive mounds of
tit flesh along his cock. They were too big for her hands and the orbs bulged
out around her fingers, the snug tunnel between them grasping his dick. As the
head of his prick bobbed in front of her, she licked what she could, feeling
the shaft tremble beneath her tongue.  
  
Brute groaned, his mouth lolling open as his cock lurched and came. A thick,
blue gel-like substance shot out of the end of his prick, reaching a foot or
more in the air before falling back down, landing heavily over Kara's
astonished face. It happened again, an even larger rope of the blue goo
splattering her from her forehead, across her cheek, down her jaw line and
landing on the tops of her breasts. As she fell back on to her haunches,
Brute's cock levelled out, pointing straight at her, and launched spurt after
spurt of thick blue cum across her face and tits.  
  
Kara couldn't help but swallow some and found it tasted sweet but not sickly.
She lifted her huge tits and licked them clean, at least until yet another
thick line of blue jizz landed across them, Brute's balls seeming to have a
never ending supply. She slid the slippery gel around her now shiny orbs, her
nipples hard beneath the warm, tingling fluid, one hand sliding down her
smooth belly to her shaved pussy. As the arcs of blue cum finally started to
dwindle, Kara rubbed the gel over her hard clit, dipping a couple of fingers
into her still stretched pussy, bringing herself to a gentle, mini-orgasm.  
  
When she cleaned the spunk out of her eyes, she found Brute had fallen asleep,
his once-impressive organ now limp between his thighs.  
  
"Typical," she muttered, scraping as much of his cum off her as she could
before examining the locked door. Made of thick, sturdy wood, there was no way
she could shift it; she'd just have to wait until Brute woke and then get him
to batter it down.  
  
"Kara?"  
  
She started at the voice: that was Dex!  
  
"Dex! Down here!" she shouted back and just a moment or two later, she heard
the key rattle in the lock and the door was opened to reveal her lover, Dex,
standing in ragged shirt and trousers. They hugged, Dex not caring about
whatever she was covered in.  
  
"Oh God, I thought I'd never see you again," he said.  
  
"I know, I know," Kara said. "How did you get here?"  
  
Dex looked at her. "It was Jennifer. She crept into the throne room and
knocked Quetlana out. Once that happened, all those green things, the Quetari,
just stopped moving. I figure they were dependent on her."  
  
"Where is she now? Jennifer, I mean. She left me here,"  
  
"She tossed me the keys to the cage I was in, told me where you were and gave
me the keys to the cells. Then she took the idol of Coatltainu and did
something with it and her and Quetlana vanished. Just disappeared right in
front of me."  
  
Behind Kara, Brute belched and groaned.  
  
"We should get out of here," Kara said. "Before he wakes up,"  
  
Dex nodded. Hand in hand, they ran down the corridor, heading for the exit.  
  
†††††††††††  
  
Three weeks later, Kara and Dex sat in one of the many rooms of Lofts Manor
with her father Sir Arthur, and his maid Sophie attending them. It had taken
Kara and Dex some time to get through the jungle, a situation made easier by
Kara finding her clothes, weapons and backpack still in the throne room of the
pyramid. Eventually, they'd reached civilisation and been able to contact her
father who had arranged transport back to England.  
  
"Still no sign of Jennifer?" Sir Arthur asked.  
  
"No," Kara said. "No, she's gone, probably looking for the last of the idols
for her mysterious sponsor."  
  
"And what will they do once they have all five? Bring about the end of the
world?" Sir Arthur laughed.  
  
"I don't think even Jennifer's that crazy," Dex said.  
  
A bell rang in the hall and Sophie left to answer the door.  
  
"We've found no clues to the location of the last idol, either," Kara said.
"The last mention we could find was that it was in Europe during the Second
World War. After that, nothing."  
  
"Well, let's hope it's far away from here," Sir Arthur said, sipping at his
tea, "and that Jennifer doesn't find it."  
  
The drawing room door opened and Sophie walked in, her eyes wide in fear.  
  
"Sir? Ma'am? A visitor for you," she said.  
  
Jennifer Raven stepped out from behind her, a pistol jammed into Sophie's
ribs. Behind Jennifer was her assistant, the Latina Conchita whom Kara and Dex
had last seen being possessed by the spirit of Quetlana.  
  
"Good afternoon, everyone," Jennifer said with a smile. "I do hope I'm not
interrupting."




        Kara Lofts and The Five Idols Ch. 03


_This picks up straight from Part 2 so you might want to read that first._  
  
†††††††††††  
  
"Jennifer!" Kara gasped, looking at her former lover and friend who stood in
the doorway, a pistol jammed into the ribs of Sophie, the maid who'd just let
her in. Moving into the room from behind them was Conchita, a very buxom
Latina that Jennifer had employed as her assistant. She, too, was armed with a
pistol, aiming hers at Kara.  
  
"Let's not do anything hasty, my friends," Jennifer said with a smile, her
single emerald eye glinting, the other covered by a silken patch that matched
her jet black hair. "After all, we wouldn't want the lovely Sophie here to get
hurt, would we?"  
  
She ran her free hand up Sophie's side, cupping the maid's ample bosom and
squeezing it gently. In years gone by, when Jennifer and Kara had been an
item, Sophie had often joined in their torrid lovemaking and had welcomed
Jennifer's advances. Now, the act caused her to shrink away from her touch as
much as she could.  
  
"Jennifer, what are you doing here?" Sir Arthur said. He too had been a
willing partner of Jennifer's, though he had drawn the line at having sex with
his own daughter, Kara.  
  
"Looking for the last idol, of course. My sponsor tells me it's actually
hidden in the basement of Lofts Manor. Who'd have guessed, eh?"  
  
"But that's preposterous," Sir Arthur said. "I know all of the items in this
house and I definitely don't have an idol to a Central American god hidden in
the basement."  
  
Kara stood, her boyfriend Dex rising beside her.  
  
"Jennifer, can't we stop this now, before it goes any further?" Kara said.
"You told me in that pyramid that you'd missed me, that things could be
different. Let Sophie go, please."  
  
"Come on, Jen," Dex said. "Let's talk about this."  
  
Jennifer glared at Dex. "Let's not." She turned to Kara. "My sponsor thinks
the statue of Xaoctl is in your basement so why don't we go take a look? You
and Sophie can come with me; Conchita, you can keep Dex and Sir Arthur up here
as added insurance, to make sure Miss Lofts doesn't try anything silly."  
  
"Por supuesto, mi amor," Conchita said, aiming her pistol towards the two men,
motioning Dex to sit back down next to Sir Arthur. "This one I remember from
when Quetlana was in my head," she said, looking at Dex. Quetlana, a South
American goddess, had possessed Conchita, giving the already busty Latina an
even larger pair of tits and a smaller waist as well as fucking Dex and anyone
else she felt like. "Maybe after mi amante gets the idol, we get together,
si?" she said, blowing him a kiss.  
  
"Forget it," Dex said. "Not going to happen."  
  
"Your loss, she's very good," Jennifer said over her shoulder as she marched
Kara and Sophie out of the room and into the large hall.  
  
Two staircases, one on either wall, led up to the next floor, with dark wood
panelling running the length of them. In the middle of the wall that ran from
one staircase to another was the door to the basement, made in such a way to
appear as part of the wooden panelling, allowing it to blend in.  
  
"Would you be a dear and open that?" Jennifer asked Kara, one hand still
around Sophie's waist, the other holding the pistol against her side. As Kara
bent over to grasp the small table in front of the door and move it to one
side, Jennifer whispered in Sophie's ear, "Look at that ass. Obviously it's
her tits that catch your eye first, but my, what a butt she's got."  
  
Sophie nodded slightly, partly out of fear of the pistol at her side, partly
in agreement. Kara's tight jeans stretched lovingly across her pert ass,
framing her buttocks perfectly, while her spaghetti strap vest was pushed to
the max to contain her huge tits.  
  
Kara looked back at them. "I don't suppose you'd believe me if I said the door
was locked?"  
  
Jennifer pouted comically. "No, my dear, I wouldn't. Open it up and switch the
light on, as well."  
  
Kara turned the small, subtle handle and opened up a section of the wood
panelling before reaching inside and switching the light on. A short staircase
led down to the basement and, at a nod from Jennifer, Kara walked down, her
ex-lover and her hostage following her. While it wasn't used on a daily basis,
the area was cleaned regularly and it led them down into a spacious, well-lit
area lined with metal shelving along the walls as well as several racks of
shelves free standing in the middle of the room.  
  
Each of the shelves was packed with boxes or crates, each clearly labelled
detailing the contents. Sir Arthur was meticulous in his collecting and was
confident, as he had said, that there was no chance Jennifer's last golden
idol could be in his collection.  
  
"Everything's listed and inventoried on the computer," Kara said, indicating a
desk where an old PC and monitor sat, used only for keeping the inventory up
to date. "Easiest thing to do would be to check that."  
  
"Or you could just hunt through the boxes for one that has a red star on the
front," Jennifer said. "If your father doesn't know it's in his stuff, he
wouldn't have included it on the list, but my sponsor knows it's in a box with
a red star." She looked out towards the large array of shelving. "Get
looking."  
  
Kara took the opportunity to wink at Sophie and quickly mouth "Distract her,"
before moving off amongst the shelves, starting to look for a single box in
the huge collection.  
  
Jennifer pulled Sophie closer into her, nuzzling at her ear. "Sophie, my
sweet? You know we've had some fun in the past and that I really don't want to
hurt you, don't you?" she asked, the maid nodding her head. Jennifer moved her
free hand over the swell of Sophie's big tits, cupping and gently squeezing
them. "These tense situations always get me horny," Jennifer said, slowly
playing with the buttons on Sophie's blouse. "Do you think - -?"  
  
Realising what Kara had meant, Sophie pushed her pert ass back into Jennifer's
groin, at the same time reaching up and unbuttoning her blouse pulling the
sides apart to reveal her big tits in their black, lacy bra.  
  
"Mmmm, I'd forgotten just how lovely your tits are," Jennifer said, kissing
Sophie on the neck as she slid her hand into the cups of her bra, feeling her
nipples harden beneath her fingers. Sophie gasped as the other woman pinched
her hard nips, tweaking them in that mixture of pleasure and pain that she
liked. Hostage situation or not, the maid found it hard to resist her captor.  
  
"Open your pants," Jennifer whispered to her, smiling as Sophie did as she was
told, unbuttoning the tight pants she wore and pulling the zip down. Jennifer
quietly placed her pistol on the desk next to them and then slid her hand
under the now loosened waistband, cupping Sophie's gorgeous ass while she
played with her tits with her other hand. "No underwear, Sophie," Jennifer
sighed, running her hand over the girl's butt. "You bad girl,"  
  
Jennifer's hand slid under Sophie's butt and she grinned as she felt the maid
part her legs of her own accord, allowing her fingers to slip into her by now
soaking wet pussy. Jennifer easily pushed two fingers into her twat, sliding
them slowly in and out, as deep as the awkward angle would allow her.  
  
"Oh, fuck," Sophie moaned, twisting her neck and kissing Jennifer as she felt
her captor's fingers probe deep inside her wetness, her index finger sliding
forward and gently stroking her clit. "Oh fucking hell, don't stop," she
sighed, pushing her butt back against Jennifer.  
  
"Wish we had - - more time," Jennifer gasped through her kisses. "Want to - -
fuck you - - properly,"  
  
"Then stay with us," Sophie sighed. "Give this up."  
  
Jennifer leaned back and looked at the maid as she sped up the movement of her
fingers, slipping them faster and faster, in and out of her pussy.  
  
"Why don't you come with me, instead?" she asked her.  
  
Sophie groaned, her body starting to shake as her orgasm built up and she was
about to answer when the sound of a scream and a gunshot came from upstairs.
Jennifer turned to look back at the stairway to find Kara creeping up behind
her, the golden idol in her hands above her head. As she swung it down,
Jennifer pulled her hands free and pushed Sophie around, into her path. Before
she could stop herself, Kara hit her maid over the head with the idol and
Sophie tumbled to the ground.  
  
"Fuck! Sophie!" Kara cried, dropping the golden statuette and kneeling beside
her.  
  
Jennifer swooped down and took hold of the idol, pressing something on the
side of the base before glancing around, smiling up at the ceiling. A glowing
line forming three sides of a square appeared in the plain, white ceiling, the
last edge forming a hinge as a section of it swung down in front of her. On
the upper-side of the section, rough hewn steps formed a basic ladder which
Jennifer quickly jumped up to, pulling herself into the space revealed above
the steps.  
  
"What the fuck?" Kara whispered as she looked up to see her ex-lover climbing
into a space which simply shouldn't exist. Above the cellar was the hall and
the rest of the manor.  
  
"Ow, bloody hell," Sophie said quietly, rubbing the back of her head.  
  
"Kara?" Dex shouted from the top of the stairs.  
  
"Down here, hurry!" Kara said. She pecked Sophie on the top of the head before
turning to the new stairs that hung from the ceiling. Jennifer had vanished
into the darkness above and, as Kara watched, the steps began to rise. "Oh no
you don't," she said and leapt forward, grabbing the bottom step. Her weight
slowed them down, but they continued to rise.  
  
"Kara? What's going on?" Dex said as he entered the cellar, Conchita's pistol
in his hand. "Where's Jennifer?"  
  
"Help me," she said, her feet leaving the ground as the steps rose to join the
ceiling. Dex jumped up and their combined weight pulled the steps down a
little. "She's gone up there," Kara said. "I have to get after her."  
  
"What? Wait a second," Dex said, straining to keep the steps from rising.
"Where does this lead?"  
  
"No idea, my love," Kara said, "but I have to find her,"  
  
She leaned over and kissed him briefly before pushing herself up and on to the
steps, rushing into the darkness.  
  
"Kara! Wait!" Dex called as the steps rose too fast for him to follow and he
was forced to let go. The ceiling sealed itself behind her, leaving him and
Sophie in the cellar, staring up at it.  
  
"Kara? Everything all right?" Sir Arthur said from the doorway. He looked at
the other pair. "Dexter? Sophie? Where are Kara and Jennifer?"  
  
"I wish I knew, Sir Arthur," Dex said, looking up at the plain white ceiling.  
  
† † † † † † † †  
  
Kara peered ahead, squinting to try and make sense of what she was seeing. As
the trap door had closed behind her, she'd realised she was in a long corridor
roughly carved out of rock, more a tunnel than anything else. But this was a
tunnel that should not have been here; it made no sense when she thought of
the cellar and the stairs - - she should be in the hall of Lofts Manor, not
wherever here was.  
  
A dim light far ahead was the only thing she could see apart from the faint
glow of the rocks around her, given off by a light coating of some luminous
gel-like substance. As there was no trace of the steps or trap door that she'd
entered by, it seemed going forward was the only option.  
  
"I'm in a dark tunnel about to head towards the light," she whispered to
herself. "Not really a good idea in any film I've ever seen."  
  
She stood, feeling above her to check the height of the tunnel, and was
relieved to find she could stand upright. Her hand touched the stone ceiling
and came away coated in the gel which glowed a little brighter.  
  
"Weird," she muttered as the stuff gave off enough light for her to see a few
feet ahead. Holding her hand out, using the gel as a torch, she walked off
towards the dim glow a long way off.  
  
At the end of the tunnel, it turned to the left before opening out into a much
larger chamber and it was from here that the glow was coming. Kara carefully
looked around the rough arch that formed the entrance, her eyes widening as
she took in the sight.  
  
Ahead of her, on her knees but facing away from her, was Jennifer. Her clothes
were tossed aside leaving her naked, her long black hair pulled into a
ponytail falling down her bare back, her round, pert ass sat on her heels.
Jennifer's arms were held up and in front of her, her wrists together, her
head bowed. The sides of her huge tits were clearly visible, her pale skin
almost golden in the light. In spite of everything, Kara couldn't help licking
her lips at the vision her ex-lover, always so dominant, being so submissive.  
  
Arranged on a rough shelf in front of Jennifer were the five golden idols
she'd done so much to find over the last few months and behind each of them
was a large candle, the source of the glow that lit the chamber.  
  
Above them, though, and looking completely out of place in this ancient, rough
hewn place, was a large, flat screen television mounted on the wall. On the
screen was a handsome man in a suit and tie, sat at a desk. He was flanked by
four women, two either side, all naked, all gorgeous, all with tits as big as
Jennifer or Kara. The weirdest thing about the scene, though, was the man's
skin: it was a deep, dark red.  
  
"Thank you, Jennifer," the man said, obviously able to see her in front of
him. "You've done well to find these idols."  
  
"I am here to serve you, Master," Jennifer said without looking up. Kara
frowned - - she'd never heard Jennifer be so subservient.  
  
"That's good to hear," the man said. "Complete the ritual and our reign on
your Earth can begin at last."  
  
"Your Earth?" Kara whispered to herself, watching as Jennifer stood up and,
one by one, kissed the golden idols on the shelf. She took hold of the candles
and, not letting the flames extinguish, dripped molten wax over the tops of
the gold statues. When all five had a coating of the pale, creamy wax, she
moved the idols together into a circle and chanted something that Kara
couldn't quite make out. Obviously finished, she stepped back and returned to
her previous position, kneeling down, arms up and out, wrists together.  
  
"Arise, my lord," Jennifer said. "Arise so that the gate may be opened to our
Master."  
  
The wax coating the idols began bubbling and moving, replicating itself as it
poured from the statuettes and over the edge of the shelf on to the floor in
front of Jennifer. It pooled briefly before starting to grow, using vastly
more wax than the candles could have produced, until it started to form a
column which grew to seven or eight feet tall. It bulged and rippled, as
though something writhed inside it, before it appeared to split into sections.
A head formed, followed by arms and legs until, as the wax stopped pouring
from the shelf, a giant figure of a muscular man stood before Jennifer.  
  
"Complete the ritual, Jennifer," the man on the television screen said.  
  
Jennifer looked up at the newly created wax man and grinned as she saw the big
cock that hung in front of her, twitching in anticipation as the wax man
looked down at the busty, naked woman. She placed her hands on his thighs,
loving the warm feel of the soft wax, and pulled him closer, opening her mouth
and taking the heavy knob of his prick between her lips.  
  
She moaned in pleasure as the warm length filled her mouth, thickening
steadily and increasing in length, nudging the entrance to her throat and
making her gag slightly before she relaxed and felt the smooth, round head
slip down her gullet. The wax man pushed his hips forward as Jennifer pulled
herself on to him, his entire cock sliding down her throat, her nose finally
nudging the hairless base of his prick. The wax man threw his head back and
let out a long, satisfied groan before looking down at Jennifer as she worked
her mouth and throat back along his prick, took a gulp of air, then travelled
the entire length once more. She started rocking back and fore, building up a
rhythm, fucking her face with his cock over and over, occasionally pausing to
breathe and to spit out thick wads of saliva that ran over his huge cock as
well as down her chin and over her massive tits.  
  
At the entrance to the chamber, Kara watched, fighting the urge to either slip
her hand down her jeans and finger her soaking wet cunt or to rush over and
join in. Her hard nipples pushed against the thin cotton of her spaghetti
strap vest, one of her hands idly hefting her own huge jugs.  
  
Whatever was going on here, she knew, was the ritual the man on the screen had
mentioned. Whether the legend about the five idols being able to end the world
was true or not, Kara had to admit that in the last couple of months she'd
seen things that made it seem possible. Magic obviously existed - - she'd just
seen a man form itself from wax - - and she couldn't take the chance that this
ritual was somehow tied into the idols and the end of the world.  
  
She looked around at the floor and spotted a handful of stones and wondered if
she could disrupt things by attacking the wax man with them. She bent over and
picked one up, weighing it in her hand, trying to decide whether to throw it
or run and attack with it. From behind her came a loud, wet, slap as something
fell from the roof of the tunnel on to the floor. Kara turned and saw a large,
clear gelatinous blob moving quickly towards her. As she turned to run into
the chamber, several thick tentacles shot out from the main body and wrapped
around her arms, legs and waist, lifting her off the floor, making her drop
the stone.  
  
"Fuck!" she cursed, struggling against the warm, wet coils around her. Where
the thing touched her, the gel glowed brightly and she realised this was the
creature that had left the goo on the ceiling she'd found earlier.  
  
Still holding her up, the thing moved into the chamber.  
  
"Ah, this must be the delightful Miss Lofts," the man on the screen said,
turning to look at her as the blob brought her closer. "Continue the ritual,
Jennifer," he said, glancing over at her. Kara saw her ex-lover turn back to
the wax man, swallowing the huge cock that hung between his legs once more.  
  
"Tell this thing to let me go, you bastard!" Kara said.  
  
"Oh I don't think that would be very wise for me and my associates," the man
said, indicating the four naked, busty women behind and beside him. "You see,
we're about to make some changes to your world with the able assistance of
Miss Raven, there."  
  
Almost on cue, Jennifer let out a long moan. Kara saw she'd changed position,
still on her knees but now with the wax man behind her, her arms held by his
behind her back, her huge tits thrusting out towards Kara as the wax man slid
his big cock in and out of her pussy.  
  
"Fuck - - so fucking good," Jennifer moaned aloud.  
  
"Who are you?" Kara asked the man on the screen. "What's going on here?"  
  
"You mean apart from Jennifer having the fuck of her life?" the man said with
a smile. "She's performing a sexual magic ritual which will enable me and my
associates to enter your world from ours. We'll make some changes to your
world's reality, give Jennifer some power for helping us and move on to the
next. Think of it as a merger and acquisition, if you like."  
  
"Unnngghhh - - fuck! Ohhhh fuck! Cumming!" Jennifer cried beside her, the wax
man's steady fucking bringing her to orgasm.  
  
"Jealous?" the man on the screen asked Kara. "Jennifer's getting all the
attention and there you are, so perfectly fuckable in those jeans and that
tight vest that's really having trouble holding in those magnificent breasts.
I bet you'd love some cock right now, wouldn't you?"  
  
"God damn you, stop this!" Kara shouted, struggling in the gel thing's
clutches. She didn't want to admit that watching Jennifer getting fucked had
turned her on, nor that the feel of the warm, wet tentacles was making it
worse - - or better, she wasn't quite sure.  
  
"It's alright, Kara. Jennifer's told us you're open to new experiences like
the jailer in the pyramid. I think you might like your new friend if you relax
a little."  

He waved his hand in front of his face and Kara felt her anger subside as a
warm glow rushed through her. It was like the red mist outside the pyramid all
over again: her anger and frustration gave way to a feeling of intense desire
and she shuddered in delight and anticipation as she felt a warm, flat
tentacle slide between her belly and her jeans and under the G-string she
wore. Another slid under the back of her jeans, gliding on its own lube
between the cheeks of her ass. They met at the juncture of her thighs and she
groaned in lust as she felt them enter her, one in her sopping wet pussy, the
other up her tight asshole, both of them swelling as they eased inside her.  
  
"Ohhh, fuck - - fucking hell," Kara moaned, feeling the two tentacles begin
pushing back and forth inside her pussy and ass, fucking both her holes with
long, slow strokes that went deep into her core. "Oh Jesus - - uhhggnnn, fuck!
Oh fuck me - - fucking hell - - fuck that's so good,"  
  
"Ahhhhh - - uuuhhhhhnnn - - fuck!" Jennifer cried out in what appeared to be a
mixture of pain and pleasure. Kara, concentrating mostly on her own pleasure,
half-heartedly looked over at her. Jennifer was now on her hands and knees,
the wax man hunched behind her, holding her perfect ass cheeks apart as he
shoved his huge cock into her butt. Jennifer's single eye widened as he pushed
his thick length further and further into her asshole, before she smiled at
Kara and pushed back at him, easing her ass onto his big prick.  
  
"Join us," Jennifer gasped to her ex-lover. "Join us and - - uhhhh, fuck - -
and we can - - fuck like this - - forever."  
  
Kara felt the tentacles of the gel creature continue to double fuck her,
bringing her almost insanely quick to the first of many orgasms, her pussy and
asshole contracting tight around the slippery pricks inside her. Bigger,
fatter tentacles emerged at her sides and began groping and gently squeezing
her huge tits; one her vest straps snapped, the gorgeous, pale orb of her tit
exposed briefly before the warm, clear gel covered it. As it fucked her, the
contact with her skin made the thing glow brighter and brighter, forcing Kara
to close her eyes as she came again and again.  
  
Beside her, the wax man threw back its head and bellowed as it unleashed a
torrent of cum into Jennifer's ass, triggering another climax for her.  
  
Kara was vaguely aware of the sound of breaking glass and a man's laughter
before the tentacles of the gel creature brought her off again, and as she
moaned in pleasure and lust, she sank into unconsciousness.  
  
† † † † † † † †  
  
When she woke, the cavern was almost completely dark, the only light source
being the cooling gel that covered most of her body. Jennifer and the wax man,
along with the golden idols, had vanished and the large screen TV on the wall
was dark, the glass front smashed and in pieces.  
  
She stood uncertainly, still feeling the after effects of the fantastic fuck
she'd had, her pussy and ass tender but feeling good. Carefully, using the
light from the gel, she moved back to the tunnel entrance, the only way out of
the cavern. Retracing her steps, she walked the length, pausing only to try
and reconnect the strap on her vest to save her wandering around half-topless.  
  
The tunnel came to an abrupt end and she knelt down, wondering if the stairs
she'd climbed up to get here were still there, or whether she'd end up stuck
in this place forever. At her approach, however, the floor of the tunnel
cracked, the two sides moving apart to reveal a fine sand below. The gap
increased until it was perhaps three feet wide and Kara watched as the sand
began to move, swirling around, forming a funnel.  
  
As the light from the gel started to dim, Kara shrugged her shoulders.  
  
"Nowhere else to go, I suppose," she said, and jumped feet first into the
funnel.  
  
There was a second of darkness before she landed on the floor of the Lofts
Mansion cellar and smiled as she realised she'd returned safe and sound.
Looking around herself, though, she frowned. The shelving units were bare and
many of them had been tossed aside, leaning against each other in crumpled
masses. The whole place was covered with dust and the only light was the dim
sunlight from the open door to the stairs.  
  
Kara walked up the stairs and carefully looked into the hall, gasping quietly
at the destruction in front of her. Almost all the wood panels had been
stripped from the staircases; the tiled floor was cracked and torn up in many
places; there were no doors in the frames; the large windows that looked out
on to the grounds had no glass, just large sheets of plastic tied to the metal
frames.  
  
She stepped out and headed to the living room only to be faced with a similar
scene - - furniture had been broken, much of it obviously ending up in the
large fireplace; the pictures and portraits that once hung on the walls were
gone; the carpet had been pulled up and many floorboards were missing.  
  
"Kara?" said a surprised voice from the other side of the room.  
  
She looked up and her cry of joy died in her throat. Dex stood looking at her
in amazement but - - he had a beard; his clothes were tattered and torn; a
long scar ran from underneath the sleeve of his T-shirt to the wrist of his
right arm; and he looked old and tired.  
  
"Dex?" she asked, rushing over to him, glad to see him no matter what he
looked like. She hugged him, smiling as he finally hugged her back.  
  
"Kara, where have you been?" he asked.  
  
She looked at him. "You know. I followed Jennifer into that tunnel not that
long ago."  
  
"Kara, you went into that tunnel eight years ago."  
  
"What?" she asked quietly.  
  
"Kara?" said her father from the doorway. "Kara, is that you?"  
  
She rushed over to hug him, noticing how frail and thin he was before jumping
in surprise as Sophie appeared beside her, hugging her mistress and Sir
Arthur. Even in her confused state, Kara couldn't help notice that Sophie
hadn't changed anywhere near as much as Dex or her father; she was still as
busty and slim as ever.  
  
"Where have you been, my love?" Sir Arthur asked. "We thought we'd lost you
forever."  
  
"But I've only been gone maybe less than an hour," Kara said, stepping back
and looking at the three of them.  
  
"It's been eight years," Dex said again. "We didn't know what happened to you
after you vanished into that tunnel, but by the next morning the world - - "
He drifted off.  
  
"The world changed, Kara," Sir Arthur said. "Most of the technology started to
break down. Before the end of television and the internet, there were reports
from all around the world of mythical creatures suddenly appearing. They
caused havoc; armies were quickly torn apart; nuclear defences simply vanished
into thin air; millions of people fell to the invaders."  
  
"Invaders?"  
  
"An army of bizarre, magical creatures led by five women," Sophie said. "One
of them was Miss Raven - - Jennifer. They took over the world in a matter of
days, crushing all before them. Jennifer set herself up somewhere in America
as queen of the world, leaving the rest of the world to get on with life as
best it could."  
  
"Oh my god," Kara said, remembering what the red skinned man on the television
had said. "She really did end the world." At their confused looks, she told
them briefly of what had happened in the cavern, leaving out the fantastic sex
she'd had with the gel creature.  
  
"She's certainly done something to the world," Dex said. "All the men that are
left are aging, growing weaker like me and your father. The women, though," he
glanced at Sophie with no malice in his gaze. "All the women are incredibly
hot."  
  
Sophie blushed a little and smiled.  
  
"We have to do something," Kara said. "We have to get the world back to
normal."  
  
Dex took her by the hand and led her to the windows which, like the hall, were
large sheets of plastic hung on the frames. Sophie helped Sir Arthur over to
them and the four of them looked out.  
  
Beyond the house was a gravel drive and, after that, an overgrown lawn. As the
Manor sat atop a small hill, they could see in the growing gloom of evening
fires burning out of control in many places. A troop of what seemed to be
horsemen rode past the gates at the bottom of the hill before Kara realised
they were actually centaurs. Something that looked very much like a dragon
flapped its huge wings as it flew over the remains of the town below them,
flying off into the distance. Far away, spoiling the horizon, was a huge
volcano that belched fire and smoke.  
  
"We can't really remember what normal was," Dex said sadly.  
  
"Shit," Kara said after a minute's thought. "We've got our work cut out for
us."




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