Kiko vs. the Last Temple of Sodom

by Shon Richards © 1998

A man stumbled out of the cave. Green scorpions carpeted his body. As the two bystanders watched, the man dropped to the ground screaming in agony as streaks of poison began appearing on his skin. The older of the men pulled out his pistol and calmly blasted the suffering man's head off. This act of mercy didn't bother the younger man as he was fascinated by the way the scorpions appeared to crumble to dust in the sunlight.

"Oh shit, poor Johnson," the younger one whispered before he vomited into a bush. "What do you make of that Dad?"

Anthony Caine scratched his chin and holstered his pistol before answering. "Obviously Daniel," he began, "we have stumbled upon an ancient place dedicated to one of those forbidden gods that have yet to perish in modern times. As you can tell by the scorpions, there is some kind of power within that preserves creatures so that they can attack and annihilate anyone who dares intrude. I suspect that the entire complex is riddled with traps, monsters and perils as well as treasure beyond anyone's wildest dreams. It would take someone with a rare sense of cunning, intelligence and skills to survive this gauntlet of Death we have found."

"So are we going next?" his son asked.

"Don't be stupid," he answered. "A man could get killed in there! Besides, our employer, the devious Mr. Yugokumach, has already offered us an alternative. Come with me to the van and I'll show you."

As they walked, Daniel became more excited. "I knew there was something special in that van! You wouldn't even let Johnson ten feet near it or let me look at it too long."

"That's because Mr. Yugokumach had some rather strict requirements about how we used the gift he gave us," answered Anthony.

Anthony Caine opened the back doors of the van to reveal a startling interior to the younger Caine. Inside was a cage that was as tall as the van would allow. Behind the steel bars was a bound Asian woman who was chained spread-eagle standing up. She was wearing a purple one-piece swimsuit that was stretched tightly over her incredibly large breasts. Various purple ribbons tied on her arms and legs caused her considerable muscles to stand out. Her feet were encased in long thigh high leather boots that were perched on impossible seven inch heels. She looked to Daniel like a comic book fantasy bimbo come to life, and she was chained in his father's van!

"Dad, is this your sex slave?" Daniel asked with new found respect.

"Of course not." He answered. "You know that the blonde coed tied up in my tent is my sex slave. This girl is the secret weapon I was talking about. Her name is Kiko."

At the mention of her name, Kiko raised her head. She shook her long black hair out of her face and regarded them with full black eyes. Her lips parted and smiled. Daniel's natural instincts caused him to reach for his gun before he noticed what he was doing. Trying to shake the creepy feeling she gave him, he asked his father why she was dressed like that.

"It's a sad testament to how the rich always seem to be a little off their rocker son. Mr. Yugokumach has trained his daughter in many martial arts and other useful skills in order to create his own personal Ninja. Unfortunately, his concept of Ninjas come from the comic books he has read. Therefore he has inflated his daughter's chest and created that ridiculous outfit so that she would 'look right'. He also insists that she remains celibate because he believes it keeps her at her best. Personally I think he's just justifying every father's natural instinct to keep his daughter a nun."

"Damn," his son said quietly. "This means we can't fuck her doesn't it?"

"That's correct." Anthony said. "Mr. Yugokumach may be a nut, but he's paying for this expedition, so he can make up the rules."

Kiko spoke for the first time and said "Oh shit! I was hoping I could tempt you guys into a gangbang."

Daniel watched fascinated as she twisted and somehow slipped her hands out of her handcuffs. He became only a little alarmed when she was able to unfasten her ankle cuffs with sharp taps from her palms. Now she stood before them still inside her cage but somehow far more dangerous.

"No gangbangs today my dear lady," said Anthony Caine. "Today you will try to penetrate the Lost Refuge of Sodom and make it out alive."

"Sodom?" Kiko asked, her curiosity peaked by the idea of anal sex. "Wasn't Sodom destroyed in the Bible for being wicked?"

"That is true," Anthony replied, "but it is hinted at in 'The Sixty-nine Sins of Sister Sarah Bedford' that a small group of refugees escaped the devastation of their city and came across the sea. The legend is that they came across vast distances to create a monument to their fallen glory. The greatest and most perverted wizards created a safe a place for the last Sodomites to spend their final days."

"Also mentioned in that fascinating book is a fabulous treasure called the Emerald Rod of Might. This Rod is allegedly two feet long of solid gem cut emerald. As you can imagine, it's the lure of this material treasure that has lured your father into commissioning this exploration even though the value of finding a biblical era ruins would far out way any value of a mere gem."

Kiko looked at Anthony for a minute, trying to determine if he was nuts or not. She was familiar with nuts by being around her father, so she could tell that Anthony was sane.

"Oh I'm sure my father wants me exploring dangerous ruins for something shiny," Kiko began, "but wouldn't you guys rather explore something hot and wet instead?"

She smoothed her hands down over her chest for emphasis as she said those words. Anthony and his son had no response as they watched the busty Asian pinch and pull her nipples through the sheer swimsuit. In fact they were holding their breaths as she pressed herself against the bars. Kiko made a steel bar disappear between her breasts with ease. Only when she humped up and down with the bar between her breasts did the men breathe out in wistful gasps. Daniel's nerve broke when Kiko wrapped full lips sideways around the bar she was humping.

Daniel fumbled with his zipper and quickly had his pants around his ankles. He was bending down to get his feet free when he felt the barrel of a pistol on the side of his head.

"Now now son," Anthony gently chided while holding a gun to Daniel's head. "We are under strict orders to not fuck Mr. Yugokumach's daughter. The entire funding becomes shit if we lay one finger on her."

Sweat trickled down Daniel's face as he contemplated the pistol. It didn't help that Kiko was using her tongue on the bar now.

"But Dad, the bitch is so fucking hot, can't we do something?"

Anthony Caine cocked back his pistol and unzipped his own pants in a fluid motion. Turning back to watch the ribbon clad prisoner he smiled calmly.

"It's just like the time we met that the modern incarnation of Medusa in Greece. Remember, she was the one with the snakes for pubic hair?" said Anthony.

"That's right." Daniel laughed, gripping his eight inches of manhood. "She kept trying to seduce us so she her snakes could bite us. She was stuck behind that magical ward we made."

"So how did we decide to prevent evil temptresses from getting our cocks?" asked Anthony.

"We BEAT them to it!" laughed Daniel as he pumped his cock.

Kiko frowned at the two guys as they quickly shed their pants. She was hoping for a good luck fuck before braving a new series of dangers, but these assholes were stubborn. Gripping the bars and shaking her body in anger, Kiko screamed at the top of her lungs. Frustrated, she decided to take advantage of the situation. Her father normally wouldn't even allow her to masturbate but these losers obviously weren't aware of that rule. Kiko figured that if she couldn't have a cock, she might as well take advantage of having an audience. Not to mention maybe teasing them.

She began by snapping the buttons at her throat. Her tight swimsuit snapped off her body like a rubberband. She walked about the small confines of her cage, letting her purple ribbons hang from her arms and legs. Twirling, she showed off her tight muscular body to the pumping men. Coyly covering her nipples with her hands, Kiko laughed and placed her hands under her large breasts and jiggled them for her admirers. Daniel's gasp broke the sounds of rubbing flesh.

Walking to the bars, Kiko grabbed a hold of the ceiling of the cage. She lifted herself up and placed her boot heels on the bars. Her legs spread far apart, she humped the empty air with her sex. Slowly, her boots climbed the bars, muscles on her legs rippling the entire time. The boots climbed to be level with her hips and to the men's amazement, they climbed further up. Her boots walked up and nestled in spaces in the cage ceiling.

Completely bent over and hanging from the ceiling, the Ninja vixen smiled at the men. Kiko shook her long black hair in front of her, covering her tanned breasts and small bush with dark teasing silk. The black hair fell just past her sex and only the pink of a nipple peeked out. Using her incredible strength, she held on with only one hand as she loudly and lewdly sucked on the fingers of her free gloved hand.

"Now tell me gentlemen," Kiko asked, "are you two going to make me have to fuck myself? Or are you going to volunteer a cock or two?"

Daniel looked to his father with his fist jerking and his eyes pleading. But his father calmly reached for his pistol while never breaking rhythm on his cock. Daniel decided to just keep stroking and not push it.

Kiko gave up on the guys and got back to the business at hand, which was fucking herself. She removed her wet fingers from her mouth with a loud 'POP'. Trailing her gloved fingers first up and then down her legs, she waited until she knew she had their undivided attention. When their eyes were following her fingers she spiraled down to her sex and parted her hair. Then she parted her the hair on her sex. Wiggling in with glee, she entered herself with a long sigh, shivering at the greedy feeling.

Kiko stroked deeper as the men watched on. She humped her body upwards as she fucked herself fast and then slow. The cage shook as she moaned louder and twiddled her fingers faster. Feeling the slippery glove inside her, Kiko quickly rose to her first orgasm. As the waves threatened to explode from her body, she made eye-contact with Daniel. She noticed a pearl of pre-cum on his cock so she let go of the bars with her free hand. Uncurling, she reached down and stood on one hand while her feet were still locked on the top of the cage.

Now her lithe body was upside down and facing away from her men. Her fingers were still slipping inside her but now all the men could see was her ass contracting with each thrust. The guys quickly came as they yelled their frustration at not seeing Kiko as she climaxed. Kiko savored their displeasure as she stroked herself off with her back to them.

Sometimes revenge can just be petty.

"So these are actually ruins from biblical times?" she asked the older man.

"The proof is all here." Anthony Caine answered. "The symbols outside the cave entrance, the hints given by forbidden texts and the screaming death of our colleague who died all confirm that this is the lost refuge of Sodom."

Kiko frowned and asked "Dead? What the hell could kill him after all these years? Shouldn't the place be ready to crumble by now?"

Anthony's son Daniel handed Kiko a flashlight and a backpack. As she strapped the small pack to her broad back, she listened for Anthony's response.

"Experience has taught me that the ancient people of the world were masters at many things." Anthony began. "Not only were the Ancients masters at raising timeless temples filled with traps, but they possessed great recipes for cheesecake. I have also discovered that almost every ruin that I find still standing is doing so because powerful magic is keeping them intact. These strange and wondrous magic maintain the temples and keep their traps deadly. In fact, I once ran across a live hive of bees carefully preserved over fifty miles underground, simply so that they could harass anyone who had to cross a rope bridge. That tells you to what extent they will go to protect a cheesecake recipe."

"So I guess the best thing I can tell you is to expect anything. These people were refugees from the destruction at Sodom and will probably be a quite bit paranoid. They were trying to build something to protect their most valuable treasures and what was left of their culture. So if I were you I would act as if this temple was built yesterday by rapid cultists hiding their porn stash."

Kiko tightened the straps on her backpack and flicked her flashlight on.

"Rapid fanatics protecting their porn?" she asked. "Fuck, that sounds like my normal day."

She turned to enter the darkness of the forbidden cave when Anthony Caine ran up to her. Surprised, Kiko turned around and regarded him through fallen hair as soft as silk.

"Going to wish me luck?" Kiko asked.

"Well, that too," Anthony started, "but I was more worried about reminding you about the treasure. Once you find the Emerald Rod of Lordly Might, you can haul ass and come back. That's the only noteworthy treasure the worm-eaten texts ever mentioned so I would be happy to stop with just it. Besides, these ancient buildings tend to collapse dramatically when their treasure is stolen so try not to get the Rod damaged."

"Yeah well I love you too." Kiko said while flipping him the bird. Turning, she entered the cave.

Her flashlight revealed a short tunnel. The walls of the cave were rough and very natural looking. Occasionally a crude drawing in paint would decorate the walls. Stepping closer, Kiko saw that the drawings were of long lines of Men having anal sex in rows.

"Geesh, the guy on the bottom always looked pissed." Kiko observed.

Her attention was brought back to her job by curving of the cave. The opening in front of her extended from the ceiling to the floor but was only about a foot across. Flickering her flashlight to the rest of the wall, she noticed the walls on either side of the crack curved and bulged from the ground. She took a few steps back to see the wall in it's entirety and saw that it was made to resemble a giant's buttocks.

"Ewwww!" Kiko said out loud. Despite her disgust for having to enter the temple through a man's ass, she did concede that it was a nice ass.

She moved to enter the giant's ass but her backpack became stuck on the narrow passage. She threw her pack into through the crack and then tried to squeeze herself in. Her surgeon-given breasts prevented an easy passage but Kiko pulled and tugged her way through. Kiko tried not to think about how much easier lubricant would make this journey. Her heels scrapped the ground as she tried pulling herself past the crack. When she thought she was stuck for good, the walls contracted in an unnatural way, terrifying Kiko. With a grinding of stone, the buttocks pushed her through into the new room. Kiko was completely grossed out.

She slung her backpack on and surveyed the new room. The quality of the construction had escalated, now the floor was made of bricks and the tunnel had a uniform width. These little nuances were lost on Kiko. She was checking out the gorgeous hunks made of marble.

Along the left wall were statues of nude males, each incredibly hung with a mighty phallus. Kiko had seen marble nudes before but never with raging hard-ons like these guys. Each statue was handsomely carved with well defined muscles that complimented the spears they had between their legs. Each one of their marble manhoods pointed out at a ninety degree angle towards the far wall. Kiko swiveled her flashlight to see who the lucky receivers were.

She was a little disappointed to see that the right wall was also lined with male statues. Except these statues were bent over and had their buttocks exposed. Her flashlight lingered on their shiny white assess, each one hard and delectable.

"Selfish bastards." Kiko muttered. "Damn men always keep the best cocks for themselves."

Convinced more than ever that she was at the Lost Refuge of Sodom, Kiko proceeded down the corridor. She had traveled twenty feet and still couldn't see the end of the corridor. She kept walking slowly when a large object whistled by her inches from her waist. Stunned, she looked at the direction the missile came from and noticed the adjacent statue's phallus was missing. Her stomach sinking with dread, she turned and saw the flying penis embedded in a statue's ass.

A grinding sound behind her alerted her to a new danger. The statues behind her had swiveled on an unseen panel and were now closing off her exit. Worse, she could see large marble phalluses flying straight at her! She dropped to the ground, her large tits cushioning her fall. The phalluses flashed overhead but she could see the statues were moving on a base towards her. To add terror to horror, new marble cocks were already emerging from their empty crotches.

Kiko threw caution to the wind and took off running. As she ran, each marble assailant shot their cocks off at her. Running for her life, Kiko barely sidestepped each projectile tool as they went whizzing by her. She kept swerving as she ran to avoid the manhoods aimed at her from behind and did her best not to think about what would happen if one of them hit her ass at fifty miles an hour. She hadn't had this many dicks hurtling towards her since her last trip to New York.

The new room was much smaller. In fact, it was almost claustrophobic with all the items crammed in this room. Dominating Kiko's interest was three glass boxes, two of which were filled with something small and alive. She couldn't tell what kind of insects or vermin they were because they were crammed in so tight, all she could see was their squirming bodies. Each glass box hung from the ceiling suspended from ropes. Looking up, she saw that each box had a hinge on the bottom, just waiting to be dropped. The third box was empty, and Kiko assumed it used to be filled with the deadly scorpions that killed the last explorer just an hour ago.

The ceiling was disconcerting low, but the floor was no better since it was filled with four marble nudes of men. The statues had hoods carved on their heads and were sitting very regally on short thrones. These statues had the same impressive penile equipment, except they were sticking straight up. The presence of the four statues and the three glass boxes was very claustrophobic.

Kiko stepped past the statues carefully, and found a heavy stone door behind them. A little nervous and afraid of releasing a trap, Kiko pushed and shoved on the door. For ten minutes she pushed, pulled and at one point even kicked the door. Wiping her sweating brow with a scarf tied to her arm, she looked around the rest of the room for a clue.

The walls behind the statues were decorated in a strange mural. Kiko didn't understand of the ancient writing but it was easy to understand the gist of the murals. Taking her time to examine all four walls, Kiko began to understand the trap she was in. As well as how Johnson ended up scorpion food.

There were pictures of four very kingly figures on each wall. One had the face of a snake and the body of a well-hung man. He was surrounded by snakes and serpents as well as tended to orally by women slaves. Another figure had the face of a scorpion and he too was surrounded by scorpions. Like his serpent counterpart he was being sucked by a female slave. The third monster man had the head of a rat. While being sucked on by a woman between his knees, he was guarded by a horde of rats.

The last mural showed someone completely human, except for his monster cock. Kiko sighed over the fact that she had gone without a man this morning. Looking at this handsome mural of a dark skinned man with his erect cock being sucked was making her swimsuit itch around her crotch. After she got over her sadness of not being a biblical times slut, Kiko noted that he was the only king figure without any monsters surrounding him.

The tightly clad Ninja knew what she had to do to proceed. Somehow, she had to figure out which hooded statue was the one she needed to manipulate. After her experiences with the flying cocks, she had no doubt what was required of her. Her only concern was that if she sucked the wrong marble dildo, she might get a shower of deadly vermin. Apparently Johnson had died moments after his first homosexual experience with a dildo.

Kiko searched her pack and found a length of rope and a cutting knife. She studied the two glass boxes left and cut off an appropriate length of rope. Then, as carefully as possible, she climbed on top of one of the hooded kings. She held her breath as she climbed, worried that she might open a box by accident. It wasn't easy to climb marble while wearing seven inch heels, but Kiko managed quite well.

Once level, she tied a rope around the perimeter of the glass boxes. She tried not to look at the box as she worked, the sight of all those squirming bodies nauseated her to no end. When she was done with her ropework, she had crossed the rope twice over the bottom of the hinged end. She secured the knots of the rope on the chain hanging from the ceiling before jumping back down.

Kiko massaged her jaw and picked a statue at random. Griping a marble cock, she bent her Asian head down to deep throat the statue. The marble tip vanished through her lips and with a loud click, one of the glass boxes opened it's bottom. Kiko froze with her lips halfway down the phallus and her eyes searched the boxes. To her relief, the lid couldn't open with the rope in the way. Feeling much more confidant, Kiko stood up and kicked the trap statue in the balls. The statue's cock went flying from the force of the kick.

Kiko choose another statue. This time when her lips were over the polished cock, the door made a clicking noise. Kiko removed the cock from her mouth and went to the door. It had only opened an inch and resisted every attempt from her to open it further.

"Greedy bastards." Kiko muttered as she returned to the statue.

Getting comfortable, Kiko placed her mouth over the shiny cock. Her mouth traveled down the shaft of stone while the door opened so very slowly. She quickly reached her limit of depth yet the door was barely open. Closing her eyes and trying her best to relax, Kiko took another few inches into her mouth. The door clicked a few more inches open yet was still too tight.

Kiko reached down and found her clit through her flimsy swimsuit. As her mind concentrated on imagining Brad Pitt, Kiko rubbed herself into a frenzy. Her mouth was able to absorb inch by inch as she stroked. Gloved fingers pressed urgently against her costume's fabric as she imagined Brad Pitt begging for her to suck him some more. Kiko's body arched as she tried to not choke on the huge cock while simultaneously rubbing herself faster. Finally, as her climax exploded through her body like a falling boulder, she reached the bottom of the statue's cock. The door swung widely open as Kiko extracted her mouth slowly without gagging.

Rubbing her neck took about five minutes. Drying her swimsuit with a leg scarf so she wouldn't be sticky took another ten minutes. When her breathing returned and her visions of Brad Pitt were safely out of her mind, she entered the door and continued her explorations.

The room was much larger, and the colors that her flashlight revealed were spectacular. Kiko stepped cautiously into the myriad colors that made up the room. The walls and even the floors were covered in intricate paintings. At the far end of the room was a simple wooden door but Kiko wanted to try to interpret the murals first. Considering that wall-reading was the key last time, she decided that walking past these drawings could be lethal.

The walls told a tale of a group of shabby dressed people of all colors. Under the leadership of a powerful and handsome man who wielded a sparkling rod of emeralds, these ordinary people built a magnificent city in the desert. After their city was built, the people quickly came under the spell of the handsome leader. He lead them into one debauchery after another, each act more perverse than the last. Towards the end of the walls, Kiko noted that no one was safe from their desires. Men, women, animals and even cheesecakes became part of their craven lusts.

Kiko recognized the leader as the same figure of the benevolent statue from the last trap. She also recognized his rod as the Emerald Rod of Might that she was here to steal. She felt a strange kinship to these ancient perverts, and at the same time a revulsion at how far they took their pleasures. Reading the murals she saw how they added sex to every part of their lives, from eating to even farming. Kiko felt an urgent wetness in her as she scanned one mural after another, wishing she could become a part to such rampant hedonism for just a short time.

Turning her flashlight to the floor, Kiko watched the story of Sodom's doom unfold. The images were brutal as they showed holy fire and flames cascading down from the heavens. Kiko winced at the graphic images of the flames roasting the pagans. Everywhere she looked there were multiple images of people dying, sometimes in mid-copulation. Also present was a sense of malice, if the God who decided to clean out this cesspit was just an asshole and not the supreme judge of humanity.

"These creeps definitely have some issues to work out." Kiko said to herself.

Despite her aroused body and deep desire to make full use of the next marble cock she found, Kiko had little sympathy for the refugees of Sodom. She thought it was rough that they got blasted and everything but her sympathy ran out after the third flying penis she dodged. Now she just wanted to find the Rod and run.

A glass door waited for her at the end of the room. Behind the glass door she could see nothing of the room behind it. Kiko tried to guess how thick the glass was and was surprised to see it was relatively thin. Thoughts of poison gas and powerful acids filled her mind but she could see that there was no where else to go. Screwing her courage up, she delivered a roundhouse kick to the glass.

To her surprise, the glass made a very loud noise of shattering glass. It sounded like she had driven through a row of champagne glasses. Kiko dropped to a crouch as the sound washed over her, trying to see what threat was coming from the room she just opened.

Instead of monsters or strange clouds, something far more terrifying occurred. Torches sprang to life inside the new room, apparently of their own accord. Looking into the room, Kiko saw that the floor was completely made up of sharp and jagged spikes. Reaching down, she touched the tip of one of the spikes and quite accidentally sliced a portion of her glove off. Startled, she checked her fingers for a cut.

The only other feature of the room were brass poles standing straight up from ceiling to floor. The poles also hung vertically from ropes suspended from the ceiling. The entire floor sloped downward, ending at a clear platform that was safe to jump to.

Kiko frowned at the brass poles, they looked exactly like the kind that you find in strip bars. A chill went through Kiko as she realized that maybe not all the people of Sodom were obliterated. Perhaps some of them passed their perverse knowledge onto their descendants. Kiko cleared her head of such speculations, her job wasn't to uncover ancient conspiracies, it was to get that damn Rod of Lordly Might.

Progress through the room was obviously only through the poles. Kiko was thankful for the torches and packed her flashlight away. She then did her black hair back into a ponytail so that it wouldn't fly into her hair while vaulting spikes. It was a good thing the floor sloped like it did, gravity would bring her down inch by inch no matter how well she traveled. Kiko concentrated in that near Zen way that she had perfected so well. She called upon her training in gymnastics and her stint as a pole dancer to focus herself.

A running jump took her to the first pole, grabbing with both hands, she swung complete circle and let go towards the next pole. She grabbed this pole one-handed and let her body swing around so she could grab the next pole with her free hand. From here she felt her momentum slowing so she swung around the pole till she cam to a stop. Her legs clenched the pole in a deathgrip to keep from sliding down the pole.

Kiko looked around for another pole as she slid an inch. Spotting one, she climbed her pole with her powerful thighs and hands. When she had reached the top of the pole, she brought her feet up and kicked off the pole. Slows seconds of freefall passed by as she reached the hanging bar. Grabbing it, she took a moment to rest before continuing along the way.

"Too bad the guys at the 'Strip-n-Flip' can't see me now," mused Kiko. "This has to be my best poledance ever."

For the next thirty minutes, Kiko twirled, jumped, spun and leaped her way across the poles. Sweat was flying from her taunt body as she slowly cross the spiked room. Torchlight played off her tight muscles as legs and arms carried down to her goal. Only the grunts of her exertions could be heard in the quiet temple.

Finally, she made it to the far platform. Exhausted, she took a moment to sit down and examine her surroundings. A quick search through her backpack netted her a candy bar and some bottled water. Proud of herself for navigating the brass poles, she took a snack break.

The wall she faced had a strange stone chair made into the wall. The chair had what looked like stone cuffs projecting from the armrests and near the bottom legs of the chair. A long black scarf was laid out in the seat of the chair. Despite the dangers she had just been through, Kiko's natural kinky side squirmed with delight at the uses of the chair.

Looking up, she saw that the mural behind the wall illustrated several men and women sitting in chairs like these. Each person tied a scarf around their heads and placed their hands and legs into the stone restraints. The murals then showed the chair disappearing and then transporting the people to a fabulous land. This destination looked like a garden filled with delights.

By now Kiko was pretty paranoid about walking into another trap. On the other hand, the other murals she had found had always led her right. Besides, after examining the wall, Kiko was pretty sure there was no other place to go. Traveling up the slope of spikes was impossible, even for her talents.

Kiko decided to cheat, she sat in the chair and placed her hands and legs properly, but neglected the blindfold. She had to remove her backpack to sit, but she kept it in her lap. A few minutes passed by, but nothing happened. Knowing she would regret it, Kiko then tied the scarf around her eyes and replaced her hands under the stone cuffs.

The result was instantaneous. Before she could react, the stone cuffs constricted with a sound of breaking gravel. Her hands and legs were neatly pinned. As she struggled, she felt the chair swivel, as if it was turning on a pedestal. Feeling stupid, Kiko tried to break free. That's when she heard the voices.

"Can you believe it? That trap actually caught someone."

After struggling for a brief moment, Kiko realized she was in serious trouble. The stone chair and it's unforgiving bonds held her tightly despite her best struggles. She stopped fighting, a little embarrassed that she had willing sat in this chair, believing it would take her to the treasure just like the murals had said. The sounds of movement froze her, but she couldn't see the new room the chair had taken her through her blindfold. Worse was when she heard voices, in English no less.

"I cannot believe that trap actually worked!" a voice exclaimed, deep and powerful.

His voice was answered by a great many laughs. Too many laughs thought Kiko. But as she thought about her helpless and rather forcefully celibate body bound her for their view, she warmed up to the idea. Lifting her blindfolded head, she tried speaking to them.

"Hello gentleman, are you going to introduce yourselves?" she asked with all the confidence a bound woman could.

A silence filled the room. The powerful voice spoke to her, "We are the Last Refugees of Sodom, waiting thousands of years for the right time to return."

Kiko digested this tidbit and responded "My ass."

The shocked gasps prompted her to continue. "If you guys were really from Sodom, there is no fucking way you could still be alive. How the hell did you learn English for that matter? Why don't you guys tune in to 'Reality FM' and tell me what's really going on."

"You ignorant slutty fool." The main voice responded. "The same powerful magics that have preserved us for all this centuries had also granted us the power to speak your language. If we couldn't speak your tongue, how could we mercilessly interrogate you to find out how best to convert your world to hedonism?"

Kiko's stomach sunk at the mention of an interrogation but she still wasn't convinced these guys were legit.

"You mean you shitheads have been waiting all these year inside this temple, just for somebody to come along?" she asked.

"We have been in a deep slumber the whole time." The voice answered solemnly. "It was the only way to survive the ages, but we were awoken by the glass door that you shattered. That was the signal that someone special with the talents to survive our deadly erotic traps had finally arrived. Only when the outside world was depraved enough to produce someone with the skills to conquer our depraved traps, did we want to be awaken."

"Looking at you, I can tell you are the one we wanted." He said as he placed a finger on her lips. "I have never seen a person with your kind of ancestry, or such wonderful tight clothing. You are truly lucky to be with us today."

Kiko didn't like the sound of that. Well, to be honest, she did like the sound of it, but she knew she shouldn't let it show.

"So now what?" she asked. "You guys are going to question me about the outside world and threaten me a lot?"

All the voices laughed at her. "Of course not," the voice answered. "First we are going to celebrate by gangbanging you. It has been a long long time."

Her bonds became loose and a great many hands grabbed onto her body. Kiko struggled enough to make it convincing but she knew there were too many to fight. They lifted her off her feet and dumped her backpack to the floor. She tried to at least remove her blindfold, but they made sure she couldn't.

Rather harshly they dropped her on her back onto a stone table. Leather restraints were tied quickly around her ankles and wrists with a speed that was characteristic of people who haven't fucked in a few hundred years. Her head was over the edge of the table, and she couldn't hold it up long without any support. A round piece of leather was forced into her mouth and she couldn't close her mouth around it. Poking her tongue inside the leather piece, she discovered the inside felt like soft fur. Without any warning, a knife slit her swimsuit open at the neck to her sex. Cheers filled her ears as her magnificent breasts were popped free.

"Great Breasts of Shub!" the deep voice exclaimed. "I can't believe they actually get that big these days! We are truly blessed to awaken in such a time!"

Kiko wanted to say something witty and insulting, but the leather gag in her mouth made her simply mumble. That mumble turned to a squeal as the deep voiced man climbed onto the table and gripped her breasts like a thirteen year old. He mauled her silicon chest with savage need and curiosity at such expansive womanhood. After a few minutes of this torture, he shifted his hands to her spread thighs.

His cock entered into her so slowly, every inch expanding her deliciously. Her hips raised to meet him but her bound feet restrained her. She twisted and turned but the slow entrance of the cock was driving her crazy. After what seemed like an eternity, the cock had buried itself completely inside her. She waited as it throbbed inside her, wishing he would begin fucking her like she wanted him to.

In answer to her wishes, her assailant pulled slowly out, then plunged back in. Kiko moaned through her leather gag as the man picked up his pace. Slowly out, then faster in, slowly out and faster in. This rhythm was driving the already aroused Kiko to an escalating height of sensual awareness. Her whole body pulling tightly at her bounds, she orgasmed with a powerful shudder.

But the powerful man inside her didn't relent. As Kiko's body slowly recovered, the cock kept hammering inside her. She lifted her blindfolded head but a pair of hands cruelly yanked her hair down. As she laid her head back, someone else slammed their hard staff into her open mouth. Kiko didn't like giving blowjobs unasked but the leather circle in her mouth prevented her from resisting. The man's hard cock fucked her mouth savagely as Kiko tried twisting her mead to get him out. Within a minute a warm load of cum spurted into her mouth and the cock withdrew.

The whole time her mouth was being used, the deep voiced man was still fucking her sex with his steady rhythm. His cock trembled with a power Kiko had never felt from something non-battery powered. His hips smashed into hers and she wished she could move to meet his. As he humped away, he also grabbed and twisted her large breasts. Kiko felt like her chest was being mauled by a high school class.

The cock inside her leather gag released it's load of liquid heat into her mouth and she desperately tried to swallow it all. Having a forced open mouth was making it hard to breathe, she didn't need thousand year old cum making it any harder. The cock withdrew and another took it's place. The idea of so many horny men waiting centuries to spend into her made Kiko quite a bit horny as well as conceited. Fortunately, the hammering cock inside her was keeping her satisfied and humble.

Kiko felt a spurt of heat across her left arm and she realized the other guys weren't waiting for their turn. Apparently the last refugees of Sodom had a lot of wanking to catch up on and Kiko had herself to blame. Her sex surged with new arousal as each load of biblical era cum splattered onto her body. Her breasts seemed to be a favorite target as she felt them become slicker. At least now when her deep voiced man slapped her breasts they were only glancing blows from the slipperiness.

After an eternity of cum flying onto her body, cocks being forced into her through the gag, straining at her cuffs and orgasm after orgasm, the deep voiced man ejaculated into her. She felt her entire sex become filled with a gush of cum. The cock inside her quivered as it emptied into her, her own delta throbbing in response.

With a grunt, the man pulled out of her and silence filled the room. Kiko was aware of a total stop of movement that shook her out of her bliss. She listened for a clue to what was to happen next and she soon got it.

"Now that we have replenished ourselves," her deep voiced attacker said, "we can now impale her on the Rod of Lordly Might. As she dies screaming, the Rod will drain her memories of the outside world."

With a subtle twist of her wrists Kiko slipped easily out of her bonds. She spitted out her gag using jaw muscles the refugees had only dreamed of. Sitting up, it only took two quick jabs with her trained hands to undo her ankle bonds. She capitalized on their shocked paralyzation to stand on her table and whip her blindfold off.

The room she was in was gorgeous and huge. Paintings and piles of gold were everywhere. The room was round with a flight of stairs that wrapped around the entire room leading upwards to a distant stone door. Torches were everywhere, lighting the gold and gems that were littering the floor and walls.

Her focus was drawn right past the crowd of men around her to a strange statue set in the wall. It was about ten feet tall and rather bland, made of dull brown stone. However the mighty and very graphic cock jutted out at a ninety degree angle and appeared to be made of solid emerald. More alarming was that a skeleton of some poor bastard was impaled on the emerald cock. Kiko's expertise in human anatomy allowed her to guess the deceased had been impaled on the gemstone cock, ass first. This was the Rod of Lordly Might and Kiko realized how good her timing at escaping was. It was one thing to allow yourself to get gangbanged in the interest of a good fuck, but she drew the line at death games.

She turned towards her alleged captors to give them a piece of her mind when she froze. Getting her first good look at her orgy partners she was stunned to see how OLD they were. Every one of them were withered and a dark brown color, the kind of brown that reminded Kiko of burnt soy sauce. Their skin hung loosely on ancient bones that should have been buried back in biblical times. That's when Kiko realized that these poor ass-fuckers might of been preserved for thousands of years but they sure as hell weren't kept fresh.

Kiko was shuddering as she remembered giving so many geriatric men blowjobs. She searched for the deep voiced man, the virile leader of the group. She immediately picked him out, his body was still tanned and muscular although his head had seen better times. It was wrinkled and puckered like a raisin but the voice was the same. Right now that sexy voice was promising all sorts of painful deaths to her so technically Kiko guessed it couldn't be called sexy anymore.

"Time to earn my daily bread" Kiko said as she flipped over the men in a dazzling acrobatic flight.

"Don't let her get the Rod of Lordly Might" the deep voiced cult leader screamed.

Kiko deftly leaped over the ancient coots with her skills. A kick here and a punch there cleared her a quick path. She was feeling self-conscious running around in a torn swimsuit but decided that these sick fuckers had seen just about everything anyway. Her breasts threatened to off-balance her without spandex to hold them still but Kiko compensated by keeping her high kicks to a minimum. Most of the old men were already exhausted from cumming on her or in her. For the most part, Kiko only had to push most of them down.

She stood before the statue with it's Rod of Lordly Might. The crowd of worshipers behind her were moaning from their injuries. She decided to hurry since the deep voiced leader was approaching fast. Feeling total feminine power in her action, Kiko placed a spirited roundhouse kick at the marble base of the Rod, snapping it free from the statue. Kiko caught the falling Rod and tried to decide if the screams of anguish behind her were of terror or sympathy.

The leader of the crying men pushed his way through the crowd and Kiko bolted. She headed for the stairs, placing a high heel kick into the poor bastard in her way. She ran as fast as a well fucked woman wearing heels and carrying three feet of an Emerald rod could up the twisting stairs. The men poured behind her, screaming curses and threats. As she reached the simple stone door at the top, the deep voiced man yelled a final warning.

"Stop Fair-Breasted Woman!" he cried. "If the Rod of Lordly Might is touched by sunshine, then all the magic it has created will be undone and this entire Temple will collapse."

Kiko paused to wonder "Why do villains always tell you when you're about to fuck them over the most?" Then she opened the door.

A loud single note rang in her ears, emanating from the Rod. Looking behind her, Kiko watched as the old men crumbled to dust before her eyes. Before she could celebrate, the temple itself started to shake in that dramatic way that temples do. It was the kind of shake Kiko had come to recognize as "I'm old, tired and I don't want to be standing anymore!"

It took her an hour of trudging through underbrush and unpassable thorns to finally get back to camp. She was exhausted from traveling so far cross-country on high heels and lugging a huge rod of solid gemstone. The only thing she had to use to wipe off all the cum she had on her body were rough leaves. She was in a very piss poor mood when she meet Anthony Caine back at the cave entrance.

"What the hell took you so long?" he asked with scorn in his voice. "I'm glad you got the Rod of Lordly Might but I don't see why you took your time doing it. Do you realize we missed a free dinner at the restaurant of our choice because of your tardiness?"

It took Anthony's son over an hour to remove the rod from his father's ass. Kiko got her perks when she could.

The End

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