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  He relaxed atop her and kissed her softly several times. She squeezed his cock as it began to soften.

  Lonwabo lifted off of Sara and sat upright, one leg raised, knee bent, and the other flopped casually to the side. His long, drooping cock glistened with her juices and leaked his milky cum onto the red mat. He shouted something. Sara sat up just as two men climbed into the long house. She recognized one as a hunter from the group that had captured her and the other was one of the tribesmen that joined them in the village. Sara covered her breasts with her left arm and her creamed pussy with her right hand.

  “Um, Lonwabo,” she said, casting a glance from the two men back to the ruler. “What is this?”

  “Make a baby,” said Lonwabo and he pulled Sara into his arms and began kissing her. The other two men crowded in with them and began to caress her hips and squeeze her ass. She turned to one man, the younger of the two, and he cupped her breasts and ran his thumbs lightly over her sensitive nipples.

  “Ahhh,” she gasped, watching his dark fingers against her pale breasts. “I should have known I would not get that idol so easily.”

  The communication barrier made it all but impossible to work out the details of her arrangement with the elder, so Sara decided to go with it. She kissed the man stroking her breasts and turned her attention to the other man, who had interesting vertical scars running from his chin to his forehead on either side of his face. She kissed him as he squeezed and spread her bum and ran his fingers down the crack of her arse.

  “Oh, a bit cheeky,” she laughed.

  The man wet his finger and began to play with her arsehole more insistently. She found with a finger up her bum she could not resist grabbing onto their stiff cocks. Both were quite substantial, though neither quite as large as the elder, who was enjoying his view of Sara fondling and being fondled. She helped herself to a mouthful of one of the younger man’s cock while the older man fingered her bum quite pleasantly.

  “Careful,” she warned, looking back at him over her shoulder, “or I’m taking you back to London with me.”

  He replied with words she could not decipher and decided it was time to stuff his cock where his finger had been exploring. She grunted and moaned as pushed his cock up her tight arse using only a glob of his spit for lubrication. Fortunately, Sara rather enjoyed a nice thick willy up her bum, so she was not put off by the tribesman’s insistent arse-fucking. She communicated this loudly and repeatedly with another willy stuffed in her drooling mouth.

  After a bit of awkward rearranging, Sara was riding the younger man’s cock with the older warrior fucking her arse. That left her mouth open to pleasure the tribal elder, which she did enthusiastically. She slurped on his cock and tongued his bollocks as she took it in her bum and her quim. The forceful fucking she was getting had her breasts swinging dramatically and nearly smacking the younger warrior in the face.

  “Mmmmmmmmm!” She moaned around the elder’s cock, her pleasure rising by the moment. Her arsehole tightened around the older warrior’s cock and the younger warrior, grabbing her shapely hips, fucked furiously upwards into her slippery, squeezing cunt. Her pleasure peaked in that moment and all she could do for several seconds was wail with ecstasy around the cock stuffed in her mouth. She resumed sucking it as the most powerful orgasmic contractions gave way to a pleasant warmth and the long afterglow of her pleasure.

  It was not much longer before the older warrior grabbed Sara’s plush bum quite roughly, spreading it open and nearly pulling his cock out. With just the head still stuffed in her pink ring, he grunted with pleasure and spurted his spunk up her bum. She felt the hot weight of it gushing into her. He was still cumming as the warrior beneath her began to cum as well, firing his seed into her already churning cunt.

  “Good make a baby,” said the elder. “Very pretty.”

  With a last groan of pleasure from him, he fired his cum into Sara’s mouth. She fought to keep it all in, but some oozed out of the corners of her mouth and dribbled down to her chin as she swallowed the rest. With all three men finished in short order, she took her time to savor the elder’s cum and properly lick him clean.

  “Well then, a deal is a deal,” she said. “Are you going to hand over the idol?”

  “Give idol,” he said and nodded sagely. “After make a baby.”

  “What? Again?” She looked at the other two men she had just fucked. Their cocks, like the elder’s, were still soft. “I supposed once more would be alright.”

  The elder pointed to the ladder and Sara walked over to the trapdoor in the floor of the long house. Down at the base of the ladder waited a crowd consisting of every able-bodied man in the village. Everyone from the oldest man still able to get his cock hard to the youngest man fully grown was waiting to have a turn with the beautiful outsider that had arrived in their village. Sara realized she would have to satisfy them all before the tribe handed over their idol.

  “Well,” she said, a smile curling her lips, “I suppose I’d better get started.”

  Several hours later, with the Idol of Infinite Pleasure tucked under one arm and walking a bit awkwardly, Sara Chambers walked out of the Zhonda village. She turned on her satellite phone and almost immediately received a call from Baxter.

  “Sara,” he said. “I saw you on the thermal. I thought they were attacking you. What happened? Are you alright?”

  “I would like a helicopter and an ice pack,” she said. “I have the idol.”

  “Well done, Sara! I’ll have the standby helicopter en route in five minutes. Anything else?”

  She felt something squish in her panties.

  “Tell Winston to draw me a bath at the hotel,” said Sara. “I would like a nice, long soak.”

  North of London

  “How is the scan going?” Megan asked as she did alternating leg-extensions with one foot up on the locker room bench. Megan had her dark hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. She was two or three inches shorter than Sara, with long legs, a firm ass, and a compactly muscular upper body. Sara knew all too well that Megan’s tight frame concealed a great deal of strength. She tended to win sparring matches about half the time.

  “Two days on the idol,” said Sara, pulling on her workout bra and squeezing her plump breasts into the compression top. Her ample hips and bum were already stretching out her exercise pants. “It’s authentic, he has verified that, but nothing supernatural to speak of.”

  “No delightful dreams?” Megan asked, bouncing up and down over an imaginary jump rope.

  “I might have had a dream or two about that tribe,” said Sara, thinking back with a smile to the proper gangbang she had received from all those fit cocks. “Nothing out of the ordinary.”

  “Right,” said Megan. “That’s all he is up to? Running scans?”

  “Oh, no,” said Sara, lacing up her running shoes. “He says he’s onto the trail of the Tsarina’s ship. If he can find that, it’s likely to be a treasure trove. I told him to find it if he ever wants to draw another reward out of the fishbowl.”

  “Mmmm, I’m sure that motivated him,” laughed Megan. She finished her warmup and looked Sara over. “What are you in the mood for today? Bare knuckle? Muay Thai?”

  “I’m more in the mood for a run,” said Sara.

  That prompted a grin from Megan who won their races nine times out of ten. “Right then, usual wager?”

  “Usual wager,” said Sara, doing a quick stretch. “But on the obstacle course. Not the race track.”

  “That was designed for you,” said Megan.

  “To keep me sharp when you aren’t available,” said Sara. “You’ve not gone all pigeon hearted on me, have you, love?”

  “I’ll beat your fat bum, Sara,” teased Megan with a mischievous grin.

  “Eat my bum? Really? Already giving up?” Sara laughed and swung her hips, teasing her plump posterior at Megan. “Let’s race to settle it. Surrendering is no fun.”

  The obstacle course was built three years ago, shortly after Sara’s father died, using Sara’s designs and Baxter’s ingenuity. In the years since, the multi-terrain course had been upgraded with various “active hazards” that ranged from stun darts and adhesive foam to attack drones specially designed to make things difficult.

  “You know,” said Megan as they jogged out to the course. “Baxter and I have been testing some upgrades.”

  Sara raised an eyebrow and cast a sidelong glance at her friend and trainer.

  “Which part of the course?” She asked as they reached the starting gate.

  “Can’t remember,” feigned Megan. “Maybe running the course will, you know, refresh my memory.”

  Sara wasn’t sure if her friend was bluffing to try to psych her out or if she had really been tinkering with the obstacle course at all. Either way, she was not about to be upstaged by the little tart.

  “Right, then,” said Sara as she struck a casual pose beside the starting gate and hit the pre-start button that activated the mechanical traps within the obstacle course. "Ready?”

  “As I’ll ever be,” said Megan, seeming so confident it worried Sara.

  Sara could make out the machinery of the course whirring to life. Her heart began to pound with excitement. She stretched out one leg behind her and leaned down like a runner at the starting block.

  “On your mark,” said Sara. “Go!”

  She slapped the button and the gate clanged open. Before she could launch herself onto the course, Sara felt a sharp smack on her flexed buttock. Megan had given Sara a stinging wallop right on her bum. Shocked, Sara tumbled forward down the ramp and straight into the roller hazard. She struggled to get to her feet, but it was no use and she was pulled head-first into the padded rollers. She was sucked straight through the hazard, pummeled in her
breasts and face in particular, and spit out the opposite end and into the roaring half-pipe of the artificial stream.

  With great effort, and maybe a little bit of willpower fueled by her anger at Megan’s dirty trick, Sara jammed her legs against the side of the narrow half-pipe and wedged herself in the flowing water. She was drenched in an instant as the churning water washed over and under her. She managed to wriggle and climb above the flowing water.

  The bridge over the stream was nearby and as Sara pushed herself up towards it, Megan appeared, thumping across the flexing planks, black ponytail bouncing behind her head. She stopped and wiggled her bum at Sara in the same teasing manner Sara had used when departing the locker room. She laughed and continued on.

  “Cunt!” Sara shouted, but she doubted Megan could hear her over the rushing water.

  With a cry of determination, Sara cleared the last few feet and pulled herself up and onto the swaying suspension bridge. She shook off the worst of the water and set off after Megan. Sara’s workout partner had a good ten second lead on her and was, by that point, over halfway through the course.

  Megan may know the new hazards, thought Sara, but I have run the course many times when Megan isn’t around.

  Sara dodged nimbly through one of the side approaches, avoiding barbed wire and punching rams, and climbed the tower of shifting handholds. It was a cross between a climbing wall and a Rubik’s Cube. It was diabolical, but Sara designed it with Baxter’s help, so she knew how to beat it. She leapt from hold to hold and pulled herself up to the top.

  From there, it was all downhill through the obstacle course filling the cavernous building. Sara reckoned that downhill would give her enough of a speed advantage to overtake Megan, who she could see ducking the sprays of adhesive foam on the sprayer obstacle. The quickest route or Sara was a faux-rock canyon. She remembered that being under construction recently, but I didn’t remember the hazard. That was the new obstacle.

  The other way to the finish ahead of Megan would be to take the spinning bridge. It was one of the toughest hazards and one that regularly caused Sara problems. It was a rotating bridge over a deep pool of water. A fall would almost certainly mean that Megan win the race. Sara considered her options as she paused only long enough to catch her breath.

  That damned rotating bridge had fouled Sara more times than not. She had just started to master it when Baxter had upgraded it to vary the speed of its rotation randomly. Megan had always seemed a bit better at it than Sara and she wouldn’t be able to use the slope to her advantage to build up speed if she had to cross the bridge. The faux-rock canyon with its new hazards made Sara uneasy, but it was the only alternative.

  She launched herself down the slope and veered for the canyon. She leapt the last few meters off the slope and into the canyon rocks. It was just wide enough for her to run along the bottom and about three meters up to the top. If need be, Sara reasoned that she could use the rock outcroppings to climb to the top in a few seconds. For the time being, she decided to keep that speed she had built up on the downhill and to race to the end of the obstacle course.

  The floor of the canyon was solid beneath her feet, no shifting or hollow thumping of her shoes, so if there was a trap hazard it wasn’t a trapdoor. The walls of the canyon closed in a bit and she had to bleed some of her speed to dodge sideways through the narrower passages through the rock outcroppings. As she did, the toe of her shoe collided with one of the rocks. Her toes smarted for a moment, but worse; Sara heard a hollow thump.

  She tensed, expecting an explosion or a stun-shock, but nothing happened. Sara raced on, heading for the final stretch.

  She passed the halfway point of the canyon and still no trap. She hoped that meant this part of the course wasn't quite finished. One more outcropping and Sara caught sight of the finish line, as well as the spinning bridge, where Megan was struggling to get across to the other side.

  Sensing a win, Sara slowed her pace enough to watch her friend as Megan lost her footing and dangled by a handhold from the spinning bridge. Megan’s legs kicked desperately and it seemed to Sara that she would surely fall and plunge into the water beneath, but she managed to hold on long enough for the bridge to rotate around again.

  Sara’s attention was so focused on Megan’s predicament that she ran directly into something that stopped her forward momentum entirely. It was almost as if she had run into a net; an invisible, sticky net.

  “What the hell?” Sara reached out and her fingers caught on sticky gossamer strands. They pressed between her fingers and into her arms and legs. When she tried to withdraw her hand she was pulled forward and ensnared deeper into the almost transparent network of sticky threads.

  Being snared in the trap was a lousy way to lose to Megan, but a mechanical clanking from above alerted her that things were about to get much worse. The spider was about as big as a horse, with spindly silver legs ten feet across that allowed it to climb onto the invisible web. It had a horrifying monster face with glowing red eyes. It was a nice detail. Really well made. And it was coming straight for Sara with two vicious claws extended.

  "Alright!" The treasure hunter shouted. "You win, Megan! Call off your robot!"

  Sara got no response. The clanking machine seized her roughly under her armpits and lifted, stretching the web, which it sliced open with its claws. It wrapped her up in four of its limbs and held Sara against its body as it scurried up to the top of the canyon. Sara realized, to her horror, that the mechanical spider was taking her into some sort of burrow concealed atop the molded rock face of the canyon. She began to worry about her fate. Had Baxter thoroughly tested this thing? Surely Megan would not approve a hazard that could kill.

  "Get off of me you awful beastie," Sara grunted and kicked against its clanging underbelly. It did not seem to notice her shoes thumping on its silver body as it dragged her into the dark, confined space of its burrow. It moved with robot determination, clamping its legs around Sara’s ankles and wrists. She gasped in shock as it spread her legs so suddenly and violently apart that it nearly tore her shorts open.

  "What are you doing!?" Sara cried, suddenly very concerned about the perverse spider bot’s programming.

  Her metal molester regarded her with four glowing red eyes and proceeded to slice a sharp claw-tip through her belt and the waist of her shorts. The razor sharp limb slices across her chest and down again, making short work of her clothes, shredding her top, bra, shorts, and panties until all that remained are her socks and shoes. Somehow, the precise slashes of the silver claws never drew blood, but Sara was naked and flopping about as she fought against the claws clamping her ankles and wrists to the ground.

  Sara arched her back and tried to twist her arms out of the mechanical claws of the spider, her breasts heaving with the effort until her erect nipples brush against the cold metal of the spider’s body. The spider robot emits a loud click sound and a new appendage slithers out from beneath the curved abdomen of the mechanical arachnid. This new limb is gleaming silver like the rest of the spider, but it bears ridges and a wide tip and the shape is unmistakable.

  “Oh, bugger, of course the bloody robot has a cock,” gasped Sara, giving up on her arching lest the spider cock rub against her body.

  Bands of massaging beads began to whirr and rotate around the shaft of the robotic phallus. A clit stimulator flicked open and whirred to life. A rubbery hook beneath the appendage seemed clearly designed to fit up an arse. It was a veritable workbench of sex toys aimed straight at Sara’s blushing quim.

  "Bollocks," she muttered as she realized there was no escaping the robo-rogering she was about to receive.

  Sara closed her eyes and sucked in a breath as the cold tip of the spider's metal cock prodded her velvet folds. It teased up and down the length of her slit, the vibrations from its shaft buzzing lightly into her dewy inner channel. The fluttering clit stimulator brushed against her bud of pleasure and she involuntarily cried out. She brace for the thrust of its spider cock, mentally cursing Megan and Baxter and their traps and beginning to plot her revenge.