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A bead of sweat dripped from the blonde brow of the rather anal, but always smiling Dr. Clare Underwood. The rather short, curvy woman stepped in the two person boat set in the murkiest of murky waters. The river, so thick and brown it reminded her more of Willy Wonka's river of chocolate, rather than a river of water in the Amazon jungle. The boat made of wood so thin it seemed it would crack into tow with each step she took. As she sat her rather round tush on the bench, it seemed to bend and give so much she was sure it was going to snap. This was no indication of Dr. Clare Underwood's stature though. She was far from overweight, though certainly not skinny. Rather short, but she had the perfect curves that most men and women equally lusted for.
She pushed up her thick framed glasses, a la Lisa Lobe, and looked around as the guide pushed the boat off the bank. It had been two months since she first came to the Amazon rainforest, but not a day went by that she didn’t simply stare in awe at its beauty. It seemed that every inch of ground was covered in lush foliage, the greenest trees and plants, and the most beautiful, vibrant wildlife she had ever seen. The sounds of the tropical birds, crickets, and other random calls of various wild creatures, had become quite soothing. She had grown to love the storms that helped lull her to sleep almost every night since she had arrived. The rain was constant and so soothing.
Today, the feeling was very different. She was leaving the comfort of the hut and familiar surroundings to journey down the river into unknown territory. Her guide, a native to the area and expert in the ins and outs of this massive jungle, was apprehensive himself. There was a clear look of panic on his face. He usually smiled at her, almost staring at her obsessively at times. She didn't think anything of it though, as this particular ebony skinned tribesman, rarely encountered someone with a skin tone like hers. Though they were a people who had adapted to a more modern lifestyle, working hand in hand with foreigners, whether it be a group of anthropologists or a wealthy adventurer, this particular guide, Si'en, hadn't ever had the pleasure of working with such a beautiful woman. Clarece always had a natural glowing tan, despite obsessively using sun block since she first came to the rainforest. Her face was rather round with cheek bones that were not very pronounced. With full lips and a short, rounded nose, she was quite beautiful. Her hair was naturally blonde, falling just past her shoulders, staying rather straight even on the most humid days. It was no secret that she was often stared at by her colleagues back home in the states. Of course, her rectangular glasses only enhanced the nerdy look which so many seemed to find so attractive.
Now, to many she was know as Dr. Clare Underwood, expert on some of the most isolated tribes in South America, but to her friends had was known as Clarece. The story of how her nickname became a longer version of her given name is interesting in and of itself. Her hippy mother, in an ongoing effort to be different, and pass the need to be different onto her children, gave her the name Clare, and specifically stated that "there will never be an "i" in my daughter's name. And so she was simply known as Clare until the second grade. It was then that her teacher, Ms. Anderson-Smith, saw her printout of her student role on the very first day of school. The list, printed in all of its dot-matrix glory, showed the last name as Underwood, Clare. Ms. Anderson-Smith assumed that this print out, in all of its dot-matrixness, had cut off this poor girl's name. She must be Clarece. Poor Ms. Anderson-Smith, wasn’t the best of spellers herself, not realize “Clarisse” is the more common spelling. Who would name a child Clare, not Claire? And so she called her Clarece, and so Clare's friends called her Clarece. Now, this is only significant in that Clarece felt that she had been freed by this teacher. This label given to her by her hippy mother, who only seemed stranger and more quirky as Clarece got older, was removed. Clarece was thrilled to be given a new name, albeit not that much different. She loved and adored Ms. Anderson-Smith. Clarece became obsessed with her school work, wanting to impress her teacher. This obsession took hold in the second grade, and continued to the 3rd, 4th, 5th and so on. Also, this seemingly insignificant name change gave Clarece a sense of empowerment and control that she loved and craved. She grew up to become quite the opposite of her mother. More anal retentive than free thinking and different. It served her well in excelling in school, graduating at the top of her class, and becoming amongst the youngest woman at her university to get a PhD in Anthropology.
Clarece never enjoyed feeling helpless or uneasy. This is rather unfortunate as for the first time in a long time, she was finding herself very uneasy. Always independent, she was studying in the Amazon alone, with no one else on her research “team.” Si'en was visibly trembling as the boat moved down the river.
"Are you sure you want to go to the forbidden area? Ma'am please. An evil people live there."
Though quite uncertain, she spoke confidently, "Yes, please...I have to see for myself."
As they made their way through the murky brwon water, Clarece glimpsed down, wondering what kind of horrible creatures lived below. She found herself becoming quite scared as her imagination got the best of her. Piranhas, alligators, anacondas, all likely inhabitants of this wide, eerily calm river. And her she was, alone with one other person in a boat, so old, so fragile, it might jus break in half at any moment. As she looked back at the wake the tiny boat left behind, she was quite sure she saw something...many things. Appearing just below the surface of the water, there seemed to be some sort of long, green snake like creature. They were skinny, dark, and hidden just beneath the veil of brown liquid which only made them even more mysterious. First, just a few, then seconds later, hundreds. These long green things did not swim and squirm like snakes, they were rather still, though, they waved and moved with the water as the boat traveled over them. Perhaps they were some sort of a plant, but she clearly saw random patterns of black veins in some of them as she looked over the bow of the boat. Si'en trembled more than before. He looked to Clarece, "Ma'am...do you see them? These waters are dangerous. We must go back."
For a moment, Clarece though he might be right. She had no idea what was inhe water beneath, and then this most knowledgeable guide was terrified. It was time to go back. They could try finding this lost tribe another time.
"Very well, Si'en. Yiu might be right. Let's turn-"
Her words stopped before she could finish. A long snake like tentacle thrust upward from the water and took hold of Si'en by the neck. A second tentacle, rose at least ten feet straight up. It was dripping with water, clearly made of some sort of smooth green flesh, black veins now clearly visible as it waved about in the air. Where it came from, and what it really was, was not obvious to either of them. The second grasped wrapped around Si'en's head with a quick whipping motion. Then -snap-. His neck was twisted completely so that his head had spun completely around. His eyes wide open, forever frozen in a look of fear. The two river tentacles then threw him into the murky water like a rag doll.
Terrified does not even begin to describe how Clarece felt. The fear that overcame her was so powerful, she couldn’t even fathom a whimper, let alone a scream. She stared at the carnage that took place before her, unable to move, unable to think. Then, the tentacles disappeared beneath the water’s surface as quickly as they appeared.
Seconds passed, then minutes. Everything seemed calm and quiet, with only the usual squawking and chirping in from the jungle in each bank that had always been there. Clarece's heart raced, it never slowed down. Finally, gathering the slightest bit of courage, she propped herself up slightly and looked to each side of the boat. Still, hundreds of tentacles waved in the water. Then, the boat began to move downstream, picking up speed. Clarece was certain that she was about to have her neck snapped, meeting the same fate her guide did, but instead, the tentacles moved her quickly downstream., guiding the boat underneath her feet. She simply looked around in awe. She was terrified and confused.
Clarece's body was covered in sweat, aside from the heat of the sun, which now sat in the middle of the bright blue sky over the river, the air was thick and humid. Her consistently straight hair suddenly became quite frizzy. Though fear was the dominant emotion, the slightest bit of curiously overcame her as she looked over to a clearing along the bank to which the boat was clearly heading. There, standing in the tall, green grass which stood still in the thick air, stood two figures. As she approached, it became clear to her that she was starring at two women in the nude. Both women about the same height, had their eyes locked on her. Now only fifty or so yards away, she could make out that one of these women was petite and pale as can be, with shoulder length brown hair. Her sapphire blue eyes staring at Clarece. She was clearly not native to this land. Clarece couldn’t help but be drawn to her rather modest chest, small breasts with pale pink nipples and rather wide areolas. Her body quite slender. The other woman, was a beautiful ebony delight. She was tall with an athletic, almost muscular build. Much more of an Amazon woman. Her deep brown eyes also locked on Clarece. They both stared at her as she approached. Now, Clarece was the one trembling, though, there was something comforting about seeing other people, though, it was rather bizarre they were naked. Were these women part of the evil tribe that everyone has been afraid of. The boat seemed to propped itself against the bank, now only a few feet away from the women. This was simply the work of the river tentacles, which, for whatever reason, lead Clarece to these women.
"Hu..uhhh...hi....I am Clarece."
"We know, we have been expecting you," the pale brunette said with an evidently American accent.
"Expecting me?" Confused, she looked at them, bewildered. "But...how did you know? I thought I was going to did...those tentacles...they killed-"
"The tentacles do as we command. You will come with us," the ebony beauty cut her off, then offered her hand to help Clarece out of the boat. . She really had no idea why she reached forward and accepted it. Clearly, these women commanded a vicious creature that killed her guide. She shouldn't trust them, should she? But there was something warm and welcoming about the look in their eyes. There was an aurora about them. She felt, drawn to them. Clarece felt the slightest bit of arousal from seeing their beautiful naked bodies, two women with very different shapes, and contrasting skin tone. They were very sexy, despite the strange circumstance under which they presented themselves. As Clarece took the hand of the naked woman, she felt a spark, and energy that traveled down her arm, through her spine, and directly to her clitoris. She felt immediately, strong sexual arousal. Her nipples hardened instantly. Her clitoris throbbing with pleasure. She became flush as she squeezed her thighs tightly together as if to try to hide and douse the feeling. Yet, she was entranced, not letting go. The fair skinned, petite woman then extended her hand, and Clarece gladly accepted with a smile beaming in her face.
Another spark of energy flowed through her body, down her spine, engulfing her lower body, sending her into an instant orgasm. Her inner folds, barely wet from the first spark of arousal, released a river of feminine cum that filled her panties and bled through into her khakis. Her body tremored and she nearly fell to the ground had her new companions not held her up. It was the sort of orgasm that was so sudden and intense, it simply wasn't supposed to happen. Within seconds she went from terrified, to curious, to a state of sexual bliss. She looked up and smiled, gazing at each of her strange new friends. She stood nearly limp for a moment, panting, and then slowly regained her strength and began to walk again, following their lead, hand in hand. Clarece did not question anymore. She cared not who they were why there were naked, or where they were going. She did not question the fact that such an instantaneous orgasm was nearly impossible without build up or physical stimulation of any erogenous zone. She questioned nothing. She just followed.
The triad of women made their way down a clearly well walked path in the middle of the lush grassy field. Many people have clearly walked this path, wearing away the grass into nothing. The naked women on each side, walking in their bare feet over the hot dirt, but not wincing from the pain they should feel. Clarece, the outlier, dressed in dirty, sweat covered khakis pants and a plain khaki shirt. She grinned with delight. All was right. As they entered the mouth of a cave ahead, seeming dark as night inside, she did not hesitate. This is where her friends should lead her. It all seemed so perfectly fine. They entered the rather large opening in the rock which was wide enough for all three to keep in line, holding hands. The two naked women needed only brush aside a few bushes and vines as they walked in. They slowly faded into the darkness of the deep cavern.
The birds continued to squawk and chirp. Random centipedes crawled by, giant flies and wasp buzzed by. A six foot ling black snake slithered across the path the women walked upon only a few minutes ago. Then, coming from deep within the cave, a scream. A painful scream full of terror and fear. Clarece's cry echoed through the jungle, starting the green Macaws as they all flew away in synchronicity. Then…silence.
Three weeks passed and all was quite outside the cave. No one had left since the three women entered that day. Inside, the LCD screen of a laptop glowed. Turned on for the first time in nearly a month. Two hands laid upon the keyboard. Two hands with only four fingers, and long black claws. They were covered in the darkest of dark green flesh. Smooth in texture and sure to feel much like human skin to anyone who might touch them.
The hands, those of an alien being, typed quite quickly:
With her long black claws and elongated alien fingers, she clicked on send, and closed the laptop. Then, a voice, “It is done mistress. She will join us soon.” The voice odd, altered, but still, familiar in that it sounded much like Clarece.
She pushed up her thick framed glasses, a la Lisa Lobe, and looked around as the guide pushed the boat off the bank. It had been two months since she first came to the Amazon rainforest, but not a day went by that she didn’t simply stare in awe at its beauty. It seemed that every inch of ground was covered in lush foliage, the greenest trees and plants, and the most beautiful, vibrant wildlife she had ever seen. The sounds of the tropical birds, crickets, and other random calls of various wild creatures, had become quite soothing. She had grown to love the storms that helped lull her to sleep almost every night since she had arrived. The rain was constant and so soothing.
Today, the feeling was very different. She was leaving the comfort of the hut and familiar surroundings to journey down the river into unknown territory. Her guide, a native to the area and expert in the ins and outs of this massive jungle, was apprehensive himself. There was a clear look of panic on his face. He usually smiled at her, almost staring at her obsessively at times. She didn't think anything of it though, as this particular ebony skinned tribesman, rarely encountered someone with a skin tone like hers. Though they were a people who had adapted to a more modern lifestyle, working hand in hand with foreigners, whether it be a group of anthropologists or a wealthy adventurer, this particular guide, Si'en, hadn't ever had the pleasure of working with such a beautiful woman. Clarece always had a natural glowing tan, despite obsessively using sun block since she first came to the rainforest. Her face was rather round with cheek bones that were not very pronounced. With full lips and a short, rounded nose, she was quite beautiful. Her hair was naturally blonde, falling just past her shoulders, staying rather straight even on the most humid days. It was no secret that she was often stared at by her colleagues back home in the states. Of course, her rectangular glasses only enhanced the nerdy look which so many seemed to find so attractive.
Now, to many she was know as Dr. Clare Underwood, expert on some of the most isolated tribes in South America, but to her friends had was known as Clarece. The story of how her nickname became a longer version of her given name is interesting in and of itself. Her hippy mother, in an ongoing effort to be different, and pass the need to be different onto her children, gave her the name Clare, and specifically stated that "there will never be an "i" in my daughter's name. And so she was simply known as Clare until the second grade. It was then that her teacher, Ms. Anderson-Smith, saw her printout of her student role on the very first day of school. The list, printed in all of its dot-matrix glory, showed the last name as Underwood, Clare. Ms. Anderson-Smith assumed that this print out, in all of its dot-matrixness, had cut off this poor girl's name. She must be Clarece. Poor Ms. Anderson-Smith, wasn’t the best of spellers herself, not realize “Clarisse” is the more common spelling. Who would name a child Clare, not Claire? And so she called her Clarece, and so Clare's friends called her Clarece. Now, this is only significant in that Clarece felt that she had been freed by this teacher. This label given to her by her hippy mother, who only seemed stranger and more quirky as Clarece got older, was removed. Clarece was thrilled to be given a new name, albeit not that much different. She loved and adored Ms. Anderson-Smith. Clarece became obsessed with her school work, wanting to impress her teacher. This obsession took hold in the second grade, and continued to the 3rd, 4th, 5th and so on. Also, this seemingly insignificant name change gave Clarece a sense of empowerment and control that she loved and craved. She grew up to become quite the opposite of her mother. More anal retentive than free thinking and different. It served her well in excelling in school, graduating at the top of her class, and becoming amongst the youngest woman at her university to get a PhD in Anthropology.
Clarece never enjoyed feeling helpless or uneasy. This is rather unfortunate as for the first time in a long time, she was finding herself very uneasy. Always independent, she was studying in the Amazon alone, with no one else on her research “team.” Si'en was visibly trembling as the boat moved down the river.
"Are you sure you want to go to the forbidden area? Ma'am please. An evil people live there."
Though quite uncertain, she spoke confidently, "Yes, please...I have to see for myself."
As they made their way through the murky brwon water, Clarece glimpsed down, wondering what kind of horrible creatures lived below. She found herself becoming quite scared as her imagination got the best of her. Piranhas, alligators, anacondas, all likely inhabitants of this wide, eerily calm river. And her she was, alone with one other person in a boat, so old, so fragile, it might jus break in half at any moment. As she looked back at the wake the tiny boat left behind, she was quite sure she saw something...many things. Appearing just below the surface of the water, there seemed to be some sort of long, green snake like creature. They were skinny, dark, and hidden just beneath the veil of brown liquid which only made them even more mysterious. First, just a few, then seconds later, hundreds. These long green things did not swim and squirm like snakes, they were rather still, though, they waved and moved with the water as the boat traveled over them. Perhaps they were some sort of a plant, but she clearly saw random patterns of black veins in some of them as she looked over the bow of the boat. Si'en trembled more than before. He looked to Clarece, "Ma'am...do you see them? These waters are dangerous. We must go back."
For a moment, Clarece though he might be right. She had no idea what was inhe water beneath, and then this most knowledgeable guide was terrified. It was time to go back. They could try finding this lost tribe another time.
"Very well, Si'en. Yiu might be right. Let's turn-"
Her words stopped before she could finish. A long snake like tentacle thrust upward from the water and took hold of Si'en by the neck. A second tentacle, rose at least ten feet straight up. It was dripping with water, clearly made of some sort of smooth green flesh, black veins now clearly visible as it waved about in the air. Where it came from, and what it really was, was not obvious to either of them. The second grasped wrapped around Si'en's head with a quick whipping motion. Then -snap-. His neck was twisted completely so that his head had spun completely around. His eyes wide open, forever frozen in a look of fear. The two river tentacles then threw him into the murky water like a rag doll.
Terrified does not even begin to describe how Clarece felt. The fear that overcame her was so powerful, she couldn’t even fathom a whimper, let alone a scream. She stared at the carnage that took place before her, unable to move, unable to think. Then, the tentacles disappeared beneath the water’s surface as quickly as they appeared.
Seconds passed, then minutes. Everything seemed calm and quiet, with only the usual squawking and chirping in from the jungle in each bank that had always been there. Clarece's heart raced, it never slowed down. Finally, gathering the slightest bit of courage, she propped herself up slightly and looked to each side of the boat. Still, hundreds of tentacles waved in the water. Then, the boat began to move downstream, picking up speed. Clarece was certain that she was about to have her neck snapped, meeting the same fate her guide did, but instead, the tentacles moved her quickly downstream., guiding the boat underneath her feet. She simply looked around in awe. She was terrified and confused.
Clarece's body was covered in sweat, aside from the heat of the sun, which now sat in the middle of the bright blue sky over the river, the air was thick and humid. Her consistently straight hair suddenly became quite frizzy. Though fear was the dominant emotion, the slightest bit of curiously overcame her as she looked over to a clearing along the bank to which the boat was clearly heading. There, standing in the tall, green grass which stood still in the thick air, stood two figures. As she approached, it became clear to her that she was starring at two women in the nude. Both women about the same height, had their eyes locked on her. Now only fifty or so yards away, she could make out that one of these women was petite and pale as can be, with shoulder length brown hair. Her sapphire blue eyes staring at Clarece. She was clearly not native to this land. Clarece couldn’t help but be drawn to her rather modest chest, small breasts with pale pink nipples and rather wide areolas. Her body quite slender. The other woman, was a beautiful ebony delight. She was tall with an athletic, almost muscular build. Much more of an Amazon woman. Her deep brown eyes also locked on Clarece. They both stared at her as she approached. Now, Clarece was the one trembling, though, there was something comforting about seeing other people, though, it was rather bizarre they were naked. Were these women part of the evil tribe that everyone has been afraid of. The boat seemed to propped itself against the bank, now only a few feet away from the women. This was simply the work of the river tentacles, which, for whatever reason, lead Clarece to these women.
"Hu..uhhh...hi....I am Clarece."
"We know, we have been expecting you," the pale brunette said with an evidently American accent.
"Expecting me?" Confused, she looked at them, bewildered. "But...how did you know? I thought I was going to did...those tentacles...they killed-"
"The tentacles do as we command. You will come with us," the ebony beauty cut her off, then offered her hand to help Clarece out of the boat. . She really had no idea why she reached forward and accepted it. Clearly, these women commanded a vicious creature that killed her guide. She shouldn't trust them, should she? But there was something warm and welcoming about the look in their eyes. There was an aurora about them. She felt, drawn to them. Clarece felt the slightest bit of arousal from seeing their beautiful naked bodies, two women with very different shapes, and contrasting skin tone. They were very sexy, despite the strange circumstance under which they presented themselves. As Clarece took the hand of the naked woman, she felt a spark, and energy that traveled down her arm, through her spine, and directly to her clitoris. She felt immediately, strong sexual arousal. Her nipples hardened instantly. Her clitoris throbbing with pleasure. She became flush as she squeezed her thighs tightly together as if to try to hide and douse the feeling. Yet, she was entranced, not letting go. The fair skinned, petite woman then extended her hand, and Clarece gladly accepted with a smile beaming in her face.
Another spark of energy flowed through her body, down her spine, engulfing her lower body, sending her into an instant orgasm. Her inner folds, barely wet from the first spark of arousal, released a river of feminine cum that filled her panties and bled through into her khakis. Her body tremored and she nearly fell to the ground had her new companions not held her up. It was the sort of orgasm that was so sudden and intense, it simply wasn't supposed to happen. Within seconds she went from terrified, to curious, to a state of sexual bliss. She looked up and smiled, gazing at each of her strange new friends. She stood nearly limp for a moment, panting, and then slowly regained her strength and began to walk again, following their lead, hand in hand. Clarece did not question anymore. She cared not who they were why there were naked, or where they were going. She did not question the fact that such an instantaneous orgasm was nearly impossible without build up or physical stimulation of any erogenous zone. She questioned nothing. She just followed.
The triad of women made their way down a clearly well walked path in the middle of the lush grassy field. Many people have clearly walked this path, wearing away the grass into nothing. The naked women on each side, walking in their bare feet over the hot dirt, but not wincing from the pain they should feel. Clarece, the outlier, dressed in dirty, sweat covered khakis pants and a plain khaki shirt. She grinned with delight. All was right. As they entered the mouth of a cave ahead, seeming dark as night inside, she did not hesitate. This is where her friends should lead her. It all seemed so perfectly fine. They entered the rather large opening in the rock which was wide enough for all three to keep in line, holding hands. The two naked women needed only brush aside a few bushes and vines as they walked in. They slowly faded into the darkness of the deep cavern.
The birds continued to squawk and chirp. Random centipedes crawled by, giant flies and wasp buzzed by. A six foot ling black snake slithered across the path the women walked upon only a few minutes ago. Then, coming from deep within the cave, a scream. A painful scream full of terror and fear. Clarece's cry echoed through the jungle, starting the green Macaws as they all flew away in synchronicity. Then…silence.
Three weeks passed and all was quite outside the cave. No one had left since the three women entered that day. Inside, the LCD screen of a laptop glowed. Turned on for the first time in nearly a month. Two hands laid upon the keyboard. Two hands with only four fingers, and long black claws. They were covered in the darkest of dark green flesh. Smooth in texture and sure to feel much like human skin to anyone who might touch them.
The hands, those of an alien being, typed quite quickly:
Dear Vita,
I’m sorry to have gone so long without writing you. I know it has been over three weeks now since we last corresponded. I could write pages and pages, explaining what has happened, but it would be much easier for me to show you. I want you to come find me. There is something wonderful and glorious that I have to show you. Words cannot describe how magnificent my discovery is. You just have to see it for yourself, with your own two eyes.
I’m sending the coordinates of my camp. You will find supplies and everything you need. Just come find me. Soon! Please! I can’t wait to see you. What a wonderful time we are going to have together. We are about to change the world!
Your friend,
Clarece
I’m sorry to have gone so long without writing you. I know it has been over three weeks now since we last corresponded. I could write pages and pages, explaining what has happened, but it would be much easier for me to show you. I want you to come find me. There is something wonderful and glorious that I have to show you. Words cannot describe how magnificent my discovery is. You just have to see it for yourself, with your own two eyes.
I’m sending the coordinates of my camp. You will find supplies and everything you need. Just come find me. Soon! Please! I can’t wait to see you. What a wonderful time we are going to have together. We are about to change the world!
Your friend,
Clarece
With her long black claws and elongated alien fingers, she clicked on send, and closed the laptop. Then, a voice, “It is done mistress. She will join us soon.” The voice odd, altered, but still, familiar in that it sounded much like Clarece.
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