Iniana Jones and the Search for Ultimate Pleasures

[SexyChele]

The year is 1938, and Indiana Jones is just finishing up a class in Archeology. As the class is dismissed, Dr. Marcus Brodie walks in to tell Indiana that, once again, the world of antiquities is in dire need of his services. Those mysterious entities in high government positions who feel only Dr. Jones can solve these great emergencies, has once again contacted Dr. Bodie to tell him that the Headpiece of Ra has been stolen from a museum in Cairo. Indiana remembers this particular piece, as it helped to solve the riddle of the hiding place of the lost Ark several years before.

Incensed as always about people wanting to keep pieces of antiquity in personal collections, over having them in museums, Indy tells Marcus there is only one place where the artifact could possibly be sold - somewhere in Morocco - and wants to leave immediately. There have been rumors that Emir Halud Al’Umbra has been wanting the Headpiece to be able to give the priceless ruby it contains to the husband of his daughter on her wedding night….a gift in addition to her virginity.

Indiana Jones insists on leaving immediately, and quickly catches a flight into Cairo where he can inspect the museum and speak to the curator. There had been no signs of a visible break-in, indicating that it was an “inside” job. Also, there were indeed rumors of an unscrupulous antique dealer in either Marrakech or Casablanca claiming to have the piece and willing to sell it to the highest bidder. Indiana heads to the airport but is unable to get on a flight for several more days. Somebody at the airport tells him it might be faster if he charter a flight. The man he speaks with recommends the pilot at the very end of the tarmac.

As Indy approaches the plane, he finds the pilot under the engine cowling deep in concentration.

“Excuse me, but I need get to Casablanca and money is no object.”

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I stop at the unmistakable sound of his voice. My name is Sydney Baker, but people call me Syd for short. I was once a promising Archeology student of Dr. Jones a few years back - he had even considered making me his protégé, and encouraged me to work towards my doctorate in Archeology, a field I absolutely love. But then a handsome young pilot entered my life, and flying soon became my passion. After graduating from college, I scrapped, begged, and pleaded enough money to buy my pride and joy --a 1934 Piper Cub. Through a series of mishaps, my pilot left me high and dry, so to speak, and I wound up in Cairo chartering wealthy Americans and Europeans to exotic destinations. I was hoping to save enough money to go back home, but so far I’d been in this dump for 2 years and no sign of leaving.

I take stock of how I must look…..shoulder-length auburn hair tucked up under my cap, dirty coveralls bagging about me, and I’m sure more than one grease smudge to highlight my high cheekbones and green eyes. But, damn, Indy! Here! Why? We’d had a brief, but passionate interlude while I was in college, but when I left, he was so disgusted with me he never wanted to talk to me again. I turn slowly….wondering if he still recognizes me…

“Indiana Jones. What do ya know? Remember me? So how much you willing to pay for my baby to fly you to Casablanca?”

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OOC: This thread already has some players cast, but I invite anyone who wishes to join to just jump in and have a good time. The players we have already are:

Indiana Jones Ariosto
Sydney Baker (pilot/Indy’s partner) SexyChele
Acabar Al'Umbra (son Emir Al'Umbra) Xantham
Ashalanton Al'Umbra (Acabar's sister) MtnAngelWV
Abdul (antique dealer) Black Bart
Elaine Davis (Abul's assistant) Ticklish Girl

But, by all means, there is room for more, including Dr. Brodie and Sully (the Egyptian who has provided invaluable help to Indy), and other various and assorted good and bad guys. Now, granted George Lucas has not provided us with very many female characters in the Indy series, however, I would encourage the return of Willie (I.J. and the Temple of Doom) or the appearance of the evil Dr. Ilsa Schneider (I.J. and the Last Crusade), along with the creation of any other female characters that might add to the story.

And, should you choose not to be involved, I invite you to sit back, read, and enjoy!

 

[ariosto]

"Why...ummm....Kit!..Kitty Beaker what a surprise! I havn't seen you since...since....You worked on my Packard!"

She eyed him up and down. Yep same old Doctor Jones, a real 'people person.'
"You can say that. I did work on your 'Packard' more than once Indy Jones. I remember it fondly."

He didn't like the way she was holding that wrench.

"How much." She gripped it tighter.

"Ahhh...where's the pilot?" He backed off a step ot two.

"I'm the pilot. And I don't come cheap Doc."

There was something in her furrowed brow that suddenly jogged his memory.

"Syd!" Sydney...of course I wondered what had become of you after that incident at Professor Brodie's bachelor party."

Under the grease she blushed crimson. Why could he remember THAT and not even her name!

Suddenly he was all smiles, his hand pumping hers and his arm around her shoulders. She felt her blood begin to bubble as some of that old 'feeling' began to come back so she hit him in the shin with the wrench.

OWWWWWW!"

"What did you do that for!" he was hopping around the hanger like a frog. At last she smiled.

"Call it a payback Doctor Jones. Now tell me where you want to go... and my last names Baker."

She turned and slid under the engine once again. Her mind in a whirl.

Indy got down on his knees...
"I have to fly to Casblanca right away. Maybe you can point out a pilot and a plane who can take me there..."

 

[SexyChele]

Syd

I drag my eyes to Indy's. There may have been that one embarassing incident back in college, but I'll be damned if I'm going to let him intimidate me.

"Jones, you always knew how to charm a lady, didn't you?"

I turn back to the engine and inspect the oil one more time.

"Fact is, Jones, you are looking at the best pilot on this airfield. And my little baby here can fly you into and out of just about any spot you may find yourself in. And I know that you find yourself in quite a few."

He looks at me with his eyebrows raised...."You? A crack pilot? Well, I need some one that can get me to Casablanca as quickly as possible. I'm sorry, but this little thing won't do the job."

I look at him sharply.

"This 'little thing' will take you anywhere you want to go, Jones, but you gotta treat the pilot with some respect. You need to be in Casablanca in a hurry? Yeah, I can get you within 48 hours, but you are going to pay. And the fact is, most of these pilots won't fly you anywhere, I don't speak highly of you.

"What do you say, Jones? I need the money - bad. You obviously need to get to Casablanca in a hurry. Deal? Just let me get cleaned up and get my stuff together.....you can explain the reason you need to be there on the way there."

 

[ariosto]

"Okay, Syd it's a deal. Let's shake on it."

She slipped out from under the engine and into Indy's waiting arms. Before she could react he was kissing her like a long last lover. She couldn't deploy the wrench since it was trapped against her body by the archaeologists amorous embrace.

"God yes I remember you sweetheart. What say we do this on a percentage thing instead of cash."
She looked at him in disbelief...

"No. Cash. A lot of cash."
He kissed her again and she bit his lip.

"I don't need you!"
he yelled backing off, blood dripping down his chin.

She turned back to the engine.
"One thousand dollars and a dollar a mile Doc."

"Your crazy! I'm not flying to Casablanca with the likes of you."

She tossed a greasy rag at him.
"Yes you are because I can have you out of here in one hour flat and I happen to know that Fraulein Schneider is about
one hour and one minute behind you with a dozen storm troopers, buster."

He dapped at his lip.
"How the hell do you know that."

"Damn Jones, Everybody in Cairo knows what your after and the Nazi's want to know bad enough to take you apart with a pair of tweezers.

 

[SexyChele]

Syd

I stand with my arms crossed, looking at him with eyebrows raised. Damn! Why did he have to go ahead and kiss me like that?!? I'm trying to stand here with knees turning to water.

"Jones, I don't think you are in a position for much negotiation at the moment. You agree to my deal.......or you stay in Cairo and hope a camel caravan will get you there eventually."

As he begins to dab at his lip, I can see that he realizes it's either me or nothing.

"Wait here, I'll be right back."

I scurry into the back of the hangar that has become my mini-home here at the airport. Shoving a few items in a duffle bag, I take off the coveralls revealing the slacks that hug my hips and ass, and white cotton shirt underneath. Taking off the cap, I feverishly brush out my auburn hair until it turns to fire. Doing the best I can, I remove the grease smudges from my cheeks and nose, and apply a little mascara and lipstick.

Stepping out from the back of the hangar, I see Indy still standing there, and I smile.

"Now, that thousand bucks will be paid up front if you don't mind. Not that I don't trust you, or anything."

As he fumbles for the cash, I stow his gear and mine in the back of the Cub, and then slip into a leather jacket - gets a little cool the higher up we go. I stash the cash in my jack, then hook the jack to the front of the plane and gently pull her out of the hangar. I do a pre-flight check, then give Indy the OK to climb in. When she's clear, I lock up the hangar, as Indy climbs into the back.

Getting into the pilot's seat, I fire up the engine and watch as the prop comes to life. Pushing the left rudder peddle and feeding my baby a little fuel, we start to rumble down the tarmac on our way to the runway. I position my baby for take-off, and when the coast is clear, I begin to give her the power she needs to send us into the sky. Fighting the torque from the prop has always been a little difficult for me, but I manage to keep her straight and steady on the runway, as she builds up speed. The tail, in preparation for take-off lifts off her back wheel, and shortly after I feel the Cub almost demanding to be taken up. Pulling the joystick towards me slowly, the Cub almost leaps off of the ground and quickly starts to make her ascent. I always find this the most thrilling part of flying.

Over the din of the engine and the rush of air, I call out to Jones...

"We will be making a few stops for fuel and oil, but we should be in Casablanca by sometime tomorrow. So.....what's the scoop, Indy? What are you up to now?"

 

[ariosto]

He has to practicaly scream in her ear above the hammering din of the Cub's engine.

"HEADPIECE OF RA....STOLEN....FROM CAIRO MUSEUM...INFORMANTS...MOROCCO...DEALER IN CASABLANCA...ABDUL...

Syd gives a start and cuts the engine, the plane staggers and begins to lose altitude.

"HE........
WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT FOR!"

She turns on him, eyes flashing.
"Stop shouting I can hear you now. You never mentioned Abdul!"

"JESUS!...Jesus start the motor! Do something!"
The Sahara floor is rushing up fast.

"Two thousand bucks Indy. As soon as we land!"

"YESYESYES....YES!..Turn on the goddamned ignition or something.
NOW!"

With a roar the little plane came back to life and soared into the cloudless blue sky.


"Sidi al' Ghan."
The Berber guide told the bespectacled German in the armored car.
"They will land at the oasis of Sidi al Ghan within the hour for fuel. In all likilhood they will stay the night."

He held out his hand and Herr von Kleistermann began to lay Reichsmarks in it.
"No no, my friend. You pay in gold. Or you will not get to the Oasis to kill them."
The forty armed nomads behind him made arguing the point somewhat mute.

 

[SexyChele]

Syd

How I loved screwing with Indy's brain.....like I'd every let anything happen to my little baby here. As he agrees to my request for 2 thousand dollars, I restart the engine with a smile and pull back on the joystick to send my baby soaring once again.

But Indy mentioned Abdul...that was not good. I'd had a couple of encounters with this guy, none good. He was a handsome man, in a dark, Northern African way. And he could be quite charming - when he set his mind to it. But he had a cruel streak, that one did. And he enjoyed letting it surface. He was usually ok as long as you let him run his little illicit businesses. But get in his way, and watch out.

Rumor had it he had an assistant working for him....Eileen, Ellen, Eloise......no - Elaine! That was it! Hadn't heard too much about her, but if she was mixed up with Abdul, it couldn't be good.

I look at the fuel tubes on either side of me, and check the oil pressure. Looking down, I quickly gage how much further we can go. Turning my head slightly, I yell over the din of the engine...

"Sidi al' Ghan!"

"WHAT?" Jones yelled back.

"It's an oasis - I can get fuel and oil there - our first stop. Should be there by nightfall. We can also get something to eat as well. You should think now whether you want to spend the night or keep on going. Sleeping in this baby can be quite uncomfortable, but if your willing to go the night in here, I can stay up and fly 'er!"

In the distance, I could already spot the tiny trees and greenery that made up the oasis...

 

[Guest]

The cub sat on the hardpacked sand and the two 'partners' walked into the trees and cool air of the oasis. The twilight sky was clear above the black silhouettes of the palm tops, a crescent moon hung in the west. Lights and sound were coming from the one low slung structure at the center of the grove.

As they approached Indy looked up and read the sign over the door.
THE CAMELS HUMP...Food, Lodging, Petrol and Spirits.
"Lawrence The Arabian proprietor"

"Lawrence the Arabian?"

Syd was allready in the door being hugged to death by a man who looked like a broom handle with a moustache.

"Indy," she managed to get out, "Meet Lawrence Clydesdale...our host."

"Clydesdale as in horses?"
Lawrence dropped Syd and stuck out his hand.

"Quite right old chap...horses!"
The man might look consumptive but he had a grip like a gorilla.
"What can I do for ya?"

Syd was at the bar pouring herself a hefty glass of whiskey.
"I need about 90 litres of gas Larry, the rest is up to him."

"Uhhhh, well, some food? Maybe..."
Jones walked over to the bar and took a sip of Syd's whiskey.

"Absolutely! I have a cold mutton pie with dates that you'll love mates!...Sydney hit the chap on the back you don't want 'im to choke do ya?"

When he had recovered enough to ask what she was drinking in that glass she had already finished it and was pouring another.

"Maybe we should stay here tonight. Take off in the morning..."

She took a long swallow.
"Doc you're sayin' that cause you think you can get in my pants tonight."
She finished the glass and sat down heavily.
"Well I might uv had that fantasy once but no more..."

"No?"

"Nope, cause you are a DickHead."

"A what!?"
But she was already asleep with her head tucked on the bar.

"Hey what was in that drink!"
That was when he felt a sharp crack on his head and everything went black.

 

[ariosto]

I think I have this fixed

 

[SexyChele]

Syd

I am aware of my brain being in a fog, before I realize anything else. As I open my eyes, I try to focus.....a darkened room, seemingly windowless. I realize I'm on the floor, and when I try to move, I realize that my hands are painfully tied behind my back and my knees and ankles are bound as well.

Moving my head too quickly causes a slight dizziness sensation, so I slowly move my head around, searching the room. There....over by the corner....Indy - out cold.

I manage to sit up still feeling a little whoozy and slightly sick to my stomach. Man, that must have been some mickie!

"Indy! Indy!" I call out.

No response. Is he dead? Alive? I slowly scoot my way in that direction, trying to listen for sounds outside of the room. I hear faint murmurings.....like voices outside a door. Glancing around, I see a door at the opposite end of the room from where Indy is lying. There is a transom window above it, and a light glows faintly through it. I check the transom, and notice it is slightly ajar. Hmmm.....best to let them think I'm still out.

As quietly as I can, I make my way over to Indy. When I finally reach him, I can detect the slight movement of his chest. Ok....still breathing.

"Indy! Innnndddddyyyyy!" I whisper loudly, keeping my eye on the door. "Damnit, Indiana, what have you gotten me into now?!?!"

I start to use my body to bump Indy....slowly, then increasing. I finally hear faint mumblings - good, finally getting to him. Just...one...last...hard....shove - WHAM! And I end up toppling over onto him....but at least he wakes up...

"Syd? Syd? What are you doing? Ooohhhh, my head....Syd, get off of me!"

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Elaine Davis, assistant to Abdul

“Exquisite.” Lionel Poole’s voice was breathless. He removed his spectacles, breathed on them, polished them on his vest, and resettled them on his nose. Once that was done, he resumed his study of the blue and white porcelain jar. He wore an expression that was half awe, half lust. “Ming Dynasty?” he asked.

“Yes indeed,” I said. “Note the intricacy of the characters, especially here.” I leaned in next to him and pointed at the side of the jar. My breast brushed his arm slightly and he flinched as if he had received a small electric shock.

I straightened up again. “When we got it, I immediately thought of you, Mr. Poole.”

Poole looked up at me, his plump face red. “R-really, Miss Davis?” he said. His eyes dropped to the low neck of my blouse and his face grew even redder.

“Absolutely. I told Abdul, ‘We have got to tell that nice Mr. Poole about this lovely jar. He will adore it.’ And Abdul agreed, of course.” I chuckled and laid a hand on his arm. He flinched again. “I know how you appreciate fine things, Mr. Poole.”

Poole’s watery blue eyes darted to my hand on his arm and then to my chest again. “I certainly do, Miss Davis,” he said. His voice was a little hoarse.

I chuckled again. “I know what my customers like,” I said. My voice was low and a little throaty.

Poole managed to raise his eyes to my face. “You – you do?”

“Of course.” I gently stroked his arm and savored the little moan that came from his throat. “Satisfied customers are the cornerstone of any business, wouldn’t you say?”

Poole’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. He nodded vigorously. “Yes, yes, I would say that.”

“I’m so glad you agree!” I gave him my warmest smile. He blinked rapidly and managed a small, twitchy smile of his own. His face was now the color of old brick. “So, do we have a deal, Mr. Poole?”

“A deal?” He squinted at me.

“For the jar.”

“Oh, the jar! Yes, yes, of course. I love it. It will be the perfect addition to my collection.”

“I’m so happy to hear that, Mr. Poole.” I then quoted him a price that was roughly fifty percent higher than the jar’s actual worth.

He didn’t even blink. “Yes, that would be excellent. Let’s close the deal, Miss Davis.”

I nodded. “As you wish, Mr. Poole. A pleasure doing business with you, as always.”

"And I must say, it is a pleasure to deal with you, Miss Davis." Poole grinned and rubbed his hands together. "I certainly hope Abdul is paying you enough to work for him. You are as rare a treasure as any of these items."

"Oh, Mr. Poole, you flatter me, really!" I giggled. "Now don't say another word or else my head will swell up like a balloon! Let me just get this bill of sale filled out and you can take that lovely jar home with you."

I reached under the desk for the bill and a pen. I was thrilled beyond words. I couldn’t wait to tell Abdul about the nice profit we had made on the jar. He certainly would be very pleased.

 

[ariosto]

Indy rolled towards the wall trapping Syd against it. He began grinding his hips and groin against her thighs.

"What the!..What...'
"SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!..
I have a knife in my front pocket if we can get it out then we can cut the ropes."

Syd began to move her pelvis in synch with his, feeling the small bulge of the pocket knife inching towards the top of his pocket. There was another bulge inching up too.

"Stop it." She hissed.

"Stop what?"

"You know what Goddammit. Get your peewee out of my crotch."

"PeeWee! You sure as hell didn't used to call it that." He ground his insulted manhood against her stomach...

"Vell, vell. Herr Professor Jones, I see that you are as incoragable as they say. Imagine making luv vin you are about to die...My My."

They both rolled over and stared at the rat like man standing in the kitchen doorway stroking his Hitler moustache.
"I am colonel Von Kleistermann Doktor and I need some information from you very badly."

Indy smiled as best he could...
"Wha Ahm afraid y'all are mistaken Cunnel. Mah names Bubba Lee Jones and this is mah darlin' wife
Daisy Mae."
he ignored the knee jerked against his butt.
"We were tryin t'find the pyramids. Ah They 'round hyeh?"

The little man walked into the room and kicked him in the head.

"OWWWWWW!!"

"Please do not insult me Doktor Jones"

"Gunnermann, Boelles!. Commen zie hier."
The doorway behind him was suddenly filled with the biggest German Indy had ever seen. He was followed by an even bigger one.

The Ratman gestured for the giants to pick up the prisoners and bring them into the dining room.
Gunnermann did it all by himself.

They strapped Indy into a chair. And spreadeagled a wildly protesting Sydney across a battered table. Clydedale would be of no help since he was lying on the floor with a knife in his back.

"What the Fuck have you done Indy!"
The giant Bobsy Twins were salivating
over her.

"Don't worry."
He was trying desperately to formulate an escape plan.


"Don't worry!...You say Don't worry!"
Boelle was beginning to tear the buttons off her shirt.

 

[BLACK BART]

Abdul

I work quietly, feverishly in the back room, packing clothes and several boxes, finishing up several projects at once. I have wind of a huge deal, and don't want to lose a chance at it, so I anticipate being away. Hence the packing.....

Out front my faithful assistant, Elaine, puts the charm to Mr. Poole, a regular customer. Her price is steep, but he always pays, in defference to her charms!

Sometimes I wish she would turn those charms my way, but don't want to lose the best thing that ever walked in the store front.

Straightening my six foot frame, I wipe the sweat off my dark skinned face, and walk into the front. Mr Poole has just hustled out the door, his face bright red, but not from the heat I think.

"AHHHH, Miss Davis, you have done well, again" I compliment her. "You are indeed a blessing to this humble business, and myself"

Noticing the low cut blouse, and the ample display within, I smile. "Miss Davis, you have learned well, and improvised much better than even I could do" I continue, nodding at her secret weapons.

"Perhaps a toast to your health, and our wealth?" I suggest, pulling a bottle of sweet, but powerful wine from a cupboard.

 

[SexyChele]

Syd

The goon soon had the buttons torn off of my shirt, leaving my bra-encased breasts heaving before him. As he raised a knife to his grinning face, my eyes opened in fear. He brings the knife to the point where my cleavage begins, and plays with the point on my skin....making fine white lines.

"Indy, damn you, think of something....quick!"

"I'm thinking, I'm thinking...."

But when I glance over at him, Indy is watching intently as the knife slowly makes its way down to the fabrice enclosing my breasts. With a flick of his wrist, the knife slices through the fabric of the bra, freeing my breasts, placing them on view to all present. I struggle against my bounds, but I am unable to break them.

As I open my eyes, I see both of these huge men looming over me, and suddenly there is one on each breast, sucking and biting and squeezing to the point of pure pain.

"Indy.....do....something....will....you?? OUCH! OH!"

I hear laughter, and instinctively know that the one called Von Kleistermann is watching and laughing. As I continue to struggle, one of the huge Germans who has attached his mouth to my nipple is working at my pants, finally undoing them. I glance once more at Indy, and notice that he has a hard bulge growing in his khakis.

"Indy! If you don't get me out of this, I swear, Jones, I'll never speak to you again!"

Just then a flash of motion catches my eye...

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Elaine Davis

Abdul’s compliments go straight to my head, making me blush a little. He’s always lavish with his praise, especially when I pull off a big sale like the one I just made to Mr. Poole.

“A toast? Don’t mind if I do.” I watch as he pours the wine, then murmur a thank you as he hands the glass to me. I can’t resist holding the glass up to the light to admire the wine. The golden liquid is the color of honey, and almost as thick. I’ve never seen any wine quite like it. It must be a local vintage.

Abdul pours a glass for himself, then we raise our glasses and clink them together. “May we have a thousand customers like Lionel Poole,” I say, with a giggle. Abdul nods and grins broadly.

I take a sip, marveling as the sweetness explodes on my tongue and burns a delightfully mellow path down my throat. “Oh my, this is delicious!” I exclaim, and take another sip. I roll the wine around in my mouth for a couple of seconds before swallowing, trying to identify the mix of flavors. “Why, it’s almost like a cross between Grand Marnier and Amaretto, only sweeter.” There is a warm and pleasant glow building in my stomach, as if I’ve swallowed a ray of sunshine.

I take one more sip, then look up at Abdul’s smiling face. The heat is spreading up from my stomach to my face. I can feel my dark hair beginning to stick to my perspiring forehead. My cheeks feel warm, and my limbs are tingling a little. It’s not an unpleasant sensation.

“Got a bit of a kick to it,” I say, giggling a little.

 

[ariosto]

The Swiss army knife takes Gunnermann right in the base of the skull and he falls like a polled ox.

The two remaining Nazi's spin around but the intrepid archaeologist has hurled himself on Boelle with the knife that had stuck so horribly from Clydesdales' spine and before the teutonic Bohemoth could defend himself. Indy cuts his throat from ear to ear.
The bullet from Von Kleistermanns luger blew off Jones hat as he dived under the table on which lay the terrified Syd. He grabbed the legs and upended it, knocking it into the Colonels belly
and felling him to the floor, where Syd is able inspite of her
naked and bound condition to bite his ear off.

"ACCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
He screams as Indy kicks the pistol from his hand.
The panting, gore stained adventurer straddles the whimpering 'Superman' and...

"Jones, untie me!...I'm almost upside down!"

"Yeah sure..."

He bends down holding the blood stained knife against Von Kleistermanns gulping throat.
"Spill it you little Nazi piss ant.'

"Indy...UNTIE ME!"

"Yeah sure..."

The colonel squinches up and spits in Jones face...
"Heil Hitler!" and dies.

Indy leaned close and sniffed....
"Cyanide"

"GET ME THE FUCK OFF THIS TABLE!"

"OH yeah."
He flips the table upright and stares down at the red faced pilot.
Her breasts are lush and heave upwards with each panting breath.

"Untie me now Jones."

He reaches down and knocks an ear out of her hair.
Somehow in spite of his blood stained condition and hyperventilations he has retained the erection that had pushed
the pocket knife out of his pocket enabling him to cut his bindings.

Yes he had retained it and right now Syd lying strapped down to that table looked damned good!

 

[BLACK BART]

Abdul

The flush on Miss Davis's face changes her normal business like demeanor to that of a sultry vixen. A change I find highly pleasant and desirable.

"Be careful Miss Davis, the vintage is local, made of plums and grapes, it is sweet and very potent" I warn her, my heart not completely in it.

"It is very hot in here, the fan must have quit again, damn it will take two months to get a new one!" I verbalize, feeling a heat of mine, and undoing the tie I normally wear for business.

"Let's say we lay off early" I say in an unacustomed burst of generosity "Seeing as how I need to fly out tomorrow, and the huge sale you just made, I think we both deserve it"

I was thinking of asking her out to dinner, but couldn't keep my eyes off her, as she dabbed at the gougeous valley between her breasts with a dainty hankerchief.

"Perhaps one more, before we have dinner, we have much to talk about." I suggest, refilling our glasses. Again I am stricken by the change in Elaine, as the potent wine quickly erases her inhibitions.

"Please forgive my boldness" I beg of her, unbuttoning my top button on my shirt "But it is extremely hot inside here"

 

[SexyChele]

Syd

Trying to catch my breath, my head still reeling from what has just happened, I see Indy with a particular gleam in his eye.

"Indy, untie me, damnit - NOW! Now is not the time to be thinking of sex....don't you know there may be more of them?!?!"

"If there were, Syd, they would have come in here by now. The commotion would have brought them running. No, it's just you and I, Syd."

Indy came closer and reached out a hand, tracing lightly the outline of my left breast. As shots of pleasure course through my body, I try to keep my mind focused.

"No, Indy.....I...don't.....want....this!"

"That's what you said the last time Syd, remember?" As he leans in closer to my face...."And, as I recall, it was exactly what you had wanted."

As his lips burned against mine, his hand became more eager against my breast. Straining against the restraints holding me, I discover that I am unable to budge them. Indy's other hand runs down my body, causing shivers to escape. Breaking his kiss, he moves down my jaw, my neck, to my shoulders and collarbone, before tracing his tongue down to my breasts. As his tongue circles my nipple, his hand continues its quest downward, until it reaches the waistband of my pants.

"Hmm....these could be a problem," he murmurs.

As I catch my breath, Indy takes the knife that had killed both Clydesdale and the German and proceeds to cut them from my body, exposing me fully to his gaze. Throwing the knife to the floor, his lips once more find my nipple as he begins to suck and his fingers lightly run over my hips and thighs, slowly making their way to my tender and waiting sex.

I'm straining against the restraints....but now more to touch Indy than to resist his attempts. Once again, he knows how to play my body, and he's alreay got it to start humming. As his fingers spread my lips wide, I feel him teasing my sex, daring me to resist, until my hips are pushing against his hand, and my moans fill the room.

"Is there something I can do for you, Syd?"

"Yes, Jones, and you damn well know what it is."

"Then ask me for it, Syd."

I let out what seems like a growl before answering him.

"Damnit, Jones, I want you to fuck me.....here....now!"

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Elaine Davis

My face flushes even hotter, as if sympathizing with Abdul’s observation. “Oh, by all means, make yourself comfortable. Yes, it certainly is hot in here.” I take another sip of the excellent wine, then pat my damp forehead with my handkerchief. Abdul’s suggestion that we close early sounds very appealing.

As I look at him, my eyes can’t help traveling down his shirt, where his dark skin peeks out through the open neck. Something about the contrast between the snowy shirt and his smooth, dark flesh makes me catch my breath. A stray thought crosses my mind: what would it be like to run my tongue along that patch of skin? Is the rest of his body that smooth and dark? I half-close my eyes and imagine slowly unbuttoning his shirt, trailing my tongue down his body, licking and kissing every inch of skin, all the way down to his –

Suddenly I snap out of my trance. I’m shocked to find that the tip of my tongue is actually poking out from between my parted lips. I gasp and cover my mouth with my handkerchief, overcome by embarrassment. What on earth just happened to me? I’ve never thought of Abdul in that way before. It would be incredibly inappropriate to do so. It’s one thing to use my feminine charms to tease a silly man like Lionel Poole into overpaying for some knickknack, but Abdul is my employer. Some lines you just don’t cross.

Scrambling to cover my gaffe, praying that Abdul didn’t notice, I quickly take another sip of wine, then say, “You said we have much to talk about. What shall we talk about?”

 

[BLACK BART]

Abdul

The rising heat has created a rivulet of moisture, that runs through the valley of Elaine's bounteous mountains, slowly coating them and creating a nearly translucent fabric.

My normal business face is now a blank stare, as I imagine my tongue and lips on her sweet mountains, licking her peaks into even harder and greater proportions.

At the sound of her husky voice, I shake my head as if awakening from a deep sleep and tell her.

"You are quite right, my dear Miss Davis, we breast get back......er best get back to business at hand" My face reddens beneath its dark skin, which I pray to my Muhammed she doesn't notice.

At her small giggle, I realize my error had not gone unnoticed, and I smile.

"I wish to talk to you about a partnership, between you and I" I tell her "Your hard work and tremendous sales technique, has not gone unnoticed, and I think it is time we broaden our relationship"

Despite my speech, and the sincerity of my words, my eyes return to her breasts, unbidden. Also, I feel an urgent and growing sensation lower down, which I think will soon be all too apparent.

"Despite the traditions of my country, I want you to have a substantial percentage of this humble business, in order to guarntee a profitable, and growing relationship between us."

I pull my eyes to her face, seeing the sensous pout on her lips, as she pulls her tongue in between them. Without thinking I lean forward and press my lips against hers, feeling her return the kiss, before pulling back.

 

[ariosto]

Indy has never made love to a girl tied to a table top. He's never made love to anyone in a room with four dead men, three of whom he's killed in the last five minutes...Well There's a first time for everything!
He strips off his blood stained clothes quickly under Syd's impassioned eyes and mounting the table stradles her, knees under her arms and presses himself against her full opened lips.

"Eat PeeWee."
he whispers, and presses the head of his handsome penis into her mouth. She takes it slowly, not wanting to appear too eager. It feels like a moist warm glove sliding deliciously over him. When he feels the back of her throat he stops and begins to stroke himself slowly, right up to her lips.

"I could just masturbate right down your throat Syd..."
He feels her sucking, her tongue licking.

"I could...but..."
He withdraws his cock inspite of her efforts to keep him engorged in her mouth.

"Not yet."

He slides down her body until he can play with his prick against her breasts. He moves his cockhead in circles around the firmly pliant mounds of Syd's tits, leaving trails of precum in lazy spirals right to the stiffly erect tips, where he...
Stops.

Listens....

"What?" Her voice is shallow, aprehensive.
"WHAT!"

"Shhhhh....a plane."

Indeed there is a plane coming, they can both hear it now.
"Get me off this table Jones. Right now!"

He looks down at her and grins.
"I'll get you off right now allright Sydney."

Before she knows it, he's between her spread legs, rubbing the full length of his erection right over her lips and hot receptive clit.

"Oh GoDDDD...."
Her hands clench into fists, her toes curl. The sound of the descending plane begins to shake the walls!

He puts himself between her moist pink labia and as the plane roars overhead, pushes his cock deep, deep into her waiting pussy. She locks down on him and they begin to fuck like their very lives depend on it!

 

[SexyChele]

Syd

As Indy enters my hot swollen cunt, he begins to move immediately. This is not the time for flowery speeches or tender moments of the heart. After the bloodlust we just experienced, we need reaffirm life by experiencing the most pleasant feeling known.

As Indy rams his cock into me, I clamp my muscles down on him, pulling on the restraints until my wrists and ankles burn. Watching Indy pumping into me, grunting, I see the sweat form beads on his brow, and know that my own body is covered in a sheen of sweat as well.

Unable to reciprocate in any way, I am held hostage to Indy's movements. My pussy held willing prisoner to his assaults. I try to raise my hips to meet his thrusts, but my efforts are futile at best.

Not that Indy seems to know or care. Though his eyes are locked with mine, his body continues its steady pumping movement, his pubic bone grinding against my swollen clit.

We can vaguely hear the plan landing in the distance.....adding fuel the fire already between us. Straining one last time, I cry out to Indy my need to cum. He thrusts into me one last time, deeply, spilling his seed deep within me. I grind my clit against his pubic bone, and am rewarded by a most intense and fierce orgasm. Everything in our world has been locked out of our minds at this point. I slowly feel Indy's cum and my own juices seep between my legs, as he spends himself into me, his lips coming to mine for a kiss of animal desire.

Hearing the plane taxing closer, Indy withdraws from me, and quickly cuts my bindings. He dresses quickly, while I reach behind the bar and grab a long traditional man's robe that I know Clydesdale used to leave there.

"Good-bye, friend," I sigh at his prone form.

Indy grabs my hand and we quickly exit out the back. Once outside, we move with stealth towards the cub. As quietly as possible I tell Indy, I don't have enough fuel to even make the next oasis - I'm going to have to chance getting gas here. Luckily the cub is right by the pump, and we move towards it. The robe I'm wearing is many sizes too big, and I keep tripping over it. To solve the problem, Indy grabs the bottom portion and slices it with the knife he has taken from the bar. Slicing the robe almost to the top of my thighs, I give Jones a look of pure evil as he grins at his handywork, before pulling me along behind him.

As we approach the cub, Indy takes a position of lookout, while I quickly work the gas pumps into the waiting tanks of the cub. While she is filling, I quickly move around the plane, doing a quick pre-flight check, before coming back to finish pumping the gas.

My baby is now air worthy, and we can see a few people in uniform start to look in and around the bar.

"You know them, Jones?"

"Yeah, I do. And we are best out of here!"

We climb into the cub, and I bring the engine to life.....also attracting the attention of those at the bar. Swinging the cub around, I find a somewhat flat piece of land and decide it makes just as good a runway. As I feed her fuel and take my feet off of the brakes, she leaps forward, and we bump along the hard ground. Swiftly passing those emerging from the bars, I see guns in their hands, and speak softly to my baby...

"Come on, girl, you can do this! Come on!"

Feeling the tail raise up and the familiar pull on the joystick, I cram the stick into my crotch and the cub virtually leaps into the air. Banking to the right, I start to head west into the night.

"Well, Jones, another of your wonderful adventures?"

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Elaine Davis

Abdul’s little gaffe makes me giggle. I’m also amused by the way his eyes keep furtively stealing to my chest. It seems that I am not the only one who is affected by the heat and the wine. All at once I feel better about my own misstep, and I relax.

My calm evaporates, however, once the word “partnership” drops from Abdul’s lips. I gasp and my heartbeat quickens. His eyes travel to my chest again, but I don’t care. My ears are ringing with his stated wish to give me a substantial percentage of the business.

For years I have longed to hear him say those words! The hope that he might someday reward my loyalty keeps me here, even when the uncomfortable climate and strange ways of this land make me want to hop on the next boat bound for America. Many times I’ve thought of going back home to Connecticut and opening my own antique shop. What has stopped me? It’s simple: Abdul has a near-miraculous ability to obtain the rarest, most beautiful objects before his rivals even know they are available. I am consistently in awe of the pieces he brings back from his frequent trips. I’d never find such items on my own, because my strength is, and always has been, sales. He is the best at what he does, and it makes sense for me to ally myself with the best. And now it seems that all my hard work has finally paid off.

As these thoughts tumble through my fevered brain, Abdul suddenly leans forward and kisses me full on the lips. I am too startled to protest, and for a long moment I remain frozen as his lips touch mine. I can’t ignore how nice it feels, though, and slowly I begin to respond. My lips part slightly, and his tongue slides between them. I can't help imagining how that tongue would feel lower down. A tiny moan escapes my throat. It’s been so long since a man has kissed me. I feel my nipples tighten into hard, tingling points, and the spot between my thighs begins to tingle in sympathy.

Suddenly I realize that I am on the verge of being swept away on a tide of feelings. If he touches me I will be utterly lost. I pull back, gasping, and stare at Abdul. My head is spinning, and there is a half-achy, half-pleasant throbbing between my legs. I look down at myself and see that my nipples are rock-hard, poking through my blouse. Looking back up I find that Abdul can see them too. He smiles at me, his eyes glittering like precious stones.

“Is this part of the partnership, Abdul?” I ask. My voice is a little shaky. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining.” Somehow I manage to chuckle. “But is it wise?”

 

[ariosto]

"Your having fun aren't you!" He screams in her ear.
Below them the desert floor is silver and black shadows under the waning moon.

"How long till we get to Casablanca"...he yells.
Syd had lost her watch somewhere on the 'table'.

"How the hell do I know...she looked at the airspeed indicator..
"Three hours...maybe. If we don't run out of gas first."

"Oh."
He was quiet for a while after that.

She felt something against her bare leg. A scorpion she thought. DAMN!!! A scorpion in the burnoose! The plane jerked madly as she tore the white linen from her body, hurling it out the open door and into the slipstream.

"What!..What's going on!"

"A scorpion! the damn sheet was full of em!"

She suddenly realised just how cold the desert night could be at 5000 feet, with an 80 mile an hour wind blowing on your nipples and naked thighs.

"You could lend me that stupid leather coat you know!"

"Sure, just a sec."

The coat came over her shoulders complete with Doctor Jones hands, one on each frozen breast.
"These will warm you up."

At first she wanted to bite them, but they did feel cozy she had to admit.

"Syd...that wasn't a scorpion, that was my hand running up your thigh. I couldn't resist."

A mile above them and a mile behind the two Nazi's in the Fieseler Storch, watched the Cub suddenly begin to dance crazily through the sky.

 

[SexyChele]

Syd

"Damn, Jones, you could have told me those were your hands! You know....oh....ah....yea....oh, Jones..."

As Indy's hands quickly rubbed the heat back into my breasts, my nipples continued to stay hard. The joystick between my legs was causing me to think of Indy's cock buried between my thighs just moments before.

As I was concentrating on Indy's hands on my breasts, I began to sigh, and when I looked up I noticed the plane was zigzagging across the sky.

"Jones, I gotta fly the plane, if you want us to get to Casablanca in one piece!"

Rather than hear me, his hands started to sink lower, tracing their way down my belly to my waiting pussy, his playing with the hair - pulling the curls and teasing me.

Indy has managed to crouch between me and the side of the plane, his fingers playing with every inch of my body. As I react the plane dips and rises sickenly, but neither of us cares.

"Jones, this is going to get dangerous....I know of a place to land up ahead. I think we should go there as a short side trip.....then be on our way. What do you say?"

My answser is a kiss on the ear and then on the neck, before I feel him settle in the back. I bring the plane down on a flat piece of land, and bring it to a stop.

"Can you grab the blanket in the back, Indy?"

As we finally exit the plane, the cool air of the desert hits my lower body, causing a chill. Indy rolls out the blanket under the plane wing, then turns to me and wraps me in his arms.

"You know, Indy, whoever that was at the bar will be close on our tail."

"Yes, but I think this is something we both want....badly."

Before I could answer him, his lips were on mine clearing every thought but that of him...