The Dig (Open)

[meander]

I'm new to this so maybe you all will be lenient with me. It will be a learning experience I'm sure.

Deep in the Andean mountains an archaeological excavation is under way. A team of scientists have unearthed the remains of a huge temple on a mountainside. I am the expedition leader, Professor Patrick Roxborough, and the crew includes several male and female anthropologists, geologists and a few students apprenticing. The second tomb we enter contains several strange artifacts amidst a scattering of bones and rubble. Careful not to disturb or damage these priceless, archaic objects, my hand nonetheless glances upon one, singular obsidian stone statue.
A bolt travels up my arm and through me. Followed by an overwhelming vision of euphoria and power. It seizes my eyes, focuses my sight to pinpoint accuracy, and hardens my cock forcefully against my dust covered trousers. Head swimming I turn to my assistant Vanessa.
Her eyes lock to mine as she drops her clipboard to the damp mossy floor. The current flows out and through me, with a mind of it's own. Next

 

[Guest]

thing they knew...everything had completey changed. The air shimmered, and smelled different...cleaner, and warmer. The other people had disappeared, and the two of them found themsleves suddenly alone, their clothes replaced with skins of leather. As Vanessa looked about her, she felt the electric jolts running over her newly clad body, and even though she was completly disoriented by the sudden shift in time, she could hardly belive the erection proutrouding from her co-workers loin cloth. As she found herself kneeling in the dust before him, she could hardly believe her senses, and yet all she wanted to do was take him forcefully in her mouth.

 

[meander]

The entire crew of explorers were totally befuddled by the wave of lush unreality that swirled about them. Roxborough struggled to free his addled mind from the keening power it had succumbed to. One thought pierced through the miasma of lust assaulting him.
Drop.
The Idol.
Drop it now.
His fingers began to relax against the smooth stone. Yes! And then he felt it. Warmth, enveloping moistness. Vanessa, wild eyed and seeking, had freed his swollen cock from his pants. Her young mouth sucked at his turgid member and erased any thought of resistance from his will. He looked about. The rest of the group? What were they wearing? Gods!

 

[Guest]

The sound of drums began to pump along with her heart...
Drums?
What..where are we?..she looked around, realizing that she had his cock in her mouth.
Stunned..she let it go, the saliva dripping from her chin.
The others are there now, all in a circle, with other-wordly looks in their glassy eyes, and they bodies swaying to the insessant beating of those drums!
A sacrifice?
God have mercy..what is happening to me?..she thinks..and her hands lead her back to that cock..that fabulourly extended, terribly hard cock!

 

[meander]

Roxborough was gone. His will replaced, slate voided. His only intention and awareness centered on his great and pulsing erection, the silvery strands of saliva smearing Vanessa's trembling lips. He grabbed her blond soft mane and drew him to her, gripping the now glowing Idol in his palm.
His crew of professionals, academics noted all danced maniacally abouth the tomb. Casting aside their crude leather thongs and wraps.