Inca Gold Pt. 01

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Title: Inca Gold: Part 1 -- Rumours, Myths, & Legends.

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Short Description: Proposal for a Treasure Hunt.

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Category: Erotic Couplings.

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Tags: First time. (NB: Not quite what you might expect)

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Words: 11,250

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Preamble:

Hi, and thank you for choosing my story.

Deviating once again from my usual genre of lesbian sex, this series follows the exploits of a group of men who set out in search of a priceless treasure. Although all of the episodes (including this first one) do contain elements of lesbian sex, in one guise or another, the main theme centres around the men's ensnaring and manipulation of a bevy of naive young ladies.

From its conception, this tale is expected to comprise of five main parts.

Part 1 - Rumours, Myths, & Legends.

Short Desc: Proposal for a Treasure Hunt.

***** This episode introduces the concept of the story, with emphasis on two of the main characters - Jason (the expedition leader), and Simon (the brains behind the project).

Part 2 - Initial Preparations.

Short Desc: Organising the Expedition.

***** The second episode introduces the third main character - Jason's partner, Marika - and the group's lusty intentions.

Part 3 - Planning for Pleasure.

Short Desc: Recruiting a Travelling Harem.

***** The third episode goes on to describe how the three main characters continue an intense recruitment drive to expand the female numbers.

Part 4 - Into the Unknown.

Short Desc: Dangers of the Jungle - and Comrades.

***** This episode will explore the various relationships between party leaders and their recruits - and the resulting subserviency with which the latter find themselves forced to comply.

Part 5 - The Lost Tribe of Amazons.

Short Desc: Survival of the Fittest (and the Submissive.)

***** This episode covers the eventual demise of our intrepid band of explorers at the hands of natives, and their ultimate subjugation and domination by their captors.

My initial plan is that this part will include scenes of extreme horror (if accepted for publication) which some readers may dislike. If passed, I intend to clearly mark those sections, to ensure that 'sensitive' readers should not be offended. If you feel this is you, please be sure to skip those sections (where present).

I recommend you read the episodes in sequence, to fully appreciate the story.

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Inca Gold: Part 1 -- Rumours, Myths, & Legends.

---------- Background ----------

All of Jason's associates knew the legend of the lost civilisation of the Incas, but (via a friend) Jason had stumbled upon a tiny snippet of information that promised to identify the exact location where to begin his search. But Jason wasn't interested in any historical artefacts. Nor was he looking for fame or any notoriety for being the first to locate the lost city. No, for Jason, the attraction was simply the lure of riches beyond anyone's wildest dreams - and perhaps the opportunity to seduce a few pretty girls along the way?

Jason wasn't a womaniser - not really, but he did enjoy the occasional dalliance with a pretty girl or two (or three). He was a burly sort of guy, but kind at heart - at least, toward his peers. In many respects he was quite the man's man - tall, muscular, and well able to hold his own in any fight or argument. He was intelligent, quick witted, and handsome - which also made him something of a ladies' man, and he was never short of an attractive partner on his arm. But at the moment, he wasn't concerned with women. No, right now Jason was preoccupied with the idea of setting up an expedition.

Like most of his peer group, he'd heard the rumours of a secret stash of Inca gold hidden deep in the Amazonian jungle of Southern Colombia, and the concept of tracking it down had always fascinated him. Jason's problem was going to be, how to get to it before any of his associates.

But, Jason had a small advantage in his favour. He was the only one who was friendly with Simon Dent.

Jason had been at university with Simon back in the late 1960s. They had been roommates, and Jason had always looked after Simon. Simon was a very intelligent guy, but fundamentally he was something of a nerd. He was about five feet ten tall, not skinny, but not particularly muscular either, and a bit timid by nature. His appearance, with his round-lens gold rimmed spectacles, was something akin to one of those foreign scientists who are always carrying out evil experiments on helpless victims in those old films you often see, although when you got to know him, he was a really nice guy.

He was the type of fellow who wouldn't dare say boo to a goose. Consequently he was often getting picked on - until Jason came along, that is. From the moment they became 'roomies', Simon's life was set to change.

On meeting Jason, Simon's initial thought was, 'Oh no, not another rod for my back!' But Jason wasn't like that at all. As soon as he appeared on the scene, Simon's days of being the brunt of the bullies' pranks came to an abrupt end.

It wasn't long after Jason and Simon had begun to share a bedsit, when one of the ringleaders happened to pick on Simon one lunchtime in the cafeteria, just as Jason was about to join him.

"What's all this about then?" Jason had asked, in a kindly tone and with a friendly smile.

"Oh, nothing," Simon had replied, not wishing to cause a fuss and possibly make matters worse for himself.

"Hmm... Doesn't look like nothing," Jason told him. "You got a problem, buddy?" he had asked.

"What's it to you?" the guy had challenged him.

Jason gave the guy an assured smile.

"Simon here is my roomie," Jason told him. "If you've got a problem with Simon, perhaps I can help you sort it out," he told the guy, with a confident stare.

The fellow didn't quite know what to say, so he muttered, "Just having a bit of fun," whilst looking a fair bit worried.

"Hmmm," Jason mused. "Didn't look like Simon was enjoying it... were you Simon?" Jason asked his friend.

"It's OK Jason. Really it is," Simon replied, not wanting to exacerbate the situation.

"Well," Jason said, "that's OK then, isn't it," he smiled at the guy.

The fellow turned away, but as he was walking off, Jason called after him. "Sorry," he smiled. "I didn't catch your name?"

"Oh. I'm Guy," the chap replied. "Guy Prentice."

"OK," Jason called back. "Good to know. Perhaps we'll see you around sometime?" he added.

"Probably," Guy replied. "I'm often around this way."

"Lovely," Jason said. "Oh, and..." he paused for effect, "just so's you know... us roomies... we tend to stick together," he smiled, "so... if I hear of any unfortunate things happening to my roomie here, I'll know who to come and ask first... won't I," Jason grinned.

Simon had never seen such a serious look on anyone's face, like the one on Guy Prentice's face right about then.

Oddly enough, Simon never did have any more problems with the bully boys after that, and of course he was eternally grateful. So much so that twenty years later, when a few unique snippets about a hidden stash of Inca treasure came his way, Jason was the first person that Simon thought of to contact. Simon was the only one intelligent enough to work out exactly where to start looking for the Lost City, but he couldn't do it by himself. A project like this would need a proper support network. Someone would have to organise a full blown expedition with an entire entourage of participants - and that would need a significant financial backing.

That's where Jason would come in.

---------- The Proposal ----------

"Hey! Simon!" Jason called out as he entered the bar.

Simon stood immediately, his hand shooting up in acknowledgement, and he smiled, welcoming his old college friend.

"Thanks for coming," the slight man responded as he reached out to receive his guest with a handshake.

"Come. Sit down. What would you like to drink?" Simon asked.

"Well now. I think a pint of Stella might be good to start with," Jason smiled. "But, let me get these. I'm fascinated to find out what was so important that you couldn't, tell me over the phone," he added.

"To tell you the truth Jason," Simon told him, "I'm not sure if you're going to believe me."

"Hmmm... Even more intriguing," Jason smiled. "Try me."

"OK, well it's to do with a lost treasure."

"Wha-aat!" Jason almost laughed.

"Don't laugh," Simon told him. "I'm deadly serious," he added, straight faced.

Jason looked his old friend in the eye and saw the expression on his face. "My God," he said. "You really are serious, aren't you."

"Yes Jason. I am," Simon told him, stony faced.

"Go on then. I'm game," Jason smiled. "Tell all."

"OK. Well, someone I know happens to be related to Jules Verne."

"Now you have to be joking," Jason laughed.

"I knew you wouldn't believe me," Simon said, in a disappointed tone.

"Jules Verne? Really?" Jason laughed.

"Come on. Hear me out. I'm serious," Simon told him, and proceeded to give him the details of this friend's relationship with the famous explorer, providing irrefutable evidence that the aforementioned explorer was in fact the great-great-grandfather of Simon's friend, Arnold Verne.

He further verified the truth of his story, by providing intimate details of his friend Arnold's family history, and that he had seen with his own eyes, a private personal record of the famous explorer's own expedition into the south of the Amazon rain forest, way back in 1862, when the then novice explorer was in his mid-thirties.

The diaried account included certain specific details of artefacts Verne had come across on his travels, a few of which he had managed to bring back, and details of places he had visited and his direction of travel, coupled with certain other information that was not common knowledge to many, but identified down to a few square miles, exactly where this treasure was to be found.

There was even mention of their compass inexplicably spinning at the location where they found the ancient city, making the explorers believe that they were lost.

"But... why didn't Verne bring it back with him?" Jason, quite sensibly asked.

"He did! Well, some of it. He managed to save a few small items. A few artefacts that were decorated with gold," Simon told him, "but only two of the explorers made it back. They only just escaped with their lives," he added. "They started out with eight on the expedition. They weren't hunting treasure. They were looking for the lost city of the Incas."

"And... these artefacts? What are they?"

"Arnold only showed me one piece. It was a sort of elongated head sculpture decorated in gold around the base. It was a truly beautiful piece and very heavy, and I know it has been carbon tested - he showed me the certificate. That confirmed it dates back about 500 years. That's right in the middle of the Inca period," Simon smiled excitedly.

"So... Let's just assume that we did try to find this lost treasure. I mean, only two of the last expedition just escaped with their lives," he said. "What makes you think we would be any more successful in bringing it home?"

"That was almost a hundred and thirty years ago," Simon reasoned, "and they didn't have guns," he added. "At least, not automatic weapons like we have today. You have to remember that breech loading weapons had only just been invented then. All they had were a few muzzle-loading pistols for protection against dangerous wildlife."

"They were overrun by natives who killed most of the team. Only Verne himself and one of his accomplices managed to escape from the natives and make it back to civilisation. They wouldn't return for fear of their lives, and Verne never told of the treasures he had seen, because he knew that if he did there would be dozens if not hundreds of follow-on expeditions to search for the gold, and probably wipe out the tribes of natives."

"Simon," Jason began, looking serious. "I have to ask you this. You could easily go get this yourself, and keep all the treasure for yourself. Why are you sharing this with me?"

There was a long pause before Simon answered. He looked his friend straight in the eye and said, "You saved my life Jason."

"Oh, come on," Jason almost laughed in disbelief. "No! I never did. When? How?"

"I was nearly suicidal Jason," Simon told him sincerely.

"What?"

"It's true," he said. "Those bullies were making my life hell. If it hadn't been for you, I probably would have topped myself."

Jason didn't know what to say.

"Anyway... I couldn't go and get it myself," Simon reasoned. "Look at me, I wouldn't know where to start in setting up an expedition like this. I need your help..." he paused, "and I wanted to find a way to replay you for what you did for me back then."

"Look buddy," Jason said at last. "That's all behind us now. Those guys were bastards. I hate people like that. I wasn't taking them on for you... Well, I suppose I was in a way... but I would have done it for anyone. Let's just say I did it for me, and call it quits," he smiled.

The next thirty minutes or so was spent with Simon telling Jason everything about the information he had picked up, and how he had checked, cross-checked and double-checked every last detail. There was no doubt. The gold was there. All that would be needed was for someone to put together an expedition to go and fetch it.

There was another longish pause in the conversation, until Simon began again. "So... What do we need?" he asked.

Another half-hour or so, and they attempted to guesstimate everything that they were likely to need, from tents and guns, down to pour and pans and items of personal hygiene (wipes, etc), food, water, clothing, etc.

They then made a stab at estimating how many people they would need - reckoning at probably a dozen people to carry all the kit and resources.

"How are we going to find a dozen guys to go on an expedition like that with us?" Simon asked.

"Guys?" Jason replied. "Who said anything about guys, he grinned. "Anyway, we only need nine."

"Nine? Why only nine?" Simon queried.

"Well, you and I will be going, of course..."

"So, you'll do it then?" Simon asked, looking excited.

Jason just smiled, "and I'll be taking my partner Marika with me," he added. "There's no way I'm going to spend two weeks to a month in the jungle without someone to keep me warm at night," he grinned.

"I don't know if you realise this Jason," Simon said, sarcastically, "but the Amazon tends to be quite warm anyway."

"You know what I mean," Jason grinned. "You should think about taking someone along with you too," he suggested.

"Ha! Fat chance that would be," Simon laughed.

"Well... we'll have to see what we can do about that, won't we," Jason smiled mysteriously.

There was another longish pause, until Jason suggested, "I know! Why don't we post a recruitment sheet on the notice board at the University. The summer break is coming up soon. There must be dozens if not hundreds of students looking for something to do to kill a few weeks."

"We don't want a load of drug-heads with us on something like this," Simon objected.

"I'm not suggesting we open it up to all comers," Jason told him. "We just need to be selective about who we include... and we can use an interview process to filter out the dross," he smiled. "Aaaa-nd, there are always plenty of girls looking for adventure. We'll just make sure that whoever we pick can fulfil all of our requirements."

Simon grinned, excited at the prospect. Suddenly he could envisage this as being a far more fruitful venture than he had previously imagined.

Jason was feeling quite horny at the prospect of what might be to come, as he spotted an attractive young woman entering the bar.

"My God Simon. Don't look now, but this girl coming up has the most amazing pair of tits on her." Simon grinned and began to turn. "Don't turn around! Jesus!" Jason hissed. "Wait 'til she comes by."

As the woman walked past, there was a strong whiff of heady perfume, and Simon couldn't help but admire her amazing shapely figure. She was of average height - probably five feet six, and wearing a short red skirt that hugged her hips and bottom, reaching about half way up her sturdy looking thighs.

For the top, she wore a simple flesh coloured blouse, open slightly at the top flaunting a firm, tight cleavage, and cropped short at the bottom displaying a tiny strip of bare midriff - a style that was only just becoming popular in warmer European cities and holiday resorts, but hadn't quite caught on over here yet.

She wasn't really all that buxom, just firm, shapely, and generously proportioned. Her hair was long and very dark, as were the eyelashes, and she sported a golden tanned complexion, looking decidedly European - perhaps Spanish or Italian. The final elegant touch was the slender waistband of her skirt accentuating her wide, curvaceous hips that wiggled slightly, as the shapely legs carried her along.

She couldn't help but notice the two men studying her closely, and clearly she approved of their admiration, giving Jason a sly smile as she passed.

---------- Simon's Initiation ----------

"Simon. Would you say you're a ladies' man?" Jason was prompted to ask.

"Well, I'd hardly call myself that," he laughed. "I mean..."

"No. I mean... you do like women, don't you?" he interrupted.

"Of course," Simon replied, looking puzzled, if not slightly offended.

"What I mean is... I suppose... you're not gay are you?"

"Oh my God. No!" Simon exclaimed.

Jason turned slightly to see the lovely girl take a seat beside a smaller companion with similar coloured hair and complexion. The friend was dressed in a similar manner, except her top was white and the skirt was black.

"It's just that," Jason went on, "well, I can't remember ever really seeing you with any women," he explained.

Simon looked embarrassed. "Women don't seem to take to me," he revealed.

"What do you mean?"

"Girls... Women... They don't really... seem to... like me much?" he said.

"Nonsense," Jason laughed dismissively.

"It's because I look geeky," Simon told him, feeling ashamed.

"Look Simon," Jason countered. "Girls... Women... They go for anyone who can relate to them," he smiled. "It's not really what you look like that matters," Jason explained. "Mostly, they just want someone to talk to them..." he paused, "as equals. You know? Sure, there are a few who want 'Mr Muscles', or 'Mr Handsome Hunk', but in truth most girls just want someone who will communicate with them, on their own level," he smiled.

There was a good deal of raucous laughter coming from the table where the two young women were sitting, and Jason could see that there was a certain amount of mildly intimate touching going on. The disruption caused a brief pause in their conversion, until Jason was unable to resist asking, "Do you fancy that girl with the gorgeous bust?"

"Well... I suppose..." There was a long pause. "Honestly?"

"Yes. Honestly."

"No. Not really," Simon admitted.

"What? Why ever not?" Jason queried, sounding surprised. "She's gorgeous."

"I just happen to prefer... smaller girls," Simon told him.