Plundering the Secret Chamber Ch. 01

Sarah Grey sprinted down the passageway, feeling the ground crack between her feet. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she moved her feet as fast as they would go.

What had looked like solid rock before her had proved to be just a thin skin of stone. Sarah didn't know what was beneath her but didn't want to find out. It didn't break immediately but it cracked and fell away just behind her steps.

So if she just kept going fast enough she could maybe, just maybe, keep ahead of the cracks as they chased after her.

She could see an archway up ahead at the end of the passageway. It was so close, but she could feel the cracks catching up with her. The whole floor was about to come down, taking her with it.

The archway was only six feet away. Now five, now four. But not close enough, with an almighty crack the whole ground gave way beneath her feet. She could feel herself drop.

She had just enough purchase to push off against the rocks beneath her feet as she fell. For a weightless moment she was suspended in mid air but by some miracle she just managed to grab onto the edge of the solid stone lintel of the archway.

The weight of her body threatened to pull her down and tear her fingers off the lintel but she managed to steady herself somehow as her body slammed into solid rock ahead of her, knocking the wind from her chest.

Sarah was dangling from her fingertips on the edge of a pit that had opened up where the passageway had been. The archway was above her now. She didn't dare look down but she knew enough about the tricks of this old temple to know it wasn't going to be nice.

Her boots scrambled against the rough wall in front of her and luckily there were some bits of rock sticking out that they were able to rest on.

Most of the weight, though, was on her arms and they were soon starting to ache unbearably. She wasn't sure how much longer she could just dangle there.

Thinking that all that time in the gym was definitely paying off, she began to pull herself up. She was lucky that there was enough purchase on the wall for her boots to be able to push herself up.

Slowly, painfully, she pulled herself up onto solid ground, black spots spinning before her eyes.

She lay on her back next to the pit for a moment, trying to get her breath back, her chest rising and falling raggardly.

After a while she got unsteadily to her feet and looked down behind her. Rows of razor sharp spikes glinted up from the bottom of a deep pit.

Sarah gulped and looked back down the length of the now lethally impassable passageway.

Hopefully there was another way out. Still, it would stop those goons from following her.

Sarah Grey was not the kind of girl to dwell on near misses. As she turned away from the pit she steadied her mind on where she was and what she was doing.

Was she finally here, at the last resting place of the Goddess Alessia?

It had taken two years of planning, three months trekking through the jungle and hours and hours of lethal traps through this insane temple to get here. Not to mention pretty much a whole mercenary army on her trail.

But here she was at last, or so she very much hoped.

The archway opened out into a wide circular chamber, lit by a weird, murky, underwater sort of green light.

The room was empty apart from a series of square slabs on the walls with carvings on them. Above each slab was a crystal, glowing with the eery dim light that filled the room.

There was a man in the room. He had his back to Sarah and was looking at the carvings. From his combat fatigues, broad shoulders and blonde buzzcut, Sarah recognised him immediately.

Clifford Finch. Fucking Clifford. How the hell had he got here ahead of her?

He must have been aware of her but he didn't look around, just kept on looking at the carvings.

For a moment, it occured to Sarah that she could end these years of insane rivalry right now and have the Necklace of the Goddess for herself.

Her fingers stroked the handle of the gun in the holster on her hip. But something stopped her.

Instead, she just walked across the room to stand by Clifford to examine the carving as well.

Not taking his eyes off it or even really acknowledging her presence, Clifford slightly tilted his head and spoke softly to her.

"Horny bunch, weren't they?"

The carvings must have been thousands of years old but they were astonishingly well preserved. The detail and workmanship was incredible, better than anything Sarah had ever seen in the Louvre or the Uffizi.

Clifford was right though, in his usually crude way. The carving they were both looking at was one of the most erotic things Sarah had ever seen.

It depicted a young and beautiful woman in profile. She was naked and crouching on all fours, while a tall handsome man was behind her, his large hard penis penetrating her from behind.

Sarah didn't miss that hanging down from the woman's body, just in front of her extremely large round breasts, was the Necklace of Alessia.

Sarah walked away from Clifford to look at the other carvings. Each one showed the same couple in various different positions of sexual congress. The figures were always completely naked except that the necklace was prominently displayed in each one.

Despite herself, Sarah couldn't help but feeling a little turned on as she looked at the depictions of the couple deep in the throes of passion. The carvings looked so real it was almost like watching a real thing.

"She kind of looks like you."

"Oh shut up, Clifford."

This was classic Clifford and his clumsy, brutish attempt at flirting. Sarah had no doubt that this was mostly a reference to her own large breasts.

She was suddenly back in the living room at her parent's place in Ellingford and her slightly older brother introducing her to his new friend from Sandhurst.

Clifford hadn't been able to keep his eyes off Sarah's chest then either. At nineteen, she had felt extremely self conscious of her large breasts.

These days she revelled in her busty appearance, but it was just like Clifford to comment on them now anyway. He may have left the army and gone rogue for the highest bidder, but clearly some things never change.

"I mean it though, she does."

Sarah looked closer. My god, he was right. He wasn't just ogling at her tits. The woman, the Goddess surely, really did look like her.

She stopped in front of a carving of the Goddess with her lover's head between her legs. The Goddess was carved to look straight out into the room.

Sarah stared at her and was startled to recognise her own face looking back at her. It was like looking in a mirror, at least if Sarah had been lost in sexual ecstasy. Sarah wondered if that was what she looked like when she came.

Looking at the next picture where the man's face was more obvious she was shocked to recognise Clifford's face carved in the rock.

How had she not noticed before? Had they even been like this before? Had they changed somehow?

All she said, though, was, "It's clearly the Goddess Alessia with her paramour, Tihan."

"Sure," was all Clifford replied.

Sarah turned round to glance at Clifford as he was intently studying a depiction of Alessia/Sarah riding on top of Tihan/ Clifford.

Was this turning him on as much as it was her? Despite her exhaustion and the danger and being so close to her goal, she couldn't help but just feeling more and more horny.

All she could think about was fucking Clifford in the same way that Alessia fucked Tihan. She could feel herself getting wet despite herself.

She had always fancied him of course. He was tall and rough and ruggedly handsome. But he was such obvious bad news that she had stayed well away from him.

But from that very first meeting with her brother, for all he had made her feel so uncomfortable, it had turned her on too. She had touched herself that night, thinking about him playing with her big tits that he so clearly liked.

"Is it me, or is it really hot in here?"

Sarah turned to look at Clifford. He did look hot and bothered. Maybe it was arousal but there was no doubt it was hot.

His combat fatigues looked heavy and cumbersome. Sarah felt hot enough in her little shorts and vest top.

"Here, have some water."

She unslung her little backpack from her shoulders and passed him the half full water bottle.

Why she felt suddenly moved to share precious supplies with her arch enemy, she had no idea.

Clifford took it gratefully though. Sarah was impressed to see that he didn't just gulp it all down but took a few careful sips and passed it back.

"Thanks Sarah. I think we might be in here a while since you destroyed the only way in or out, so we might as well pretend to be nice to each other."

"I guess. How did you get in here anyway?"

"There's a special sequence of steps you can take to stop the passage collapsing."

Clifford looked back towards the pit where the passageway had been. "Or there were anyway. It's all on the map."

Sarah looked blankly at him, "What map?"

Clifford looked at her incredulously.

"The map at Howchai. You never found it?"

Sarah shook her head.

"You mean you just blundered in here? Past all those traps? Just dumb luck and instinct?"

Sarah shrugged, "I guess so."

Clifford laughed, "My God, Sarah, you're unbelievable. Mind you..."

He trailed off and his gaze drifted off to look back over the carvings.

"I wonder. Maybe it wasn't luck..."

"What do you mean?"

He just looked at her, hard, in a way that made her feel odd and flustered. He looked like he was about to say something but then just said, "Never mind," instead.

For a while, they just stood there in the centre of the room. Then Clifford turned again to look at the carvings.

"What's this all about then? The map said the Necklace should be here but there's nothing. Just these carvings.

Are these some kind of puzzle, because I got to tell you," and here he paused to leer at Sarah, "This just looks like PornHub to me."

He pointed at the carvings in turn: "Blowjob, pussy licking, tit wank, doggystyle, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl. It's all here. Just no Necklace."

He started to undo the buttons on his shirt as he spoke. He didn't undo them very far and seemed to be unconscious of what he was doing but Sarah couldn't take her eyes off him.

"Oh, Clifford. These are hugely important cultural artefacts."

"Yeah. Hugely pervy cultural artefacts."

Sarah walked around the room again. It was completely circular, with walls of smooth, pale stone. The carvings were set flush into the walls and there was nothing else, apart from the glowing green crystals above them.

The crystals were round and also set into the walls. They were weird and eerie. Sarah reached up and tapped one. It didn't react.

She ran her hands over the walls, trying to find some hidden pressure plate but there was nothing.

She had been trying to avoid looking at the carvings again but it was hard because they were so arresting. Even though they were just grey stone, they were carved so exquisitely, they looked almost alive.

Clifford was right. They were laid out like a pornographic comic strip. There were twelve of them in total.

The first one, just to the right of the door, showed the couple, completely naked, kissing. The man's hands on the woman's breasts. His impressively large penis jutting out towards her.

The urge Sarah felt to reach out and stroke that big hard cock was incredible. Somehow she resisted, but she was aware of Clifford standing close behind her. Was he as hard as she was wet?

"She really does look like you," he almost whispered in her ear.

Sarah ignored him and carried on walking around the room, looking at each one in turn.

The next carving was of the Goddess taking her lover in her mouth. The next was the one of him going down on her that Sarah had first recognised her own features on.

After that, the Goddess had her man's cock sliding between her perfect round breasts. The next six were of them both fucking in various positions. Tihan/ Clifford came over her tits in the eleventh, little rivulets of semen clearly carved into the rock.

In the final carving, the spent couple lay side by side with the Necklace of Alessia clearly displayed nestled between the Goddess's cum splattered breasts. There was clearly an open archway depicted behind them.

It all left Sarah feeling almost unbearably horny but she had no idea what any of it meant for her quest.

Clifford had followed her silently the whole time, close but never touching.

After she had made the complete circuit, she turned to face him. His big, manly presence felt suddenly overwhelming and she felt like a blushing schoolgirl again.

"Any thoughts?" He asked.

She regretfully shook her head, "None," she admitted.

"I do," he said and leant in and kissed her.

As turned on as she felt and as much as she wanted him, she still instinctively pulled away. She didn't like being taken by surprise and she hadn't forgotten this man was her sworn enemy and rival.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Just trying something. Trust me."

His tone was gentle, reassuring. Despite herself, she decided to trust him.

Clifford leaned in and kissed her again, his rough lips brushing against hers, just a hint of wetness behind barely open lips. Sarah didn't fully give herself to him but she let him kiss her this time.

He took his lips away from her and looked over at the first carving. The crystal above it glowed light blue.

Sarah followed his glance. She saw the crystal, she looked over at the other eleven panels, all still green.

"You've got to be kidding me."

"We'll see," Clifford replied and leaned in and kissed her again.

She surrendered herself to him this time, kissing him open mouthed and giving way to the desire that was coursing uncontrollably through her.

She didn't object when she felt his hands on her tits and instinctively reached down to feel the pleasing hardness bulging at his groin.

Eventually, they came up for air and looked over at the crystal again. It had responded to their passion with a deep, bright blue.

Sarah looked around at all the carvings again. There suddenly seemed to be an awful lot of them.

"No offence Clifford, but do you think you've got the stamina to see this through?"

"We'll see," he said and started to undo his belt.

To be continued...