The laughing skull
Part 5
The heat was more then anything Mary had been prepared for. She kept remembering the words of Mark Twain, the coldest winter he had ever experienced was the summer he spent in San Francisco. Mary now began to understand what he was talking about. The damp heat of the jungle wrapped around her like a hot blanket. There was nothing she could do to relieve herself from its grip.
She fidgeted in the stifling heat of the shipping office. She fanned herself continuously. The fan was her first purchase here in Mexico. An old woman had been hawking them on the dock upon her arrival. She seemed to be all too curious about this new arrival. She insisted on Mary picking a fan, when she looked them over one jumped out at her. Its body was a light tanned wood almost the same color as her blonde hair. It however had feathers on the outer edge that alternated from fluffy soft white ones to banded stiffer feathers. It caressed her skin almost magically and seemed to banish at least some of the heat from around her.
When Mary reached into her coin purse to pay for it the old woman refused to hear it and became more and insistent that the young woman would need it and refused to accept any payment. Then she slipped away into the crowd and almost seemed to vanish. Mary did however instantly love the fan. Several symbols were carved into the smooth wooden surface, they were unknown to her yet somehow familiar. The feathers were wonderful they felt so wonderful on the exposed skin of her neck as she fanned herself. Mary drifted off into a wonderful daydream as the crates and equipment were off loaded from the ship and loaded aboard the two new ford trucks they had brought with them from the US.
Once away from the harbor however the road or what passed as a road grew worse until it resembled a goat trail. They had been joined by a small group of soldiers and a representative from the government in Mexico City.
The soldiers were a rough lot but the government man tried to appear as a polished gentleman however how he looked at Mary and the few other women in the party made Mary and everyone else nervous. The more she was exposed to him the greasier and slimier he seemed to become. Around mid day a lone rider approached along the road ahead of them. The soldiers became nervous, as did a few of the others in their little caravan. As he drew nearer Mary stood up in the back of the truck and looked into a heavily sun tanned familiar face.
Victor, Victor Mary yelled at the top of her lungs waving her hands and taking off her wide brimmed hat and waving with it as well until the rider waved back and spurred his horse on to close the distance between him and the oncoming trucks. Mary leaned forward and told the driver of the truck that it was her fathers friend and fellow archeologist Victor Gibson.
Unlike many of her fathers rough and tumble friends Victor was a real gentleman a graduate of Oxford University spoke several languages and even grubby from the trail was devilishly handsome. It had been Victor who had first gotten her father interested in the expedition. In his studies at Oxford Victor had come across a very interesting document. It originally had been part of the Vatican Archives but somehow had would up gathering dust in a forgotten corner of a manor house library. Before the Great War it was gifted to Oxford University. It was an item that had an air of mystery about it. It was one of the few Mayan Codexe's that had survived the fires, the conquistadors and the Catholic Church.
A careful study of this document yielded the location of the great, lost city her father was now excavating. Victor had volunteered immediately when Mary's father had asked him to go to the coast and escort both parts of precious cargo. Victor was one of the younger men of the expedition. He was handsome and brilliant in his understanding of the ancient past. He had been something of a child prodigy growing up surrounded by older men and their wives at school. All of his classmates had been 5 to 10 yrs older then himself. Mary had become infatuated with him from the start. Surprisingly her father had not discouraged her in fact his lack of discouragement almost egged her on.
Everyone her mother had tried to get Mary interested in other young men in the rich community of San Francisco but Mary had already set her sights on the man she wanted. Her mother had brushed it off as mere puppy love. At 24 Victor was well within Mary's age group and it was not uncommon for younger women to be involved and even married to a somewhat older man. Her father had the good sense no to inform his stiff wife that Victor would be in Mexico. Mary could not have been happier to see him.
Phillip had done a good job of tying off Maria's wrists and ankles he gripped the connecting knots and lifted slightly exposing Maria's bare back and sides. He slowly ran the tip of the soft feather from her shoulder to her waist making her squeal and wiggle before him. He selected a short thin cord from the bed and began tying both of her big toes together. Phillip knew the soft tines of the feather would be of little tickling value on the soles of Maria's bare feet, but the pen tip in the end of the feather was going to be torture for her.
He ran the soft sides of the feather up and down the backs of Maria's bare legs and wiggled the tip up and down the inside of her bare thighs until she became a giggling mass at his feet. As Phillip gave her a short breather he looked down at the book beside him on the bed. The more he worked with these symbols the more some of them seemed to jump out at him. It seemed almost as if they had a mind of their own and were showing him the way. Two small symbols seemed to jump out at him as he touched them Maria's toes curled up hard and a long slow giggle erupted from her lips. When he touched them a second time Maria let out shrieking giggles and wiggled her bare feet wildly.
The more Philip played with the symbols the wilder Maria's reactions became. After just a few minutes he had to trap her wiggling legs between his thighs as he kept touching the icons and tickling his trapped playmate without even touching her bare feet. Phillip smiled with delight as he caressed the icons on the page making Maria giggle wiggle and scream with laughter. Phillip began to caress the icons with one-hand and Maria's soft bare soles with the other until Maria slipped into hysterical laughter.
As Phillip let his playmate have a quick breather he began to notice that the small red marks had began to appear where her heel ended and her soft ticklish arches began. Phillip found that just by breathing on them would send Maria into a fit of giggles.
Maria tried to breathe she wiggled to get comfortable on the small rug Phillip had placed her on. As she wiggled Phillip eased up on his grip of her legs and bare feet just a little. Her wiggling brought Phillip back out of his concentration on the book and the delightful icons. He looked down at Maria with a gaze of almost sadistic pleasure. Her tight shorts had ridden up as high as they could possibly go some of her tight behind lay exposed as did the sides of her breasts as they had wiggled partly free of the halter top. The knots had slipped a little exposing even more ticklish bare skin.
Phillip reached down and selected a few of the feathers that were scattered on the bed. He selected one with a firm pointed tip. He slipped it along the inside of Maria's thigh and tickled from the back of her knees to the crack of her ass. He slipped it deep inside the space between the cheeks of her behind where he knew Maria was madly ticklish. He slowly turned the feather, tickling and teasing her newly exposed bare skin until Maria began to moan with pleasure. Then he picked up a softer feather and began to slowly tickle up her back and along her sides. He concentrated on the edges of her breasts where he knew Maria was delightfully ticklish.
As the soft feather caressed the edges of her breast Maria began to wiggle and squirm even more. As she did her legs parted a little more and the pointed feather dipped deeper into more ticklish skin between her legs sending shivers up and down her body and her skin erupted in Goosebumps as she was tickled nearer and nearer to a orgasm. Phillip played with her just enough to bring her to the edge of pleasure then he picked up the pen and book once again this time he carefully inked in the new icons on her bare feet as Maria went ballistic with laughter once again.
Victor rode up and pulled himself out of the saddle and onto the side of the truck. In minutes he was hugging Mary in a bear hug. I am glad to see you Mary your father will be overjoyed. I just figured a pretty girl like you might need some protection as he opened his duster showing off a pair of matching pistols in a gun belt. It was less for Mary then it was to put the soldiers and to discourage the leering government man.
Suddenly the heat and dust seemed to fall away. The road if you wanted to call it that seemed less bumpy the runts less back jarring as long as she had Victor's arms around her. The time seemed to slip away as she relaxed and even drifted off to sleep in his arms. It would have been a very romantic setting until Victor began to drift off to sleep, the only problem is he snored so loudly he woke Mary.
Mary was almost disappointed when she arrived at the site, these were not the golden temples that she had been told about it was more a pile of ruins and scattered stones in the jungle. Many people were on the site teams from other universities and even teams from other countries were there. Mary journals were alive with her thoughts about the handsome young men she was being introduced to on the site. She was one of very few women in the jungle and the object of more attention than she had ever had in her young life before.
Mary could not help but think of how lucky a girl she was. She was going to be surrounded smart, handsome young men in the middle of a jungle. Mary’s journal was full of the thoughts of a young girl for the next few entries then Maria noticed a change in the writing. All though the teams were excited about their finds the local natives were very nervous indeed. There was talk of a buried evil, even talk of a cursed temple in the jungle. Mary had paid attention to the mutterings and whispers of the workers. One morning they were a lot more nervous. Sven Iverson had found the beginnings of a ruined temple.
Mary got the chance to look over Victor and her fathers notes. There were things about this temple that were kind of wrong from the very beginning. There were many buildings in this temple complex but this one seemed to have been a ruin a lot longer then the others. It appeared to have been abandoned perhaps a century before the others. This peaked Sven Iverson’s interest. He even moved his camp to the steps of the temple, spending many nights with a lantern looking at the carvings and symbols on the walls.
On the third night Mary’s journal tells about being awakened in the middle of the night by giggling laughter that seemed to sweep through the camp like a warm wind. The next morning great many of the workers were nervous. Some had even pulled up stakes and disappeared into the night. The camp was alive with rumors and whispers. Mary was all to ready to begin her adventure. Her father had left a young local boy named Ramone to sort of watch over her. He was about her age and was one of the water bearers on the site. He had slipped and fallen on the steps of the temple before Mary had arrived and was now hobbling around the camp on a crutch.
They had been told to stay in the cleared area of the camp but Mary was far too eager to explore, over Ramone`s protests they began to look over the rubble on the far side of the temple. The debris were scattered over a flat area with a small depression at one end. As they looked over the fallen stones something caught Mary’s eye. Sticking out of the rubble pile like a sliver was a single overgrown carved pillar. She knew about these, her father had called them steles or something. She knew that they had important stuff on them. Her dad was going to be so proud of her. She had just pulled away some of the plant life covering it when Ramone caught up with her. As Mary was about to remove more of the vines and brambles Ramone caught her by the arm and told her she must not do this.
“Do not be silly Ramone” she said its just stone. As she peeled back a layer of moss a face and body on the pillar began to emerge. It was a woman in fine dress holding her arms to the heavens. Surrounding her were floating feathers and winding vines. As Mary cleaned the muck off the face of the pillar something began to shine. The eyes of the face were set with green stones and glowed a little in the sunlight.
Ramone`s reaction was instant he reached out and took hold of Mary’s arm pleading with her to move away from this evil thing. Why are you so worried she asked its just stone it couldn’t hurt you silly? Ramone made one more attempt at pulling Mary away from it before hobbling off back to camp faster than Mary had ever seen him move on that crutch. He was bellowing something at the top of his lungs in Spanish. A word or was it a name. KO KOO KAN.
Maria was soon exhausted and lay giggling at her tormenter feet. The ink highlighting the new icons had almost driven her insane. It was all she could do to keep from passing out. It almost did not register to her that Phillip was untying her ankles and wrists. Phillip picked her up like a rag doll and placed her on the bed. For the first time in her life Maria was wishing he would stop tickling her. Since she had been a young girl she had always wanted to be tickled and in puberty the idea of tickle torture had always made her wet and her knees weak. As Phillip knelt on the bed and began to slowly strip her halter then he undid and slid her shorts off, kissing and nibbling her bare skin as he exposed it. The only thing going through her mind over and over again was the old phrase. Be careful what you wish for.
He was gentle with her as he wrapped a cloth around each of her slender wrists then tied off each wrist to the ends of the headboard. He knelt over her waist and slowly lowered himself down on her pinning her hips. Then he leaned in and began to nibble her neck and ears softly, this was always his way of beginning foreplay. This time however he reached up and began to lightly spider tickle down her bare arms from her wrists.
Maria had almost had to beg Phillip to tickle during foreplay before now he was doing it without her encouragement. It seemed his fingertips took forever to work their way down to a terribly ticklish spot inside each of her elbows. As his fingertips caressed her first ticklish spot Maria heard him whisper a word in her ear. As he spoke the words the icons on the insides of her thighs first tingled then lightly tickled as if being spider tickled as well. It was like Phillip had grown two new hands to tickle her with.
Phillips tickling fingertips crept lower and lower down Maria's bare arms slowly working them down until they teased the outer edges of her bare exposed underarms. As they crept closer to the tender skin under her arms he whispered more and more of the words in her ears. With the saying of each word brought more and more light tickling sensations on her bare skin until it felt as if 100 feather tips caressed her skin. As Phillip's fingers slowly spiraled into the center of each underarm until Maria was screaming with laughter and pressing her hips up hard against her tormentor.
Maria wanted him, needed him desperately she gathered her strength and lifted her head kissing his neck. Pressing herself against him begging him to stop tickling her and make love to her. She could hear Phillip first chuckle then laugh out loud. Did my tickle slave ever think she would beg not to be tickled. Maria looked up into his eyes for the fist time since she had started begging. The eyes were once again glowing green and for just a moment his face changed from her lover to the face of a tattooed Mayan priest.
Mary pulled away more of the matted moss and peeled back some of the delicate vines that were wrapped around the stele. The green eyes drew her to clear away the face. More and more of it became exposed to the light for the first time in perhaps a1000's years. She had expected the surface to be rough and worn by all the years of being overgrown. Mary was surprised by the sheen on each bit of surface that she exposed. It glistened like wet skin in the sunlight.
As she pulled away more of the moss and dead vines she began to see written script carved into the statue and its base. She had been told the Maya had been literate and had produced the first written language in the Americas. Finding these things were big news, her father and more importantly victor would be so impressed with her discovery.
As her fingertips touched she symbols however strange things began to happen. It began as a soft tingling sensation under her clothing. It almost itched that was until it began to tickle. The sensations were not unpleasant in fact they were becoming very pleasurable. This was indeed something that needed to be explored.
If she wanted to keep her discovery to herself just a while longer she would have to stop Ramone from alerting the camp to her find. Her father had warned her about looters and other bad men in the jungle. So Mary raced after the limping Ramone. It was not hard to catch him wobbling on his crutches as he was.
Mary had never been a strong girl however it seemed that she had grown strong here she took Ramone by the arm and almost carried him back to the statue. It was not until she had him back there that she realized how effortless it had been for her to overpower a boy and bring him to his knees before her and the statue. She gathered up some of the vines she had pulled from the rocks, she took the boy by the ear and led him crawling to a tree growing out of the ruins.
Mary had no experience with vines and knots but found that in just a few moments she had tied Ramone's hands behind the tree and ties off his good ankle to a large block of carved stone in the rubble pile. Her Spanish was not the best but she understood enough of the curses coming from his mouth to be offended.
Mary picked up a clod of moss and stuffed it into his mouth silencing him. The look in his eyes told the whole story his expression changed from anger to fear in mere moments. Mary stood over his squirming body on the grass feeling very powerful and liked it. What a sight she must have been to poor Ramone standing over his tied body in her tight britches boots and white blouse. She watched his eye's roam over her body as the itching, tingling and tickling sensations began to creep back into her body.
A very warm and wonderful sensation began to creep through Mary's body as she sat down on the carved stone and looked deep into Ramone's now fear filled eyes. Her mother had always schooled her in Spanish from the time she could speak. Now she began to warn Ramone that if her told anyone about the statue or her tying him up it would go very bad for him indeed. On the other hand she said as she smiled wickedly it could be very good for you if you can keep your mouth shut. Let me show you she said as she reached down and slipped off his sandal. Answer me a question Ramone are you ticklish? Mary felt a wicked spark run through her body as her one hand grasped his ankle and the fingers of the other hand danced across his bare arch.
Ramone immediately began to pull on his bonds trying desperately to pull his bare foot away from this girl. But try as he might he could not break free of shake her tickling fingertips from his foot. As he tired Mary began to tickle much more softly until his squeals subsided. It did not take Mary long to work him into a sweat either as a matter of fact he seemed to be almost enjoying himself. Mary found herself enjoying things too each time she stroked the ticklish skin of his foot or pried back his clenched toes to tickle under them the sensations that were caressing her body increased. This was going to be fun Mary thought to herself.
She also became bolder with her captive, she stood up and moved over his legs. She sat down on them just above his knees and reached up to undo the rough buttons of his shirt. Ramone used up what little energy he had left trying to lift his hips to buck her off but soon he gave all attempts at dislodging himself from this demon. During his brief struggles Mary had managed to get most of the buttons of his shirt undone, slowly she un tucked it from his pants and pulled it open exposing his chest and tummy to her. With great delight she flexed her fingers in front of him and then slowly lowered them onto his tummy and began to tickle. Her fingertips danced around his belly button and along his sides as he moaned squealed and giggled under her. His tone changed completely however as her fingertips began to play with the small tufts of fine chest hairs around each of his nipples. Running a fingernail around the edges of each nipple brought renewed attempts at bucking her off. This was indeed becoming fun Mary thought to herself.
Mary watched with interest as his nipples grew hard and she found that running her finger of the tips made Ramone groan very loudly through his gag of moss. Another curious thing was the tenting of his cotton pants. They were made of simple cloth with a drawstring at his waist to hold them up. Mary guess what was going on she was not some stupid society girl. She had always paid attention when she had heard the maids or the help whispering. She knew about the differences between boys and girls. She knew what was happening to Ramone, she had just never actually seen it happen up close before.
Several times when she had hugged victor or cuddled with him she had felt something stir but had never persuade it. This time was different the tingling and tickling sensations in her body were becoming unbearable. As her fingertips tickled along his waistline Ramone's eyes widened and he began to sweat quite a bit. As her fingertips began to play with the drawstring he began to panic. Mary on the other hand was reveling in her newfound power over her helpless captive.
Mary took her time pulling lightly on the string until it came undone and the whole waistband loosened. Almost instantly something Mary had never seen popped into the open. She knew what it was she just never actually seen one before. The tip of his penis and about two inches of its shaft now lay before her tucked tightly to his waist. Mary's hands shook as her fingers slowly lowered until they touched the hot soft skin. The moment she touched it the sensations in her body jumped into high gear. As she began to tickle it her body felt as if it was pleasantly on fire.
As Mary's fingertips tickled up the exposed skin of the shaft Ramone began to moan wildly behind his gag. Mary did not know if it was pleasure or panic. The effect on Mary was becoming almost more then she could stand as well. The soft silk camisole she was wearing under her shirt felt like sandpaper on her stiff nipples and she was becoming very aroused by torturing her captive. Each tickling stoke she inflicted on Ramone's body was echoed on hers. As she began to tickle and tease his penis however the sensations in her became almost overwhelming.
Slowly reality began to work its way back into Mary's mind. She needed Ramone to remain silent so it was time to make threats not love. She lifted herself and walked over to her pack letting her heart rate slow down. She rummaged through her pack to find exactly what she was looking for. She slowly walked back to Ramone un-wrapping the new feather fan from her handkerchief. The old woman had been right she would need this fan.
When she opened the feather fan Ramone's eyes opened so wide they almost seemed too large for his face. His struggles had only managed to lower his pants even more, now he was completely exposed to his tormentor. Mary once again settled herself back onto his wiggling thighs. Mary made a great show of fanning herself with the fan until she slowly began lower it until the long feathers began to tickle his nipples and chest. Mary took her time tickling down his chest and onto his fast breathing tummy.
Mary reached up and slapped Ramone's face to get his attention. Now listen to me Ramone, you will mot tell anyone about the statue this ruin or what I am doing to you now. If you do this you will be rewarded as Mary let the feather tips rake slowly along the tip of his penis. She then used the feathers to tickle the shaft all the way to the tip over and over again.
As Ramone began to really enjoy what was happening to him Mary stopped and returned to fanning herself and leaving Ramone to squirm under her. This feeling of power over her captive was exhilarating to Mary. Mary reached up and grabbed a hand full of Ramone's hair and leaned forward to stare into his wide eyes. If you tell I will say you attacked me and my friend Victor will take you into the jungle and use his gun on you do you understand. Defeated Ramone nodded that he understood.
Mary leaned back laughing and reveling in her victory, she stretched her arms over her head and then lowered her hands again caressing her own hard nipples on the way down. I want to hear you agree Ramone Mary said I need you to swear to me you will do as I saw. Mary pulled the clod of moss from his mouth as the feathers once again began to softly tickle along his exposed hips then with madding slowness she began to use the feathers to tickle the exposed shaft and tip of his penis.
Think of this as your reward Ramone Mary said with an evil giggle. Mary used the feathers of the fan to brush slowly over his tummy and hips then slowly from the base of his penis to the tip giving it an extra little flick with the feather tips. As she did this she began to undo the buttons of her blouse until it hung open allowing Ramone to gaze at her pert little tits and hard nipples under the nearly transparent silk camisole she wore. Mary leaned back just a little to give Ramone a real good look then her other hand began to tease and tickle his nipples as the feathers flicked and tickled Ramone's growing erection.
It was as if time itself slowed down around them, no matter how loudly Ramone shrieked and screamed with laughter no one came to save him. Just before he came however Ramone began to scream for real as he looked up into two sets of glowing green eyes. The set in his blonde tormenters face and the pair in the statue that he swore later turned on its base slowly to watch what was unfolding at her feet.
The laughing skull
Part 5
The heat was more then anything Mary had been prepared for. She kept remembering the words of Mark Twain, the coldest winter he had ever experienced was the summer he spent in San Francisco. Mary now began to understand what he was talking about. The damp heat of the jungle wrapped around her like a hot blanket. There was nothing she could do to relieve herself from its grip.
She fidgeted in the stifling heat of the shipping office. She fanned herself continuously. The fan was her first purchase here in Mexico. An old woman had been hawking them on the dock upon her arrival. She seemed to be all too curious about this new arrival. She insisted on Mary picking a fan, when she looked them over one jumped out at her. Its body was a light tanned wood almost the same color as her blonde hair. It however had feathers on the outer edge that alternated from fluffy soft white ones to banded stiffer feathers. It caressed her skin almost magically and seemed to banish at least some of the heat from around her.
When Mary reached into her coin purse to pay for it the old woman refused to hear it and became more and insistent that the young woman would need it and refused to accept any payment. Then she slipped away into the crowd and almost seemed to vanish. Mary did however instantly love the fan. Several symbols were carved into the smooth wooden surface, they were unknown to her yet somehow familiar. The feathers were wonderful they felt so wonderful on the exposed skin of her neck as she fanned herself. Mary drifted off into a wonderful daydream as the crates and equipment were off loaded from the ship and loaded aboard the two new ford trucks they had brought with them from the US.
Once away from the harbor however the road or what passed as a road grew worse until it resembled a goat trail. They had been joined by a small group of soldiers and a representative from the government in Mexico City.
The soldiers were a rough lot but the government man tried to appear as a polished gentleman however how he looked at Mary and the few other women in the party made Mary and everyone else nervous. The more she was exposed to him the greasier and slimier he seemed to become. Around mid day a lone rider approached along the road ahead of them. The soldiers became nervous, as did a few of the others in their little caravan. As he drew nearer Mary stood up in the back of the truck and looked into a heavily sun tanned familiar face.
Victor, Victor Mary yelled at the top of her lungs waving her hands and taking off her wide brimmed hat and waving with it as well until the rider waved back and spurred his horse on to close the distance between him and the oncoming trucks. Mary leaned forward and told the driver of the truck that it was her fathers friend and fellow archeologist Victor Gibson.
Unlike many of her fathers rough and tumble friends Victor was a real gentleman a graduate of Oxford University spoke several languages and even grubby from the trail was devilishly handsome. It had been Victor who had first gotten her father interested in the expedition. In his studies at Oxford Victor had come across a very interesting document. It originally had been part of the Vatican Archives but somehow had would up gathering dust in a forgotten corner of a manor house library. Before the Great War it was gifted to Oxford University. It was an item that had an air of mystery about it. It was one of the few Mayan Codexe's that had survived the fires, the conquistadors and the Catholic Church.
A careful study of this document yielded the location of the great, lost city her father was now excavating. Victor had volunteered immediately when Mary's father had asked him to go to the coast and escort both parts of precious cargo. Victor was one of the younger men of the expedition. He was handsome and brilliant in his understanding of the ancient past. He had been something of a child prodigy growing up surrounded by older men and their wives at school. All of his classmates had been 5 to 10 yrs older then himself. Mary had become infatuated with him from the start. Surprisingly her father had not discouraged her in fact his lack of discouragement almost egged her on.
Everyone her mother had tried to get Mary interested in other young men in the rich community of San Francisco but Mary had already set her sights on the man she wanted. Her mother had brushed it off as mere puppy love. At 24 Victor was well within Mary's age group and it was not uncommon for younger women to be involved and even married to a somewhat older man. Her father had the good sense no to inform his stiff wife that Victor would be in Mexico. Mary could not have been happier to see him.
Phillip had done a good job of tying off Maria's wrists and ankles he gripped the connecting knots and lifted slightly exposing Maria's bare back and sides. He slowly ran the tip of the soft feather from her shoulder to her waist making her squeal and wiggle before him. He selected a short thin cord from the bed and began tying both of her big toes together. Phillip knew the soft tines of the feather would be of little tickling value on the soles of Maria's bare feet, but the pen tip in the end of the feather was going to be torture for her.
He ran the soft sides of the feather up and down the backs of Maria's bare legs and wiggled the tip up and down the inside of her bare thighs until she became a giggling mass at his feet. As Phillip gave her a short breather he looked down at the book beside him on the bed. The more he worked with these symbols the more some of them seemed to jump out at him. It seemed almost as if they had a mind of their own and were showing him the way. Two small symbols seemed to jump out at him as he touched them Maria's toes curled up hard and a long slow giggle erupted from her lips. When he touched them a second time Maria let out shrieking giggles and wiggled her bare feet wildly.
The more Philip played with the symbols the wilder Maria's reactions became. After just a few minutes he had to trap her wiggling legs between his thighs as he kept touching the icons and tickling his trapped playmate without even touching her bare feet. Phillip smiled with delight as he caressed the icons on the page making Maria giggle wiggle and scream with laughter. Phillip began to caress the icons with one-hand and Maria's soft bare soles with the other until Maria slipped into hysterical laughter.
As Phillip let his playmate have a quick breather he began to notice that the small red marks had began to appear where her heel ended and her soft ticklish arches began. Phillip found that just by breathing on them would send Maria into a fit of giggles.
Maria tried to breathe she wiggled to get comfortable on the small rug Phillip had placed her on. As she wiggled Phillip eased up on his grip of her legs and bare feet just a little. Her wiggling brought Phillip back out of his concentration on the book and the delightful icons. He looked down at Maria with a gaze of almost sadistic pleasure. Her tight shorts had ridden up as high as they could possibly go some of her tight behind lay exposed as did the sides of her breasts as they had wiggled partly free of the halter top. The knots had slipped a little exposing even more ticklish bare skin.
Phillip reached down and selected a few of the feathers that were scattered on the bed. He selected one with a firm pointed tip. He slipped it along the inside of Maria's thigh and tickled from the back of her knees to the crack of her ass. He slipped it deep inside the space between the cheeks of her behind where he knew Maria was madly ticklish. He slowly turned the feather, tickling and teasing her newly exposed bare skin until Maria began to moan with pleasure. Then he picked up a softer feather and began to slowly tickle up her back and along her sides. He concentrated on the edges of her breasts where he knew Maria was delightfully ticklish.
As the soft feather caressed the edges of her breast Maria began to wiggle and squirm even more. As she did her legs parted a little more and the pointed feather dipped deeper into more ticklish skin between her legs sending shivers up and down her body and her skin erupted in Goosebumps as she was tickled nearer and nearer to a orgasm. Phillip played with her just enough to bring her to the edge of pleasure then he picked up the pen and book once again this time he carefully inked in the new icons on her bare feet as Maria went ballistic with laughter once again.
Victor rode up and pulled himself out of the saddle and onto the side of the truck. In minutes he was hugging Mary in a bear hug. I am glad to see you Mary your father will be overjoyed. I just figured a pretty girl like you might need some protection as he opened his duster showing off a pair of matching pistols in a gun belt. It was less for Mary then it was to put the soldiers and to discourage the leering government man.
Suddenly the heat and dust seemed to fall away. The road if you wanted to call it that seemed less bumpy the runts less back jarring as long as she had Victor's arms around her. The time seemed to slip away as she relaxed and even drifted off to sleep in his arms. It would have been a very romantic setting until Victor began to drift off to sleep, the only problem is he snored so loudly he woke Mary.
Mary was almost disappointed when she arrived at the site, these were not the golden temples that she had been told about it was more a pile of ruins and scattered stones in the jungle. Many people were on the site teams from other universities and even teams from other countries were there. Mary journals were alive with her thoughts about the handsome young men she was being introduced to on the site. She was one of very few women in the jungle and the object of more attention than she had ever had in her young life before.
Mary could not help but think of how lucky a girl she was. She was going to be surrounded smart, handsome young men in the middle of a jungle. Mary’s journal was full of the thoughts of a young girl for the next few entries then Maria noticed a change in the writing. All though the teams were excited about their finds the local natives were very nervous indeed. There was talk of a buried evil, even talk of a cursed temple in the jungle. Mary had paid attention to the mutterings and whispers of the workers. One morning they were a lot more nervous. Sven Iverson had found the beginnings of a ruined temple.
Mary got the chance to look over Victor and her fathers notes. There were things about this temple that were kind of wrong from the very beginning. There were many buildings in this temple complex but this one seemed to have been a ruin a lot longer then the others. It appeared to have been abandoned perhaps a century before the others. This peaked Sven Iverson’s interest. He even moved his camp to the steps of the temple, spending many nights with a lantern looking at the carvings and symbols on the walls.
On the third night Mary’s journal tells about being awakened in the middle of the night by giggling laughter that seemed to sweep through the camp like a warm wind. The next morning great many of the workers were nervous. Some had even pulled up stakes and disappeared into the night. The camp was alive with rumors and whispers. Mary was all to ready to begin her adventure. Her father had left a young local boy named Ramone to sort of watch over her. He was about her age and was one of the water bearers on the site. He had slipped and fallen on the steps of the temple before Mary had arrived and was now hobbling around the camp on a crutch.
They had been told to stay in the cleared area of the camp but Mary was far too eager to explore, over Ramone`s protests they began to look over the rubble on the far side of the temple. The debris were scattered over a flat area with a small depression at one end. As they looked over the fallen stones something caught Mary’s eye. Sticking out of the rubble pile like a sliver was a single overgrown carved pillar. She knew about these, her father had called them steles or something. She knew that they had important stuff on them. Her dad was going to be so proud of her. She had just pulled away some of the plant life covering it when Ramone caught up with her. As Mary was about to remove more of the vines and brambles Ramone caught her by the arm and told her she must not do this.
“Do not be silly Ramone” she said its just stone. As she peeled back a layer of moss a face and body on the pillar began to emerge. It was a woman in fine dress holding her arms to the heavens. Surrounding her were floating feathers and winding vines. As Mary cleaned the muck off the face of the pillar something began to shine. The eyes of the face were set with green stones and glowed a little in the sunlight.
Ramone`s reaction was instant he reached out and took hold of Mary’s arm pleading with her to move away from this evil thing. Why are you so worried she asked its just stone it couldn’t hurt you silly? Ramone made one more attempt at pulling Mary away from it before hobbling off back to camp faster than Mary had ever seen him move on that crutch. He was bellowing something at the top of his lungs in Spanish. A word or was it a name. KO KOO KAN.
Maria was soon exhausted and lay giggling at her tormenter feet. The ink highlighting the new icons had almost driven her insane. It was all she could do to keep from passing out. It almost did not register to her that Phillip was untying her ankles and wrists. Phillip picked her up like a rag doll and placed her on the bed. For the first time in her life Maria was wishing he would stop tickling her. Since she had been a young girl she had always wanted to be tickled and in puberty the idea of tickle torture had always made her wet and her knees weak. As Phillip knelt on the bed and began to slowly strip her halter then he undid and slid her shorts off, kissing and nibbling her bare skin as he exposed it. The only thing going through her mind over and over again was the old phrase. Be careful what you wish for.
He was gentle with her as he wrapped a cloth around each of her slender wrists then tied off each wrist to the ends of the headboard. He knelt over her waist and slowly lowered himself down on her pinning her hips. Then he leaned in and began to nibble her neck and ears softly, this was always his way of beginning foreplay. This time however he reached up and began to lightly spider tickle down her bare arms from her wrists.
Maria had almost had to beg Phillip to tickle during foreplay before now he was doing it without her encouragement. It seemed his fingertips took forever to work their way down to a terribly ticklish spot inside each of her elbows. As his fingertips caressed her first ticklish spot Maria heard him whisper a word in her ear. As he spoke the words the icons on the insides of her thighs first tingled then lightly tickled as if being spider tickled as well. It was like Phillip had grown two new hands to tickle her with.
Phillips tickling fingertips crept lower and lower down Maria's bare arms slowly working them down until they teased the outer edges of her bare exposed underarms. As they crept closer to the tender skin under her arms he whispered more and more of the words in her ears. With the saying of each word brought more and more light tickling sensations on her bare skin until it felt as if 100 feather tips caressed her skin. As Phillip's fingers slowly spiraled into the center of each underarm until Maria was screaming with laughter and pressing her hips up hard against her tormentor.
Maria wanted him, needed him desperately she gathered her strength and lifted her head kissing his neck. Pressing herself against him begging him to stop tickling her and make love to her. She could hear Phillip first chuckle then laugh out loud. Did my tickle slave ever think she would beg not to be tickled. Maria looked up into his eyes for the fist time since she had started begging. The eyes were once again glowing green and for just a moment his face changed from her lover to the face of a tattooed Mayan priest.
Mary pulled away more of the matted moss and peeled back some of the delicate vines that were wrapped around the stele. The green eyes drew her to clear away the face. More and more of it became exposed to the light for the first time in perhaps a1000's years. She had expected the surface to be rough and worn by all the years of being overgrown. Mary was surprised by the sheen on each bit of surface that she exposed. It glistened like wet skin in the sunlight.
As she pulled away more of the moss and dead vines she began to see written script carved into the statue and its base. She had been told the Maya had been literate and had produced the first written language in the Americas. Finding these things were big news, her father and more importantly victor would be so impressed with her discovery.
As her fingertips touched she symbols however strange things began to happen. It began as a soft tingling sensation under her clothing. It almost itched that was until it began to tickle. The sensations were not unpleasant in fact they were becoming very pleasurable. This was indeed something that needed to be explored.
If she wanted to keep her discovery to herself just a while longer she would have to stop Ramone from alerting the camp to her find. Her father had warned her about looters and other bad men in the jungle. So Mary raced after the limping Ramone. It was not hard to catch him wobbling on his crutches as he was.
Mary had never been a strong girl however it seemed that she had grown strong here she took Ramone by the arm and almost carried him back to the statue. It was not until she had him back there that she realized how effortless it had been for her to overpower a boy and bring him to his knees before her and the statue. She gathered up some of the vines she had pulled from the rocks, she took the boy by the ear and led him crawling to a tree growing out of the ruins.
Mary had no experience with vines and knots but found that in just a few moments she had tied Ramone's hands behind the tree and ties off his good ankle to a large block of carved stone in the rubble pile. Her Spanish was not the best but she understood enough of the curses coming from his mouth to be offended.
Mary picked up a clod of moss and stuffed it into his mouth silencing him. The look in his eyes told the whole story his expression changed from anger to fear in mere moments. Mary stood over his squirming body on the grass feeling very powerful and liked it. What a sight she must have been to poor Ramone standing over his tied body in her tight britches boots and white blouse. She watched his eye's roam over her body as the itching, tingling and tickling sensations began to creep back into her body.
A very warm and wonderful sensation began to creep through Mary's body as she sat down on the carved stone and looked deep into Ramone's now fear filled eyes. Her mother had always schooled her in Spanish from the time she could speak. Now she began to warn Ramone that if her told anyone about the statue or her tying him up it would go very bad for him indeed. On the other hand she said as she smiled wickedly it could be very good for you if you can keep your mouth shut. Let me show you she said as she reached down and slipped off his sandal. Answer me a question Ramone are you ticklish? Mary felt a wicked spark run through her body as her one hand grasped his ankle and the fingers of the other hand danced across his bare arch.
Ramone immediately began to pull on his bonds trying desperately to pull his bare foot away from this girl. But try as he might he could not break free of shake her tickling fingertips from his foot. As he tired Mary began to tickle much more softly until his squeals subsided. It did not take Mary long to work him into a sweat either as a matter of fact he seemed to be almost enjoying himself. Mary found herself enjoying things too each time she stroked the ticklish skin of his foot or pried back his clenched toes to tickle under them the sensations that were caressing her body increased. This was going to be fun Mary thought to herself.
She also became bolder with her captive, she stood up and moved over his legs. She sat down on them just above his knees and reached up to undo the rough buttons of his shirt. Ramone used up what little energy he had left trying to lift his hips to buck her off but soon he gave all attempts at dislodging himself from this demon. During his brief struggles Mary had managed to get most of the buttons of his shirt undone, slowly she un tucked it from his pants and pulled it open exposing his chest and tummy to her. With great delight she flexed her fingers in front of him and then slowly lowered them onto his tummy and began to tickle. Her fingertips danced around his belly button and along his sides as he moaned squealed and giggled under her. His tone changed completely however as her fingertips began to play with the small tufts of fine chest hairs around each of his nipples. Running a fingernail around the edges of each nipple brought renewed attempts at bucking her off. This was indeed becoming fun Mary thought to herself.
Mary watched with interest as his nipples grew hard and she found that running her finger of the tips made Ramone groan very loudly through his gag of moss. Another curious thing was the tenting of his cotton pants. They were made of simple cloth with a drawstring at his waist to hold them up. Mary guess what was going on she was not some stupid society girl. She had always paid attention when she had heard the maids or the help whispering. She knew about the differences between boys and girls. She knew what was happening to Ramone, she had just never actually seen it happen up close before.
Several times when she had hugged victor or cuddled with him she had felt something stir but had never persuade it. This time was different the tingling and tickling sensations in her body were becoming unbearable. As her fingertips tickled along his waistline Ramone's eyes widened and he began to sweat quite a bit. As her fingertips began to play with the drawstring he began to panic. Mary on the other hand was reveling in her newfound power over her helpless captive.
Mary took her time pulling lightly on the string until it came undone and the whole waistband loosened. Almost instantly something Mary had never seen popped into the open. She knew what it was she just never actually seen one before. The tip of his penis and about two inches of its shaft now lay before her tucked tightly to his waist. Mary's hands shook as her fingers slowly lowered until they touched the hot soft skin. The moment she touched it the sensations in her body jumped into high gear. As she began to tickle it her body felt as if it was pleasantly on fire.
As Mary's fingertips tickled up the exposed skin of the shaft Ramone began to moan wildly behind his gag. Mary did not know if it was pleasure or panic. The effect on Mary was becoming almost more then she could stand as well. The soft silk camisole she was wearing under her shirt felt like sandpaper on her stiff nipples and she was becoming very aroused by torturing her captive. Each tickling stoke she inflicted on Ramone's body was echoed on hers. As she began to tickle and tease his penis however the sensations in her became almost overwhelming.
Slowly reality began to work its way back into Mary's mind. She needed Ramone to remain silent so it was time to make threats not love. She lifted herself and walked over to her pack letting her heart rate slow down. She rummaged through her pack to find exactly what she was looking for. She slowly walked back to Ramone un-wrapping the new feather fan from her handkerchief. The old woman had been right she would need this fan.
When she opened the feather fan Ramone's eyes opened so wide they almost seemed too large for his face. His struggles had only managed to lower his pants even more, now he was completely exposed to his tormentor. Mary once again settled herself back onto his wiggling thighs. Mary made a great show of fanning herself with the fan until she slowly began lower it until the long feathers began to tickle his nipples and chest. Mary took her time tickling down his chest and onto his fast breathing tummy.
Mary reached up and slapped Ramone's face to get his attention. Now listen to me Ramone, you will mot tell anyone about the statue this ruin or what I am doing to you now. If you do this you will be rewarded as Mary let the feather tips rake slowly along the tip of his penis. She then used the feathers to tickle the shaft all the way to the tip over and over again.
As Ramone began to really enjoy what was happening to him Mary stopped and returned to fanning herself and leaving Ramone to squirm under her. This feeling of power over her captive was exhilarating to Mary. Mary reached up and grabbed a hand full of Ramone's hair and leaned forward to stare into his wide eyes. If you tell I will say you attacked me and my friend Victor will take you into the jungle and use his gun on you do you understand. Defeated Ramone nodded that he understood.
Mary leaned back laughing and reveling in her victory, she stretched her arms over her head and then lowered her hands again caressing her own hard nipples on the way down. I want to hear you agree Ramone Mary said I need you to swear to me you will do as I saw. Mary pulled the clod of moss from his mouth as the feathers once again began to softly tickle along his exposed hips then with madding slowness she began to use the feathers to tickle the exposed shaft and tip of his penis.
Think of this as your reward Ramone Mary said with an evil giggle. Mary used the feathers of the fan to brush slowly over his tummy and hips then slowly from the base of his penis to the tip giving it an extra little flick with the feather tips. As she did this she began to undo the buttons of her blouse until it hung open allowing Ramone to gaze at her pert little tits and hard nipples under the nearly transparent silk camisole she wore. Mary leaned back just a little to give Ramone a real good look then her other hand began to tease and tickle his nipples as the feathers flicked and tickled Ramone's growing erection.
It was as if time itself slowed down around them, no matter how loudly Ramone shrieked and screamed with laughter no one came to save him. Just before he came however Ramone began to scream for real as he looked up into two sets of glowing green eyes. The set in his blonde tormenters face and the pair in the statue that he swore later turned on its base slowly to watch what was unfolding at her feet.
The laughing skull
Part 5
The heat was more then anything Mary had been prepared for. She kept remembering the words of Mark Twain, the coldest winter he had ever experienced was the summer he spent in San Francisco. Mary now began to understand what he was talking about. The damp heat of the jungle wrapped around her like a hot blanket. There was nothing she could do to relieve herself from its grip.
She fidgeted in the stifling heat of the shipping office. She fanned herself continuously. The fan was her first purchase here in Mexico. An old woman had been hawking them on the dock upon her arrival. She seemed to be all too curious about this new arrival. She insisted on Mary picking a fan, when she looked them over one jumped out at her. Its body was a light tanned wood almost the same color as her blonde hair. It however had feathers on the outer edge that alternated from fluffy soft white ones to banded stiffer feathers. It caressed her skin almost magically and seemed to banish at least some of the heat from around her.
When Mary reached into her coin purse to pay for it the old woman refused to hear it and became more and insistent that the young woman would need it and refused to accept any payment. Then she slipped away into the crowd and almost seemed to vanish. Mary did however instantly love the fan. Several symbols were carved into the smooth wooden surface, they were unknown to her yet somehow familiar. The feathers were wonderful they felt so wonderful on the exposed skin of her neck as she fanned herself. Mary drifted off into a wonderful daydream as the crates and equipment were off loaded from the ship and loaded aboard the two new ford trucks they had brought with them from the US.
Once away from the harbor however the road or what passed as a road grew worse until it resembled a goat trail. They had been joined by a small group of soldiers and a representative from the government in Mexico City.
The soldiers were a rough lot but the government man tried to appear as a polished gentleman however how he looked at Mary and the few other women in the party made Mary and everyone else nervous. The more she was exposed to him the greasier and slimier he seemed to become. Around mid day a lone rider approached along the road ahead of them. The soldiers became nervous, as did a few of the others in their little caravan. As he drew nearer Mary stood up in the back of the truck and looked into a heavily sun tanned familiar face.
Victor, Victor Mary yelled at the top of her lungs waving her hands and taking off her wide brimmed hat and waving with it as well until the rider waved back and spurred his horse on to close the distance between him and the oncoming trucks. Mary leaned forward and told the driver of the truck that it was her fathers friend and fellow archeologist Victor Gibson.
Unlike many of her fathers rough and tumble friends Victor was a real gentleman a graduate of Oxford University spoke several languages and even grubby from the trail was devilishly handsome. It had been Victor who had first gotten her father interested in the expedition. In his studies at Oxford Victor had come across a very interesting document. It originally had been part of the Vatican Archives but somehow had would up gathering dust in a forgotten corner of a manor house library. Before the Great War it was gifted to Oxford University. It was an item that had an air of mystery about it. It was one of the few Mayan Codexe's that had survived the fires, the conquistadors and the Catholic Church.
A careful study of this document yielded the location of the great, lost city her father was now excavating. Victor had volunteered immediately when Mary's father had asked him to go to the coast and escort both parts of precious cargo. Victor was one of the younger men of the expedition. He was handsome and brilliant in his understanding of the ancient past. He had been something of a child prodigy growing up surrounded by older men and their wives at school. All of his classmates had been 5 to 10 yrs older then himself. Mary had become infatuated with him from the start. Surprisingly her father had not discouraged her in fact his lack of discouragement almost egged her on.
Everyone her mother had tried to get Mary interested in other young men in the rich community of San Francisco but Mary had already set her sights on the man she wanted. Her mother had brushed it off as mere puppy love. At 24 Victor was well within Mary's age group and it was not uncommon for younger women to be involved and even married to a somewhat older man. Her father had the good sense no to inform his stiff wife that Victor would be in Mexico. Mary could not have been happier to see him.
Phillip had done a good job of tying off Maria's wrists and ankles he gripped the connecting knots and lifted slightly exposing Maria's bare back and sides. He slowly ran the tip of the soft feather from her shoulder to her waist making her squeal and wiggle before him. He selected a short thin cord from the bed and began tying both of her big toes together. Phillip knew the soft tines of the feather would be of little tickling value on the soles of Maria's bare feet, but the pen tip in the end of the feather was going to be torture for her.
He ran the soft sides of the feather up and down the backs of Maria's bare legs and wiggled the tip up and down the inside of her bare thighs until she became a giggling mass at his feet. As Phillip gave her a short breather he looked down at the book beside him on the bed. The more he worked with these symbols the more some of them seemed to jump out at him. It seemed almost as if they had a mind of their own and were showing him the way. Two small symbols seemed to jump out at him as he touched them Maria's toes curled up hard and a long slow giggle erupted from her lips. When he touched them a second time Maria let out shrieking giggles and wiggled her bare feet wildly.
The more Philip played with the symbols the wilder Maria's reactions became. After just a few minutes he had to trap her wiggling legs between his thighs as he kept touching the icons and tickling his trapped playmate without even touching her bare feet. Phillip smiled with delight as he caressed the icons on the page making Maria giggle wiggle and scream with laughter. Phillip began to caress the icons with one-hand and Maria's soft bare soles with the other until Maria slipped into hysterical laughter.
As Phillip let his playmate have a quick breather he began to notice that the small red marks had began to appear where her heel ended and her soft ticklish arches began. Phillip found that just by breathing on them would send Maria into a fit of giggles.
Maria tried to breathe she wiggled to get comfortable on the small rug Phillip had placed her on. As she wiggled Phillip eased up on his grip of her legs and bare feet just a little. Her wiggling brought Phillip back out of his concentration on the book and the delightful icons. He looked down at Maria with a gaze of almost sadistic pleasure. Her tight shorts had ridden up as high as they could possibly go some of her tight behind lay exposed as did the sides of her breasts as they had wiggled partly free of the halter top. The knots had slipped a little exposing even more ticklish bare skin.
Phillip reached down and selected a few of the feathers that were scattered on the bed. He selected one with a firm pointed tip. He slipped it along the inside of Maria's thigh and tickled from the back of her knees to the crack of her ass. He slipped it deep inside the space between the cheeks of her behind where he knew Maria was madly ticklish. He slowly turned the feather, tickling and teasing her newly exposed bare skin until Maria began to moan with pleasure. Then he picked up a softer feather and began to slowly tickle up her back and along her sides. He concentrated on the edges of her breasts where he knew Maria was delightfully ticklish.
As the soft feather caressed the edges of her breast Maria began to wiggle and squirm even more. As she did her legs parted a little more and the pointed feather dipped deeper into more ticklish skin between her legs sending shivers up and down her body and her skin erupted in Goosebumps as she was tickled nearer and nearer to a orgasm. Phillip played with her just enough to bring her to the edge of pleasure then he picked up the pen and book once again this time he carefully inked in the new icons on her bare feet as Maria went ballistic with laughter once again.
Victor rode up and pulled himself out of the saddle and onto the side of the truck. In minutes he was hugging Mary in a bear hug. I am glad to see you Mary your father will be overjoyed. I just figured a pretty girl like you might need some protection as he opened his duster showing off a pair of matching pistols in a gun belt. It was less for Mary then it was to put the soldiers and to discourage the leering government man.
Suddenly the heat and dust seemed to fall away. The road if you wanted to call it that seemed less bumpy the runts less back jarring as long as she had Victor's arms around her. The time seemed to slip away as she relaxed and even drifted off to sleep in his arms. It would have been a very romantic setting until Victor began to drift off to sleep, the only problem is he snored so loudly he woke Mary.
Mary was almost disappointed when she arrived at the site, these were not the golden temples that she had been told about it was more a pile of ruins and scattered stones in the jungle. Many people were on the site teams from other universities and even teams from other countries were there. Mary journals were alive with her thoughts about the handsome young men she was being introduced to on the site. She was one of very few women in the jungle and the object of more attention than she had ever had in her young life before.
Mary could not help but think of how lucky a girl she was. She was going to be surrounded smart, handsome young men in the middle of a jungle. Mary’s journal was full of the thoughts of a young girl for the next few entries then Maria noticed a change in the writing. All though the teams were excited about their finds the local natives were very nervous indeed. There was talk of a buried evil, even talk of a cursed temple in the jungle. Mary had paid attention to the mutterings and whispers of the workers. One morning they were a lot more nervous. Sven Iverson had found the beginnings of a ruined temple.
Mary got the chance to look over Victor and her fathers notes. There were things about this temple that were kind of wrong from the very beginning. There were many buildings in this temple complex but this one seemed to have been a ruin a lot longer then the others. It appeared to have been abandoned perhaps a century before the others. This peaked Sven Iverson’s interest. He even moved his camp to the steps of the temple, spending many nights with a lantern looking at the carvings and symbols on the walls.
On the third night Mary’s journal tells about being awakened in the middle of the night by giggling laughter that seemed to sweep through the camp like a warm wind. The next morning great many of the workers were nervous. Some had even pulled up stakes and disappeared into the night. The camp was alive with rumors and whispers. Mary was all to ready to begin her adventure. Her father had left a young local boy named Ramone to sort of watch over her. He was about her age and was one of the water bearers on the site. He had slipped and fallen on the steps of the temple before Mary had arrived and was now hobbling around the camp on a crutch.
They had been told to stay in the cleared area of the camp but Mary was far too eager to explore, over Ramone`s protests they began to look over the rubble on the far side of the temple. The debris were scattered over a flat area with a small depression at one end. As they looked over the fallen stones something caught Mary’s eye. Sticking out of the rubble pile like a sliver was a single overgrown carved pillar. She knew about these, her father had called them steles or something. She knew that they had important stuff on them. Her dad was going to be so proud of her. She had just pulled away some of the plant life covering it when Ramone caught up with her. As Mary was about to remove more of the vines and brambles Ramone caught her by the arm and told her she must not do this.
“Do not be silly Ramone” she said its just stone. As she peeled back a layer of moss a face and body on the pillar began to emerge. It was a woman in fine dress holding her arms to the heavens. Surrounding her were floating feathers and winding vines. As Mary cleaned the muck off the face of the pillar something began to shine. The eyes of the face were set with green stones and glowed a little in the sunlight.
Ramone`s reaction was instant he reached out and took hold of Mary’s arm pleading with her to move away from this evil thing. Why are you so worried she asked its just stone it couldn’t hurt you silly? Ramone made one more attempt at pulling Mary away from it before hobbling off back to camp faster than Mary had ever seen him move on that crutch. He was bellowing something at the top of his lungs in Spanish. A word or was it a name. KO KOO KAN.
Maria was soon exhausted and lay giggling at her tormenter feet. The ink highlighting the new icons had almost driven her insane. It was all she could do to keep from passing out. It almost did not register to her that Phillip was untying her ankles and wrists. Phillip picked her up like a rag doll and placed her on the bed. For the first time in her life Maria was wishing he would stop tickling her. Since she had been a young girl she had always wanted to be tickled and in puberty the idea of tickle torture had always made her wet and her knees weak. As Phillip knelt on the bed and began to slowly strip her halter then he undid and slid her shorts off, kissing and nibbling her bare skin as he exposed it. The only thing going through her mind over and over again was the old phrase. Be careful what you wish for.
He was gentle with her as he wrapped a cloth around each of her slender wrists then tied off each wrist to the ends of the headboard. He knelt over her waist and slowly lowered himself down on her pinning her hips. Then he leaned in and began to nibble her neck and ears softly, this was always his way of beginning foreplay. This time however he reached up and began to lightly spider tickle down her bare arms from her wrists.
Maria had almost had to beg Phillip to tickle during foreplay before now he was doing it without her encouragement. It seemed his fingertips took forever to work their way down to a terribly ticklish spot inside each of her elbows. As his fingertips caressed her first ticklish spot Maria heard him whisper a word in her ear. As he spoke the words the icons on the insides of her thighs first tingled then lightly tickled as if being spider tickled as well. It was like Phillip had grown two new hands to tickle her with.
Phillips tickling fingertips crept lower and lower down Maria's bare arms slowly working them down until they teased the outer edges of her bare exposed underarms. As they crept closer to the tender skin under her arms he whispered more and more of the words in her ears. With the saying of each word brought more and more light tickling sensations on her bare skin until it felt as if 100 feather tips caressed her skin. As Phillip's fingers slowly spiraled into the center of each underarm until Maria was screaming with laughter and pressing her hips up hard against her tormentor.
Maria wanted him, needed him desperately she gathered her strength and lifted her head kissing his neck. Pressing herself against him begging him to stop tickling her and make love to her. She could hear Phillip first chuckle then laugh out loud. Did my tickle slave ever think she would beg not to be tickled. Maria looked up into his eyes for the fist time since she had started begging. The eyes were once again glowing green and for just a moment his face changed from her lover to the face of a tattooed Mayan priest.
Mary pulled away more of the matted moss and peeled back some of the delicate vines that were wrapped around the stele. The green eyes drew her to clear away the face. More and more of it became exposed to the light for the first time in perhaps a1000's years. She had expected the surface to be rough and worn by all the years of being overgrown. Mary was surprised by the sheen on each bit of surface that she exposed. It glistened like wet skin in the sunlight.
As she pulled away more of the moss and dead vines she began to see written script carved into the statue and its base. She had been told the Maya had been literate and had produced the first written language in the Americas. Finding these things were big news, her father and more importantly victor would be so impressed with her discovery.
As her fingertips touched she symbols however strange things began to happen. It began as a soft tingling sensation under her clothing. It almost itched that was until it began to tickle. The sensations were not unpleasant in fact they were becoming very pleasurable. This was indeed something that needed to be explored.
If she wanted to keep her discovery to herself just a while longer she would have to stop Ramone from alerting the camp to her find. Her father had warned her about looters and other bad men in the jungle. So Mary raced after the limping Ramone. It was not hard to catch him wobbling on his crutches as he was.
Mary had never been a strong girl however it seemed that she had grown strong here she took Ramone by the arm and almost carried him back to the statue. It was not until she had him back there that she realized how effortless it had been for her to overpower a boy and bring him to his knees before her and the statue. She gathered up some of the vines she had pulled from the rocks, she took the boy by the ear and led him crawling to a tree growing out of the ruins.
Mary had no experience with vines and knots but found that in just a few moments she had tied Ramone's hands behind the tree and ties off his good ankle to a large block of carved stone in the rubble pile. Her Spanish was not the best but she understood enough of the curses coming from his mouth to be offended.
Mary picked up a clod of moss and stuffed it into his mouth silencing him. The look in his eyes told the whole story his expression changed from anger to fear in mere moments. Mary stood over his squirming body on the grass feeling very powerful and liked it. What a sight she must have been to poor Ramone standing over his tied body in her tight britches boots and white blouse. She watched his eye's roam over her body as the itching, tingling and tickling sensations began to creep back into her body.
A very warm and wonderful sensation began to creep through Mary's body as she sat down on the carved stone and looked deep into Ramone's now fear filled eyes. Her mother had always schooled her in Spanish from the time she could speak. Now she began to warn Ramone that if her told anyone about the statue or her tying him up it would go very bad for him indeed. On the other hand she said as she smiled wickedly it could be very good for you if you can keep your mouth shut. Let me show you she said as she reached down and slipped off his sandal. Answer me a question Ramone are you ticklish? Mary felt a wicked spark run through her body as her one hand grasped his ankle and the fingers of the other hand danced across his bare arch.
Ramone immediately began to pull on his bonds trying desperately to pull his bare foot away from this girl. But try as he might he could not break free of shake her tickling fingertips from his foot. As he tired Mary began to tickle much more softly until his squeals subsided. It did not take Mary long to work him into a sweat either as a matter of fact he seemed to be almost enjoying himself. Mary found herself enjoying things too each time she stroked the ticklish skin of his foot or pried back his clenched toes to tickle under them the sensations that were caressing her body increased. This was going to be fun Mary thought to herself.
She also became bolder with her captive, she stood up and moved over his legs. She sat down on them just above his knees and reached up to undo the rough buttons of his shirt. Ramone used up what little energy he had left trying to lift his hips to buck her off but soon he gave all attempts at dislodging himself from this demon. During his brief struggles Mary had managed to get most of the buttons of his shirt undone, slowly she un tucked it from his pants and pulled it open exposing his chest and tummy to her. With great delight she flexed her fingers in front of him and then slowly lowered them onto his tummy and began to tickle. Her fingertips danced around his belly button and along his sides as he moaned squealed and giggled under her. His tone changed completely however as her fingertips began to play with the small tufts of fine chest hairs around each of his nipples. Running a fingernail around the edges of each nipple brought renewed attempts at bucking her off. This was indeed becoming fun Mary thought to herself.
Mary watched with interest as his nipples grew hard and she found that running her finger of the tips made Ramone groan very loudly through his gag of moss. Another curious thing was the tenting of his cotton pants. They were made of simple cloth with a drawstring at his waist to hold them up. Mary guess what was going on she was not some stupid society girl. She had always paid attention when she had heard the maids or the help whispering. She knew about the differences between boys and girls. She knew what was happening to Ramone, she had just never actually seen it happen up close before.
Several times when she had hugged victor or cuddled with him she had felt something stir but had never persuade it. This time was different the tingling and tickling sensations in her body were becoming unbearable. As her fingertips tickled along his waistline Ramone's eyes widened and he began to sweat quite a bit. As her fingertips began to play with the drawstring he began to panic. Mary on the other hand was reveling in her newfound power over her helpless captive.
Mary took her time pulling lightly on the string until it came undone and the whole waistband loosened. Almost instantly something Mary had never seen popped into the open. She knew what it was she just never actually seen one before. The tip of his penis and about two inches of its shaft now lay before her tucked tightly to his waist. Mary's hands shook as her fingers slowly lowered until they touched the hot soft skin. The moment she touched it the sensations in her body jumped into high gear. As she began to tickle it her body felt as if it was pleasantly on fire.
As Mary's fingertips tickled up the exposed skin of the shaft Ramone began to moan wildly behind his gag. Mary did not know if it was pleasure or panic. The effect on Mary was becoming almost more then she could stand as well. The soft silk camisole she was wearing under her shirt felt like sandpaper on her stiff nipples and she was becoming very aroused by torturing her captive. Each tickling stoke she inflicted on Ramone's body was echoed on hers. As she began to tickle and tease his penis however the sensations in her became almost overwhelming.
Slowly reality began to work its way back into Mary's mind. She needed Ramone to remain silent so it was time to make threats not love. She lifted herself and walked over to her pack letting her heart rate slow down. She rummaged through her pack to find exactly what she was looking for. She slowly walked back to Ramone un-wrapping the new feather fan from her handkerchief. The old woman had been right she would need this fan.
When she opened the feather fan Ramone's eyes opened so wide they almost seemed too large for his face. His struggles had only managed to lower his pants even more, now he was completely exposed to his tormentor. Mary once again settled herself back onto his wiggling thighs. Mary made a great show of fanning herself with the fan until she slowly began lower it until the long feathers began to tickle his nipples and chest. Mary took her time tickling down his chest and onto his fast breathing tummy.
Mary reached up and slapped Ramone's face to get his attention. Now listen to me Ramone, you will mot tell anyone about the statue this ruin or what I am doing to you now. If you do this you will be rewarded as Mary let the feather tips rake slowly along the tip of his penis. She then used the feathers to tickle the shaft all the way to the tip over and over again.
As Ramone began to really enjoy what was happening to him Mary stopped and returned to fanning herself and leaving Ramone to squirm under her. This feeling of power over her captive was exhilarating to Mary. Mary reached up and grabbed a hand full of Ramone's hair and leaned forward to stare into his wide eyes. If you tell I will say you attacked me and my friend Victor will take you into the jungle and use his gun on you do you understand. Defeated Ramone nodded that he understood.
Mary leaned back laughing and reveling in her victory, she stretched her arms over her head and then lowered her hands again caressing her own hard nipples on the way down. I want to hear you agree Ramone Mary said I need you to swear to me you will do as I saw. Mary pulled the clod of moss from his mouth as the feathers once again began to softly tickle along his exposed hips then with madding slowness she began to use the feathers to tickle the exposed shaft and tip of his penis.
Think of this as your reward Ramone Mary said with an evil giggle. Mary used the feathers of the fan to brush slowly over his tummy and hips then slowly from the base of his penis to the tip giving it an extra little flick with the feather tips. As she did this she began to undo the buttons of her blouse until it hung open allowing Ramone to gaze at her pert little tits and hard nipples under the nearly transparent silk camisole she wore. Mary leaned back just a little to give Ramone a real good look then her other hand began to tease and tickle his nipples as the feathers flicked and tickled Ramone's growing erection.
It was as if time itself slowed down around them, no matter how loudly Ramone shrieked and screamed with laughter no one came to save him. Just before he came however Ramone began to scream for real as he looked up into two sets of glowing green eyes. The set in his blonde tormenters face and the pair in the statue that he swore later turned on its base slowly to watch what was unfolding at her feet.
Part 5
The heat was more then anything Mary had been prepared for. She kept remembering the words of Mark Twain, the coldest winter he had ever experienced was the summer he spent in San Francisco. Mary now began to understand what he was talking about. The damp heat of the jungle wrapped around her like a hot blanket. There was nothing she could do to relieve herself from its grip.
She fidgeted in the stifling heat of the shipping office. She fanned herself continuously. The fan was her first purchase here in Mexico. An old woman had been hawking them on the dock upon her arrival. She seemed to be all too curious about this new arrival. She insisted on Mary picking a fan, when she looked them over one jumped out at her. Its body was a light tanned wood almost the same color as her blonde hair. It however had feathers on the outer edge that alternated from fluffy soft white ones to banded stiffer feathers. It caressed her skin almost magically and seemed to banish at least some of the heat from around her.
When Mary reached into her coin purse to pay for it the old woman refused to hear it and became more and insistent that the young woman would need it and refused to accept any payment. Then she slipped away into the crowd and almost seemed to vanish. Mary did however instantly love the fan. Several symbols were carved into the smooth wooden surface, they were unknown to her yet somehow familiar. The feathers were wonderful they felt so wonderful on the exposed skin of her neck as she fanned herself. Mary drifted off into a wonderful daydream as the crates and equipment were off loaded from the ship and loaded aboard the two new ford trucks they had brought with them from the US.
Once away from the harbor however the road or what passed as a road grew worse until it resembled a goat trail. They had been joined by a small group of soldiers and a representative from the government in Mexico City.
The soldiers were a rough lot but the government man tried to appear as a polished gentleman however how he looked at Mary and the few other women in the party made Mary and everyone else nervous. The more she was exposed to him the greasier and slimier he seemed to become. Around mid day a lone rider approached along the road ahead of them. The soldiers became nervous, as did a few of the others in their little caravan. As he drew nearer Mary stood up in the back of the truck and looked into a heavily sun tanned familiar face.
Victor, Victor Mary yelled at the top of her lungs waving her hands and taking off her wide brimmed hat and waving with it as well until the rider waved back and spurred his horse on to close the distance between him and the oncoming trucks. Mary leaned forward and told the driver of the truck that it was her fathers friend and fellow archeologist Victor Gibson.
Unlike many of her fathers rough and tumble friends Victor was a real gentleman a graduate of Oxford University spoke several languages and even grubby from the trail was devilishly handsome. It had been Victor who had first gotten her father interested in the expedition. In his studies at Oxford Victor had come across a very interesting document. It originally had been part of the Vatican Archives but somehow had would up gathering dust in a forgotten corner of a manor house library. Before the Great War it was gifted to Oxford University. It was an item that had an air of mystery about it. It was one of the few Mayan Codexe's that had survived the fires, the conquistadors and the Catholic Church.
A careful study of this document yielded the location of the great, lost city her father was now excavating. Victor had volunteered immediately when Mary's father had asked him to go to the coast and escort both parts of precious cargo. Victor was one of the younger men of the expedition. He was handsome and brilliant in his understanding of the ancient past. He had been something of a child prodigy growing up surrounded by older men and their wives at school. All of his classmates had been 5 to 10 yrs older then himself. Mary had become infatuated with him from the start. Surprisingly her father had not discouraged her in fact his lack of discouragement almost egged her on.
Everyone her mother had tried to get Mary interested in other young men in the rich community of San Francisco but Mary had already set her sights on the man she wanted. Her mother had brushed it off as mere puppy love. At 24 Victor was well within Mary's age group and it was not uncommon for younger women to be involved and even married to a somewhat older man. Her father had the good sense no to inform his stiff wife that Victor would be in Mexico. Mary could not have been happier to see him.
Phillip had done a good job of tying off Maria's wrists and ankles he gripped the connecting knots and lifted slightly exposing Maria's bare back and sides. He slowly ran the tip of the soft feather from her shoulder to her waist making her squeal and wiggle before him. He selected a short thin cord from the bed and began tying both of her big toes together. Phillip knew the soft tines of the feather would be of little tickling value on the soles of Maria's bare feet, but the pen tip in the end of the feather was going to be torture for her.
He ran the soft sides of the feather up and down the backs of Maria's bare legs and wiggled the tip up and down the inside of her bare thighs until she became a giggling mass at his feet. As Phillip gave her a short breather he looked down at the book beside him on the bed. The more he worked with these symbols the more some of them seemed to jump out at him. It seemed almost as if they had a mind of their own and were showing him the way. Two small symbols seemed to jump out at him as he touched them Maria's toes curled up hard and a long slow giggle erupted from her lips. When he touched them a second time Maria let out shrieking giggles and wiggled her bare feet wildly.
The more Philip played with the symbols the wilder Maria's reactions became. After just a few minutes he had to trap her wiggling legs between his thighs as he kept touching the icons and tickling his trapped playmate without even touching her bare feet. Phillip smiled with delight as he caressed the icons on the page making Maria giggle wiggle and scream with laughter. Phillip began to caress the icons with one-hand and Maria's soft bare soles with the other until Maria slipped into hysterical laughter.
As Phillip let his playmate have a quick breather he began to notice that the small red marks had began to appear where her heel ended and her soft ticklish arches began. Phillip found that just by breathing on them would send Maria into a fit of giggles.
Maria tried to breathe she wiggled to get comfortable on the small rug Phillip had placed her on. As she wiggled Phillip eased up on his grip of her legs and bare feet just a little. Her wiggling brought Phillip back out of his concentration on the book and the delightful icons. He looked down at Maria with a gaze of almost sadistic pleasure. Her tight shorts had ridden up as high as they could possibly go some of her tight behind lay exposed as did the sides of her breasts as they had wiggled partly free of the halter top. The knots had slipped a little exposing even more ticklish bare skin.
Phillip reached down and selected a few of the feathers that were scattered on the bed. He selected one with a firm pointed tip. He slipped it along the inside of Maria's thigh and tickled from the back of her knees to the crack of her ass. He slipped it deep inside the space between the cheeks of her behind where he knew Maria was madly ticklish. He slowly turned the feather, tickling and teasing her newly exposed bare skin until Maria began to moan with pleasure. Then he picked up a softer feather and began to slowly tickle up her back and along her sides. He concentrated on the edges of her breasts where he knew Maria was delightfully ticklish.
As the soft feather caressed the edges of her breast Maria began to wiggle and squirm even more. As she did her legs parted a little more and the pointed feather dipped deeper into more ticklish skin between her legs sending shivers up and down her body and her skin erupted in Goosebumps as she was tickled nearer and nearer to a orgasm. Phillip played with her just enough to bring her to the edge of pleasure then he picked up the pen and book once again this time he carefully inked in the new icons on her bare feet as Maria went ballistic with laughter once again.
Victor rode up and pulled himself out of the saddle and onto the side of the truck. In minutes he was hugging Mary in a bear hug. I am glad to see you Mary your father will be overjoyed. I just figured a pretty girl like you might need some protection as he opened his duster showing off a pair of matching pistols in a gun belt. It was less for Mary then it was to put the soldiers and to discourage the leering government man.
Suddenly the heat and dust seemed to fall away. The road if you wanted to call it that seemed less bumpy the runts less back jarring as long as she had Victor's arms around her. The time seemed to slip away as she relaxed and even drifted off to sleep in his arms. It would have been a very romantic setting until Victor began to drift off to sleep, the only problem is he snored so loudly he woke Mary.
Mary was almost disappointed when she arrived at the site, these were not the golden temples that she had been told about it was more a pile of ruins and scattered stones in the jungle. Many people were on the site teams from other universities and even teams from other countries were there. Mary journals were alive with her thoughts about the handsome young men she was being introduced to on the site. She was one of very few women in the jungle and the object of more attention than she had ever had in her young life before.
Mary could not help but think of how lucky a girl she was. She was going to be surrounded smart, handsome young men in the middle of a jungle. Mary’s journal was full of the thoughts of a young girl for the next few entries then Maria noticed a change in the writing. All though the teams were excited about their finds the local natives were very nervous indeed. There was talk of a buried evil, even talk of a cursed temple in the jungle. Mary had paid attention to the mutterings and whispers of the workers. One morning they were a lot more nervous. Sven Iverson had found the beginnings of a ruined temple.
Mary got the chance to look over Victor and her fathers notes. There were things about this temple that were kind of wrong from the very beginning. There were many buildings in this temple complex but this one seemed to have been a ruin a lot longer then the others. It appeared to have been abandoned perhaps a century before the others. This peaked Sven Iverson’s interest. He even moved his camp to the steps of the temple, spending many nights with a lantern looking at the carvings and symbols on the walls.
On the third night Mary’s journal tells about being awakened in the middle of the night by giggling laughter that seemed to sweep through the camp like a warm wind. The next morning great many of the workers were nervous. Some had even pulled up stakes and disappeared into the night. The camp was alive with rumors and whispers. Mary was all to ready to begin her adventure. Her father had left a young local boy named Ramone to sort of watch over her. He was about her age and was one of the water bearers on the site. He had slipped and fallen on the steps of the temple before Mary had arrived and was now hobbling around the camp on a crutch.
They had been told to stay in the cleared area of the camp but Mary was far too eager to explore, over Ramone`s protests they began to look over the rubble on the far side of the temple. The debris were scattered over a flat area with a small depression at one end. As they looked over the fallen stones something caught Mary’s eye. Sticking out of the rubble pile like a sliver was a single overgrown carved pillar. She knew about these, her father had called them steles or something. She knew that they had important stuff on them. Her dad was going to be so proud of her. She had just pulled away some of the plant life covering it when Ramone caught up with her. As Mary was about to remove more of the vines and brambles Ramone caught her by the arm and told her she must not do this.
“Do not be silly Ramone” she said its just stone. As she peeled back a layer of moss a face and body on the pillar began to emerge. It was a woman in fine dress holding her arms to the heavens. Surrounding her were floating feathers and winding vines. As Mary cleaned the muck off the face of the pillar something began to shine. The eyes of the face were set with green stones and glowed a little in the sunlight.
Ramone`s reaction was instant he reached out and took hold of Mary’s arm pleading with her to move away from this evil thing. Why are you so worried she asked its just stone it couldn’t hurt you silly? Ramone made one more attempt at pulling Mary away from it before hobbling off back to camp faster than Mary had ever seen him move on that crutch. He was bellowing something at the top of his lungs in Spanish. A word or was it a name. KO KOO KAN.
Maria was soon exhausted and lay giggling at her tormenter feet. The ink highlighting the new icons had almost driven her insane. It was all she could do to keep from passing out. It almost did not register to her that Phillip was untying her ankles and wrists. Phillip picked her up like a rag doll and placed her on the bed. For the first time in her life Maria was wishing he would stop tickling her. Since she had been a young girl she had always wanted to be tickled and in puberty the idea of tickle torture had always made her wet and her knees weak. As Phillip knelt on the bed and began to slowly strip her halter then he undid and slid her shorts off, kissing and nibbling her bare skin as he exposed it. The only thing going through her mind over and over again was the old phrase. Be careful what you wish for.
He was gentle with her as he wrapped a cloth around each of her slender wrists then tied off each wrist to the ends of the headboard. He knelt over her waist and slowly lowered himself down on her pinning her hips. Then he leaned in and began to nibble her neck and ears softly, this was always his way of beginning foreplay. This time however he reached up and began to lightly spider tickle down her bare arms from her wrists.
Maria had almost had to beg Phillip to tickle during foreplay before now he was doing it without her encouragement. It seemed his fingertips took forever to work their way down to a terribly ticklish spot inside each of her elbows. As his fingertips caressed her first ticklish spot Maria heard him whisper a word in her ear. As he spoke the words the icons on the insides of her thighs first tingled then lightly tickled as if being spider tickled as well. It was like Phillip had grown two new hands to tickle her with.
Phillips tickling fingertips crept lower and lower down Maria's bare arms slowly working them down until they teased the outer edges of her bare exposed underarms. As they crept closer to the tender skin under her arms he whispered more and more of the words in her ears. With the saying of each word brought more and more light tickling sensations on her bare skin until it felt as if 100 feather tips caressed her skin. As Phillip's fingers slowly spiraled into the center of each underarm until Maria was screaming with laughter and pressing her hips up hard against her tormentor.
Maria wanted him, needed him desperately she gathered her strength and lifted her head kissing his neck. Pressing herself against him begging him to stop tickling her and make love to her. She could hear Phillip first chuckle then laugh out loud. Did my tickle slave ever think she would beg not to be tickled. Maria looked up into his eyes for the fist time since she had started begging. The eyes were once again glowing green and for just a moment his face changed from her lover to the face of a tattooed Mayan priest.
Mary pulled away more of the matted moss and peeled back some of the delicate vines that were wrapped around the stele. The green eyes drew her to clear away the face. More and more of it became exposed to the light for the first time in perhaps a1000's years. She had expected the surface to be rough and worn by all the years of being overgrown. Mary was surprised by the sheen on each bit of surface that she exposed. It glistened like wet skin in the sunlight.
As she pulled away more of the moss and dead vines she began to see written script carved into the statue and its base. She had been told the Maya had been literate and had produced the first written language in the Americas. Finding these things were big news, her father and more importantly victor would be so impressed with her discovery.
As her fingertips touched she symbols however strange things began to happen. It began as a soft tingling sensation under her clothing. It almost itched that was until it began to tickle. The sensations were not unpleasant in fact they were becoming very pleasurable. This was indeed something that needed to be explored.
If she wanted to keep her discovery to herself just a while longer she would have to stop Ramone from alerting the camp to her find. Her father had warned her about looters and other bad men in the jungle. So Mary raced after the limping Ramone. It was not hard to catch him wobbling on his crutches as he was.
Mary had never been a strong girl however it seemed that she had grown strong here she took Ramone by the arm and almost carried him back to the statue. It was not until she had him back there that she realized how effortless it had been for her to overpower a boy and bring him to his knees before her and the statue. She gathered up some of the vines she had pulled from the rocks, she took the boy by the ear and led him crawling to a tree growing out of the ruins.
Mary had no experience with vines and knots but found that in just a few moments she had tied Ramone's hands behind the tree and ties off his good ankle to a large block of carved stone in the rubble pile. Her Spanish was not the best but she understood enough of the curses coming from his mouth to be offended.
Mary picked up a clod of moss and stuffed it into his mouth silencing him. The look in his eyes told the whole story his expression changed from anger to fear in mere moments. Mary stood over his squirming body on the grass feeling very powerful and liked it. What a sight she must have been to poor Ramone standing over his tied body in her tight britches boots and white blouse. She watched his eye's roam over her body as the itching, tingling and tickling sensations began to creep back into her body.
A very warm and wonderful sensation began to creep through Mary's body as she sat down on the carved stone and looked deep into Ramone's now fear filled eyes. Her mother had always schooled her in Spanish from the time she could speak. Now she began to warn Ramone that if her told anyone about the statue or her tying him up it would go very bad for him indeed. On the other hand she said as she smiled wickedly it could be very good for you if you can keep your mouth shut. Let me show you she said as she reached down and slipped off his sandal. Answer me a question Ramone are you ticklish? Mary felt a wicked spark run through her body as her one hand grasped his ankle and the fingers of the other hand danced across his bare arch.
Ramone immediately began to pull on his bonds trying desperately to pull his bare foot away from this girl. But try as he might he could not break free of shake her tickling fingertips from his foot. As he tired Mary began to tickle much more softly until his squeals subsided. It did not take Mary long to work him into a sweat either as a matter of fact he seemed to be almost enjoying himself. Mary found herself enjoying things too each time she stroked the ticklish skin of his foot or pried back his clenched toes to tickle under them the sensations that were caressing her body increased. This was going to be fun Mary thought to herself.
She also became bolder with her captive, she stood up and moved over his legs. She sat down on them just above his knees and reached up to undo the rough buttons of his shirt. Ramone used up what little energy he had left trying to lift his hips to buck her off but soon he gave all attempts at dislodging himself from this demon. During his brief struggles Mary had managed to get most of the buttons of his shirt undone, slowly she un tucked it from his pants and pulled it open exposing his chest and tummy to her. With great delight she flexed her fingers in front of him and then slowly lowered them onto his tummy and began to tickle. Her fingertips danced around his belly button and along his sides as he moaned squealed and giggled under her. His tone changed completely however as her fingertips began to play with the small tufts of fine chest hairs around each of his nipples. Running a fingernail around the edges of each nipple brought renewed attempts at bucking her off. This was indeed becoming fun Mary thought to herself.
Mary watched with interest as his nipples grew hard and she found that running her finger of the tips made Ramone groan very loudly through his gag of moss. Another curious thing was the tenting of his cotton pants. They were made of simple cloth with a drawstring at his waist to hold them up. Mary guess what was going on she was not some stupid society girl. She had always paid attention when she had heard the maids or the help whispering. She knew about the differences between boys and girls. She knew what was happening to Ramone, she had just never actually seen it happen up close before.
Several times when she had hugged victor or cuddled with him she had felt something stir but had never persuade it. This time was different the tingling and tickling sensations in her body were becoming unbearable. As her fingertips tickled along his waistline Ramone's eyes widened and he began to sweat quite a bit. As her fingertips began to play with the drawstring he began to panic. Mary on the other hand was reveling in her newfound power over her helpless captive.
Mary took her time pulling lightly on the string until it came undone and the whole waistband loosened. Almost instantly something Mary had never seen popped into the open. She knew what it was she just never actually seen one before. The tip of his penis and about two inches of its shaft now lay before her tucked tightly to his waist. Mary's hands shook as her fingers slowly lowered until they touched the hot soft skin. The moment she touched it the sensations in her body jumped into high gear. As she began to tickle it her body felt as if it was pleasantly on fire.
As Mary's fingertips tickled up the exposed skin of the shaft Ramone began to moan wildly behind his gag. Mary did not know if it was pleasure or panic. The effect on Mary was becoming almost more then she could stand as well. The soft silk camisole she was wearing under her shirt felt like sandpaper on her stiff nipples and she was becoming very aroused by torturing her captive. Each tickling stoke she inflicted on Ramone's body was echoed on hers. As she began to tickle and tease his penis however the sensations in her became almost overwhelming.
Slowly reality began to work its way back into Mary's mind. She needed Ramone to remain silent so it was time to make threats not love. She lifted herself and walked over to her pack letting her heart rate slow down. She rummaged through her pack to find exactly what she was looking for. She slowly walked back to Ramone un-wrapping the new feather fan from her handkerchief. The old woman had been right she would need this fan.
When she opened the feather fan Ramone's eyes opened so wide they almost seemed too large for his face. His struggles had only managed to lower his pants even more, now he was completely exposed to his tormentor. Mary once again settled herself back onto his wiggling thighs. Mary made a great show of fanning herself with the fan until she slowly began lower it until the long feathers began to tickle his nipples and chest. Mary took her time tickling down his chest and onto his fast breathing tummy.
Mary reached up and slapped Ramone's face to get his attention. Now listen to me Ramone, you will mot tell anyone about the statue this ruin or what I am doing to you now. If you do this you will be rewarded as Mary let the feather tips rake slowly along the tip of his penis. She then used the feathers to tickle the shaft all the way to the tip over and over again.
As Ramone began to really enjoy what was happening to him Mary stopped and returned to fanning herself and leaving Ramone to squirm under her. This feeling of power over her captive was exhilarating to Mary. Mary reached up and grabbed a hand full of Ramone's hair and leaned forward to stare into his wide eyes. If you tell I will say you attacked me and my friend Victor will take you into the jungle and use his gun on you do you understand. Defeated Ramone nodded that he understood.
Mary leaned back laughing and reveling in her victory, she stretched her arms over her head and then lowered her hands again caressing her own hard nipples on the way down. I want to hear you agree Ramone Mary said I need you to swear to me you will do as I saw. Mary pulled the clod of moss from his mouth as the feathers once again began to softly tickle along his exposed hips then with madding slowness she began to use the feathers to tickle the exposed shaft and tip of his penis.
Think of this as your reward Ramone Mary said with an evil giggle. Mary used the feathers of the fan to brush slowly over his tummy and hips then slowly from the base of his penis to the tip giving it an extra little flick with the feather tips. As she did this she began to undo the buttons of her blouse until it hung open allowing Ramone to gaze at her pert little tits and hard nipples under the nearly transparent silk camisole she wore. Mary leaned back just a little to give Ramone a real good look then her other hand began to tease and tickle his nipples as the feathers flicked and tickled Ramone's growing erection.
It was as if time itself slowed down around them, no matter how loudly Ramone shrieked and screamed with laughter no one came to save him. Just before he came however Ramone began to scream for real as he looked up into two sets of glowing green eyes. The set in his blonde tormenters face and the pair in the statue that he swore later turned on its base slowly to watch what was unfolding at her feet.
The laughing skull
Part 5
The heat was more then anything Mary had been prepared for. She kept remembering the words of Mark Twain, the coldest winter he had ever experienced was the summer he spent in San Francisco. Mary now began to understand what he was talking about. The damp heat of the jungle wrapped around her like a hot blanket. There was nothing she could do to relieve herself from its grip.
She fidgeted in the stifling heat of the shipping office. She fanned herself continuously. The fan was her first purchase here in Mexico. An old woman had been hawking them on the dock upon her arrival. She seemed to be all too curious about this new arrival. She insisted on Mary picking a fan, when she looked them over one jumped out at her. Its body was a light tanned wood almost the same color as her blonde hair. It however had feathers on the outer edge that alternated from fluffy soft white ones to banded stiffer feathers. It caressed her skin almost magically and seemed to banish at least some of the heat from around her.
When Mary reached into her coin purse to pay for it the old woman refused to hear it and became more and insistent that the young woman would need it and refused to accept any payment. Then she slipped away into the crowd and almost seemed to vanish. Mary did however instantly love the fan. Several symbols were carved into the smooth wooden surface, they were unknown to her yet somehow familiar. The feathers were wonderful they felt so wonderful on the exposed skin of her neck as she fanned herself. Mary drifted off into a wonderful daydream as the crates and equipment were off loaded from the ship and loaded aboard the two new ford trucks they had brought with them from the US.
Once away from the harbor however the road or what passed as a road grew worse until it resembled a goat trail. They had been joined by a small group of soldiers and a representative from the government in Mexico City.
The soldiers were a rough lot but the government man tried to appear as a polished gentleman however how he looked at Mary and the few other women in the party made Mary and everyone else nervous. The more she was exposed to him the greasier and slimier he seemed to become. Around mid day a lone rider approached along the road ahead of them. The soldiers became nervous, as did a few of the others in their little caravan. As he drew nearer Mary stood up in the back of the truck and looked into a heavily sun tanned familiar face.
Victor, Victor Mary yelled at the top of her lungs waving her hands and taking off her wide brimmed hat and waving with it as well until the rider waved back and spurred his horse on to close the distance between him and the oncoming trucks. Mary leaned forward and told the driver of the truck that it was her fathers friend and fellow archeologist Victor Gibson.
Unlike many of her fathers rough and tumble friends Victor was a real gentleman a graduate of Oxford University spoke several languages and even grubby from the trail was devilishly handsome. It had been Victor who had first gotten her father interested in the expedition. In his studies at Oxford Victor had come across a very interesting document. It originally had been part of the Vatican Archives but somehow had would up gathering dust in a forgotten corner of a manor house library. Before the Great War it was gifted to Oxford University. It was an item that had an air of mystery about it. It was one of the few Mayan Codexe's that had survived the fires, the conquistadors and the Catholic Church.
A careful study of this document yielded the location of the great, lost city her father was now excavating. Victor had volunteered immediately when Mary's father had asked him to go to the coast and escort both parts of precious cargo. Victor was one of the younger men of the expedition. He was handsome and brilliant in his understanding of the ancient past. He had been something of a child prodigy growing up surrounded by older men and their wives at school. All of his classmates had been 5 to 10 yrs older then himself. Mary had become infatuated with him from the start. Surprisingly her father had not discouraged her in fact his lack of discouragement almost egged her on.
Everyone her mother had tried to get Mary interested in other young men in the rich community of San Francisco but Mary had already set her sights on the man she wanted. Her mother had brushed it off as mere puppy love. At 24 Victor was well within Mary's age group and it was not uncommon for younger women to be involved and even married to a somewhat older man. Her father had the good sense no to inform his stiff wife that Victor would be in Mexico. Mary could not have been happier to see him.
Phillip had done a good job of tying off Maria's wrists and ankles he gripped the connecting knots and lifted slightly exposing Maria's bare back and sides. He slowly ran the tip of the soft feather from her shoulder to her waist making her squeal and wiggle before him. He selected a short thin cord from the bed and began tying both of her big toes together. Phillip knew the soft tines of the feather would be of little tickling value on the soles of Maria's bare feet, but the pen tip in the end of the feather was going to be torture for her.
He ran the soft sides of the feather up and down the backs of Maria's bare legs and wiggled the tip up and down the inside of her bare thighs until she became a giggling mass at his feet. As Phillip gave her a short breather he looked down at the book beside him on the bed. The more he worked with these symbols the more some of them seemed to jump out at him. It seemed almost as if they had a mind of their own and were showing him the way. Two small symbols seemed to jump out at him as he touched them Maria's toes curled up hard and a long slow giggle erupted from her lips. When he touched them a second time Maria let out shrieking giggles and wiggled her bare feet wildly.
The more Philip played with the symbols the wilder Maria's reactions became. After just a few minutes he had to trap her wiggling legs between his thighs as he kept touching the icons and tickling his trapped playmate without even touching her bare feet. Phillip smiled with delight as he caressed the icons on the page making Maria giggle wiggle and scream with laughter. Phillip began to caress the icons with one-hand and Maria's soft bare soles with the other until Maria slipped into hysterical laughter.
As Phillip let his playmate have a quick breather he began to notice that the small red marks had began to appear where her heel ended and her soft ticklish arches began. Phillip found that just by breathing on them would send Maria into a fit of giggles.
Maria tried to breathe she wiggled to get comfortable on the small rug Phillip had placed her on. As she wiggled Phillip eased up on his grip of her legs and bare feet just a little. Her wiggling brought Phillip back out of his concentration on the book and the delightful icons. He looked down at Maria with a gaze of almost sadistic pleasure. Her tight shorts had ridden up as high as they could possibly go some of her tight behind lay exposed as did the sides of her breasts as they had wiggled partly free of the halter top. The knots had slipped a little exposing even more ticklish bare skin.
Phillip reached down and selected a few of the feathers that were scattered on the bed. He selected one with a firm pointed tip. He slipped it along the inside of Maria's thigh and tickled from the back of her knees to the crack of her ass. He slipped it deep inside the space between the cheeks of her behind where he knew Maria was madly ticklish. He slowly turned the feather, tickling and teasing her newly exposed bare skin until Maria began to moan with pleasure. Then he picked up a softer feather and began to slowly tickle up her back and along her sides. He concentrated on the edges of her breasts where he knew Maria was delightfully ticklish.
As the soft feather caressed the edges of her breast Maria began to wiggle and squirm even more. As she did her legs parted a little more and the pointed feather dipped deeper into more ticklish skin between her legs sending shivers up and down her body and her skin erupted in Goosebumps as she was tickled nearer and nearer to a orgasm. Phillip played with her just enough to bring her to the edge of pleasure then he picked up the pen and book once again this time he carefully inked in the new icons on her bare feet as Maria went ballistic with laughter once again.
Victor rode up and pulled himself out of the saddle and onto the side of the truck. In minutes he was hugging Mary in a bear hug. I am glad to see you Mary your father will be overjoyed. I just figured a pretty girl like you might need some protection as he opened his duster showing off a pair of matching pistols in a gun belt. It was less for Mary then it was to put the soldiers and to discourage the leering government man.
Suddenly the heat and dust seemed to fall away. The road if you wanted to call it that seemed less bumpy the runts less back jarring as long as she had Victor's arms around her. The time seemed to slip away as she relaxed and even drifted off to sleep in his arms. It would have been a very romantic setting until Victor began to drift off to sleep, the only problem is he snored so loudly he woke Mary.
Mary was almost disappointed when she arrived at the site, these were not the golden temples that she had been told about it was more a pile of ruins and scattered stones in the jungle. Many people were on the site teams from other universities and even teams from other countries were there. Mary journals were alive with her thoughts about the handsome young men she was being introduced to on the site. She was one of very few women in the jungle and the object of more attention than she had ever had in her young life before.
Mary could not help but think of how lucky a girl she was. She was going to be surrounded smart, handsome young men in the middle of a jungle. Mary’s journal was full of the thoughts of a young girl for the next few entries then Maria noticed a change in the writing. All though the teams were excited about their finds the local natives were very nervous indeed. There was talk of a buried evil, even talk of a cursed temple in the jungle. Mary had paid attention to the mutterings and whispers of the workers. One morning they were a lot more nervous. Sven Iverson had found the beginnings of a ruined temple.
Mary got the chance to look over Victor and her fathers notes. There were things about this temple that were kind of wrong from the very beginning. There were many buildings in this temple complex but this one seemed to have been a ruin a lot longer then the others. It appeared to have been abandoned perhaps a century before the others. This peaked Sven Iverson’s interest. He even moved his camp to the steps of the temple, spending many nights with a lantern looking at the carvings and symbols on the walls.
On the third night Mary’s journal tells about being awakened in the middle of the night by giggling laughter that seemed to sweep through the camp like a warm wind. The next morning great many of the workers were nervous. Some had even pulled up stakes and disappeared into the night. The camp was alive with rumors and whispers. Mary was all to ready to begin her adventure. Her father had left a young local boy named Ramone to sort of watch over her. He was about her age and was one of the water bearers on the site. He had slipped and fallen on the steps of the temple before Mary had arrived and was now hobbling around the camp on a crutch.
They had been told to stay in the cleared area of the camp but Mary was far too eager to explore, over Ramone`s protests they began to look over the rubble on the far side of the temple. The debris were scattered over a flat area with a small depression at one end. As they looked over the fallen stones something caught Mary’s eye. Sticking out of the rubble pile like a sliver was a single overgrown carved pillar. She knew about these, her father had called them steles or something. She knew that they had important stuff on them. Her dad was going to be so proud of her. She had just pulled away some of the plant life covering it when Ramone caught up with her. As Mary was about to remove more of the vines and brambles Ramone caught her by the arm and told her she must not do this.
“Do not be silly Ramone” she said its just stone. As she peeled back a layer of moss a face and body on the pillar began to emerge. It was a woman in fine dress holding her arms to the heavens. Surrounding her were floating feathers and winding vines. As Mary cleaned the muck off the face of the pillar something began to shine. The eyes of the face were set with green stones and glowed a little in the sunlight.
Ramone`s reaction was instant he reached out and took hold of Mary’s arm pleading with her to move away from this evil thing. Why are you so worried she asked its just stone it couldn’t hurt you silly? Ramone made one more attempt at pulling Mary away from it before hobbling off back to camp faster than Mary had ever seen him move on that crutch. He was bellowing something at the top of his lungs in Spanish. A word or was it a name. KO KOO KAN.
Maria was soon exhausted and lay giggling at her tormenter feet. The ink highlighting the new icons had almost driven her insane. It was all she could do to keep from passing out. It almost did not register to her that Phillip was untying her ankles and wrists. Phillip picked her up like a rag doll and placed her on the bed. For the first time in her life Maria was wishing he would stop tickling her. Since she had been a young girl she had always wanted to be tickled and in puberty the idea of tickle torture had always made her wet and her knees weak. As Phillip knelt on the bed and began to slowly strip her halter then he undid and slid her shorts off, kissing and nibbling her bare skin as he exposed it. The only thing going through her mind over and over again was the old phrase. Be careful what you wish for.
He was gentle with her as he wrapped a cloth around each of her slender wrists then tied off each wrist to the ends of the headboard. He knelt over her waist and slowly lowered himself down on her pinning her hips. Then he leaned in and began to nibble her neck and ears softly, this was always his way of beginning foreplay. This time however he reached up and began to lightly spider tickle down her bare arms from her wrists.
Maria had almost had to beg Phillip to tickle during foreplay before now he was doing it without her encouragement. It seemed his fingertips took forever to work their way down to a terribly ticklish spot inside each of her elbows. As his fingertips caressed her first ticklish spot Maria heard him whisper a word in her ear. As he spoke the words the icons on the insides of her thighs first tingled then lightly tickled as if being spider tickled as well. It was like Phillip had grown two new hands to tickle her with.
Phillips tickling fingertips crept lower and lower down Maria's bare arms slowly working them down until they teased the outer edges of her bare exposed underarms. As they crept closer to the tender skin under her arms he whispered more and more of the words in her ears. With the saying of each word brought more and more light tickling sensations on her bare skin until it felt as if 100 feather tips caressed her skin. As Phillip's fingers slowly spiraled into the center of each underarm until Maria was screaming with laughter and pressing her hips up hard against her tormentor.
Maria wanted him, needed him desperately she gathered her strength and lifted her head kissing his neck. Pressing herself against him begging him to stop tickling her and make love to her. She could hear Phillip first chuckle then laugh out loud. Did my tickle slave ever think she would beg not to be tickled. Maria looked up into his eyes for the fist time since she had started begging. The eyes were once again glowing green and for just a moment his face changed from her lover to the face of a tattooed Mayan priest.
Mary pulled away more of the matted moss and peeled back some of the delicate vines that were wrapped around the stele. The green eyes drew her to clear away the face. More and more of it became exposed to the light for the first time in perhaps a1000's years. She had expected the surface to be rough and worn by all the years of being overgrown. Mary was surprised by the sheen on each bit of surface that she exposed. It glistened like wet skin in the sunlight.
As she pulled away more of the moss and dead vines she began to see written script carved into the statue and its base. She had been told the Maya had been literate and had produced the first written language in the Americas. Finding these things were big news, her father and more importantly victor would be so impressed with her discovery.
As her fingertips touched she symbols however strange things began to happen. It began as a soft tingling sensation under her clothing. It almost itched that was until it began to tickle. The sensations were not unpleasant in fact they were becoming very pleasurable. This was indeed something that needed to be explored.
If she wanted to keep her discovery to herself just a while longer she would have to stop Ramone from alerting the camp to her find. Her father had warned her about looters and other bad men in the jungle. So Mary raced after the limping Ramone. It was not hard to catch him wobbling on his crutches as he was.
Mary had never been a strong girl however it seemed that she had grown strong here she took Ramone by the arm and almost carried him back to the statue. It was not until she had him back there that she realized how effortless it had been for her to overpower a boy and bring him to his knees before her and the statue. She gathered up some of the vines she had pulled from the rocks, she took the boy by the ear and led him crawling to a tree growing out of the ruins.
Mary had no experience with vines and knots but found that in just a few moments she had tied Ramone's hands behind the tree and ties off his good ankle to a large block of carved stone in the rubble pile. Her Spanish was not the best but she understood enough of the curses coming from his mouth to be offended.
Mary picked up a clod of moss and stuffed it into his mouth silencing him. The look in his eyes told the whole story his expression changed from anger to fear in mere moments. Mary stood over his squirming body on the grass feeling very powerful and liked it. What a sight she must have been to poor Ramone standing over his tied body in her tight britches boots and white blouse. She watched his eye's roam over her body as the itching, tingling and tickling sensations began to creep back into her body.
A very warm and wonderful sensation began to creep through Mary's body as she sat down on the carved stone and looked deep into Ramone's now fear filled eyes. Her mother had always schooled her in Spanish from the time she could speak. Now she began to warn Ramone that if her told anyone about the statue or her tying him up it would go very bad for him indeed. On the other hand she said as she smiled wickedly it could be very good for you if you can keep your mouth shut. Let me show you she said as she reached down and slipped off his sandal. Answer me a question Ramone are you ticklish? Mary felt a wicked spark run through her body as her one hand grasped his ankle and the fingers of the other hand danced across his bare arch.
Ramone immediately began to pull on his bonds trying desperately to pull his bare foot away from this girl. But try as he might he could not break free of shake her tickling fingertips from his foot. As he tired Mary began to tickle much more softly until his squeals subsided. It did not take Mary long to work him into a sweat either as a matter of fact he seemed to be almost enjoying himself. Mary found herself enjoying things too each time she stroked the ticklish skin of his foot or pried back his clenched toes to tickle under them the sensations that were caressing her body increased. This was going to be fun Mary thought to herself.
She also became bolder with her captive, she stood up and moved over his legs. She sat down on them just above his knees and reached up to undo the rough buttons of his shirt. Ramone used up what little energy he had left trying to lift his hips to buck her off but soon he gave all attempts at dislodging himself from this demon. During his brief struggles Mary had managed to get most of the buttons of his shirt undone, slowly she un tucked it from his pants and pulled it open exposing his chest and tummy to her. With great delight she flexed her fingers in front of him and then slowly lowered them onto his tummy and began to tickle. Her fingertips danced around his belly button and along his sides as he moaned squealed and giggled under her. His tone changed completely however as her fingertips began to play with the small tufts of fine chest hairs around each of his nipples. Running a fingernail around the edges of each nipple brought renewed attempts at bucking her off. This was indeed becoming fun Mary thought to herself.
Mary watched with interest as his nipples grew hard and she found that running her finger of the tips made Ramone groan very loudly through his gag of moss. Another curious thing was the tenting of his cotton pants. They were made of simple cloth with a drawstring at his waist to hold them up. Mary guess what was going on she was not some stupid society girl. She had always paid attention when she had heard the maids or the help whispering. She knew about the differences between boys and girls. She knew what was happening to Ramone, she had just never actually seen it happen up close before.
Several times when she had hugged victor or cuddled with him she had felt something stir but had never persuade it. This time was different the tingling and tickling sensations in her body were becoming unbearable. As her fingertips tickled along his waistline Ramone's eyes widened and he began to sweat quite a bit. As her fingertips began to play with the drawstring he began to panic. Mary on the other hand was reveling in her newfound power over her helpless captive.
Mary took her time pulling lightly on the string until it came undone and the whole waistband loosened. Almost instantly something Mary had never seen popped into the open. She knew what it was she just never actually seen one before. The tip of his penis and about two inches of its shaft now lay before her tucked tightly to his waist. Mary's hands shook as her fingers slowly lowered until they touched the hot soft skin. The moment she touched it the sensations in her body jumped into high gear. As she began to tickle it her body felt as if it was pleasantly on fire.
As Mary's fingertips tickled up the exposed skin of the shaft Ramone began to moan wildly behind his gag. Mary did not know if it was pleasure or panic. The effect on Mary was becoming almost more then she could stand as well. The soft silk camisole she was wearing under her shirt felt like sandpaper on her stiff nipples and she was becoming very aroused by torturing her captive. Each tickling stoke she inflicted on Ramone's body was echoed on hers. As she began to tickle and tease his penis however the sensations in her became almost overwhelming.
Slowly reality began to work its way back into Mary's mind. She needed Ramone to remain silent so it was time to make threats not love. She lifted herself and walked over to her pack letting her heart rate slow down. She rummaged through her pack to find exactly what she was looking for. She slowly walked back to Ramone un-wrapping the new feather fan from her handkerchief. The old woman had been right she would need this fan.
When she opened the feather fan Ramone's eyes opened so wide they almost seemed too large for his face. His struggles had only managed to lower his pants even more, now he was completely exposed to his tormentor. Mary once again settled herself back onto his wiggling thighs. Mary made a great show of fanning herself with the fan until she slowly began lower it until the long feathers began to tickle his nipples and chest. Mary took her time tickling down his chest and onto his fast breathing tummy.
Mary reached up and slapped Ramone's face to get his attention. Now listen to me Ramone, you will mot tell anyone about the statue this ruin or what I am doing to you now. If you do this you will be rewarded as Mary let the feather tips rake slowly along the tip of his penis. She then used the feathers to tickle the shaft all the way to the tip over and over again.
As Ramone began to really enjoy what was happening to him Mary stopped and returned to fanning herself and leaving Ramone to squirm under her. This feeling of power over her captive was exhilarating to Mary. Mary reached up and grabbed a hand full of Ramone's hair and leaned forward to stare into his wide eyes. If you tell I will say you attacked me and my friend Victor will take you into the jungle and use his gun on you do you understand. Defeated Ramone nodded that he understood.
Mary leaned back laughing and reveling in her victory, she stretched her arms over her head and then lowered her hands again caressing her own hard nipples on the way down. I want to hear you agree Ramone Mary said I need you to swear to me you will do as I saw. Mary pulled the clod of moss from his mouth as the feathers once again began to softly tickle along his exposed hips then with madding slowness she began to use the feathers to tickle the exposed shaft and tip of his penis.
Think of this as your reward Ramone Mary said with an evil giggle. Mary used the feathers of the fan to brush slowly over his tummy and hips then slowly from the base of his penis to the tip giving it an extra little flick with the feather tips. As she did this she began to undo the buttons of her blouse until it hung open allowing Ramone to gaze at her pert little tits and hard nipples under the nearly transparent silk camisole she wore. Mary leaned back just a little to give Ramone a real good look then her other hand began to tease and tickle his nipples as the feathers flicked and tickled Ramone's growing erection.
It was as if time itself slowed down around them, no matter how loudly Ramone shrieked and screamed with laughter no one came to save him. Just before he came however Ramone began to scream for real as he looked up into two sets of glowing green eyes. The set in his blonde tormenters face and the pair in the statue that he swore later turned on its base slowly to watch what was unfolding at her feet.
The laughing skull
Part 5
The heat was more then anything Mary had been prepared for. She kept remembering the words of Mark Twain, the coldest winter he had ever experienced was the summer he spent in San Francisco. Mary now began to understand what he was talking about. The damp heat of the jungle wrapped around her like a hot blanket. There was nothing she could do to relieve herself from its grip.
She fidgeted in the stifling heat of the shipping office. She fanned herself continuously. The fan was her first purchase here in Mexico. An old woman had been hawking them on the dock upon her arrival. She seemed to be all too curious about this new arrival. She insisted on Mary picking a fan, when she looked them over one jumped out at her. Its body was a light tanned wood almost the same color as her blonde hair. It however had feathers on the outer edge that alternated from fluffy soft white ones to banded stiffer feathers. It caressed her skin almost magically and seemed to banish at least some of the heat from around her.
When Mary reached into her coin purse to pay for it the old woman refused to hear it and became more and insistent that the young woman would need it and refused to accept any payment. Then she slipped away into the crowd and almost seemed to vanish. Mary did however instantly love the fan. Several symbols were carved into the smooth wooden surface, they were unknown to her yet somehow familiar. The feathers were wonderful they felt so wonderful on the exposed skin of her neck as she fanned herself. Mary drifted off into a wonderful daydream as the crates and equipment were off loaded from the ship and loaded aboard the two new ford trucks they had brought with them from the US.
Once away from the harbor however the road or what passed as a road grew worse until it resembled a goat trail. They had been joined by a small group of soldiers and a representative from the government in Mexico City.
The soldiers were a rough lot but the government man tried to appear as a polished gentleman however how he looked at Mary and the few other women in the party made Mary and everyone else nervous. The more she was exposed to him the greasier and slimier he seemed to become. Around mid day a lone rider approached along the road ahead of them. The soldiers became nervous, as did a few of the others in their little caravan. As he drew nearer Mary stood up in the back of the truck and looked into a heavily sun tanned familiar face.
Victor, Victor Mary yelled at the top of her lungs waving her hands and taking off her wide brimmed hat and waving with it as well until the rider waved back and spurred his horse on to close the distance between him and the oncoming trucks. Mary leaned forward and told the driver of the truck that it was her fathers friend and fellow archeologist Victor Gibson.
Unlike many of her fathers rough and tumble friends Victor was a real gentleman a graduate of Oxford University spoke several languages and even grubby from the trail was devilishly handsome. It had been Victor who had first gotten her father interested in the expedition. In his studies at Oxford Victor had come across a very interesting document. It originally had been part of the Vatican Archives but somehow had would up gathering dust in a forgotten corner of a manor house library. Before the Great War it was gifted to Oxford University. It was an item that had an air of mystery about it. It was one of the few Mayan Codexe's that had survived the fires, the conquistadors and the Catholic Church.
A careful study of this document yielded the location of the great, lost city her father was now excavating. Victor had volunteered immediately when Mary's father had asked him to go to the coast and escort both parts of precious cargo. Victor was one of the younger men of the expedition. He was handsome and brilliant in his understanding of the ancient past. He had been something of a child prodigy growing up surrounded by older men and their wives at school. All of his classmates had been 5 to 10 yrs older then himself. Mary had become infatuated with him from the start. Surprisingly her father had not discouraged her in fact his lack of discouragement almost egged her on.
Everyone her mother had tried to get Mary interested in other young men in the rich community of San Francisco but Mary had already set her sights on the man she wanted. Her mother had brushed it off as mere puppy love. At 24 Victor was well within Mary's age group and it was not uncommon for younger women to be involved and even married to a somewhat older man. Her father had the good sense no to inform his stiff wife that Victor would be in Mexico. Mary could not have been happier to see him.
Phillip had done a good job of tying off Maria's wrists and ankles he gripped the connecting knots and lifted slightly exposing Maria's bare back and sides. He slowly ran the tip of the soft feather from her shoulder to her waist making her squeal and wiggle before him. He selected a short thin cord from the bed and began tying both of her big toes together. Phillip knew the soft tines of the feather would be of little tickling value on the soles of Maria's bare feet, but the pen tip in the end of the feather was going to be torture for her.
He ran the soft sides of the feather up and down the backs of Maria's bare legs and wiggled the tip up and down the inside of her bare thighs until she became a giggling mass at his feet. As Phillip gave her a short breather he looked down at the book beside him on the bed. The more he worked with these symbols the more some of them seemed to jump out at him. It seemed almost as if they had a mind of their own and were showing him the way. Two small symbols seemed to jump out at him as he touched them Maria's toes curled up hard and a long slow giggle erupted from her lips. When he touched them a second time Maria let out shrieking giggles and wiggled her bare feet wildly.
The more Philip played with the symbols the wilder Maria's reactions became. After just a few minutes he had to trap her wiggling legs between his thighs as he kept touching the icons and tickling his trapped playmate without even touching her bare feet. Phillip smiled with delight as he caressed the icons on the page making Maria giggle wiggle and scream with laughter. Phillip began to caress the icons with one-hand and Maria's soft bare soles with the other until Maria slipped into hysterical laughter.
As Phillip let his playmate have a quick breather he began to notice that the small red marks had began to appear where her heel ended and her soft ticklish arches began. Phillip found that just by breathing on them would send Maria into a fit of giggles.
Maria tried to breathe she wiggled to get comfortable on the small rug Phillip had placed her on. As she wiggled Phillip eased up on his grip of her legs and bare feet just a little. Her wiggling brought Phillip back out of his concentration on the book and the delightful icons. He looked down at Maria with a gaze of almost sadistic pleasure. Her tight shorts had ridden up as high as they could possibly go some of her tight behind lay exposed as did the sides of her breasts as they had wiggled partly free of the halter top. The knots had slipped a little exposing even more ticklish bare skin.
Phillip reached down and selected a few of the feathers that were scattered on the bed. He selected one with a firm pointed tip. He slipped it along the inside of Maria's thigh and tickled from the back of her knees to the crack of her ass. He slipped it deep inside the space between the cheeks of her behind where he knew Maria was madly ticklish. He slowly turned the feather, tickling and teasing her newly exposed bare skin until Maria began to moan with pleasure. Then he picked up a softer feather and began to slowly tickle up her back and along her sides. He concentrated on the edges of her breasts where he knew Maria was delightfully ticklish.
As the soft feather caressed the edges of her breast Maria began to wiggle and squirm even more. As she did her legs parted a little more and the pointed feather dipped deeper into more ticklish skin between her legs sending shivers up and down her body and her skin erupted in Goosebumps as she was tickled nearer and nearer to a orgasm. Phillip played with her just enough to bring her to the edge of pleasure then he picked up the pen and book once again this time he carefully inked in the new icons on her bare feet as Maria went ballistic with laughter once again.
Victor rode up and pulled himself out of the saddle and onto the side of the truck. In minutes he was hugging Mary in a bear hug. I am glad to see you Mary your father will be overjoyed. I just figured a pretty girl like you might need some protection as he opened his duster showing off a pair of matching pistols in a gun belt. It was less for Mary then it was to put the soldiers and to discourage the leering government man.
Suddenly the heat and dust seemed to fall away. The road if you wanted to call it that seemed less bumpy the runts less back jarring as long as she had Victor's arms around her. The time seemed to slip away as she relaxed and even drifted off to sleep in his arms. It would have been a very romantic setting until Victor began to drift off to sleep, the only problem is he snored so loudly he woke Mary.
Mary was almost disappointed when she arrived at the site, these were not the golden temples that she had been told about it was more a pile of ruins and scattered stones in the jungle. Many people were on the site teams from other universities and even teams from other countries were there. Mary journals were alive with her thoughts about the handsome young men she was being introduced to on the site. She was one of very few women in the jungle and the object of more attention than she had ever had in her young life before.
Mary could not help but think of how lucky a girl she was. She was going to be surrounded smart, handsome young men in the middle of a jungle. Mary’s journal was full of the thoughts of a young girl for the next few entries then Maria noticed a change in the writing. All though the teams were excited about their finds the local natives were very nervous indeed. There was talk of a buried evil, even talk of a cursed temple in the jungle. Mary had paid attention to the mutterings and whispers of the workers. One morning they were a lot more nervous. Sven Iverson had found the beginnings of a ruined temple.
Mary got the chance to look over Victor and her fathers notes. There were things about this temple that were kind of wrong from the very beginning. There were many buildings in this temple complex but this one seemed to have been a ruin a lot longer then the others. It appeared to have been abandoned perhaps a century before the others. This peaked Sven Iverson’s interest. He even moved his camp to the steps of the temple, spending many nights with a lantern looking at the carvings and symbols on the walls.
On the third night Mary’s journal tells about being awakened in the middle of the night by giggling laughter that seemed to sweep through the camp like a warm wind. The next morning great many of the workers were nervous. Some had even pulled up stakes and disappeared into the night. The camp was alive with rumors and whispers. Mary was all to ready to begin her adventure. Her father had left a young local boy named Ramone to sort of watch over her. He was about her age and was one of the water bearers on the site. He had slipped and fallen on the steps of the temple before Mary had arrived and was now hobbling around the camp on a crutch.
They had been told to stay in the cleared area of the camp but Mary was far too eager to explore, over Ramone`s protests they began to look over the rubble on the far side of the temple. The debris were scattered over a flat area with a small depression at one end. As they looked over the fallen stones something caught Mary’s eye. Sticking out of the rubble pile like a sliver was a single overgrown carved pillar. She knew about these, her father had called them steles or something. She knew that they had important stuff on them. Her dad was going to be so proud of her. She had just pulled away some of the plant life covering it when Ramone caught up with her. As Mary was about to remove more of the vines and brambles Ramone caught her by the arm and told her she must not do this.
“Do not be silly Ramone” she said its just stone. As she peeled back a layer of moss a face and body on the pillar began to emerge. It was a woman in fine dress holding her arms to the heavens. Surrounding her were floating feathers and winding vines. As Mary cleaned the muck off the face of the pillar something began to shine. The eyes of the face were set with green stones and glowed a little in the sunlight.
Ramone`s reaction was instant he reached out and took hold of Mary’s arm pleading with her to move away from this evil thing. Why are you so worried she asked its just stone it couldn’t hurt you silly? Ramone made one more attempt at pulling Mary away from it before hobbling off back to camp faster than Mary had ever seen him move on that crutch. He was bellowing something at the top of his lungs in Spanish. A word or was it a name. KO KOO KAN.
Maria was soon exhausted and lay giggling at her tormenter feet. The ink highlighting the new icons had almost driven her insane. It was all she could do to keep from passing out. It almost did not register to her that Phillip was untying her ankles and wrists. Phillip picked her up like a rag doll and placed her on the bed. For the first time in her life Maria was wishing he would stop tickling her. Since she had been a young girl she had always wanted to be tickled and in puberty the idea of tickle torture had always made her wet and her knees weak. As Phillip knelt on the bed and began to slowly strip her halter then he undid and slid her shorts off, kissing and nibbling her bare skin as he exposed it. The only thing going through her mind over and over again was the old phrase. Be careful what you wish for.
He was gentle with her as he wrapped a cloth around each of her slender wrists then tied off each wrist to the ends of the headboard. He knelt over her waist and slowly lowered himself down on her pinning her hips. Then he leaned in and began to nibble her neck and ears softly, this was always his way of beginning foreplay. This time however he reached up and began to lightly spider tickle down her bare arms from her wrists.
Maria had almost had to beg Phillip to tickle during foreplay before now he was doing it without her encouragement. It seemed his fingertips took forever to work their way down to a terribly ticklish spot inside each of her elbows. As his fingertips caressed her first ticklish spot Maria heard him whisper a word in her ear. As he spoke the words the icons on the insides of her thighs first tingled then lightly tickled as if being spider tickled as well. It was like Phillip had grown two new hands to tickle her with.
Phillips tickling fingertips crept lower and lower down Maria's bare arms slowly working them down until they teased the outer edges of her bare exposed underarms. As they crept closer to the tender skin under her arms he whispered more and more of the words in her ears. With the saying of each word brought more and more light tickling sensations on her bare skin until it felt as if 100 feather tips caressed her skin. As Phillip's fingers slowly spiraled into the center of each underarm until Maria was screaming with laughter and pressing her hips up hard against her tormentor.
Maria wanted him, needed him desperately she gathered her strength and lifted her head kissing his neck. Pressing herself against him begging him to stop tickling her and make love to her. She could hear Phillip first chuckle then laugh out loud. Did my tickle slave ever think she would beg not to be tickled. Maria looked up into his eyes for the fist time since she had started begging. The eyes were once again glowing green and for just a moment his face changed from her lover to the face of a tattooed Mayan priest.
Mary pulled away more of the matted moss and peeled back some of the delicate vines that were wrapped around the stele. The green eyes drew her to clear away the face. More and more of it became exposed to the light for the first time in perhaps a1000's years. She had expected the surface to be rough and worn by all the years of being overgrown. Mary was surprised by the sheen on each bit of surface that she exposed. It glistened like wet skin in the sunlight.
As she pulled away more of the moss and dead vines she began to see written script carved into the statue and its base. She had been told the Maya had been literate and had produced the first written language in the Americas. Finding these things were big news, her father and more importantly victor would be so impressed with her discovery.
As her fingertips touched she symbols however strange things began to happen. It began as a soft tingling sensation under her clothing. It almost itched that was until it began to tickle. The sensations were not unpleasant in fact they were becoming very pleasurable. This was indeed something that needed to be explored.
If she wanted to keep her discovery to herself just a while longer she would have to stop Ramone from alerting the camp to her find. Her father had warned her about looters and other bad men in the jungle. So Mary raced after the limping Ramone. It was not hard to catch him wobbling on his crutches as he was.
Mary had never been a strong girl however it seemed that she had grown strong here she took Ramone by the arm and almost carried him back to the statue. It was not until she had him back there that she realized how effortless it had been for her to overpower a boy and bring him to his knees before her and the statue. She gathered up some of the vines she had pulled from the rocks, she took the boy by the ear and led him crawling to a tree growing out of the ruins.
Mary had no experience with vines and knots but found that in just a few moments she had tied Ramone's hands behind the tree and ties off his good ankle to a large block of carved stone in the rubble pile. Her Spanish was not the best but she understood enough of the curses coming from his mouth to be offended.
Mary picked up a clod of moss and stuffed it into his mouth silencing him. The look in his eyes told the whole story his expression changed from anger to fear in mere moments. Mary stood over his squirming body on the grass feeling very powerful and liked it. What a sight she must have been to poor Ramone standing over his tied body in her tight britches boots and white blouse. She watched his eye's roam over her body as the itching, tingling and tickling sensations began to creep back into her body.
A very warm and wonderful sensation began to creep through Mary's body as she sat down on the carved stone and looked deep into Ramone's now fear filled eyes. Her mother had always schooled her in Spanish from the time she could speak. Now she began to warn Ramone that if her told anyone about the statue or her tying him up it would go very bad for him indeed. On the other hand she said as she smiled wickedly it could be very good for you if you can keep your mouth shut. Let me show you she said as she reached down and slipped off his sandal. Answer me a question Ramone are you ticklish? Mary felt a wicked spark run through her body as her one hand grasped his ankle and the fingers of the other hand danced across his bare arch.
Ramone immediately began to pull on his bonds trying desperately to pull his bare foot away from this girl. But try as he might he could not break free of shake her tickling fingertips from his foot. As he tired Mary began to tickle much more softly until his squeals subsided. It did not take Mary long to work him into a sweat either as a matter of fact he seemed to be almost enjoying himself. Mary found herself enjoying things too each time she stroked the ticklish skin of his foot or pried back his clenched toes to tickle under them the sensations that were caressing her body increased. This was going to be fun Mary thought to herself.
She also became bolder with her captive, she stood up and moved over his legs. She sat down on them just above his knees and reached up to undo the rough buttons of his shirt. Ramone used up what little energy he had left trying to lift his hips to buck her off but soon he gave all attempts at dislodging himself from this demon. During his brief struggles Mary had managed to get most of the buttons of his shirt undone, slowly she un tucked it from his pants and pulled it open exposing his chest and tummy to her. With great delight she flexed her fingers in front of him and then slowly lowered them onto his tummy and began to tickle. Her fingertips danced around his belly button and along his sides as he moaned squealed and giggled under her. His tone changed completely however as her fingertips began to play with the small tufts of fine chest hairs around each of his nipples. Running a fingernail around the edges of each nipple brought renewed attempts at bucking her off. This was indeed becoming fun Mary thought to herself.
Mary watched with interest as his nipples grew hard and she found that running her finger of the tips made Ramone groan very loudly through his gag of moss. Another curious thing was the tenting of his cotton pants. They were made of simple cloth with a drawstring at his waist to hold them up. Mary guess what was going on she was not some stupid society girl. She had always paid attention when she had heard the maids or the help whispering. She knew about the differences between boys and girls. She knew what was happening to Ramone, she had just never actually seen it happen up close before.
Several times when she had hugged victor or cuddled with him she had felt something stir but had never persuade it. This time was different the tingling and tickling sensations in her body were becoming unbearable. As her fingertips tickled along his waistline Ramone's eyes widened and he began to sweat quite a bit. As her fingertips began to play with the drawstring he began to panic. Mary on the other hand was reveling in her newfound power over her helpless captive.
Mary took her time pulling lightly on the string until it came undone and the whole waistband loosened. Almost instantly something Mary had never seen popped into the open. She knew what it was she just never actually seen one before. The tip of his penis and about two inches of its shaft now lay before her tucked tightly to his waist. Mary's hands shook as her fingers slowly lowered until they touched the hot soft skin. The moment she touched it the sensations in her body jumped into high gear. As she began to tickle it her body felt as if it was pleasantly on fire.
As Mary's fingertips tickled up the exposed skin of the shaft Ramone began to moan wildly behind his gag. Mary did not know if it was pleasure or panic. The effect on Mary was becoming almost more then she could stand as well. The soft silk camisole she was wearing under her shirt felt like sandpaper on her stiff nipples and she was becoming very aroused by torturing her captive. Each tickling stoke she inflicted on Ramone's body was echoed on hers. As she began to tickle and tease his penis however the sensations in her became almost overwhelming.
Slowly reality began to work its way back into Mary's mind. She needed Ramone to remain silent so it was time to make threats not love. She lifted herself and walked over to her pack letting her heart rate slow down. She rummaged through her pack to find exactly what she was looking for. She slowly walked back to Ramone un-wrapping the new feather fan from her handkerchief. The old woman had been right she would need this fan.
When she opened the feather fan Ramone's eyes opened so wide they almost seemed too large for his face. His struggles had only managed to lower his pants even more, now he was completely exposed to his tormentor. Mary once again settled herself back onto his wiggling thighs. Mary made a great show of fanning herself with the fan until she slowly began lower it until the long feathers began to tickle his nipples and chest. Mary took her time tickling down his chest and onto his fast breathing tummy.
Mary reached up and slapped Ramone's face to get his attention. Now listen to me Ramone, you will mot tell anyone about the statue this ruin or what I am doing to you now. If you do this you will be rewarded as Mary let the feather tips rake slowly along the tip of his penis. She then used the feathers to tickle the shaft all the way to the tip over and over again.
As Ramone began to really enjoy what was happening to him Mary stopped and returned to fanning herself and leaving Ramone to squirm under her. This feeling of power over her captive was exhilarating to Mary. Mary reached up and grabbed a hand full of Ramone's hair and leaned forward to stare into his wide eyes. If you tell I will say you attacked me and my friend Victor will take you into the jungle and use his gun on you do you understand. Defeated Ramone nodded that he understood.
Mary leaned back laughing and reveling in her victory, she stretched her arms over her head and then lowered her hands again caressing her own hard nipples on the way down. I want to hear you agree Ramone Mary said I need you to swear to me you will do as I saw. Mary pulled the clod of moss from his mouth as the feathers once again began to softly tickle along his exposed hips then with madding slowness she began to use the feathers to tickle the exposed shaft and tip of his penis.
Think of this as your reward Ramone Mary said with an evil giggle. Mary used the feathers of the fan to brush slowly over his tummy and hips then slowly from the base of his penis to the tip giving it an extra little flick with the feather tips. As she did this she began to undo the buttons of her blouse until it hung open allowing Ramone to gaze at her pert little tits and hard nipples under the nearly transparent silk camisole she wore. Mary leaned back just a little to give Ramone a real good look then her other hand began to tease and tickle his nipples as the feathers flicked and tickled Ramone's growing erection.
It was as if time itself slowed down around them, no matter how loudly Ramone shrieked and screamed with laughter no one came to save him. Just before he came however Ramone began to scream for real as he looked up into two sets of glowing green eyes. The set in his blonde tormenters face and the pair in the statue that he swore later turned on its base slowly to watch what was unfolding at her feet.
