Author's Note: Chastity James has ambition to be the next Lara Croft, better than Indiana Jones, a real intrepid explorer but gets just a little tied up getting there.


1. Uncharted Civilisation

Arriving by ship Chastity stepped for the first time in her life into South West Africa. She spent just one night in port to settle her sea legs and the following morning making her final purchases she loaded up her newly acquired but well used little red Cherokee Jeep and headed off into deepest darkest Africa and off the map.

Fully trained and top student in archaeology at Oxford University Chastity was determined to make a name for herself, and quickly. No way was she spending her life in a little bland room beneath a museum cleaning and cataloguing artefacts discovered by others. She had grown up on Indiana Jones and Lara Croft and wanted to add a third name to that list of hero's, her own.

Only twenty three but full of determination she was leaving an awful lot of college debt behind her as well as family and friends, but if she could pull this off then none of that would matter; she would be a somebody. By day she researched and studied, by night she worked out, honed her body into absolute athletic physical perfection; and studied and practiced martial arts.

To be fair to Chastity she certainly wasn't stupid; she knew this would be hard work and dangerous. That she could meet animals and tribal people and slave traffickers that could kill or take her and that would effectively be it, all over without even getting to the credits; but this was all she wanted in life and there was only one way to do it; this way, the hard way. If anyone was to blame for her ridiculous sense of adventure, it was her hero's Indiana Jones and Lara Croft.

She had discovered and developed her own theory and was committed to proving it. She had found certain artefacts that were common between south west, south east and central Africa from burial sites dating back to 4000BC. The only way this could be possible given the distances between would be for a central common area to have held an advanced civilisation; but that area is and reportedly always has been totally devoid of human inhabitation. Over one thousand square miles of unchartered wilderness. This would be her Holy Grail; her hunt for the magnificent, the amazing, the unbelievable; the unknown

Chastity stuck to her plan rigidly. Take the jeep as far as it could possibly go to the seven o'clock point of her area of interest, then spend one week on foot exploring in towards centre. Then again with the jeep from the nine o'clock point, eleven, one etc.

If she completed the clock and found nothing, then it was back home to Blighty with her tail between her legs to work in Starbucks.

We join her seven weeks into her mission and stood dirty and sweating in front of a huge block of stone; and by block of stone I mean a Buckingham Palace size block of stone! She has measured it using her scientific tools, exactly 400m square and 15m high, and not a single crack, fissure, opening, entry point anywhere that she could find. Climbing a tree on the highest point to the rear she could make out tree tops in the middle indicating a central courtyard of some kind. She has been here three days and is still stood totally in awe of what she has found.

She was right, all her research, her theorising, her hunches; this is a new uncharted civilisation. Not a pyramid or any other known build style or technique predating Christ; this, here in southern Africa; is simply unexplainable. Indiana Jones, eat your heart out!

Just one of the things she cannot understand though is its appearance; the whole area is so overgrown by nature but nothing, absolutely nothing growing within ten foot of the building. It is as though it is still being maintained. There is a river running out from three different parts of the right side of the building and joining together into one big river and turning through a waterfall cascading down a slope then turning again across the front of the building. There is like a footpath connecting the calmer water to the building and the foliage is clear between. Weird!

Because of the apparent path to the river and a huge totem pole type thing mounted in the earth just in front of the centre of this side of the building Chastity is guessing this is the front of the building and this is where she has set up her camp.

She has photographed and drawn and plotted the building and since yesterday she has been deciphering the ancient runes that are written in a spiral around the totem pole.

The pole is like no other she has ever seen. Standing fifteen foot tall it has a very wide base but tapers up before widening again at the top into a grinning face. There are tears coming from the eyes but Chastity has found a clay pipe under the river water line on higher ground and has assumed this is feeding the totem pole.

On the pole there are perfectly round shafts jutting out like foot and hand holds to enable it to be climbed as well as two sets of two hoops jutting out of it mid-way up. It appears to be made of wood but her attempts at taking a sample have failed; her tools will not even scratch it. It must be some wood effect jewel or rock.


2. Totem poled

Calling it a day Chastity wanders down to the waterfall and strips off her intrepid explorer boots and socks, khaki shorts and olive green denim shirt, and deciding it is "wash day" her white pants and sports bra too and wading naked into the water below the fall she gives herself and the clothes a good wash.

She is not bothered about her nudity, in all probability there is not another human within a thousand miles of her.

Back in her tent she makes the most of the evening light studying her rune deciphers and makes a breakthrough. If she is reading it right, then the pole has to be mounted in a particular way to pay homage to the Gods; and if they (the Gods, or "Man Gods" as her decipher indicates as the literal translation) accept the homage then the way into the building will be revealed.

"Man Gods," "Mount the Phallic" Chastity is thinking to herself as she lays naked on her blanket; and with her fanciful imagination inspired by far too many Hollywood movies and University spent hours surfing porn on the internet she is in a world of her own and frigging herself into blissful orgasm. None of this is missed by the silent red-eyed intruder kneeling at the entrance to her tent.

The following morning Chastity is up at first light and checking her findings against the runes on the pole; continuing her deciphers and measuring their accuracy against the build of the pole and just what is possible.

Finally happy, she decides to go for it.

The runes make it clear that only females can enter this way, and to pay just and true homage to the Gods they must make the gesture naked. She guesses this is all gobbledegook as nobody is here to see what she is or isn't wearing and that it will be some mechanical switch or lever she activates that will open some hidden doorway; but decides to enter into the spirit of the runes and the moment and strips off.

On closer inspection she realises that she did at least need to take her pants off, as she has to climb the pole and enter her legs through the two upper hoops before dropping down and putting her feet through the two lower, wider apart smaller hoops. There is a nine inch (yes, she measured it) phallus made out of some sort of red metal jutting out of the pole and up between the upper hoops that will obviously enter her as she drops her weight down onto the foot rests.

Chastity cannot help but smile in anticipation of what she is about to do, thinking that maybe her parents didn't quite name her right. She gives the phallus a good clean knowing where it is about to go and gripping it she suddenly pauses; it was as though it pulsed, even maybe throbbed in her hand; "No" she thinks, "I have been away too long, I am losing it!" Looking around just to make certain nobody can see this, like as if; and feeling suddenly very naughty; she climbs up and placing her lips on the tip of the phallus she kisses it and says out loud "Honey, please be gentle with me, I will give you a good time, I promise" and kisses it again; then gripping the hand-holds she starts her climb.

She is very nearly at the top of the pole before she starts to fully commit. She says a couple of made up and desperate prayers to Gods she does not believe in and entering her feet through the upper hoops she lowers herself slowly down the pole. Entering her feet through the lower hoops she has to spread her legs and as her feet pass through the lower hoops the rigid red metal phallus starts to make its way into her.

"Oh my Fucking God" she says aloud as her feet finally touch the pads and her thighs are split between the upper hoops and her full weight is on the phallus. She lets go with her hands and rests back and screams out loud in an imitation of Tarzan and shouts "I am Chastity, Queen of the pole, let me in!"

She is still laughing to herself out loud as she feels her feet suddenly drop just half an inch more and all the foot and hand hold poles disappear flush back into the totem pole as though they never existed.

"Fuck! Fucking hell no"! She shouts out as the realisation hits her, "How the fuck do I get back out?" All the time the phallic whatever stuck in her pussy is becoming more and more prominent in her realisation of her trapped position. What little movement she has available to her only aggravates it. It is a long, a very long time since she has had sex with a man; and quite a while since she had one of her toys in her and cannot help but feel incredibly horny with this steel penis impaling her. In her mind it is growing and doing things to her and she can do nothing about it but endure.

More and more recently she had regretted not bringing a toy with her for her long nights alone; to the point she had reached the conclusion that Lara must have carried a dildo on her utility belt, and that Indiana must have been a wanker.

She tried hugging the pole and working her way up and off but it was impossible, she had no grip at all. She tried to push up off the thigh-hoops but only now realised the top edges were quite sharp and serated, she would rip her hands to bits before she got out. She couldn't stop herself, regardless of her hopeless position or maybe because of it, she was coming. She hugged the smooth pole and gripped, and found that there were hollows in the pole purpose made to accommodate her breasts. With her head to the pole she could hear something, not a ticking or clicking; but weird, like sand or water running through a tube or something deep within the pole. Above her two openings broke out, deep and dark like tubes going up and into the upper pole.

"I am not falling for this one" she thought to herself; she had already worryingly found the lower hoops had constricted trapping her ankles; and the positioning of these tubes above her she reckoned could only be to trap her wrists also.

However a few moments later she decided she had to be doing something if she didn't want to die like this, on a Totem pole with a steel dick stuck in her; and maybe she had paid her homage and this was her salvation; and it wasn't like she had any better options. Just to be on the safe side though she tried them one at a time.

Sliding her left hand up into the tube she felt right to the very top, stretching her. There was a bar at the top that she could grip; She wondered to herself "is this pole tailor made for 5'11" girls or is there something else going on here?"

Removing her left hand, kind of surprised that it hadn't been somehow trapped she tried her right and found the same.

Removing that hand also she now had a decision to make. Either that was the way to lift herself out of this position, but she didn't see how as her ankles were trapped; or as soon as she put her weight on both those hand bars something would happen to trap her wrists.

Finally looking down again she was shocked and cried out in surprise; just ahead of her to the left was a most beautiful almost naked black woman! Skinny, about six foot tall and with decoration rather than clothing. Everything she wore looked like it had been fashioned out of some kind of red metal; just like the Totem Pole Dildo she was currently trapped on. She had a steel band around her head with a sun design engraved on a disc on her forehead. A red steel collar with the same emblem and a ring fitted. Over her breasts she had the same red metal sculptured like real breasts just seemingly stuck over her real breast. More of the steel somehow stuck to her lower belly and dropping down just covering her sex. She had wrist and ankle cuffs fitted of the same metal and she was barefoot. In her hand she had a golden shaft, like a spear, the same height as her with like a leather cord dangling from the top.

What really freaked Chastity out were her eyes; they were red. Same black pupils as you or I, but no iris, no white, just pure red. Fortunately she had a lovely, natural smile; otherwise the horror movie eyes could have scared her silly.

Chastity asked "Who are you? What is this place? How do I get off this fucking totem pole thing? Do you even understand me?"

The black woman continued to smile, and then talked but not in any language Chastity had ever heard; but she somehow kind of understood her like a telepathetic message was registering. She was saying "I am Uxa, the Man Gods have sent me to tell you that you are welcome, the Man Gods favour you, you will gain entry, you may meet the Gods, if worthy, you will slave to the Gods, and you are blessed."

She spoke for quite some time but this is what Chastity took from it and she smiled back thinking "Just get me off this fucking pole, screw your Man God slavery!"

Still smiling the woman walked around Chastity examining her. Uxa only had a single piece of the same metal stuck to the small of her back, a one inch strip just covering the crack of her bum. As she walked around her she was twirling her spear, the leather thong spinning out making a whistling noise. Back at the side of Chastity she suddenly leant the spear over and the thong whipped Chastity's bum right across both buttocks and Chastity cried out and in response to the whip she hammered her pelvis into the pole. She heard that noise again within the pole and the phallic thing in her pussy started to withdraw; but stopped and slowly penetrated her again.

Once more the whip struck her bum and she hammered into the pole and the phallus drove deeper. The whipping continued, slowly, randomly and all the time the phallus gaining speed and strength. Chastity was shouting at the woman to stop, she was gripping the pole like her life rested on it but the fucking from the phallus was becoming too much and the whipping of her bum continued and she was crying and groaning and in sheer desperation for escape she thrust both her hands into the dark and deep tubes above her; grabbed the bars and pulled. She didn't lift at all; the tubes closed and trapped her wrists.

Uxa laughed as she continued the whipping and the phallus fucking became a frenzy until Chastity could only come and come and scream and come and finally there was a loud thud from deep in the pole and Chastity was falling. Not down the pole but with the pole, on the pole. It had snapped at the base and she and the pole were falling over towards the building. As she and the pole dropped she could see before her a slab of stone raising out of the earth and the start of descending steps. It was a controlled, mechanical fall but still when the top of the pole hit the ground the phallus made a final deep violent penetration and Chastity screamed the scream of a virgin and passed out in pure ecstasy.


3. Once, twice, three times a Lady.

Coming-to Chastity knew it was afternoon by the placement of her shadow alone. She was still in the same position on the pole but could feel her wrists had been released. She tried her feet and found she could remove them. She slowly extracted herself and rolled off the pole onto her back and just breathed, stared at the blue sky and breathed, and as the vacated Totem Pole rose past her and righted itself she passed out again.

Getting up she knew that she had seen a square opening appearing in the floor between the totem pole and the building and steps leading down into darkness; just before she had passed out. Any evidence of the opening was now long gone though.

However even now her body was still sweating and shaking and her pussy was, well, weird! She felt it was smiling more than she was; but her bum was still hurting. Standing with her hands on her hips and looking down at herself she realised that regardless of her experience, her whipping; she felt bloody marvellous!

Annoyed she had passed out before she could enter the building she decided she had better get dressed before she went on and turning back to her camp she started "Oh Fuck! Those thieving, cheating bastards!" Her entire camp had gone bar her tent. All her clothes, instruments, everything had been taken. All that was there was a tray with fruit on it, a goblet and a bottle. Obviously lunch on the Man Gods!

Chastity sat down, cursed, and picked at the fruit.

Taking stock she realised she couldn't just sit there like that, naked and defenceless; she had to get into the woods and fashion some clothing from the foliage and shape a stick or something to defend herself with; she would just eat a little more fruit first. Some of the fruit was alien to her but it was lovely; and the drink was like a wine but very sweet and nicer than anything she had tasted before. Half a goblet later she decided naked was good; and who was she going to defend herself against anyway?

Mid-afternoon she was in her tent massaging her pussy and dreaming of a red eyed lover.

The next morning Chastity awoke in a sweat. She couldn't quite put her finger on it but she was so alive, excited, and somehow needy. Leaving the tent she found her fruit had been replenished through the night and the bottle too.

She decided against the wine knowing it had effectively drugged her yesterday but she did have some fruit.

Standing in front of the totem pole she knew exactly what she had to do and exactly what the pole would do to her and she didn't pause; Indy would have been proud of her.

She climbed the pole, dropped her legs through the hoops and fully engaged with the phallus; a huge satisfying smile on her face as she dropped onto it and secured her feet through the lower hoops. As soon as the upper tubes spread out from the Totem she pushed her hands up and stretching pulled down on the hand-bars locking her wrists in place.

Without doing anything more she could feel the excitement in the phallus, a throbbing within her making her thighs clench; but no more.

"Uxa, Uxa, come here and whip me you bitch!" She shouted out over and over but Uxa did not return.

Stuck in such a frustrating and helpless position Chastity cursed, and shouted at the Gods, and cried. What was she doing wrong?

She couldn't stamp her feet, and nobody was listening to her curses and in sheer frustration and anger she hammered her body into the pole, the phallus responded.

As it drove into her she laughed, realising this is what Uxa was forcing her to do with her whip; and she hammered her loins into the pole again and again toggling the phallus and speeding it up to the point she bit off more than she could chew; the phallus like a piston ramming into her without mercy.

Chastity had come twice and was howling out loud as the Totem broke and started its fall taking Chastity with it. As it fell she saw the slab of stone rising out from the earth revealing the steps into the building.

Again as it hit the ground the phallus was driven violently into her and she suffered the orgasm of all orgasms. Gasping loudly she held the pole only long enough to get her breath back; then as her ankles were released she climbed out of the hoops and rolling over fell to the ground. She had to get to the entrance but her legs would not obey her; her belly was like jelly and another stupendous orgasm hit her. In the minute it took her to regain enough control to stand the slab was all but closed. "Bastards" she shouted at the sky as the Totem Pole clicked back into its upright position. Frustrated as hell she simply curled up and in tears slept again.

When she awoke she decided she needed a lot more rest to try it again and wandered down to the waterfall and washed. Then eating more of the fruit from the Gods and allowing herself to get high on the wine she retreated to the tent and laying there she realised her body was magnificent. It was perfect, her skin so tight, her tits full and proud, her belly so flat, her thighs glorious and her pussy just so wanting. She could not keep her hands off herself and massaged and frigged herself to sleep; once again watched by the smiling red-eyed observer.

The next morning she awoke determined. Just a little fruit then she was gripping the phallus firmly in her hand, kissing the tip and saying to it "Hello my old friend, today my pussy is going to simply eat you; keep up if you can" and she climbed the pole, entered the restraints and hammered her hips into the pole.

Twenty minutes later a very sweaty and unsteady Chastity was climbing off the pole and heading for the opening in the earth before her singing "Shakira, fuck you, my hips don't lie."

On the third step down there was a loud 'click' and the stone above descended closing the opening. Chastity was in darkness but there was a glimmer of light ahead.

She walked on a smooth stone floor with smooth stone walls either side of her and turned a corner into the light. As it turned out, burning torches so somebody was down here keeping these things lit.


4. As one door opens

Chastity was looking into a square chamber, stone floor, walls and ceiling. Other than the torches there was nothing, nothing but another red metal phallus mounted on the far wall at head height and dangling from the base of it on a ring a strip of red metal.

To the right of the phallus there were more runes worked around in the shape of a doorway.

Stepping into the chamber Chastity heard movement and turned to see a stone slab closing the way behind her. She took this as a good sign, if there is no way back then there must be a way on.

She felt her way around the walls, looking for any escape but found none. She tried moving the torches, up down left and right; pulling them and pushing them but nothing. All that remained was the phallus and the runes. She figured; knowing from the Totem that there was a sexual thing going on here; that the red dildo on the wall was the answer.

"How the fuck am I meant to get my pussy up there?" She asked herself.

She tried pushing and pulling it every which way but loose and it didn't budge. She even tried; tongue in cheek, wanking it but to no avail. She studied the metal strap dangling from it and saw that it resembled the collar Uxa had been wearing.

She sat down and patiently worked her way through the runes; "Only the collared, willing and worthy may pass." She examined the metal strap more closely, it was pliable like leather and it had no way of closing around the neck, no fastening; and to even try it around her neck would be impossible unless she was eating the dildo.

In the absence of anything else to try she put her lips over it; and much to her own disgust went down on it. Taking it to the point she was gagging she took the ends of the strap and offered them up to each other around her neck. The phallus shot a sweet thin honey into her mouth and as with the phallus on the Totem Pole; she imagined feeling a quiet throb or pulse from within. After an initial pause, a shock at what she was thinking; she put her hands on the wall either side of it and continued in earnest with her mouth and tongue and the stone wall beside her slid open.

No sooner had she stepped through than it closed again; trapping her once more in a new chamber.

Chastity absently put her hand to her throat and it hit metal; "How the fuck?" She asked herself, how had it come free from the phallus, and failing to find any hint of a join at the back, how had it fastened on her? Not only that, but just a moment ago it was flexible, almost like leather; but now it is a proper steel collar? She could find no way to remove it.

More burning torches illuminated another but narrower stone chamber, and this one looked quite a bit more scary. Beside her there was a square hole cut into the wall with a wide brown bowl sitting in it overflowing with water. Water was falling into it from above but inside or behind the wall; and the bowl overflowed like a fountain but the water drained beneath it into the wall.

Ahead of her the floor was covered with little red metal spikes, impossible to walk on but there were flat footprints through them to the far wall. All chastity could make out on the far wall was a hole at chest height perhaps four inches wide.

What really worried her were the horizontal slits in the walls on either side, running the full length of the chamber ahead of her. They ranged from well above knee height up to chest height. She had seen the movies, seen the arrows, spears, rotary blades and things that come out of these slits in these places. She was well scared.

The footprints made it obvious the way she must go to progress, but she didn't want to be cut in half "Or worse" she stupidly thought to herself; "But there is no way back, I either hope Uxa or somebody rescues me, I sit here and starve or I say my prayers and go for it!"

Chastity decided to take a run at it and sprint for the far wall; and not one for hanging around once a decision had been made, she went.

As her foot left the first of the footprints a lash snapped out of the wall to her right and whipped across her naked bum. At the same time a lash from the left struck her breast. She sprinted, as best she could, screaming all the way to the far wall trying to block what she could with her arms from hitting her more sensitive bits.

Finally at the wall and with her whole body hurting from the lashing she realised the lashes could not reach her here. She looked into the hole and saw that it was a tube leading down to an empty bowl. She instantly realised what the water and bowl at the other end of this chamber were for and swore and swore and swore!

Back at the water fountain bowl Chastity had a body covered in welts and was crying from the pain. She used the first bowl of water to wash her body down and relieve the stings. Refilling the bowl she observed that the bowl just had hand-grips rather than handles; and that the bottom was hollowed out possibly to sit on the head.

This made sense to her; it was a wide but shallow bowl that would spill so easily. By designing it like this and with the hand grips so wide apart she, or any other would be intruder, would have to balance it on the head with both hands and walk very slowly to get to the other end with water left in it. This would leave her entire naked body at the total mercy of the lashes. "Marvellous, those fucking perverted sado-masochistic ancient Man-Gods; really fucking marvellous!" She said out loud, then sat, and rested, and with her head in her hands; finally realising just what she had got herself into; cried.

It took her the best part of an hour to muster the enthusiasm to put her naked body through the whipping she was going to have to take; and then it took four attempts at lifting the bowl onto her head without spilling it all.

She practiced walking side to side and around in a small circle before finally committing to the task.

It was horrendous, every step of the way she was whipped and she just had to stand there and take it. Every part of her, from her thighs to her breast showed the red stripes. The worst were the ones on the lower hip, the lash would strike her but it had been cut just long enough for the end to whip round and hit her pussy. She physically howled when this happened.

Somehow she made it, and offering the spout up to the tube she poured the water down, or what was left of it. Not enough, nothing happened. She looked down the tube and saw the lower bowl nowhere near full. That she didn't fall to the floor in sobs and quit made her proud; made her determined that she was going to do this and using the bowl as a shield she sprinted back for more water and reluctantly repeated the task.

This time she made it spilling less water and quickly she poured it in. The wall to her right slid open and Chastity dropped the bowl and ran through as the door slid shut behind her.

She was in a cavern, it must have been the full four hundred metres wide but only thirty metres across, and she could see the next doorway wide open right in front of her. The problem this time was the river running down the full length of the cavern, between her and the door.

Chastity could see wide steps leading down to the river half way up the cavern, with more steps opposite to climb back out. She made her way up looking for any clues or threats over this seemingly easy challenge but arrived at the steps seeing nothing obvious.

Standing on the top step and looking across to the other bank, only about four metres; Chastity thought "This should be easy, I am a good swimmer, I have already been in the same river outside and it was calm enough; and hey, it isn't even as though I am going to get my clothes wet!"

She took three steps down to the water's edge and dived in, the current immediately whipped her down past the opposing steps and she couldn't reach the top of the stone river bank to escape the river. She tried and she tried, grasping for anything but it was no use and she was being washed out. As she approached the tunnel running under what she assumed to be the right side of the building she tried to lurch up and grab the stone wall above the tunnel but this only held her a couple of seconds and she was washed on.

The ceiling got lower until she was forced to swim under the surface. Opening her eyes she could make out lighter water ahead and swam for all she was worth and broke out into daylight.

Sitting atop the waterfall, looking at the building she had been in; then down at her tired, whipped body; she laughed; she just couldn't think how else she could possibly handle being back at square one; so she laughed until the sobs of reality arrived.

Chastity ate all the fruit, drank all the wine; climbed into her tent and while stroking her removable collar masturbated her marvellous body into submission. It must have been the wine but her whipping no longer hurt, in fact, unless the light was playing tricks even the marks had gone.


5. No quitting now

The next morning Chastity awoke to find she was still playing with herself with one hand, and fingering her collar with the other. She had to get a grip, a different kind of grip!

Stepping out of the tent she found the table had been replenished with more fruit and wine "Oh my God!" She thought, "They are here, watching me, all the time. I hope they didn't watch me in my tent; I cannot even remember what I was doing but I know it was pretty amazing!"

Shrugging her shoulders and deciding not to worry about what she had no control over she sauntered down to the water fall and showered.

The cold water helped clear her mind and she realised she was changing. Her body seemed more alive, excited. She had never before been that interested in sexual pleasure but now she craved it, constantly thought and even dreamt about it. Was it the wine? The strange fruit diet she was on? Or was she being trained by being forced through these apparent sex based challenges? Or was it something more mystical? The effect of this strange building or the collar she had fixed on?

Whatever, she was determined enough was enough; her libido had no place in her scientific world and was getting in the way; an unnecessary distraction.

She returned to the building and stood staring at the Totem Pole knowing that to gain entry she had to mount it again and give in to her most basic needs. She considered this and thought her way through the different chambers and challenges; and in particular the whipping she would have to take feeling her body as she thought. "They've gone!" She suddenly realised, "The welts, all of them, there isn't a mark on my body; but I was whipped so hard, and so much; my bum was red raw! How the fuck?"

This made her think that maybe going back in wasn't that daunting after all but then she got realistic. She had stumbled onto something just too big, too difficult and she needed help. She had to report this find before she got herself locked in there or killed or something; then she needed professional help getting in safely.

She decided she would take the fruit with her; try to fashion some form of clothing from what she could find in the forest on the way back; or failing that cut a dress out of the car seat with the tools in the boot; if the Cherokee was still there that is.

Having made her decision she found she was still fixated on the Totem Pole with a lustful smile on her face, she was considering "I suppose I wouldn't actually have to go in; I could simply use the pole; mount that magnificent steel knob and lock myself in the pole's bondage and enjoy myself; then just walk away, well stagger away when the pole breaks."

Fortunately her brain kicked back in and she took the fruit and walked away.

She made it about five hundred paces and found a red metal disc fixed into the earth; she had missed this on the way in and wondered the significance of it but decided it could wait for her return at a later date.

Stepping past it there was like a quiet buzzing or vibration; or maybe a faint tingle from her collar; she didn't know exactly what but she knew her collar had done something. She put her hand up to it but nothing had changed. Thinking that she was just being silly, "It's a fucking metal collar for Christ's sake Chastity; don't get so fucking spooked all of a sudden!"

A few paces later she was struggling, the collar was getting tight on her throat. She could no longer get her fingers inside it and guessed her throat must be swelling. Just two steps later it was choking her. She panicked.

She was on all fours and not knowing what to do; was she going to die here? Looking up she was shocked to see Uxa standing there, in the clearing back towards the building; she was waving her golden shaft beckoning Chastity to return and with her other hand patting her own collar.

Chastity crawled on hands and knees and as she passed the metal disc she could suddenly breathe again. She laid on her back and gasped the air into her lungs.

When she recovered enough she looked up for Uxa, wanting to speak with her but she was nowhere to be seen. Feeling her collar it was suddenly loose again, she could get her fingers inside easily. "No" she thought, "This is just not possible, we wouldn't have the technology today to achieve this in a piece of metal; no way could a civilisation over six millennium old create and control something like this; it must be a trick, maybe they drugged me, hypnotised me or something; but what the fuck do I do now?"

What Chastity did was to try again and again from different paths all around the building. She kept finding those same red metal discs forming a perimeter equidistant around the building, and each time she ventured out of that circle her collar tightened on her throat and choked her; but as soon as she dashed back inside it loosened up again. She accepted she was trapped here. She had a part of their secret and they were not letting her leave.

She sat in the shade of the Totem Pole and enjoyed her fruit, and considered her options. First she started talking out loud, then talking to herself; then realising what she was doing and struggling to stop it she started talking to the red metal phallus on the Totem Pole instead; she called it "Dick."

"Well Dick, those are my options as I see them. One, I mount you, make another entrance and see where it takes me. Two, I just enjoy myself out here and see how long your Man Gods continue to deliver fruit and wine to me. Three, I commit suicide by running as fast as I can away from here to the point of no return; or four, I use you Dick twice a day every day for kinky bondage sex until the Man Gods get sick of me and either let me go or kill me. So basically just the one option, no quitting now. I will rest today and see you first thing in the morning Dick; and try to keep up, I thought you were a bit sloppy last time; nearly struggled to get off."


6. A hard day's night

Having made her decision, or accepted her fate more like; Chastity drank the wine, wandered down to the water fall and had another cold shower to freshen up and try to get her head where it should be; then walked a full circuit of the building looking for any alternatives.

When she got back to Dick and the Totem Pole she found her fruit and wine had been replenished. Against her better judgement, already having drank one flask of the wine, she drank this one too.

Chastity became ever increasingly horny as she drank, taking her goblet over to Dick and sitting in front of it, talking to it, opening her legs wide apart and touching herself as she boasted of what her pussy would do to it in the morning. She poured the last of the flask into her goblet and resumed her taunting of Dick; massaging her breasts and pussy as she laughed at her own brazen claims of sexual prowess.

So much so that finishing the wine she said "Tell you what Dick, why wait for morning, it's a full moon and I feel like howling, how about we do it now? Just the two of us; Dick versus Pussy, Man versus Woman? I wager I can break your shaft before you make me come; If I win, you make your Masters take my collar off, if you make me come, I will venture into that little creepy building of yours and slave to your Man Gods; Okay?"

Dick made no response, none that any sober person could have told anyway but Chastity appeared to accept it as a given and started her climb of the pole.

Settling down onto Dick she smiled a grateful, luscious smile and didn't hang about but immediately and wildly started bucking up against the pole and getting the reaction she wanted. The tubes opened up above her and she didn't hesitate in pushing up her arms and allowing her wrists to be trapped as she continued her sex, gyrating her hips like she was on hyper active steroids.

Dick responded in kind and she really did howl at the moon. Dick seemed to find a new gear and rev up again and Chastity was struggling, realising she was on the edge; she pulled on her arms and tried raising her feet but was held secure and stretched and being hammered by Dick. She was helpless, so completely helpless and this thing was really driving into her like never before. She broke before the pole; screaming in orgasm, howling like mad and loving the inevitable orgasm that marked her as slave before the Gods.

The pole broke and she imagined she could hear laughter from within her soaking wet, shaking, pulsing pussy; that Dick was laughing at her. The pole hit the floor and Dick made his one last stab at her; timed perfectly to drive her over the edge one more time. She was held there, still restrained and still coming as the stone entrance slab completed its opening. Looking down into the opening she knew what she must do; and even after she had been released by the Totem Pole restraints she stayed in position getting her breathing back and recovering; her weight on the top of the pole keeping the entrance open.

Then, feeling ready, she simply stepped off the end of the pole and down the steps, the slab closing behind her.

The first chamber was easy, she just sauntered over to the red phallus on the wall and locked her lips around it, she was already wearing the collar. Taking it down all the way into her throat it spat the sweet honey into her and the wall beside her opened up.

Stepping into the chamber of the many whips she was smiling at what was to come and went straight to the water fountain and lifted the bowl up onto her head. Slowly and surely without spilling a drop she stepped onto the footprints and took the first of the lashes across both buttocks. She cried out at the pain but still her smile returned. She stepped on, little screams and gasps popping out as she received the punishment; except now it felt like pleasure. When she reached the point that the ends of the lashes caught her pussy she shrieked; then stopped; and allowed her pussy to be struck five times, shrieking aloud, going up and down on her toes but revelling in the delightful sensations following the pain.

She reached the far wall with a full bowl and poured it down the tube, the door into the next chamber opened immediately and she stepped through.

As the slab of stone closed behind her she examined the welts on her body; they were fading away as she watched and within minutes were gone. "My God" she thought, "It must be the wine, there is something magical about it, maybe these men truly are Gods!"

Chastity walked up the chamber to the steps down to the river and stopped. She was suddenly confused, dizzy even; this was as far as she had been, she didn't know what to do and also felt suddenly very tired. The stone floor was strangely warm and she sat on the top step and listened to the sound of the river passing through. Then rested back and opening her thighs put her hands on her pussy. It felt strange, hot, alive, throbbing and excited. She closed her eyes and played.

She had no way of knowing how long she had slept, or even if it were day or night; only, as she continued to strum her wanting pussy, that it had been a hard day's night.


7. The eye of the tiger

Chastity was now fully sober, not that this was necessarily a good thing for her; she had done better drunk on the Man Gods wine than she ever had sober. However she considered this a good thing, that it would enable her to think and navigate her way through the coming challenges; and in particular, across this river.

She considered walking further up beyond the steps and just diving in, she could easily make it to the other bank before she was washed down to the steps; and she very nearly did dive in before she thought it through. It was too easy, too obvious and these challenges were not that simple. No doubt there was something under the water to take her away from the steps and wash her back out. There must be another solution, probably something sexual.

She explored further up the chamber, all the way to the end but found no clue, no other means of crossing over. Walking slowly back to the steps, starting to feel once again defeated she stopped and put her head up to curse this place and these stupid challenges and saw dim red lights like lasers crossing from wall to wall perhaps twenty foot above the river. She moved closer and the lights disappeared but she realised what she had been looking at. There were two wires of that same red metal fixed to the wall behind the steps and crossing the river, fixed into the wall opposite. The flames from the many torches had been reflecting off them.

Looking at the wall she saw foot and hand holes in the stone leading up to the wires and she climbed them. Grasping one of the taut wires it was far too thin for her to hold onto; but there were two metal clasps on each wire with simple hook fastenings dangling. This was obviously the way across but only if she could work out how. The clasps were too little for her to grip and hold her weight up and work her way across the river.

Climbing back down to study what she had found and work it out she found another recess in the stone that was invisible from below. Putting her hand in she felt something loose and pulled it out, it was four more of those metal straps that are flexible like leather, like her collar was before she somehow fastened it around her neck.

Back on the ground she knew what was being asked of her. Each of these straps had rings fitted. She would have to fasten them around her wrists and ankles so that she could attach them to the clasps on the wires and they would support her weight and leave her hands free to haul her way across the river. She really didn't want to do this as she knew she would not be able to take them back off. She was already wearing the Man Gods collar that choked her if she tried to escape; now she was locking her own wrists and ankles in cuffs; preparing herself for her life as a slave to men.

These chambers weren't challenges; they were a training school, a preparation process for slavery. She asked herself "Why the fuck does that thought excite me? This is wrong, this is not what I want; so why oh fucking why am I strumming myself and going to make myself come again? I can't believe it, somehow the bastards are conditioning me, fucking brainwashing me!"

She was on her knees, thighs apart and leaning back with her head touching the floor and breathless as she came; and all the time her brain yelling at her that this wrong, this just should not be happening!

She laughed at herself as she offered the straps around her wrists and ankles and the ends seamlessly fused and they set like steel; trapping her.

The footholds took her above the wire and it wasn't overly difficult to fasten her ankles to the clasps; and then her wrists. Arms and legs wide apart she worked her way across; the red eyed observer loving the sight her restrained and open legs presented. Once across it was a relatively easy task to release herself and climb back down; and having done so it was as she had figured, these cuffs were staying put.

As she walked through the opening into the next chamber the way behind her closed. She was faced with a floor of burning coals, but across it she could see the next doorway, and it was open. A couple of feet out into the coals there was a huge tiger facing the doorway, it seemed to be made of the same wood-like substance as the Totem Pole. This had to be the way across. It had another red metal phallus just where a tiger's dick should be; she wagered this was meant for her and she wasn't wrong.

Higher up along the sides of the room there were large openings in the walls, like balconies; but she would have to walk on hot coals and jump twelve foot up to access either of these; no, she was convinced the tiger was somehow her way across to the open doorway.

She took a couple of quick steps and a jump and landed straddling the tigers back; now she only had to work out what to do with it without burning her ass on the coals.

She explored the Tiger looking for any means to move it. Leaning over its head she could see rails in the coals that the Tigers feet were connected to. The rails ran right through the coals and between two more statues of sitting tigers at the other end, sitting with their paws in the air as though they were begging. She tried its eyes and mouth; but they were solid. She pulled and banged the nose but nothing doing. Sitting on top as though she was riding it she hammered her feet and legs into its flanks but nothing happened. Turning around and laying along the top she pulled its tail in every direction but it was solid, fixed in position.

This brought her back to her initial suspicion, that this place was all about Dicks. Gripping the backbone of the Tiger with her left hand and foot and sliding over she could just get her right hand to the tip of the Tigers considerable red metal penis and again she felt that now familiar, quiet, subtle tingle. Not quite a throb, but an indication of something more than just a lump of metal; an existence or awareness of some kind. With her fingers she could feel movement, she could slightly toggle the phallus but in this position didn't have the strength to physically move it.

Climbing back on top Chastity laughed to herself, then laughed out loud and screamed out as loud as she could "You perverted, kinky fucking Gods; haven't I done enough? Haven't I took enough? What are you, a fucking Phallological society or something? Lara Croft didn't have to fuck a fucking Tiger to get famous!"

She had pretty much worked out what was required of her from her examination of the Tigers body. On both sides there were hollows in the body with metal pins jutting up within; obviously for her wrists and ankles. There was no way on earth she possibly hold onto these pins but the rings on her cuffs would fit over them.

Lying in line with the Tiger she hooked her right wrist cuff-ring over the Tigers front left pin then sliding around and under the body, gripping it with her legs she stretched up and hooked her left cuff-ring in place. Then working her body down the length of the beast she worked her ankle cuff-rings onto the pins. Taking a second to relax her pussy was automatically pulled against the hard metal penis.

The heat from the coals was already warming her skin, and she could see that here they were lower. As she worked her way with the Tiger, if this did indeed work, across the hall then the coals got higher and would be closer to her body as she advanced. This wasn't going to be pleasant.

Biting her lip and cursing to herself she entered her body onto the penis and felt it slide into her as though it somehow belonged. Now she could feel that same tingle through the whole of the Tigers body. She found that she could work the penis back and forth by bucking her hips against it; but only a couple of inches at a time. As she worked the Tiger there was a cracking noise from below her and the Tigre moved torturously slowly forward; millimetre by millimetre.

"For Fucks sake!" She said to herself, "This is going to take all fucking day" but as she thought and said this she kind of relaxed and slipped at the same time and eyes and mouth opening startlingly wide her pussy hammered fully down on the Tigers penis taking it all in; bigger than anything she had ever had in her; far bigger than her friend Dick out on Mr Totem. There was a "Click" from the base of the penis and it freed up; Chastity found she could move it further and it even now had some lateral movement. At the same time all four pins holding her cuff-rings shot home into the body of the Tiger trapping her in position "Oh shit! Now I am truly Fucked!"

However now she could really hump this thing and getting a lot more movement from it the Tiger was moving considerably faster; but it was still going to be a long haul. The heat was building up on her skin from the hot coals and she was sweating profusely through this and her exertions.

Only about a quarter the way across she slowed as the first orgasm hit her; closing her eyes and groaning out loud; still sliding slowly up and down the big shaft and smiling with the pleasure; then berating herself for taking pleasure out of such a ridiculous predicament.

The moment passed through her and opening her eyes to continue her labours she caught movement out of the corner of her eye and turned her head to see a gathering of people stood on the balcony to her left; men and woman. The men had flat polished bowls of the red metal covering their heads, short red skirts and ornate staffs of the same metal. The woman were naked but for collars and cuffs. She looked to her right and this balcony was filled too. She froze, no way could she let all these strangers see her getting off on humping a stupid fucking Tiger statue!

As she hung there, still mounted on this Tiger penis and sweating her back was getting hotter and hotter. Twisting around and looking ahead she could see the coals lowered slightly right in front of her. It was becoming unbearable; she feared she was starting to cook!

Swallowing the humiliation, knowing full well she had no option she started working her hips back and forwards again propelling the Tiger along the track. Chastity closed her eyes in an attempt to cover her embarrassment and tried to Fuck the Tiger sedately; as though there was some ladylike way to screw a Tiger but the heat really got to her and she had to speed up. Driving harder and harder she really went for it and had to scream out as the second and greater orgasm ripped her but still she drove on.

The Men on the balconies talked with each other as they watched; then one by one started banging their staffs on the floor. Then as one all the Men raised their staffs and brought them back down one last time. It was as though the brakes had been taken off! Chastity felt like she was flying, making at least a foot a minute.

Twenty minutes and more orgasms later an exhausted, jabbering piece of satisfied jelly called Chastity was literally riding off the coals and cooling, hanging from the tiger.

As its front legs passed through between the other sitting tiger statues they both started to turn inwards. She was just hanging there, still mounted on the tiger Dick but no longer humping it; but the tiger was still moving. The other statues had stopped turning, their inner paws now between her arms and her legs; but her own tiger kept slowly inching forward until her thighs were caught by the other statue paws. Her tiger moved on until she had been forced fully back onto its Dick with no room for movement, only then did it stop. Well its forward movement along the rails stopped; its Dick certainly didn't!

Up until now she had done all the work, although she had felt that the tigers metal penis had been doing something inside of her, almost like it was living. Now it was the other way about; she was fixed in position, legs wrapped around its body and cuffed; her thighs forced back and her pussy onto its todger; and it was fucking her!

"How the Fuck?" She asked herself out loud, "It's a fucking statue for fucks sake; what's driving this thing?"

She had no answers, and as it gained momentum and intensity no more questions either, in fact, very little thought at all; just one momentous mind blowing fucking resulting in an orgasm that easily matched Totem Dick! The noise she made throughout was like she was riding down a two thousand foot slide to her death; she could have burst her own ear drums!

The tiger stopped, and the other tigers rotated back into their starting positions releasing her thighs. She managed to extract her poor pussy from the Tigers penis and it clicked back into place; her cuff pins popping back out at the same time. She lifted her ankles free and put them down, then her wrists too and collapsing onto the floor rolled once out from under the tiger; breathed, and just glowed. Her pussy felt like it was still taking cock and with her knees raised and legs apart she massaged herself thinking "No way could Indiana have got this far!"

Looking up she saw Uxa stood alone on the balcony; looking down on her and smiling; she tapped her staff on the floor and said something and the huge tiger statue withdrew back along the rails across the glowing coals.

As it left her Chastity looked up into its face, gave it a wink and said "maybe see you later Tiger, you magnificent pagan beast." She wasn't certain she hadn't just imagined it, but did the tiger actually wink back, and was its face always grinning?


8. Chastity indeed!

Having rested there until she could at least stand without her legs shaking she made her way through the doorway, pausing to watch it close behind her. When it didn't she shrugged her shoulders and turned to explore the next challenge. A slab of stone dropped into the doorway sealing her in. "Keep up" she said to the solid stone doorway, "I'm way ahead of you."

This chamber contained another river crossing, and there was absolutely no way she was going into that water to be washed back out and have to go through all that again; "No fucking way" she confirmed aloud.

The chamber was narrow, only maybe five meters across; but it was perhaps twenty meters deep and most of that was river. She was stood on a stone platform facing another like platform across the other side. It was a ten foot drop down into the water with no way back out. No doorway was visible but there was another Dick stuck on the wall opposite with something dangling from it, like in the first chamber, where she got her collar from.

Between her and the facing platform there were two parallel steel rails only a quarter inch apart built onto tapered stone that went down about two foot, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom; and out from this were foot-plates staggered either side.

Either side of her were steel cables crossing the river, obviously her handrails to help her across.

Half way across there was a wide circle of stone, like a resting point where the rails and the tapered stone stopped before starting again. There was something made of that same red metal sitting there but she could not make out what it was; possibly some straps or something.

Chastity, by now, was simply resolved to do anything she had to in order to progress through this series of phallic inspired challenges where the only thing really being tested were her pussy and her stamina and gripping the cable handrails she stepped down onto the first of the footsteps. It wobbled. It tilted front to back and had she not been holding the cables she would now be swimming. Quickly she brought her left down onto the footstep the other side of the rail and that wobbled too. She had to hold onto the cables for dear life as her feet moved about.

The steel parallel rails were now between her legs and just six inches below her pussy. They had sharp, serrated edges; probably not sharp enough to cut her but no way could she rest her weight on them.

With the stone support being tapered out at the bottom her legs were quite a way apart and as she moved her right foot the few inches forward onto the next step a leather thong flicked out of the rails and whipped her open pussy.

"Atatatattooowyoufucker" she yelped letting go with her right hand to cover her pussy, immediately losing her balance and flinging her hand back to the cable to stop from falling into the water.

Every step of the way her pussy received a whipping and every time she invented a new yelp, a new scream and a new curse. On her toes and as quickly as she could she made it across to the half way rest point yelping all the way and leapt onto the stone dais; clutching her poor whipped pussy and jumping up and down from foot to foot cursing the Gods again. "You Fucking evil sadistic Bastards!" She shouted at the ceiling above her while rubbing herself; but as the pain subsided and still she rubbed she found she could not stop; she was just so incredibly needy, so horny, so desperate for yet another orgasm. It took her only seconds and the relief, the pleasure as she came "Oh thank you Gods, thank you thank you thank you!"

Hands on knees and slowly getting her breathing back she found she was staring down at the red metal thing. Like her collar had been, it was flexible like leather but clearly made from the strange metal. As she handled it and formed it into position she realised exactly what it was. It was like a G String but with two large metal intruders built in and she knew exactly where they were meant to go. There was a small hole in the base of each intruder that she could see on the outer metal plate, but this could possibly just be how they are connected. No doubt the straps once offered up to each other would meld and lock the whole thing in place in and on her. With a look of disbelief on her face she shouted across the river "No way, just absolutely no fucking way; you are not making me this permanently so fucking horny and locking it away, especially not with those things stuck in me; and just to get things clear; I never have, and never will have anything stuck up my bum, Right?"

There was no answer.

Looking down she was surprised to see she was still holding the thing, she thought she had thrown it down in disgust but instead she was firmly gripping the two phalluses in both hands; and they were throbbing quietly, giving her that same tingling feeling. She wanted to try them, guide them softly into her and experience the feeling; having something like this locked in her as she walked about; a smile spread over her face as she imagined it. She forced herself to let go and it dropped to the floor. A shiver went up her backbone and she shook "What is it with me and all this fucking penis stuff? This place is turning me into a raging insatiable nymphomaniac!"

Stepping over it she took hold of the next set of hand cables and assessed the way ahead. It looked identical to what she had just done. It hadn't been pleasant, but let's face it, having your legs spread and your naked and vulnerable pussy whipped never is; but that feeling Chastity got afterwards, wow!

"No way am I putting that thing on me, I mean, I have done this once already and survived; I even got off on it in the end. What's the worst that can happen? I have another orgasm at the other end? Somebody sees me frigging myself? Well that's fucking nothing after the stuff I have been through. Here goes nothing!"

She stepped gingerly onto the first two footsteps making sure she was balanced; it would break her heart to go into the river and back to square one at this stage. Then steadying herself and getting up on her toes she went for it.

"AAARRGHHHHHWHOLLYFUCKINGCHRISTYOUFUCKER!!!!!!!!!!!"

Her right foot had just left the first step when the lash spun out and flicked right across her clit; but this lash had a small metal stud on the end. It felt like she had been shot in the pussy.

Seeing white lights and struggling to keep a hold on the hand cables she put her right foot back down and then using hands and legs together she launched herself backwards and landed on her backside on the central dais and rolled into a foetal position, her hand comforting her pussy as she sobbed in pain.

Slowly, very slowly she recovered and looking down at the red metal chastity belt realised that she had no choice in the matter. Her pussy could not take that kind of punishment crossing the river, she needed the protection of the metal but could not hold it in place, she needed her hands for balance. With genuine dismay she squatted down and opened her legs and was about to try entering the anal phallus first when the thought crossed her "I wonder how long I will be wearing this then?" and that stopped her. Instead she crept over to the edge of the dais, swung her bum out and defecated into the river; given the recently imposed fruit based diet it was a very loose one and on a plus note, this also gave her the added lubrication she welcomed when inserting the anal phallus. She followed this with the pussy intruder and then stood and offered the straps up to each other and watched them melding around her with a very grim face.

Not only did they meld, but the strap tightened around her body, and then the pussy strap pulled up into her, really poking the intruders home and splitting her butt-cheeks. Never had she felt anything like this and she had to stand feet apart and bent over with her teeth gritted to get her body to accept this anal intrusion. Slowly she stood up straight and then arched her back while holding her hips and could not believe the fullness within her. She just could not accept that these were locked in her and there was nothing she could do about it.

She had an instant panic attack; ripping at the belt with her hands, pulling on the pussy guard; trying to grip the rear straps and tear them off but obviously with absolutely no effect.

"Take this fucking thing off me right now" she shouted out loud, "I've changed my mind, I'm not playing this game; take it off now and I will go in the river and never bother you again."

Then quieter, and looking at the floor, her hands on the belt she added "Please, please take it off me, I cannot take this; I cannot have these things locked inside of me, please."

She knelt on the dais, sobbing and both hands holding the now rigid steel cover over her pussy.

Uxa appeared across the river, holding her golden staff and smiled at her. Quietly in her own tongue she spoke. Again, Chastity could not understand the words but somehow the meaning came alive in her mind "This is your second time within this temple, you may enter only three times but you can never leave the red metal perimeter. Your bonds will remain until you attain your destiny and the Man-Gods remove them. If you enter the river and leave now then you will return, but just one more time. You will find yourself in this same position; will you once more dive into the river never to fulfil yourself or will you proceed and meet the Gods? Consider now what your choice will be then and act wisely. Should you make a fourth attempt then the guardian of the gate will not break for you and open the way; but neither will it release you. After the slaves of the Temple have whipped you for your failure and opened your skin you will die on that pole, and animals will take you. Be brave, be strong."

Chastity only looked down for seconds but when she looked back up to ask a question Uxa was there no more.

"Well that's it then" she said to herself, "What point in putting myself through all this again just to get back here knowing I must go on or die? I don't think Indy or Lara would have chickened out at this stage so come on Chastity, let's go and sort these fucking make believe Man-Gods out!"

Standing holding the cables ready to go on she said to herself "Chastity James, maybe that should be "Chastity with intruders James, intrepid explorer!" Or "Chastity by name, Chastity by nature" but what is for sure, I am now totally fucking Chastity indeed!"

Stepping off the first of the footsteps again the first lash whipped out and struck her belt and there was a resounding metal on metal "Ching" and she felt it through the pussy guard. The intruders appeared to respond and throb inside of her. She held that pose, it was suddenly very nice. The throbbing new member inside her butt was a whole new experience, and it worked; squiggling her butt she liked the feel it gave her. She put her foot back down and took three more of the lashes before shivering down her backbone in ecstasy and stepping on.

She had been tricked, or at least that was how it felt to her. Only the first lash held a metal stud, the rest were like the ones she had managed before. "You Bastards" she said to herself, "Had I known I could have continued on the first time and I wouldn't be wearing this fucking chastity belt now" and louder, shouting "Bastards!"

Reaching the other side and standing on the bank looking back she felt cheated, she had been through all that and locked these things inside of her totally unnecessarily; she was mad, seething mad as she pulled again at the belt in frustration and felt the intruders still humming away inside of her. So very helpless, totally naked but for the metal she had locked on herself. That was the really annoying element of all of this; everything that was locked on her, she had put there herself; and apart from the collar, she had done it knowing it would be locked on. She was making herself a slave in bondage.


9. Gagging for it

Chastity approached the red metal phallus sticking out of the wall facing her and examined it. There was another flexible leather-like red metal strap dangling down from both sides of it and it was very similar to the one in the first chamber which ended with a collar locked around her neck, only this metal penis was shorter but thicker. Not bothering to overthink the situation as she pretty much knew what was coming she simply took it in her mouth and went down on it.

Nothing obvious was happening and so she first licked the end and then took it all the way. Taking the ends of the straps she pulled them around her head but they wouldn't quite meet. At the base of the penis it opened out into an oval groove and opening her mouth fully she got her teeth into the groove and bit down on it. This gave the slack the straps need and now they joined and melded at the back of her head; at the same time the penis spat that same sweet honey substance straight down her throat and wanting to cough she pulled back and the penis came off the wall in her mouth and to her left a doorway opened. She sped through and it closed behind her, leaving no trace that the door had even existed.

Her mouth was locked, the base of the penis had shrunk onto her teeth and the strap had melded behind her head and turned to hard metal. Even worse; as she stood here with her two intruders still throbbing within her feeling very sorry for herself the short stubby penis in her mouth was changing, filling her mouth and pushing her tongue flat to the bottom of her mouth. She tried cursing but other than a humming noise she could get nothing out. "For Fuck's sake" she thought, "Locked in a chastity belt and literally fucking gagging for it!"

She was in a huge stone chamber, the size of a football pitch. It had trees growing within it and the river again flowing through; "Obviously the third and final branch of the river" she thought. There was an ornate bridge over the river leading to a stone staircase in the far corner that she could see opened out onto balconies and a mezzanine floor above.

"This is it" she thought, "This must be the entrance proper, no more stupid fucking challenges; just up those stairs and I will be with the living, the slaves and the so called Man-Gods."

All of a sudden she felt incredibly naked and vulnerable; and frustrated by the intruders still working quietly within her. Feeling the Dick moving in her bum every step of the way she crossed the bridge and climbed the stairs. It was a dead end! "Oh Shit!" She thought, "Yet another fucking challenge!" Seeing walls in a large semicircle closing off the mezzanine; an area big enough to hold a ballroom dance and all that was in it was a snake. A fucking red metal snake rising out of the floor in the center, its body twisting and its face looking up with its tongue out.

She strode over and examined it. The eyes were sparkling, red jewels of some type; the end of the tongue was cut away in the middle leaving like two prongs of red metal pointing straight up; like a two pronged fork. There was nothing else, nothing to move or click or anything in the chamber; just this snake like a short twisted walking stick stuck in the floor; with its tongue sticking out.

Finally she got it, all she had to go on were these two steel prongs and that is exactly what she was meant to do, go on them. She had remembered the holes in the bases of the intruders and these prongs were more than just coincidently the same size as the holes and the same width apart. Maybe this was how she removed the belt?

"I somehow get the feeling I am really going to regret this, but nothing ventured nothing gained" Chastity thought positioning herself above the snake and feeding the prongs into the intruder holes. Once they were both entered she lowered herself perhaps two inches and she felt them "Click" and lock, which didn't surprise her at all. What did surprise her, and if she hadn't been totally muted by that incredibly effective gag she would have been screaming out loud as the snake rose out from the ground raising her off her feet and three foot into the air!

As she hung there, all her weight balanced on the two intruders flapping her arms and legs about in panic the semicircle of walls lowered into the floor revealing Uxa, and behind her perhaps a hundred totally naked black female slaves. They looked so alike they could have been sisters. All with the same long frizzy brown hair, all tall, around six foot give or take an inch, and all slim and beautiful. Apart from collar, cuffs and that same red metal sun emblem head band they were totally shaved and totally naked; only Uxa had the metal breast and pussy coverings.

To the side were seven black men, all around seven foot tall and slim with big, powerful shoulders, six-pack stomachs and defined, athletic muscles rippling their arms and legs. They had polished metal skullcaps, red sandals with cords criss-crossing up to their knees, short red skirts and tall ornate staffs of red metal. These were the people she had seen on the balcony as she had fucked the tiger; the Man-Gods.

Only Uxa and the men had staffs, Chastity guessed that Uxa must be some sort of high priestess, or judging by the fact she had cuffs and a collar locked on, maybe the head slave. The whole culture seemed to be about phallic worship so it stood to reason the men were in charge, "Gods" by their own reckoning. Why were there no old people? Or children? Everybody looked around the same age, maybe mid to late twenties, thirty at a push; how? Even all the men looked the same, like brothers. This is just weird!

The snake must have done something because her intruders were pulsing inside of her; the anal intruder in particular was really getting to her as most of her weight seemed to be sitting on it and as much as she writhed there was no escape from the pain, but was it pain? Or was it a long awaited dreamt of dark pleasure it was giving her?

Uxa came forward and stood in front of her and smiled resting her staff on the floor. She then laid her staff down and knelt, and putting her forehead to the floor prostrated herself and in her native tongue spoke. In her mind Chastity heard "Welcome home white Queen; Xuma has waited for you, Xuma loves you, all in Xuma will serve you."

As she done and said this all of the slave girls stepped forward and prostrated themselves in rows behind Uxa and repeated the words after her. To Chastity it was as though they were shouting inside of her head and she realised the meaning of every word that was said even though she didn't actually understand a single word.

The Man-Gods stepped out and encircled her. They were looking to each other and nodding and motioning as though they were somehow communicating with each other and then bowing to her as one they turned and walked away.

Chastity didn't have a clue what was happening, those intruders were still throbbing away and she could lean forwards, backwards or sideways but no matter what she did they were controlling her, driving her body insane. It was starting to hurt as well, with all her body resting on these two intruders. Her legs were dangling hopelessly and it didn't really matter where she put her hands, they were useless to her.

Uxa knelt up and addressed her again "White Queen, you have endured great pleasure to be here in the great hall; your journey is nearly over. Your throne awaits you, the Man Gods favour you; you only now need to offer your body as slave to the Gods and they will take you. You have been away so long, more than four hundred of your years since you were last here and so you may have forgotten; you have to beg to slave to the Gods for them to take you. We, the slaves of Xuma will witness your plea to the Gods.

Uxa tapped her staff on the floor and as one all the slaves lifted themselves into a kneeling position like Uxa.

Chastity was thinking to herself "Beg? Did she say beg? Hasn't she realised yet, I am Chastity James? Soon to be mentioned in the same breath as Indiana Jones and Lara Croft? The Chastity James that doesn't do begging? Slave? Chastity James as a slave? She's having a fucking laugh!

Uxa brought her staff down banging it on the floor then leant forward and tapped it against the snake supporting Chastity. The intruders took on a new life suddenly hammering into her as the snake retreated into the floor stopping with Chastity's toes dangling just above the stone floor. Her resolute attitude was for nothing; she was coming and coming hard.

Oh she would have screamed and screamed loud in her coming if her tongue had not been locked down, her teeth clamped together and her mouth full of metal gag but now even screaming was denied her. How the fuck was she meant to beg?

Still the intruders drove into her and this anal excitement being totally alien to her all she could do to even partially relieve it was to lean forward and grip her butt-cheeks with her hands, but this just made the feeling in her pussy all the more prominent and she was coming and coming hard.

In her mind she pleaded "Please, for fucks sake please, stop it! Please, I beg you Man-Gods of Xuma just stop this now.........Oh fuck that is good, oh fuck yes this is good; oh my, oh fuck, oh.........Yes! Oh so fucking yes yes yes! Please! I beg you, I will fucking slave for you; I will, I will be your slave, honestly............Oh God Yes Yes YES! Please oh please oh please I promise you I will be your slave, please I beg you let me be your slave; just stop this; I cannot keep coming; please I beg you!"

Her body was turning to jelly, she could hold nothing up and was slouched back in the red metal belt mounted on the snake coming continuously and murmuring begs in her own mind to the Man-Gods of Xuma; fortunately they were listening to her pleas, her thoughts; they accepted her.

Uxa tapped her staff once on the floor and stood. She tapped it again and all the slave girls stood and turning away filed out and away. The intruders stopped their dancing and Chastity went into a spasm before trying to sit up straight in her belt and collapsing out cold.


10. The White Queen

From here Chastity insists on telling her own story, I have tried but the vain bitch keeps nagging my attempts, slagging my inability to capture her emotions and continuously accuses me of portraying her as more of a wanton slut then super heroin. Well, you must admit, she does seem to like it up her!

I awoke staring at runes on a ceiling. My hands were resting on my breasts and I was sweating; I couldn't feel my legs, I couldn't really feel anything but my butt and pussy weeping, and throbbing, and wanting attention.

I was lying on a stone bed in a stone chamber. I was almost scared to move my hands down my body in case they hit metal but closing my eyes I risked it. Pussy! Thank you Man-Gods, thank you for releasing me, for giving me my body back! I held that moment, savouring the feel of my own glorious pussy and massaging it gently as I awakened fully to my surroundings and bit by little bit the feeling in the rest of my aching body. For fucks sake my ass hurts!

Looking around I saw the walls were painted with hieroglyphics; they were similar to the ones on the totem outside and I had studied these and knew that I could work at deciphering them, but somehow it was different now; I could read them like reading a menu in an English restaurant. I got up off the bed, pausing as my buttocks protested at the movement; and worked my way around, finding a starting point to read my way around from.

Where I begin I think is the natural starting point as the runes explain how the ancient home of Xunta was destroyed when the Gods become angry at the arrogance of woman. Woman were designed to serve and not to give orders to their natural masters but the men of Xunta had held their women in esteem and did their bidding in all things. The Gods in their frustration had shook the earth and brought flooding and chaos and great bolts of blue light and destroyed Xunta bringing down the mountain above.

The next wall showed the location of Xunta and the pilgrimage to Xuma where the Gods had decreed a new civilisation would be built, and Man-Gods would rule and all women would serve.

I continued to read that this was the chamber of the White Queen, and the hieroglyphics had been painted by my predecessors. Going by what I read I was the ninth White Queen. We were the same entity reborn in spirit and taking the female form would return home to rule every thousand years. According to these runes I would live five hundred years and never age. My hair would never grow, not even my nails; my skin would never blemish and my sexual desire would only ever increase. I would not die, but by the light of my six thousandth full moon I would be sacrificed by the Gods to return again.

I would apparently get to recognise each of the seven Man-Gods by the touch of their penises alone; and each of the one hundred and eleven slaves by their tongues. Only the slaves could service my pussy; and the Gods my ass. Oh My God! They're going to fuck me up the ass!

I have to get out of here, like pronto. I am still stark naked but for these collar and cuffs locked on. At least that fucking steel gag has gone. I only now realise that all the time I have been wandering around reading my past and my future I have been playing with myself, fingering myself; what the hell is the matter with me? I cannot keep my hands off myself; Oh I am so fucking horny! What have they done to me?

I continue reading; on the first day the White Queen will rest and prepare; tomorrow she will be presented to Xuma and the slaves will taste their Queen. On the third day the Gods bless their Queen. Wholly Fuck! Looking at these pictures I can see exactly how they are going to bless me! Why oh why am I still frigging myself and smiling?

I read on and see all that is in store for me; how I will govern the slaves through sexual punishment and reward alone. Those that I favour may use the totems in the courtyard; it looks like the guardian of the gate Totem Pole has a few brothers. Those that displease me are locked in chastity for as many as twelve full moons but still fed "The special blue fruits" giving a frustrating need, the greatest of punishments. Oh, so it wasn't the strange thick wine, it was the fruit that drove me on and got me like this!

Just having this thought drove my need on again, in the centre of the chamber there was a grand stone table bearing dishes goblets and jugs with more wine and fruit; including the small blue fruits that I had thought a type of plum. I poured some wine and picked at the fruit. Why were the blue ones the first I went to? Why did I have to eat five of them? It's an addiction already! The bastards have got me hooked like a fucking Cocaine head!

I tore myself away from the table before I could grab another and took my goblet back to the runes. The wine is really good though; and unless I am mistaken it is this wine that has the heeling quality because after only a few sips my bum no longer hurts. In fact it feels bloody marvellous!

There is another stone bench in a corner and on this I see what can only possibly be dildo's together with various gags and restraints; all in the same red metal and again no locks, just loose ends that I know will meld when offered together.

Without even realising it I am squatting and have a long thin knobbly dildo up my bum and I am working it in and out. No! I cannot be doing this! I cannot pleasure myself, especially not up my bloody bum for Christ sake! What am I thinking? I need to escape not fuck myself! Ten minutes later I am down on all fours coming hard, the dildo now in my pussy and I am still working it. So wrong, but oh so fucking fantastic!

Finally, with that little diversion out of my system I return to reading the hieroglyphics knowing full well that sex and pleasure will now never be out of my system. I read that the White Queen will have a companion that will do the Queens bidding. The companion will be chosen from the slaves and will be called Uxa.

There is more, lots more but that is enough for now; I need to work on my escape.

Somehow I doubt it is going to be easy, and single most critical element will be getting this collar off. No point in escaping this ancient complex if the collar is going to choke me to death leaving the area. They have somehow removed the chastity belt and gag from me; and I need to learn how it is done.

With this in mind I explore my chamber further and through an archway I find a bathroom of sorts. A hole in the floor with water running beneath obviously for my ablutions; a fountain pouring into a large stone bowl that never fills which must be my sink; and a lager fountain cascading from above into a huge square stone bathing pool set into the floor. All cold water but in this temperature that will be a blessing. All the falling water gives a beautiful backdrop noise and probably doubles as a sort of air conditioning keeping the chamber cool. Nothing in here of obvious help so I venture through another archway and oh my dear God!

Everything I have so far encountered is in here! Another Totem Pole, another Tiger, Phallic objects sticking out of the walls at various heights and angles; another snake jutting out from the floor but this one with the two dildo's already attached, and recesses with the slots in the walls and in stone rails that I know will whip me if I walk into them. It can only be the lingering effect of the blue fruit but smiling, and holding my hands in the air I walk into the first and as expected a lash whips out right across my buttocks making me jump and squeal. Before I get back out I have been whipped over a dozen times and I am hurting and giggling at the same time. What the fuck is wrong with me? I have just had myself whipped for fucks sake!

I am utterly confused at my own feelings as I walk into the next recess, still smiling; spreading my thighs either side of the stone rail as I walk and again as expected a lash whips up splitting my pussy. Howling out loud I take another five before backing out and fall to the floor cradling my pussy and laughing in tears.

This has got to stop! My recently acquired nymphomaniac attitude is controlling me; if I let this continue I will want to stay here and give up on my own real life. Forcing my hands away from my pussy I instantly give up and return to my frigging, I just have to come, just one more then I will stop. Oh my God this is glorious!

Still glowing but getting my breathing back my brain starts working again. I must see how they release the red metal, I must think. I have it; they need me in the courtyard tomorrow to greet the slaves as the White Queen, so if I restrain myself here Uxa or the Man-Gods will have to release me first to take me there. I dash back to the stone table with all the restraints and explore my options. There are links that I could use to simply connect my cuffs, which would do it. However I cannot bring myself to restrain myself in any position that would prevent me at least giving my needy pussy some pleasure so I explore further.

I found the perfect solution and here I am restrained and waiting for my rescue, I do hope they don't hurry! I have just introduced myself to my new Totem Pole and have settled in nicely. Prior to placing my hands into the restraining tubes and them contracting onto my cuffed wrists I passed a red steel linked chain around the pole and through the ring on my collar before allowing the final link to meld. That way even when the pole releases me, however this one will do that, I will still be held here until my collar chain is released. All I have to do is stay conscious.

My God I love this position. My thighs and ankles held just far enough apart; my wrists locked in place above me; and mounted inescapably on this wondrous throbbing red metal penis. When I get back home, rich and famous; I am buying a mansion with grounds and I am making one of these poles for myself! Maybe overlooking a beautiful lake with trees and wild flowers and birds chirping while Mr Totem fucks me senseless.

I love the predicament of my position; that something innate like this can control me, make me come and come again and somehow decide itself if and when to release me. That others could come and find me here like this, and watch or even touch or like Uxa did that first time whip my ass as I come; and I am helpless but to come. That my screams and pleas will not be heard; or if they are then they are simply ignored as my body turns to jelly and my brain to mush. Oh! It's starting already. I have been driving my hips into the pole and now it is hitting back, right into me and seemingly through me. Fuck this is good!

My first beautiful orgasm smashes through me just as Uxa accompanied by two slaves enter the chamber. All three approach and prostrate themselves on their knees, their heads touching the floor. Uxa stands and even though her mouth does not move I can hear her, and understand her or at least I get a weird understanding of what she is saying. Fuck, they are telepathic! That is how they have been able to manage me, they have been receiving my thoughts!

Uxa receives this and smiles and I get back that yes they can communicate like this, but only what we think as speech; not our private thoughts unless we are very careless. Shit, I dare not think about escape with anybody around me!

Uxa is saying, or thinking to me that it is good that I am so quickly training my sexual appetites; this is very necessary for a White Queen; but that I should also prepare myself better for serving and pleasing the Man-Gods.

"How the Fuck am I meant to do that?" I ask myself, but obviously I am thinking out like speech because she answers me. Uxa sends one of the slaves out and she returns with a big red metal dildo laid across both hands and presented as though it was something to be worshipped. Looking down on her she smiles up at me as she takes it and while the two slaves take a buttock each from either side and tease them apart Uxa enters the dildo into me, all the way into me!

There is nothing I can do but look to the heavens and scream in ecstasy as she repeatedly pumps it into me until it is very obvious to her that I am coming again; which with Mr Totem still rampantly active doesn't take long at all. I haven't a clue how this telepathy works but it is as though I can hear her smile, her joy at making me come.

Using her staff she touches it against the base of the anal dildo and I feel it change shape inside of me, opening like a pear within me; filling me. She draws the leash out of the top of the staff and stepping back twirls it and whips it across my buttocks.

I hammer my body into the pole and it rev's up again as Uxa continues the whipping. It is absolutely unbelievable; I am nearing exhaustion but I do not want it to stop; I don't want this ever to stop. The combination of the little blue fruits, the wine, this bondage, the intruders throbbing and having my buttocks whipped is blowing my mind!

I have a mind-numbing, amazing series of orgasms finishing with me pushing up on my tip-toes and squeezing my muscles around the intruders for all they are worth and it all stops; Mr Totem just stops dead. My wrists are released and the bands around my ankles slacken off. Thick rods project out of the Totem, obviously hand and foot holds for me to extract myself from this wonderful poles clutches.

The relief to my poor fucked body spreads up to my brain and I very nearly close my eyes and give myself to sleep but leaning back my collar snags against the chain bringing me to my senses and reminding me why I have put myself in this position.

Uxa kisses my left thigh and I hear her in my mind "You are a worthy Queen, the Gods are pleased" and at the same time she offers her staff up to my collar and the links of the chain come apart and she catches it as it drops.

The slaves assist me as I climb off the Totem. Bowing they make their exit leaving me alone with Uxa.

Trying to keep my thoughts separate from what I want her to hear I speak out loud and ask her "Uxa, that staff, can you also take my cuffs and collar off? Do I get my own staff?"

She replies in her own language but again in my mind I understand her. She says I will be presented with my staff by the seventh God and that it can release any red metal but for the collars; we are all slaves to the Gods including me and only they and their staffs can remove the collars.

I ask her about the red metal she has stuck to her body and taking the chain she holds the broken link to my chest between my breasts and touches the staff to it and the link melds with my skin. She uses it like a leash and walks me back to my main chamber. I pull on the chain but it is as though it is a part of my skin, even connected to the body below the skin. Still smiling she taps the staff against the link and it comes away.

"Thank you Uxa, that is pretty amazing, as though it was a part of me" I say to her, then feeling the end of this dildo still stuck up my bum I find I cannot remove it, I can turn it but it is now shaped within me in such a way I cannot get it even partially out. "Uxa, can you take this out now as well please?" I ask her.

Her smile beams and she happily tells me "I said the Gods were happy with you, they have said you can retain the offering until morning as a reward."

Marvellous!

Uxa goes on to explain more about what happens here, the usual routine, what will be expected of me. She also explains that she only touched the staff to me to release the chain as a demonstration, showing it was the power of the staff; but that once a person is matched with and tuned to a God-Staff then with practice the telepathic mind alone can use the staffs' power. I was hardly listening to her thoughts inside my head at this stage thinking instead about how I was going to get hold of a staff from a Man-God. I mean those guys are seven foot tall and fit so I would struggle to wrestle one from them; and even then, could I use it? Her next demonstration brought me back though; smiling again she tapped her staff once on the floor and I sensed her think out "Amuse" and this thing erupted like there was an earthquake in my bum!

I instantly go down on all fours, my bum high in the air trying to better facilitate what is happening in me.

Uxa grabbed some red metal bars from the table and placed one across my ankle cuffs and it instantly melded with them keeping my legs apart. She repeated this with my wrist cuffs and then under my body another joining the wrist and ankle bars. I was now locked in this position and struggling not to howl as my ass spasm's uncontrollably. Out of the corner of my eye I see her twirling that staff lash again and sure enough it cracks across my buttocks. Again and again and finally I let rip, I am howling; but in pure ecstasy and I am sure my pussy is simply pouring.

This goes on for what seems like an eternity; a relentless orgasm; my vocal chords straining; my bum on fire until finally she stops. Sobbing, my breathing a series of gasping chokes I hear in my head "More? Does my White Queen desire more?"

I actually laugh in spite of myself "Fuck no, no more; I cannot take any more!"

I get that same image of her joy, her happiness at the effect she has caused in me and she walks past me and rests her staff against the stone table and fills a goblet with that thick red liquid, the wine of the Gods and brings it to me and allows me to drink. Instantly the pain is gone, my ass feels incredible. My wrists and ankles no longer hurt from pulling on the hard metal. She returns from the table again with a bowl of the blue fruits and feeds them to me. I am ravenous and eat seven and could have eaten more had she not taken them away.

I look up at her, into her scary red eyes. She is holding the staff again and smiling once more. She asks again "Does my White Queen desire more?" I cannot help myself, these fucking evil blue fruits; I cannot stop my true thoughts leaking out to her "Yes the White Queen desires more, much much more!"

Again she taps the staff on the stone floor and I hear not "Amuse" but "Excite" and it turns out that earthquake I had in my bum before was only the initial tremors, the warm up act; this is the real thing!

I am instantly howling again like a wolf on heat and staring into those blood red eyes I order "Whip me, whip my ass!"

I tell you, I don't know how long it lasted, or how I even got up onto my stone bed; but the White Queen slept well that night!


11. Licked

Oh my dear God it is so fucking huge! Laying here on this stone bed is making the feel of the big hard metal butt-plug thing even more prominent within me. It makes me really want to poo, like urgently but how? Rolling off the bed, as carefully and as quietly as I can makes no difference, only makes it worse if anything.

I make it over to the table and pour and drink a goblet of the wine, or Nectar as I am now thinking of it. I have to consciously force myself not to eat the blue fruit and go for the other fruits instead. The pain subsides but I know I still need to poo. I don't know if this will work but I try to think "Uxa" as loud as I can, like that makes any sense?

Just moments later Uxa enters, prostrates herself and touches her head to the floor; then stands and asks how she can help. I am getting a lot better at this telepathy thing. She taps the staff and I feel the anal dildo slim inside of me, I have to catch it to stop it falling from me. I dash instantly to the bathroom chamber and just manage to squat before days of fruit are pouring from me; oh, the relief beats any orgasm!

From here I am straight under the fountain and bathing. I am going to escape this place, I have to escape this place; and I must do it before I am addicted to this life of orgasmic pleasure.

Uxa guides me into a corner and a warm draft dries me as she brushes my long blond hair. I would love to see myself, my naked and toned sun-tanned body but there are no mirrors. I have a sudden thought, a bad one, and ask Uxa "My eyes, are they red like yours Uxa?"

"No White Queen, but they will become so. It is the blue fruit that keeps us eternally young; and this is the result; once you pass the time where you should have died then your eyes take the red of the metal."

I ask her "How old are you Uxa?"

"You do not yet understand our measure of time but you are my fourth White Queen; the Man-Gods have seen all the Queens."

"But Uxa, that makes you over four thousand years old, but you are only about thirty!"

She explains "Every twelve hundred full moons a Man-God mates with a slave until a child is borne. The child is put out and raised in a village. The child is returned after three hundred full moons. If it is a boy then it replaces a Man-God and the eldest Man-God is cast out. If it is a girl then it replaces the eldest slave and she is sacrificed to the Gods. So far no boy child has ever returned."

"No, I bet it hasn't" I thought to myself.

She continued "You say I am, or I appear thirty in your years, but when I was returned from the village and mounted on the guardian of the gate to begin my entry challenge I would have been twenty five of your years. So as you can see, I am still aging with time."

Five years in four thousand? Fucking hardly!

So those runes are truthful then? I will live and never age for five hundred years? I will be kept horny by the fruits that give me life and will experience only pleasure? But my eyes will turn red and I will be sacrificed at the end of it? I wonder how they would sacrifice me. Probably mounted on something extremely big and phallic!

Uxa interrupts my private thoughts "White Queen, I must prepare you; please, come."

"Oh, I get to wear something then?"

"Oh yes, you are the White Queen, I would not present you naked to the slaves."

Well that's a surprise, makes me feel much better; clothes at last.

She encourages me to drink more of my Nectar, saying it will make the process much better for me. Then the blue fruits, saying I must always eat these and the desire they will give me will help my greeting ceremony.

She takes a sheet of the red metal, but it is fine and soft like silk. Taking my hands behind me she wraps the sheet loosely around my arms, from my wrists to above my elbows. It tightens and draws my arms together and as it does she inverts my arms, offering my hands up my back, up towards my neck. This should hurt but it must be the Nectar protecting me. The steel sets and the final piece is attached up to and melded to my collar. My tits and in particular my nipples are really sticking out; my arms behind me wrapped like wings in shining red metal.

Uxa offers two small red coins up to my nipples and smiles. I feel them melding with me, and moulding; covering my nipples and setting. It looks like I have two red metal thimbles covering my nipples.

A red and white band is wrapped about my head and again this sets and melds like a tiara. Then golden coloured metal sandals are placed on my feet and the thongs wound around my legs up to my knee melding with my skin.

Back in the bathroom chamber I am powerless to stop her shaving me. She tells me this hair will never grow back; and never to cut the hair on my head as this too will never return. She continues and shaves the whole of my body. What she does next appals me; something I could never have imagined. She has eight short thin strips of the red metal and one by one she melds them to the edges of my pussy lips; then pulling them to open my pussy she melds the other ends to my pubic mound; keeping my pussy held wide open.

Uxa steps back and smiles that ever present smile and says I am ready. Well, I may be ready for her but I am not quite ready to step out into public like this. It is certainly not the clothing I wished for!

Uxa leads me through another arched exit, between the bathroom chamber and what I now think of as my games room (I really want to divert and play with my Totem again, my pussy is so wanting!) and through a doorway which I am sure was sealed before. To my right I can see steps down but she guides me straight on and up some steps and I arise into a most beautiful courtyard. I am speechless it is that fantastic. It looks like a really old Greek temple garden, stone columns, huge trees, little fruit trees, grass gardens and intricate mosaic paths feeding larger patios and communal areas.

Other than Uxa and I it is deserted. I love the ancient architecture and ask to be shown around the gardens which must cover the area of three football pitches but she communicates back that I can do that at my leisure later; it is more important that I be ready to receive my slaves.

I find that my chambers are situated in the centre of the gardens and it is only a short walk in the sun to a very impressive stone building in the middle. Huge columns of white stone set in a circle with a mosaic dais and a white stone throne within. There is no roof, only vines growing giving some shade and the throne looks a little odd, it doesn't have a seat.

There is a path leading up to the dais and throne and either side of the throne stone posts with red metal caps. Uxa goes before me and climbing the steps she prostrates herself and kisses the floor before the throne; then beckons me.

I am backed against the throne and my body just seems to fit, as though it was moulded for me. It is as though the throne mates with my collar, it just connects and sticks; with my restrained arms fitting perfectly into the recesses.

Uxa smiles and kisses me, on my lips which I didn't expect at all; and drops and kisses my feet. She then raises my feet one at a time and melds my sandals with the posts either side. It is like I am hovering here doing the splits except I feel fully supported; apart from my pussy which is now wide open and feeling the draft; and my thimble covered tits that are pushed right out there.

Uxa steps behind me and a great bell is sounded. The slaves swarm up from everywhere, obviously expecting the call and one by one they find their position in what is effectively a dozen kneeling queues and prostrate themselves before me.

Uxa steps to the front of the dais and barely whispers her words but they boom around the courtyard "Slavegirls of Xuma, good news! The White Queen has returned home as prophesised by the Man-Gods; she is here; and she is opening her body to receive you!

As one the hundred and eleven slaves kneel up and squeal and clap in delight; and all eyes are on me, devouring me. The blue fruits have well and truly took effect and all I am thinking is "Bring it on, for Fucks sake somebody do something to me!"

My legs are strained back apart and my lips held wide open; I am locked in place and loving it, loving the feeling of my helplessness knowing I am at the complete mercy of everybody and anybody. Oh, I would love to be Fucked like this, right now, right here!

Uxa is first, she turns and bows to me and whispers "My Queen, I adore you, I serve you; please accept my tongue as the only offering I can give you; I will strive to please you and your pleasure will be mine."

Placing her staff to the side she knelt and holding my thighs her tongue entered my pussy. Oh she was good, so really very good. So good I was lost in the moment; as though we were alone in private; lovers enjoying our intimacy. I was looking to the sky but with both eyes closed as I came. It had felt so natural but only now, stifling groans of pleasure did it dawn on me that this was anything but natural. I don't do bondage, I don't do naked in public, and I certainly don't do girls. Just how the Fuck did this feel natural? My first ever sexual experience with another girl; oh yes! Roll on the next hundred and eleven! No! What am I thinking? I am not here for this; I cannot settle for this; I must escape; I must not give in to this temptation, this addiction; the blue fruits and immortality; I mustn't, well, really, I shouldn't.

Uxa steps back and thinks out to me alone "My Queen, I am Uxa, I am your first and I will be your last. My standing with the slaves is everything. You did not cry out at my pleasure; you must not then cry out in pleasure with any of the slaves that follow; but I promise you when I close the ceremony you will cry out and this will give me standing; please honour me in this and I will serve you before the Gods, and only you."

One by one the slavegirls made their way up to me and as Uxa had done before each bowed, made their pledge and knelt and pleasured me. Time here is meaningless but by my reckoning it was ten hours of orgasm. From time to time Uxa gave me Nectar and fed me the blue fruits and it was one unbelievable day of pure orgasmic pleasure; my pussy licked raw by the tongues of beautiful young girls; well, at least they looked young and the last one did still have white eyes!

This brought Uxa back to me. All the slaves were still in their positions, kneeling and attentive. Uxa had a glint of mischief on her face; she knew something was going to happen that I didn't. I knew she would make me come again; I was still ridiculously horny regardless of my pussy being licked numb; but for the last two or three hours I had not been fed the Nectar and my legs were feeling aches and pains. I could do with a walk more than receiving Uxa's tongue again.

Recovering her staff Uxa addressed the slaves again "Girls of Xuma the Queen accepts all of you. You will each come to serve her personally and in your own ways become special to her; but let me now show you why I am Uxa."

Laying her staff by her legs she kneels again before me and licks slowly up my pussy, staring me in the eyes and smiling that knowing smile. She probes deep with her tongue and then her teeth close on my button. In this position she thinks out to me "Prepare yourself my Queen, and please, do not hold back."

Licking my clit' her teeth open and she embeds her mouth into me, really eating me. She is good, she has me going again but I am hardly shouting out about it; not after the day I have had.

I feel, or sense her command through her staff and the metal gripping my nipples like crimped thimbles suddenly expand, gripping my nipples only loosely. The pain as the blood and feeling returns is like nothing I have known before; I tear at my restraints but my arms are held firmly behind me. I howl out in the rush of pain in my breasts and weakened by this scream in pleasure as her mouth molests me. Mouth wide open, eyes closed in pure anguish I hear the awe in the murmuring of the slave girls and sense the joy that Uxa is feeling in her moment of glory.

She stands, kisses me and bows; then turning to face the slaves she lifts her staff high above her head in both hands. The slave girls all applaud and shout out in appreciation of Uxa's obvious superiority over them.

She brings the staff down and forming a queue the slave girls file out, each bringing their hands together in a praying motion and bowing as they pass me.

It is weird, I keep picking up on random thoughts as the girls communicate with each other. It is as though they speak in Chinese and I hear in English; the sentences disjointed, the words out of order; but I understand.

Uxa released me from the throne and hugged me, and at my request walked me around the courtyard. I was on such a high but with aching legs from being held in that splits position for so long that I really needed it. I could feel Uxa glowing in pride as she walked with me and I started to resent it slightly. I am the Queen here; she is my servant, a slave. Why am I still bound with my pussy held wide open and she is free with metal covering her sex?

I stop walking and face her, and I test the waters of my authority; I order her "Uxa, from this moment on unless I tell you otherwise you will be naked but for your collar. Remove your covering, and remove my restraints and these things holding my sex open."

She didn't even blink but instantly the mouldings covering her breasts and the straps covering her pussy and ass dropped to the ground and I felt my metal arm wrap loosening and the clamps on my pussy fall off.

She knelt to pick up the dropped items and I stepped my feet apart and ordered her, not because I particularly needed it after the day I had just endured, but because I wanted her at my feet "Uxa, amuse me."

She did, and it was wonderful!

I followed her back to my chambers, before she only had that slim metal strap covering her bum but now walking before me without it she appeared that much more naked, and I could tell she felt it too by the way her hips moved. She reminded me of a young Whitney Houston, she looked innocent and virginial and knowing now how they were brought here, and how the Man-Gods favour anal sex there is every possibility that she and the rest of the slave girls are virgins. Well, apart from their entertainment with the guardian of the gate Totem Pole of course!


12. The Magnificent Seven

It was so much nicer waking up without that big steel plug in my butt, but to be honest, I missed it. So much so that as soon as I got off my stone bed I went straight to my games room to see Mr Totem. However I never got to him; I was drawn to walking into the stone recesses with the whips; and having had my bum and then my pussy whipped I sat myself on the snake, taking in both intruders that flexed to accommodate me but then set solid as the snake raised up lifting me from the floor.

I really do not understand this at all. I am a scientist; I earned a first at Cambridge and have proven my academic skills. I am out here to become internationally recognised as the real Indiana Jones, the true Lara Croft; to become globally famous in my own right as an explorer. Why oh why am I instead loving being made totally helpless, naked and Fucked? Why is bondage so fucking tremendous?

I have made a mistake, I should have drank the Nectar because my back is giving out; yeah, my pussy is giving out as well but that is what I wanted, what I needed; or at least what my new found addiction is craving but I am groaning in pleasure and pain in equal measures now. I have to give in and think out "Uxa" as loud as I can and only seconds later she is here; gloriously naked and smiling and rescuing me.

Again she leads me to the bathroom and helps bathe me (using her fingers and tongue to properly clean my anus for the Gods!) before preparing me for my official introduction to the seven Man-Gods. This doesn't take a whole lot of preparation. I am naked but for my collar and the steel headband come Tiara; and my arms wrapped in steel behind me again. Not even sandals this time.

I am encouraged to drink lots of the wine and eats lots of fruit and led out into the courtyard and all the slaves are there, on their knees forming a four-deep circle around the central dais. The Throne has been removed, replaced with two broad stone thigh-high posts each holding a steel pole as though they were one pole with a foot missing in the middle; and a steel chain dangling from the pillar above and beyond. I didn't have to be a scientist to see how this was going to go.

The slaves prostrate themselves and again chant their allegiance to me their White Queen and Uxa guides me between the poles and attaches the chain to the base of my arm-binding. Holding her staff and pointing it up I sense her mind controlling her red metal power and first my arms are pulled up forcing me to bend forwards and then I am lifted slightly off the floor.

She takes my legs one at a time and straps them out wide to the poles, with straps around my ankles, above and below my knees and over my thighs. The straps tighten and set to metal. Her mind transmits power again and the two poles slide further apart. Oh my dear Fuck! I never could do the splits but now my legs are in total and perfect alignment, my ass and pussy stretched cruelly and most wantonly apart. I am sure the slaves in the front row can see my breakfast!

The effect of the fruits has fully kicked in and incredibly I so want this; so incredible I am screaming to myself how wrong this is! Public humiliation, being fucked up the ass, naked and helpless and I want it! Holy Fuck!!

I must be emitting my thoughts because Uxa enters my head "My Queen you are right to be excited, you receive a great honour today; it will not be until your eyes turn red that you receive all seven Gods together again; be proud, no other slave but you has ever received this honour."

Well that made me feel a whole lot better!

The fruits really have taken over because as a trumpeted fanfare is sounded (don't ask, I haven't a clue who or if anybody was actually blowing trumpets) and the so called Gods made their entrance from behind me I was praying "I do hope these seven foot tall Gods aren't hung like the seven Dwarfs!" Given my position and what was to come I would have expected to have been wishing for that, not dreading it!

The slaves including Uxa prostrate themselves once more and the Gods take the dais.

The fanfare halts and as one the seven Gods voices boom out "Servants of Xuma this day has been long in the waiting but the White Queen has finally returned. Kneel up and observe her taking."

The Gods form a circle around the edge of the dais and one of them approaches me. He, like the rest, are wearing metal breastplates and tunic style skirts, broad flaps front and rear but the thighs bare. He rotates his belt exposing himself and "Dear Fuck! That must be a heavy flap to keep that bad boy down! He certainly ain't no Dwarf!"

The shock at the size of him was such that my mouth fell wide open which was just as he wanted as his cock was thrust into my inviting mouth and part-way down my throat. As my eyes bulged and I choked on him his voice entered my head "I am Anqa, first of the Gods and I welcome you White Queen."

Before I did in fact choke to death he withdrew, tapped his rigid Dick on the top of my head and walked around me. The next thing I knew he was in me, I mean really in me, splitting me, pummelling me; driving into me like it was some sort of competition; an Olympic event maybe. My head was all over the place. I tried to pull on my hands, my arms but the way I was restrained it was as though I had neither. I pulled on my legs but couldn't even squeeze my buttocks in protest. I was taking it, anything he was giving I was taking. The other Gods were studying my face, my reactions; I realise I must have a face like a stuffed Turkey!

This guy needs to work on his technique, he only has one move, full speed at full power; but I cannot criticise his stamina. The guy is certainly going for it. I am between laughing, crying, screaming and begging when suddenly it stops. There is a two second pause then an explosion in my ass. Oh wow! Now that was unexpected; I didn't know it would feel quite like that. As he is withdrawing his spent Dick my buttocks are quivering and I am coming. I didn't even notice the next penis entering my mouth until it hit my throat.

At the same time fingers enter my bum and Uxa's thoughts my head "My Queen, it is my honour to keep you clean, and prepare you for each God." Her tongue enters me and her thoughts continue "and the seed of the Gods makes me strong, helps me control the power of the red metal" and as she is communicating this to me I am feeling her pleasure, an increasing pleasure "and my Queen, your fair white skin, your supple young body; your beauty; your helplessness; I am loving serving you."

Oh great! I am being mouth and butt-fucked by Gods and have a black lesbian slave falling in love with me; am I on LSD or what?

"I am Coza, second of the Gods and I welcome you White Queen" I am informed as he slaps both my cheeks with his Dick and walks around and thrusts into me. He must have been watching and learning from Anqa because his technique is exactly the same. If all seven are like this I am going to be so pissed, so bored, so fucking disappointed!

Anqa and Coza are followed by Qrod, Daqi, Binx, Toxx and the seventh and youngest God Ezaq and whilst all seven have their own unique rituals slapping my head and face with their Dicks they all performance wise are the same, Fuck! Is this it? They worship the penis and all things sex and after at least nine thousand Fucking years of apparently stagnant evolution this is as far as they have progressed? Man-Gods? They may as well be the seven Fucking Dwarfs! Give me Totem Pole any day!

At least each of their comings caused that same explosion within me and made me come too. They are desperately in need of some sex education; oh! Yes, maybe; just maybe I am onto something here, a plan, my escape plan. I need to think about this.

Uxa releases me from this incredibly horny position and prostrates me at the foot of the dais; my arms still bound. Anqa steps to the front of the dais and the fanfare sounds briefly. His voice booms "This is the youngest our White Queen has ever joined us and we can feel her power; we have seen her lust; experienced her pleasure; and can confirm she has returned stronger than ever before. She has begged to slave to the Gods and we have favoured her with our seed and in doing so accepted her as our White Queen. I Anqa first amongst Gods confirm this white skinned slave as your Queen and with the authority of the seven Gods of Xuma declare that you all will live to serve her. Tomorrow you will honour her coming as a day of pleasure!"

I didn't really understand any of that; I was just desperate to get back to my Totem pole for some real sex. However I was kept in that same prostrate position, my arms restrained and on my knees with my head to the ground, my legs apart and my butt in the air as each and every slave led by Uxa knelt behind me and licked my pussy and kissed and entered their tongue into my butt. I couldn't help it, I come and I come and I come. When I was finally allowed to stand the Gods and all the slaves had gone.

I quizzed Uxa on the short walk, or in my case stagger back and she explained that a day of pleasure meant that the slaves must spend all daylight hours pleasuring each other here in the open courtyard. Every slave must be giving or receiving pleasure (or both at the same time) at all times or they will offend the Gods and be placed in chastity and fed the blue fruits for twelve full moons.

Thinking about it, visually imagining it, I thought out "That is some party, lucky them" and Uxa come back with "My Queen, it applies to all slaves, you and me too."

"What? They honour me but I have to join them and honour me too?"

"You have to give or receive pleasure but you are the White Queen, you can do it alone, or with me or with any slave of your choosing."

"How could I do it alone?" I asked feeling immediately stupid; of course I could do it alone, but for a whole day?

Uxa replied "Do not fear my Queen, I will pleasure you all day in your own chambers, again it will be an honour."

Well she didn't, not quite. We took turns and pleasured each other. It turns out that at this time of year they have thirteen hours of daylight; that was my first proper lesbian session with me giving and taking in equal measures, using Totem, the snake and everything else we could and I loved it; absolutely Fucking loved it and so much I ended up continuing into the night and cuddling and sleeping with Uxa. Wow!


13. Staffing the White Queen

The following morning I was once again bathed by Uxa and prepared for my staff receiving ceremony; these people certainly appear to take every opportunity they get for a ceremony.

This time I was naked but for my Tiara, collar and sandals with the addition I now had my wrist cuffs locked back on. I was led out and back onto the now empty dais; no throne, no posts, nothing but naked me.

The slaves must be getting sick of the sight of me but they were all there again; prostrating themselves and worshiping me even if in thought alone.

The fanfare sounded and the seven Gods emerged from a grand entrance at the top of the courtyard. Uxa had already coached me on how I should greet them; and as they walked towards the dais her voice was in my head reminding me.

I dropped to my knees either side of a red metal disc set in the stone floor and spreading my legs I pushed my hands out in front of me and lowered my head to the floor.

The Gods halted and Ezaq holding two staffs mounted the dais. One staff was like the rest of the Gods held, red metal. The other was slimmer and looked like white gold but Uxa had already told me the core would be red metal.

Ezaq took up a position behind me and kneeling he slid the white gold staff between my legs and up to my chin; I felt its power melding with my collar and further down with the red metal disc also. I was now pinned in this position.

I knew this was coming and I knew that I would want it. As Uxa had fed me the blue fruits this morning she had described this moment and I was raising my butt even higher and straining my legs apart in anticipation as he rammed into me immediately getting into his fast and furious routine.

Once more his coming was like an explosion within me and I had so wanted it my body shuddered and I screamed out in pleasure as my own orgasm shook me. Fuck I love this place!

I was breathing heavy and feeling dizzy as my collar separated from the staff. Ezaq withdrew the white gold staff and standing and walking around me he raised it above him and the slaves cheered.

He touched the staff to my right wrist cuff and it immediately melded. He pushed the staff away from him taking my wrist out wide and melded the centre of the staff with the back of my collar and then took hold of my left wrist and pulling it towards him melded that cuff also with the staff.

I had to stay there with my head down in complete servile obedience as Ezaq withdrew to the other Gods and with fanfare as one they left the courtyard.

Uxa knelt behind me and licked me clean and bid me to stand. With my own newly gifted staff acting as a yoke and holding my hands out wide she led me away to the cheering of the slaves.

Back in my chambers I expected Uxa to free me but she just kissed my cheek, bowed and left me. I was so mixed up with what had happened to me today that I just let her go. It was minutes later that I realised she wasn't coming back and I was left here alone and frustrated with my hands held wide and useless to me. My pussy needs some Fucking action here!

Uxa finally returned and explained that she could not free me, that only I and the Man-Gods could utilise the power of the white gold staff. That I would have to Master the power of the staff myself to free my hands; and in doing so everybody would know that the Queen was ready and fit to rule.

Fortunately though she could help me out with my frustrations and my God she worked fucking wonders with my vulnerable pussy!

It was four days and many tongue induced orgasms later that I managed to free my right hand and another day again before I had removed the staff completely from me. I had concentrated on nothing else during these five days; just the staff, only ever the staff until my mind was totally attuned to it and I could feel and shape its power.

I was so proud, so happy that I ran around my chambers melding things together; I learned I could even move things like with a telekinetic power and remove my own cuffs just by thinking them off. I even locked myself back onto the staff as Ezaq had done and mounted the snake I was that excited by my newfound ability.

Thinking off my escape I had to try the collar regardless of what Uxa had said. I primed my mind and with full concentration I touched the staff to my collar and ordered it to release. The power knocked me off my feet but the collar did not move.


14. Escape Plan

'Plan B' was a long time in the building. I had done the simple analytical work i.e. I must get far away from here to avoid capture but I cannot leave the red metal perimeter without my collar choking me; therefore I must have my collar removed first. Only a Man-God staff can remove my collar so I must either get a Man-God to remove my collar, or I must get a Man-God staff and hope I can control it. There you go Chastity, simple analysis of the situation; now how the Fuck do I do it?

A basic format of a plan had formed while being rampantly anal fucked by the Gods; those guys are big and fit and built with serious packages but their technique has not evolved with the times; it is like being done from behind by a one speed machine; well I imagine that is what it feels like with a machine. They need some sex education and I am just the newly addicted nymphomaniac to teach them! If I can get one of them alone and talk him into a little experimentation then maybe a proper Fuck or blow job will distract him enough to help me.

Well this was a bit more difficult than I had catered for. The only opportunity I ever got to meet with the Gods was when one of them wandered into my chambers, bent me over, restrained me and Fucked my ass giving me no chance to try anything.

After some weeks of this boring routine made only enjoyable by my getting to know the slaves better as I walked around Queening it up I finally made a breakthrough. Anqa the first of the Gods was just about to slip his Dick into my pert bottom when with all my concentration I thought out to him "Man-Slave."

He paused, both hands holding my buttocks apart, his knob touching my ring; not moving for at least five seconds; then he impaled me and Fucked me the same as he always does.

He was not even bothering to release me but was just leaving me here with my wrist cuffs melded behind me and pulled up towards the ceiling strapado bending me over; but having finished with me and walked out he immediately returned and stood before me. Then he sat cross legged and looked up into my face and through thought alone asked me "Man-Slave? Explain."

I explained, I conjured images of glorious sex and told him that he and the so called Gods were nothing more than slaves. Slaves to the same practices and experiences and limited pleasures that they had always repeated over and over with no real joy more becoming of a God. I told him that the men outside were far greater Gods; that they could make a slave scream and cry and even pass out through sex and achieve orgasms unknown to these so called Gods. I explained that if their sex was representative of their brains and imagination then they were very limited indeed. I explained that they had effectively made themselves slaves; and at that even poorer slaves than their own slaves because at least they had the pleasure of some variety, spontaneity and of being taken.

He sat there some time, not moving, his eyes closed. I didn't know whether he was sleeping, thinking or communicating with the other Gods.

"We have everything we want, what more is there?" He asked.

I responded "Oh there is more, much much more believe me" and I hit him with more images, the last one the face of a former boyfriend as he ejaculated into my mouth; his grinning come-face in full unrestrained delight and finished this with "I could teach you."

Again he sat there with his eyes closed; then stood and went to the stone table with all the restraints and stuff and returned with a thin red metal rod. The bastard caned me!

My feet were free and I danced about but this only made it more sport for him as my bum was up and defenceless regardless of my twisting turning and dancing.

He left me like that and I had to call for Uxa to come and release me so that I could drink the Nectar wine and relieve the pain. Uxa actually rubbed the wine into my wounds and the stripes disappeared before my eyes but that bastard had hurt me.

It was three weeks before Anqa returned and Fucked me again; this time with me kneeling on a stone table with my ankles wide apart and my wrists passed back through between my own legs and all four cuffs melded to the same metal bar. I was stuffed full of the blue fruit and loved the position he had me in, and I came big time as his come exploded within me but I am absolutely Fucking sick of this eternal Fucking anal sex!

He sat cross legged before me again and asked me more questions, he wanted more detail. I was very persuasive; my detail had me coming!

He asked "Why? Why should we change what we do? We have always done it this way?"

I didn't for one moment believe in any of this 'White Queen' shit; this was the first and only time I had ever been born; they must have me confused with Lady Gaga or Madonna or somebody; maybe even the real Lara Croft but they obviously believe I am their returned again white queen so I hammed it up a little.

"I am your White Queen, returned after a thousand years. I am not born and live in the outside world just so that my Man-Gods can mark time. I am your link with outside civilisation; your eyes and ears in the outside world. I apologise that I have failed you before but I will not fail you this time; I am here to serve you, and in so doing to make you Man-Gods worthy of my worship and future return. Listen to me, change with me or this will be the last time Xuma has a White Queen."

It was another three weeks before he returned and Fucked me again; the same boring bastard anal jack-hammer routine.

I am stood with my legs wide apart, my wrist cuffs melded to my ankle cuffs; not the most comfortable of positions to chat to a God sat at my feet.

He explains that he has been holding conference with his brother Gods all day every day since I first called him a Man-Slave, and that is why none of the other Gods have been visiting me. He is first amongst the Gods and it has been decided that only he will receive my learning. I am to share all that I know and he will decide whether it will be shared further and practiced by the Gods.

Then I hit him with my demands "I am your White Queen, I do not return here to be enslaved. Yes I beg to be your slave but that is in spirit only; I exist, I am your White Queen, you are my God therefore I am your slave. I wear your collar only as a visual representation to my worship and obedience to you. In return every twelfth moon you will honour a 'White Queen day' on which there will be a ceremony where the slaves will rejoice. The ceremony will commence with you removing my collar separating me in status from the slaves; and will close as the full moon drops with me kneeling and begging to wear your collar. Also, each and every time a God takes me he will first remove my collar; I am the White Queen and honour you more by giving myself to you as a free woman rather than being taken as a slave. If you agree to this then you are entering a new era; an era of sexual enlightenment that will make Xuma strong and you Gods stronger."

He jumped to his feet and collecting a thin whip from the table I heard "Slaves do not presume to order or barter with the Gods."

Uxa again rubbed the wine directly into my significant wounds, then took the time to lick the come from my ass before releasing me. It worked though; only five days later Anqa returned and told me the Gods loved their White Queen and would honour a ceremonial day every twelfth moon; and the rest that I had asked for except he said it all as though the idea was theirs, they were decreeing that this was how it would be. Suited me fine.

The training went well. The most surprising element was my collar being removed; I had no idea just what a release of emotion this would bring. I had talked, or rather 'mind-melded' with Anqa what we would be doing and then when it actually got down to it I had knelt up for him to remove the collar and he hadn't hesitated, holding his staff he just looked at me and the collar softened into a leather-like form and dropped from my throat and I instinctively caught it. Feeling my bare throat with my left hand I burst into tears and physically sobbed. It took real concentrated effort to regain my act and kiss the collar and beg him "Oh please my God, lock this on me as soon as possible, already I miss its feel so much; but now let me serve you, freely as befitting of the White Queen that loves and adores you my God."

He may be thousands of years old, a God, a man of a million orgasms but when he come into my mouth he had the exact same come-face as my old boyfriend; I even got a long, low groan out of him as he come. It must be something special about a Gods climax but even this exploded in my mouth!

I Knelt and held the collar up in both hands and begged him to lock it back onto me where it belonged. As he did I could see he wasn't disappointed at all in this days session.

He returned to me daily for more "tuition" and to be honest I am not actually that well experienced in sex, I was having to make it up as I went along and put my all into it; over-indulging in the blue fruit before his arrival.

Getting him to accept virginal sex took some doing; the Gods only do this to reproduce and this was never an option with a White Queen but I managed to convince him that White Queens were infertile; to become with child would be a miracle and only at the wish of an even greater God. If I escape and find I am pregnant then I will worry about that then!

He absolutely loved it lying on the stone bed with me on top, changing rhythm, clenching and unclenching my vaginal muscles, putting his hands onto my breast as I very slowly and intimately took him to heaven and back. I done this again and again, facing him one time then away from him the next.

Then as the visits continued I become more adventurous putting myself back into bondage and loving it myself. I found my own favourite was with my wrists and one ankle chained to the ceiling; balancing on the toes of one foot as he took me. I got the impression he kinda enjoyed this too!

Then as the weeks wore on I managed to introduce bondage onto him; first binding him spread-eagle on my bed as I sat on him; then cuffing him to the rear as I knelt and swallowed his cock to the point that I had him exactly as I wanted him; bound totally in red metal on the stone bed with only his penis showing; his head wrapped in metal to help supress his communications with the other Gods and his staff hidden in my furthest chamber.

With my mouth I brought him off and with his cock still pumping seamen high into the air I was legging it out of the door.


15. The Naked Dash

Once out of the doorway and into the courtyard I slowed so not to attract attention and each of the slaves I encountered immediately prostrated themselves and I would ask their names and tell them to make their way to the central dais and wait for me as I walked on. Fortunately I did not meet Uxa who may have queried my purpose and lack of collar as I made my way back inside the temple and down past the snake and over the bridge to the scene of my final challenge.

As I approached the bridge two slaves prostrated themselves and Uxa appeared on a balcony above me. Inside my head I heard her asking where was I going? Could she help me? Where was my collar? I ignored her but could feel her anxiety; the two slaves now behind me stood and were obviously communicating with her and looking from her to me. I had to go for it; I sprinted the final yards and dived head first into the river praying that this one too had an opening out to where I was before.

I swam with the current but before I disappeared under the wall I heard two more splashes behind me. I kicked and swam for all I was worth and now under water I could see light ahead of me and a gap in the bars.

I surfaced outside in the blazing sun but knew that I didn't have time to congratulate myself I had to get away. I swam to the bank above the waterfall and scrambled up; looking back I could see the two slaves swimming hard.

My breathing was all over the place and my belly taut as I set off in a sprint past my old friend Totem and the front of the building. Two slabs of stone were raising and scores of slaves led by Uxa were running out not fifty yards from me; some running at me and some on a parallel course to intercept me.

I fixed on a point ahead of me that wouldn't involve navigating trees or shrubs and concentrating on my breathing, pumping my arms and relaxing into efficient running I sprinted for all I was worth; I reckoned it was about eight hundred metres to the red metal perimeter and I could make it.

A quick glance back told me I was going to be caught. I had left the bulk of them way behind but there were two slave girls gaining on me and twenty or thirty yards behind them was Uxa, still carrying her staff. I had about two hundred yards to go when I glanced back again and they were just feet behind me; Uxa maybe fifty yards; I wasn't going to make it!

I risked a few more yards and then when I could feel them breathing down my back I dropped and threw my body sideways. They hadn't anticipated this and both went sprawling over me and I was up again immediately; my heel crashing into the face of one and the heel of my hand into the head of the other and I was sprinting again with Uxa right behind me. I could hear her, not my ears but inside my head; pleading with me "Please my White Queen, please do not go; we love you, you are like a God, the first Woman-God; you have no collar, even the Man-Gods accept you as an equal so please do not leave us now, do not abandon your loyal slaves. If you go then the Gods will rage; I will die; the others will be punished until you return; it will be misery for all."

She continued all the way to the perimeter with more of the same but this just motivated me, made me speed up and not even look back. She wouldn't be pleading like this if she thought she could catch me. Ten yards from the first red metal plate some instinct made me leap to the left and as I did her staff hurtled past me like a spear and then I was out, past the red metal and still running. I could feel the emotion flowing from Uxa and looking back I could see she had stopped and I too slowed and stopped and faced her.

Slowly the rest of the slaves caught up and joined her and formed a row a hundred yards wide, all staring at me, all bar Uxa kneeling. In my head Uxa pleaded again for me to return; I could sense from her emotions that she couldn't even begin to understand why I could possibly want to leave. Given the long life of pure pleasure I would have by staying I had to question my own sanity but I was committed to leaving and living my own life. I replied to her "Uxa I am sorry but I do not belong; I am not your White Queen, I am not anybody's Queen; I am Chastity James, a London girl in search of adventure and I have got what I was looking for. Thank you for this experience you have shared with me. Be brave, you do not need to fear the so-called Man-Gods but just confront them and demand change; that is all that I did. Now go back there and take my place, make yourself the first Black Queen of Xuma but I cannot return with you. Farewell and do not fear, I will never reveal your existence to the outside world."

As I readied myself to go Uxa took the hands of the two girls either side of her and they the girls next to them until all were holding hands. Uxa standing there, and the girls all naked holding hands looked so cute, so lovely and somehow incredibly sexy that I paused; and it hit me. A wave of pure energy aimed straight at my pussy. Before I knew it I was on my back with my knees drawn up wide apart and my hands molesting myself. I was staring at the blue sky and groaning in satisfaction as I made myself come. Oh Fuck this is so good!

I was so lucky! It was only a small thing; not a tree snapping or a clap of thunder or anything as significant that brought me back to my senses; but a single little leaf whirling down from the tree above and landing on my nose. I suddenly snapped out of it and realised what was happening; they could not get to me because they had their collars locked on that would choke them but the Man-Gods had no such restraints and they were on their way; Uxa and the slaves were doing this to me to delay me. I had to run and run fast!

I jumped up and turning started into a sprint and immediately saw the red metal staff laying before me; Uxa's staff that she threw at me. I snatched it up as I sprinted away. I could feel the agony of the girls for maybe half a mile before it slowly faded away.

If the Gods did chase me they never found me because I never stopped running until I collapsed through exhaustion many, oh so many miles later.

The next day I made it back to my Jeep and would you believe it started first time? No? Well it didn't; next time I am taking a Fucking Volkswagen Beetle with me!

Retrieving a knife from my pack in the back I cut the 'looks like leather' material from the seats and fashioned a bra type top, pants and a short skirt out of it, and even slipper type things for my feet. It looked kinda good as well, I was well chuffed.

A few hundred miles and several weeks of traversing dense African jungle later though it had all fallen to bits and I had just wrapped it all in what was my skirt and I was carrying it over my shoulder tied to my red metal staff, naked, ready to try to make something of it if and when I reached civilisation.


16. Return to riches

My return to Old Blighty isn't something I am particularly proud of, and I wouldn't mind you keeping this bit of my story to yourselves; but passage to England costs money and a girl has to earn a living.

Finally making it out of unchartered land and stumbling into a form of civilisation I was suddenly extremely conscious of my nudity. I was now walking roads even though I knew I had hundreds of miles to go. I tended to walk at night and sleep by day but still had quite a few close shaves. I managed to run my way out of the first few unwanted situations but then got lucky when a couple of guys tried to rape me. It was in the dead of night on a deserted road when I stumbled upon an abandoned truck by the side of the road. It had no windows and I figured I could maybe lean in and borrow some better seat material with my knife.

As I leant in to look my feet were taken away from me, the bastards had pulled over to sleep under their truck. Before I knew what was happening the two of them were on me. One of them actually had me on the ground and was holding my ankles apart shouting something at his pal that was stood above me holding my knife when my hand felt my staff under me; ten seconds later they were both unconscious with serious head wounds. Five seconds later I was in their truck driving off. I made it a few hundred yards before I realised I had to stop and go back to them.

I done the right thing to clear my conscience; I stripped them, hogtied them, wrote "Rapist" on their chests with the point of my knife and then drove off feeling much happier.

Driving naked is quite liberating, I must do this more often. I finally made it to the port town I had first arrived at and ditched the truck. Dumping my old clothes I cut new ones out of the seats wondering why the hell I had stripped those guys and not kept the clothes!

The next night I was wandering the port and selling my body, well, what else can a girl do?

I had a few encounters I would rather forget but I found that Xuma had changed me and my attitude to sex completely. I wanted it more than the men (and one woman!) that were paying me. I was so rampant, so enthusiastic and so gymnastically athletic in my service that word of me spread like wildfire and I very soon had my return fare home, clothes and a suitcase secured.

Back home at last it didn't take too long to make my fame and fortune. Presenting my staff for examination to the curator (an old friend) at the British History museum wasn't at first met with too much excitement; but once he realised that not a single one of his tools could even scratch the red metal it started to attract attention. My story was scorned at first but I presented my theory analysis that had guided me to my find and combined with my red metal staff that no scientist in London could identify or cut it attracted international media interest.

The Sun newspaper led with 'Chastity James - Intrepid Explorer makes good' and the Telegraph followed with the headline 'Chastity James, England's own Lara Croft' leading to my interview with 'Time' magazine and a front page spread on my adventure. I didn't actually reveal having met any of the Xuma people but just my journey and finding the destroyed Xunta site which I promised to lead a team to. The USA NASA organisation won an auction for a five year study of my apparently indestructible red metal staff before it is gifted to the museum in London making me twelve million dollars in the process. I will have that lake view Totem after all!

Relishing in my fame and fortune and relieved I wasn't going to be a Starbucks girl I enjoyed the celebrity circuit doing interviews and TV appearances while planning my return to Africa to find Xunta. I knew the location from the runes in the White Queen chambers I just had to find it for real.

It was during this celebrity tour that I was approached by an incredibly handsome and charismatic white African guy in the lounge bar at the Bellagio in Vegas who seemed to know all about me and begged me to have dinner with him so he could hear my story first hand. There was just something about him that attracted me and it was an easy invite to accept. I haven't had any blue fruits for months but I am still a bloody nymphomaniac thanks to Xuma.

Over dinner he absolutely charmed and excited me and after drinks in his bar when he invited me up to his suite I smiled and followed.

In his room as he closed the door behind us I turned and without saying a word I released my dress and let it slide down my body to the floor revealing my naked body. My pubic hair never has grown back since Xuma, weird.

He stood and stared at me, and smiled; and asked "I am sorry, I wasn't so presumptuous, I was offering you coffee and a nightcap; how do you want to play this?"

I smoothed my hands up my body, massaged my breasts, smiled back and locked my fingers behind my head and asked "Do you have anything to tie me with?"

He took his shoes off, removed his laces and walking behind me tied my thumbs together with one lace and then tied this in place around my neck with the other lace. Not the most robust of restraints but extremely effective.

It was the next morning before he released me and that was too soon; that man could seriously Fuck!

After breakfast as I was starting to say "Goodbye" he put his finger on my lips and stopped me "I am sorry I only had laces, last night was fantastic but could have been so much better; if I promised to be better prepared to make you totally helpless would you dine with me and perhaps visit me for a far superior experience tonight?"

I had thought last night had been heaven; I really have been turned into a bondage slut and cannot imagine enjoying sex without being restrained so this offer with this hunk sounded like the best deal ever. My pussy was twitching already in anticipation as I leaned into him, kissed him and whispered "Make it an early dinner and an early visit so the night can be longer."

I met him in the lounge at six pm and after just the one drink we were dining. We finished with a cocktail and as he added the bill to his room he slid a card over to me that he had already written together with a leather wallet, the card said "You know my room, 1506, return to your room and follow the instructions in the wallet should you wish to join me. I looked up at him but he had gone.

Back in my room I couldn't wait to open the wallet. I sat on my bed and broke the plastic seal he had laced through it and spilled the contents out; a steel collar with a short chain attached to a pair of handcuffs. The card read "Leave your room naked and restrained (hands behind) if you dare, I hold the keys, I may be watching xxx.

Wow! Oh Fuck! Instant turmoil but also instant excitement. Imagine that, here in one of the world's biggest and classiest and most populated hotels walking the corridors naked and restrained! I stewed it over for all of a second and stripped. I don't know why, probably either ego or vanity but I stood in front of the mirror and posed as I locked the collar around my throat and then stretching up my hands into the cuffs.

Wearing my high heels and a smile I opened my door and looked out, and let the door close again as the people walked past. I counted to twenty and tried again, more people! It took three attempts before the corridor was clear; I had been frightened off by the amount of people about but as I was already restrained I was already committed. I let the door close itself as I sprinted for the lifts. I was on the thirteenth floor and so only two floors down from his but it may have well been ten floors it really made no difference.

With my elbow I pushed the lift-up button and waited, it was a bank of two lifts facing two more lifts and I stood to the side ready to run should anybody step out.

There was a "Chime" and a door opened, nobody stepped out. I waited until the doors started to close then ran and jumped in; right into two women and a man!

There was an awkward silence as I found my space backing off and they all stared at me. It didn't dawn on me to push button fifteen I was so embarrassed and we arrived at seventeen before anybody said anything. By now the guy was smiling big-time and the lady with him elbowed him. The other lady, well girl, asked me "Are you okay? Do you need help or something?"

As she held the door open I sheepishly replied "Err, sorry about this, but I am on a dare, very stupid I know and I rather wish I hadn't, but I need floor fifteen."

"Oh, okay, really? Well, good luck (as she pressed fifteen for me), if you like, later, I would love to hear how you got on, I am in 1712." She looked me up and down again, kissed me on the cheek, patted my bum and walked away!

As the doors closed the other women said "We are going to nineteen, and you should be so ashamed, don't keep looking Gerry."

I arrived at 1506 and banged the door with my elbow, it seemed to take an eternity for him to open the door but when he did his hands were straight onto my breasts and he was snogging me.

He almost carried me into the room as he continued to beautifully molest me and I just melted into his gorgeous body as he released my hands from the cuffs but transferred them into leather cuffs dangling from a steel frame he had erected; then bending down and securing my ankles apart. Kissing me again as his lips left mine a large ball-gag was pushed into me and I opened wide to accept it; excited as to how this evening was progressing.

Looking me in the face and smiling, and rubbing my body and fingering my pussy he said "I am so sorry Chastity, I loved last night, and I am sure we would have loved tonight too but I must leave now. A friend of yours wants to see you and he pays very well, goodbye."

What the Fuck? Helpless to do or say anything about it I watch as he collects and wheels he pre-packed suitcase out of the room and the door closes.

It is some time before the door opens again. By now I have sussed that he has just gone to the bar for a drink to add to my tension and excitement but I am wrong because it is a tall slim black guy that enters, wearing sun glasses.

He walks up and stands directly in front of me. He doesn't touch me, doesn't smile, doesn't even say anything but inside my head I hear "White Queen, you should not have left your home; for this you will be punished for many moons. Anqa will correct you."

He takes a strap of red leather out of his pocket but I already know it is not leather and he wraps it around my neck and it melds and sets into steel; he removes his glasses and I see the red eyes of Coza, second of the Gods "You have until the next full moon over Xuma; unless you are within the red metal perimeter of Xuma this collar will not fit your wrist."

He turns and walks out.

It is the next morning when the hotel maid releases me and I have to borrow a towel to make my way back to my room; most embarrassing but I don't really care at this stage.

I spent all day considering my options, and all night in room 1712 getting consoled; then decided "Goodbye Time magazine, Hello White Queen."