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| The Laughing Skull |
| Part 3 |
| By Noeyes |
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| It was the practice of the camp to be up before dawn due to the heat. The heat of midday was almost more than Mary could stand. As the sun rose over the jungle it became more and more oppressive. Between the heat that seemed to wrap itself around her and the bloodthirsty mosquitoes Mary was finding her dream of an adventure harder to enjoy. |
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| When she could get a private moment she would un- do the buttons of her blouse and fan herself with her hat. A wicked thought crept into her mind, if her mother and those pasty socialite friends of hers could see this they would faint. Mary was proud of her figure she had never needed a corset to support her and in this heat she wished she could just wear her camisole. She would hold her blouse open when she was alone to catch the slightest breeze. |
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| There were times a small puff of wind would swirl around her it caught the edges of her open blouse and it moved over her nipples. The sensation of this swept through Mary. It had been uncomfortable at first but feeling the material side over them was becoming more and more pleasant every time it happened. The rush of the breeze would make her pink nipples hard in an instant. The material of her silky camisole teased and tickled the tips of her nipples, there were times almost unbearably. Her daydreams today were cut short by a pebble falling from the temple ledge above her. |
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| Looking up she caught a glimpse of Ramone`s curly hair as he slipped back out of view. It was only then Mary realized he had been above her staring down her blouse as she had day dreamed. Instantly she blushed and covered herself. Her embarrassment turned to a little anger as she buttoned her top and moved up the stone steps of the pyramid to where her father was working. She would just have to do something to get even with Ramone and make sure he did not tell stories around camp. |
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| As Mary climbed higher and higher on the steps the tingling sensation from the other day returned. With every step it grew little by little until it felt like a soft brush was being run over her bare skin. Suddenly several short sweeping tickles caressed her breasts and hard nipples. The sensation made Mary stop and gasp with pleasure. A few more fallowed then it stopped only to return again this time across her belly and one hip. This sensation almost doubled her over not in pain but in giggles. |
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| Mary stopped and sat down on one of the carved stone steps of the pyramid as the sensations swept over her hips and down her thighs. Mary let the canteen and lunch box clatter to the stones at her feet as she let her head fall back as she moaned with pleasure as the sensations crept over her body. She once again removed her hat and fanned herself to relive the heat more in her body than around it. |
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| “Mary sweetheart is that you” her fathers voice said from above her. “Yes Daddy” she replied. “ You must come up here and see what we have found sweetie”. We Mary thought, we Her father had always worked alone on this temple with the exception of the locals of course. But her father viewed them as workers never as we. |
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| Climbing the last few steps she emerged onto the platform at the top of the pyramid. There at the doorway of the temple enclosure at the top of the pyramid was her father and another man. Mary could not see his face but his back was tanned and his muscles rippled under his skin. After the sensations of her climb this sight made her mouth water just a bit. |
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| “Look at this sweetheart” her father said as he stepped aside. There on the wall of the enclosure was a fresco depicting rituals preformed at the temple. After all the years hidden by the jungle the work and colors were still vibrant. “ Oh where are my manners?” her father said. “Fritz meet Mary” my daughter. The tanned man turned and Mary could not help but stare tall, blonde, blue eyes and as many rippling muscles in the front as in the back. |
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| “Frederic Von Toller I would like you to meet my daughter Mary Iverson”. He stepped up and bowed to kiss Mary`s hand quite formally clicking his heels together as he did. “A pleasure to meet you fro lien Iverson” he said. “But my friends call me Fritz I hope you will too”. Blushing a little Mary said that he could call her Mary. |
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| Mary stepped up to look at the wall they were working on. “Fritz has been kind enough to show me the new methods the Germans are using in the other temple,” Sven said. “Yes” fritz said “it takes longer to get the work done but you miss nothing that can be of importance”. As he picked up the dusting brush and swept away centuries of dust from the fresco. Mary felt another tingling jolt immediately as the soft bristles came into contact with the fresco. |
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| As the brush moved slowly across the stone the sensations began to increase the more of the fresco was exposed. It showed lines of captives being lead to sacrifice here on the top of the temple. As Fritz bushed away the dust and roots a face loomed out of the darkness of the alcove, one Mary had seen before on the stele. With a sweep of the brush Fritz exposed both of the gleaming green eyes, they shone in the flicker of the lantern her father held. The green eyes almost seemed to leap out at Mary. |
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| Turning away to break the spell of the staring green eyes, Mary moved around to the shady side of the top enclosure and set down the lunches and canteens where they would stay a little cooler at least for a while. She could hear the brush moving against the stucco of the walls more importantly she could feel it. |
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| The sensation crept down her thighs like a tickling caress; she could feel it move over her knees and down her calf. By the time the sensations reached her feet she was breathing hard and holding onto the temple wall as her world began to spin into a whirlpool of pleasurable sensations. This whirlpool spun faster and faster as the brush strokes sped up. Mary`s young body responded as best it knew how and waves of pleasure swept over her as she leaned back in the shade and enjoyed it. |
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| She closed her eyes and in an instant she had a vision of Fritz teasing her naked body with a soft brush, as she lay tied to her cot. She say such a wicked grin on his face as he picked up a green parrot feather and slowly ran its tip across her hips. The sensation was like a shock running through her. The more she struggled the more the sensations swept over her she could feel her own hands exploring her body. Touching herself where she loved most, aching for a real touch. Mary`s world spun faster and faster as she slid down the wall and passed out. |
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| The doctor lifted the netting and gave Mary two pills and a glass of cold water. “This should help you rest Mary”. “I will check you again in the morning” the doctor said as he moved back replacing the netting that hung over her cot. Weather it was the sun or the pills Mary was drifting off to sleep as the men moved out of her tent. “ Have the women watch her carefully for the night there could be a fever or hallucinations” the doctor said as he turned to leave. |
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| The next ting Mary knew she was back in her tent being fanned by two of the local women with her father and the camp doctor hovering over her. “ To much sun I should think” the doctor said. “Perhaps it might be better if Mary helped me in the infirmary till she becomes more accustomed to the heat” the doctor told her father. “ What happened” Mary said as she tried to sit up in her cot. “It appears that you fainted from the heat young lady,” her father said. “I think you should stay down off the temple for a few days and rest”. |
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| Mary drifted off to sleep almost at once he mind however was full of images. Some from the fresco others from the stele the thing that was uppermost in her mind were the glittering green eyes. The Images swirled around her like dust caught in a whirlwind. The further Mary slipped into her dream the more the images came into focus. Faces contorted in laughter, giggles, laughter, cries, and pleas for mercy filled her ears. |
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| As Mary opened her eyes she found herself once more on the steps of the temple in her long white night shirt. The cool breeze of the pre dawn was refreshing as it swirled around her. As she ascended the steps in her bare feet she saw some movement above her on the steps. As she drew nearer she saw a young man curled up on one of the stone steps. He was naked and squirming, his body writhed as though unseen hands were tickling it. Mary moved around this apparition, as the laughter became shrieks. |
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| As Mary ascended the top of the pyramid she saw a priestess in a flowing white gown above her. She approached the top of the stairs and descended them a few steps. She was fondling a green jade necklace with icon beads on it. With every touch of her fingers on the beads the young man erupted in new giggles, shrieks and cries as he was tickled harder and harder. Within moments he was reduced to a giggling mass before Mary`s eyes. As Mary reached the top of the pyramid another scene opened before her eyes. |
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| There next to the temple enclosure was an alter stone with a naked young woman tied down upon it. In the flickering torchlight stood 4 robed priests. Mary watched as they glided into position around the squirming young woman. The head priest moved to the head of the alter stone and began to recite a prayer while facing where the sun was to rise. As he recited the incantation the 3 other priests moved closer to the alter and began to run soft feather tips across the bound captives body. As the incantation preceded the more and more the bound captive was tickled until her screams and shrieks of laughter echoed through the jungle surrounding the temple. |
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| Mary`s attention was diverted from this scene by a struggle behind her. As she turned guards brought the young man she had seen on the steps to the top of the temple platform. Fallowing them was the priestess she had seen before; something however was now different about her. Mary could not quite put her finger on what had changed. The guards tether the young man to a large carved stone near the alter. The priestess tells them to make him watch. |
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| The bound woman`s screams rose as the sun did. The 3 priests had abandoned the feathers and begun to tickle her body with their fingertips. As they drew nearer and nearer her most ticklish spots her cries and pleas grew louder. Her laughter rose into shrieks as the sun crested the horizon. Mary drew closer to the priestess and the bound young man, as she did her bare feet crunched upon the loose gravel and the priestess turned. For the first time Mary got a good look at the face of this woman. She stepped back in shock as she peered into her own face with blazing green eyes. |
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