Message-ID: <13502eli$9807300156@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: lordshon@aol.com (Lord Shon) Subject: Kiko vs The Last Temple of Sodom (2/3) (Silly) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <1998072922112400.SAA07088@ladder03.news.aol.com> This is one part out of three involving a silly story that concerns Ancient Temples and Bondage. To know if the version you are reading is complete, the phrase "To be Continued" or "the End" should be at the bottom. If not, then the part is NOT whole. The entire story contains scenes involving masturbation, deadly hedonistic traps and puzzles. Certain parts contain certain scenes. It is not meant to be taken seriously, or even possible.. This story is mine, but feel free to save, print or archive. Just please don't make any money from it. As always, comments are welcome by e-mail. You can also visit my website at http://members.aol.com/GntlShon/kikotemp.html to show your approval. It also has a picture of Kiko. It does not contain any stories, but has a few notes about the story. More importantly, it contains a counter so I can judge how popular this story is by how many hits I get. Kiko vs The Last Temple of Sodom part 2 By Shon Richards "So these are actually ruins from biblical times?" she asked the older man. "The proof is all here." Anthony Caine answered. "The symbols outside the cave entrance, the hints given by forbidden texts and the screaming death of our colleague who died all confirm that this is the lost refuge of Sodom." Kiko frowned and asked "Dead? What the hell could kill him after all these years? Shouldn't the place be ready to crumble by now?" Anthony's son Daniel handed Kiko a flashlight and a backpack. As she strapped the small pack to her broad back, she listened for Anthony's response. "Experience has taught me that the ancient people of the world were masters at many things." Anthony began. "Not only were the Ancients masters at raising timeless temples filled with traps, but they possessed great recipes for cheesecake. I have also discovered that almost every ruin that I find still standing is doing so because powerful magics are keeping them intact. These strange and wondrous magics maintain the temples and keep their traps deadly. In fact, I once ran across a live hive of bees carefully preserved over fifty miles underground, simply so that they could harass anyone who had to cross a rope bridge. That tells you to what extent they will go to protect a cheesecake recipe." "So I guess the best thing I can tell you is to expect anything. These people were refugees from the destruction at Sodom and will probably be a quite bit paranoid. They were trying to build something to protect their most valuable treasures and what was left of their culture. So if I were you I would act as if this temple was built yesterday by rapid cultists hiding their porn stash." Kiko tightened the straps on her backpack and flicked her flashlight on. "Rapid fanatics protecting their porn?" she asked. "Fuck, that sounds like my normal day." She turned to enter the darkness of the forbidden cave when Anthony Caine ran up to her. Surprised, Kiko turned around and regarded him through fallen hair as soft as silk. "Going to wish me luck?" Kiko asked. "Well that too," Anthony started, "But I was more worried about reminding you about the treasure. Once you find the Emerald Rod of Lordly Might, you can haul ass and come back. That's the only noteworthy treasure the worm-eaten texts ever mentioned so I would be happy to stop with just it. Besides, these ancient buildings tend to collapse dramatically when their treasure is stolen so try not to get the Rod damaged." "Yeah well I love you too." Kiko said while flipping him the bird. Turning, she entered the cave. Her flashlight revealed a short tunnel. The walls of the cave were rough and very natural looking. Occasionally a crude drawing in paint would decorate the walls. Stepping closer, Kiko saw that the drawings were of long lines of Men having anal sex in rows. "Geesh, the guy on the bottom always looked pissed." Kiko observed. Her attention was brought back to her job by curving of the cave. The opening in front of her extended from the ceiling to the floor but was only about a foot across. Flickering her flashlight to the rest of the wall, she noticed the walls on either side of the crack curved and bulged from the ground. She took a few steps back to see the wall in it's entirety and saw that it was made to resemble a giant's buttocks. "Ewwww!" Kiko said outloud. Despite her disgust for having to enter the temple through a man's ass, she did concede that it was a nice ass. She moved to enter the giant's ass but her backpack became stuck on the narrow passage. She threw her pack into through the crack and then tried to squeeze herself in. Her surgeon-given breasts prevented an easy passage but Kiko pulled and tugged her way through. Kiko tried not to think about how much easier lubricant would make this journey. Her heels scrapped the ground as she tried pulling herself past the crack. When she thought she was stuck for good, the walls contracted in an unnatural way, terrifying Kiko. With a grinding of stone, the buttocks pushed her through into the new room. Kiko was completely grossed out. She slung her backpack on and surveyed the new room. The quality of the construction had escalated, now the floor was made of bricks and the tunnel had a uniform width. These little nuances were lost on Kiko. She was checking out the gorgeous hunks made of marble. Along the left wall were statues of nude males, each incredibly hung with a mighty phallus. Kiko had seen marble nudes before but never with raging hard-ons like these guys. Each statue was handsomely carved with well defined muscles that complimented the spears they had between their legs. Each one of their marble manhoods pointed out at a ninety degree angle towards the far wall. Kiko swivelled her flashlight to see who the lucky receivers were. She was a little disappointed to see that the right wall was also lined with male statues. Except these statues were bent over and had their buttocks exposed. Her flashlight lingered on their shiny white assess, each one hard and delectable. "Selfish bastards." Kiko muttered. "Damn men always keep the best cocks for themselves." Convinced more than ever that she was at the Lost Refuge of Sodom, Kiko proceeded down the corridor. She had traveled twenty feet and still couldn't see the end of the corridor. She kept walking slowly when a large object whistled by her inches from her waist. Stunned, she looked at the direction the missile came from and noticed the adjacent statue's phallus was missing. Her stomach sinking with dread, she turned and saw the flying penis embedded in a statue's ass. A grinding sound behind her alerted her to a new danger. The statues behind her had swiveled on an unseen panel and were now closing off her exit. Worse, she could see large marble phalluses flying straight at her! She dropped to the ground, her large tits cushioning her fall. The phalluses flashed overhead but she could see the statues were moving on a base towards her. To add terror to horror, new marble cocks were already emerging from their empty crotches. Kiko threw caution to the wind and took off running. As she ran, each marble assailant shot their cocks off at her. Running for her life, Kiko barely sidestepped each projectile tool as they went wizzing by her. She kept swerving as she ran to avoid the manhoods aimed at her from behind and did her best not to think about what would happen if one of them hit her ass at fifty miles an hour. She hadn't had this many dicks hurtling towards her since her last trip to New York. The new room was much smaller. In fact, it was almost claustrophobic with all the items crammed in this room. Dominating Kiko's interest was three glass boxes, two of which were filled with something small and alive. She couldn't tell what kind of insects or vermin they were because they were crammed in so tight, all she could see was their squirming bodies. Each glass box hung from the ceiling suspended from ropes. looking up, she saw that each box had a hinge on the bottom, just waiting to be dropped. The third box was empty, and Kiko assumed it used to be filled with the deadly scorpions that killed the last explorer just an hour ago. The ceiling was disconcerting low, but the floor was no better since it was filled with four marble nudes of men. The statues had hoods carved on their heads and were sitting very regally on short thrones. These statues had the same impressive penile equipment, except they were sticking straight up. The presence of the four statues and the three glass boxes was very claustrophobic. Kiko stepped past the statues carefully, and found a heavy stone door behind them. A little nervous and afraid of releasing a trap, Kiko pushed and shoved on the door. For ten minutes she pushed, pulled and at one point even kicked the door. Wiping her sweating brow with a scarf tied to her arm, she looked around the rest of the room for a clue. The walls behind the statues were decorated in a strange mural. Kiko didn't understand of the ancient writing but it was easy to understand the gist of the murals. Taking her time to examine all four walls, Kiko began to understand the trap she was in. As well as how Johnson ended up scorpion food. There were pictures of four very kingly figures on each wall. One had the face of a snake and the body of a well-hung man. He was surrounded by snakes and serpents as well as tended to orally by women slaves. Another figure had the face of a scorpion and he too was surrounded by scorpions. Like his serpent counterpart he was being sucked by a female slave. The third monster man had the head of a rat. While being sucked on by a woman between his knees, he was guarded by a horde of rats. The last mural showed someone completely human, except for his monster cock. Kiko sighed over the fact that she had gone without a man this morning. Looking at this handsome mural of a dark skinned man with his erect cock being sucked was making her swimsuit itch around her crotch. After she got over her sadness of not being a biblical times slut, Kiko noted that he was the only king figure without any monsters surrounding him. The tightly clad ninja knew what she had to do to proceed. Somehow, she had to figure out which hooded statue was the one she needed to manipulate. After her experiences with the flying cocks, she had no doubt what was required of her. Her only concern was that if she sucked the wrong marble dildo, she might get a shower of deadly vermin. Apparently Johnson had died moments after his first homosexual experience with a dildo. Kiko searched her pack and found a length of rope and a cutting knife. She studied the two glass boxes left and cut off an appropriate length of rope. Then, as carefully as possible, she climbed on top of one of the hooded kings. She held her breath as she climbed, worried that she might open a box by accident. It wasn't easy to climb marble while wearing seven inch heels, but Kiko managed quite well. Once level, she tied a rope around the perimeter of the glass boxes. She tried not to look at the box as she worked, the sight of all those squirming bodies nauseated her to no end. When she was done with her ropework, she had crossed the rope twice over the bottom of the hinged end. She secured the knots of the rope on the chain hanging from the ceiling before jumping back down. Kiko massaged her jaw and picked a statue at random. Griping a marble cock, she bent her asian head down to deep throat the statue. The marble tip vanished through her lips and with a loud click, one of the glass boxes opened it's bottom. Kiko froze with her lips half-way down the phallus and her eyes searched the boxes. To her relief, the lid couldn't open with the rope in the way. Feeling much more confidant, Kiko stood up and kicked the trap statue in the balls. The statue's cock went flying from the force of the kick. Kiko choose another statue. This time when her lips were over the polished cock, the door made a clicking noise. Kiko removed the cock from her mouth and went to the door. It had only opened an inch and resisted every attempt from her to open it further. "Greedy bastards." Kiko muttered as she returned to the statue. Getting comfortable, Kiko placed her mouth over the shiny cock. Her mouth traveled down the shaft of stone while the door opened so very slowly. She quickly reached her limit of depth yet the door was barely open. Closing her eyes and trying her best to relax, Kiko took another few inches into her mouth. The door clicked a few more inches open yet was still too tight. Kiko reached down and found her clit through her flimsy swimsuit. As her mind concentrated on imagining Brad Pitt, Kiko rubbed herself into a frenzy. Her mouth was able to absorb inch by inch as she stroked. Gloved fingers pressed urgently against her costume's fabric as she imagined Brad Pitt begging for her to suck him some more. Kiko's body arched as she tried to not choke on the huge cock while simultaneously rubbing herself faster. Finally, as her climax exploded through her body like a falling boulder, she reached the bottom of the statue's cock. The door swung widely open as Kiko extracted her mouth slowly without gagging. Rubbing her neck took about five minutes. Drying her swimsuit with a leg scarf so she wouldn't be sticky took another ten minutes. When her breathing returned and her visions of Brad Pitt were safely out of her mind, she entered the door and continued her explorations. The room was much larger, and the colors that her flashlight revealed were spectacular. Kiko stepped cautiously into the myriad colors that made up the room. The walls and even the floors were covered in intricate paintings. At the far end of the room was a simple wooden door but Kiko wanted to try to interpret the murals first. Considering that wall-reading was the key last time, she decided that walking past these drawings could be lethal. The walls told a tale of a group of shabby dressed people of all colors. Under the leadership of a powerful and handsome man who wielded a sparkling rod of emeralds, these ordinary people built a magnificent city in the desert. After their city was built, the people quickly came under the spell of the handsome leader. He lead them into one debauchery after another, each act more perverse than the last. Towards the end of the walls, Kiko noted that no one was safe from their desires. Men, women, animals and even chessecakes became part of their craven lusts. Kiko recognized the leader as the same figure of the benevolent statue from the last trap. She also recognized his rod as the Emerald Rod of Might that she was here to steal. She felt a strange kinship to these ancient perverts, and at the same time a revulsion at how far they took their pleasures. Reading the murals she saw how they added sex to every part of their lives, from eating to even farming. Kiko felt an urgent wetness in her as she scanned one mural after another, wishing she could become a part to such rampant hedonism for just a short time. Turning her flashlight to the floor, Kiko watched the story of Sodom's doom unfold. The images were brutal as they showed holy fire and flames cascading down from the heavens. Kiko winced at the graphic images of the flames roasting the pagans. Everywhere she looked there were multiple images of people dying, sometimes in mid-copulation. Also present was a sense of malice, if the God who decided to clean out this cesspit was just an asshole and not the supreme judge of humanity. "These creeps definitely have some issues to work out." Kiko said to herself. Despite her aroused body and deep desire to make full use of the next marble cock she found, Kiko had little sympathy for the refugees of Sodom. She thought it was rough that they got blasted and everything but her sympathy ran out after the third flying penis she dodged. Now she just wanted to find the Rod and run. A glass door waited for her at the end of the room. Behind the glass door she could see nothing of the room behind it. Kiko tried to guess how thick the glass was and was surprised to see it was relatively thin. Thoughts of poison gas and powerful acids filled her mind but she could see that there was no where else to go. Screwing her courage up, she delivered a roundhouse kick to the glass. To her suprise, the glass made a very loud noise of shattering glass. It sounded like she had driven through a row of champagne glasses. Kiko dropped to a crouch as the sound washed over her, trying to see what threat was coming from the room she just opened. Instead of monsters or strange clouds, something far more terrifying occurred. Torches sprang to life inside the new room, apparently of their own accord. Looking into the room, Kiko saw that the floor was completely made up of sharp and jagged spikes. Reaching down, she touched the tip of one of the spikes and quite accidently sliced a portion of her glove off. Startled, she checked her fingers for a cut. The only other feature of the room were brass poles standing straight up from ceiling to floor. The poles also hung vertically from ropes suspended from the ceiling. The entire floor sloped downward, ending at a clear platform that was safe to jump to. Kiko frowned at the brass poles, they looked exactly like the kind that you find in strip bars. A chill went through Kiko as she realized that maybe not all the people of Sodom were obliterated. Perhaps some of them passed their perverse knowledge onto their descendants. Kiko cleared her head of such speculations, her job wasn't to uncover ancient conspiracies, it was to get that damn Rod of Lordly Might. Progress through the room was obviously only through the poles. Kiko was thankful for the torches and packed her flashlight away. She then did her black hair back into a ponytail so that it wouldn't fly into her hair while vaulting spikes. It was a good thing the floor sloped like it did, gravity would bring her down inch by inch no matter how well she traveled. Kiko concentrated in that near zen way that she had perfected so well. She called upon her training in gymnastics and her stint as a pole dancer to focus herself. A running jump took her to the first pole, grabbing with both hands, she swung complete circle and let go towards the next pole. She grabbed this pole one-handed and let her body swing around so she could grab the next pole with her free hand. From here she felt her momentum slowing so she swung around the pole till she cam to a stop. Her legs clenched the pole in a deathgrip to keep from sliding down the pole. Kiko looked around for another pole as she slid an inch. Spotting one, she climbed her pole with her powerful thighs and hands. When she had reached the top of the pole, she brought her feet up and kicked off the pole. Slows seconds of freefall passed by as she reached the hanging bar. Grabbing it, she took a moment to rest before continuing along the way. "Too bad the guys at the 'Strip-n-Flip' can't see me now." mused Kiko. "This has to be my best poledance ever." For the next thirty minutes, Kiko twirled, jumped, spun and leaped her way across the poles. Sweat was flying from her taunt body as she slowly cross the spiked room. Torchlight played off her tight muscles as legs and arms carried down to her goal. Only the grunts of her exertions could be heard in the quiet temple. Finally, she made it to the far platform. Exhausted, she took a moment to sit down and examine her surroundings. A quick search through her backpack netted her a candy bar and some bottled water. Proud of herself for navigating the brass poles, she took a snack break. The wall she faced had a strange stone chair made into the wall. The chair had what looked like stone cuffs projecting from the armrests and near the bottom legs of the chair. A long black scarf was laid out in the seat of the chair. Despite the dangers she had just been through, Kiko's natural kinky side squirmed with delight at the uses of the chair. Looking up, she saw that the mural behind the wall illustrated several men and women sitting in chairs like these. Each person tied a scarf around their heads and placed their hands and legs into the stone restraints. The murals then showed the chair disappearing and then transporting the people to a fabulous land. This destination looked like a garden filled with delights. By now Kiko was pretty paranoid about walking into another trap. On the other hand, the other murals she had found had always led her right. Besides, after examining the wall, Kiko was pretty sure there was no other place to go. Traveling up the slope of spikes was impossible, even for her talents. Kiko decided to cheat, she sat in the chair and placed her hands and legs properly, but neglected the blindfold. She had to remove her backpack to sit, but she kept it in her lap. A few minutes passed by, but nothing happened. Knowing she would regret it, Kiko then tied the scarf around her eyes and replaced her hands under the stone cuffs. The result was instaneous. Before she could react, the stone cuffs constricted with a sound of breaking gravel. Her hands and legs were neatly pinned. As she struggled, she felt the chair swivel, as if it was turning on a pedestal. Feeling stupid, Kiko tried to break free. That's when she heard the voices. "Can you believe it? That trap actually caught someone." 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