Message-ID: <34474asstr$1010185803@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Laura Davis" Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 04 Jan 2002 20:29:23.0031 (UTC) FILETIME=[7ED30E70:01C1955E] X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Fri, 04 Jan 2002 15:29:22 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} Jungle Dreams by Laura Lynn Davis F/F/F/F/F Violence, Human Sacrifice Date: Fri, 4 Jan 2002 18:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, kelly Jungle Dreams by Laura Lynn Davis Copyright 20002 The dream started a week after I arrived at the site of the dig, deep in the Guatamalean jungle. In the dream I'm standing at the head of the path that leads from the camp to the dig site, 200 yards away. I'm fully clothed - jeans, a denim work shirt, heavy work boots, and a hat to protect my complexion from the sun. I walk down the path to the dig site, not hurrying like I usually do in my eagerness to get to work. When I arrive I find the site has been transformed. It's no longer a hole in the jungle floor with little evidencen of the temple pyramid that once stood on the site. Instead, the temple stands there in pristine glory, looking as if it had just been completed. I climb the steps to the summit of the temple. The altar is situated exactly in the center of the square summit - an area about fifty feet square. The altar is made of the same stone as the pyramid itself but it's been smoothed and polished. I am shocked at the sight of the huge phallus that juts up from the altar. It's green and my first throught it that it's jade. The phallus is very realisitc excepted for its size - it's about 18" high and as thick as my forearm. I get another shock when I finally reach out and touch it - it's smooth and warm. It doesn't feel like stone at all. It feels like living flesh, soft, warm living flesh! I stand there staring at it for what seems like hours. Then, slowly, I remove my clothes, folding each item carefully and placing it at the base of the altar. When I'm done I stand there nude for several minutes. My skin is warm and I'm soon covered with a light film of perspiration. My breasts bounce gently as I climb onto the altar. I stand there and stare down at the phallus for a moment before mounting it. It's too big for me but I force myself down onto it, whimpering as I feel myself being stretched. Once it's inside me, the head touching my cervix, I freeze in place, staring at the rising sun, my breasts cupped in my hands. My nipples are hard and pointy. After a couple of minutes I begin to move up and down, fucking myself on the phallus, squeezing and fondling my tits as my excitement grows. Time passes as I fuck myself, eyes closed, head thrown back. I don't know how much time has passed when I realize that I'm no longer alone. I open my eyes and see a row of beautiful young women facing me. They have black hair and beautiful brown skin, slender women in their late 'teens. There are seven of them, all nude, all stunningly beautiful. The woman in the center, the most beautiful of all, is the obvious leader. She gestures and they surround me. My wrists are pulled behind my back and tied with soft cords. I continue to fuck myself on the phallus while the woman caress me - breasts and buttocks, belly and thighs, back and shoulders. One girl crouches and rubs my clit with the tips of her fingers. The leader approaches slowly and kisses me on the mouth, her tongue probing deeply. I moan as my orgasm starts. My body shakes and I whimper as it goes on and on and on. The kiss ends and she bends and picks up an obsidian knife that I hadn't noticed. Suddenly I know that I am about to die, a sacrifice to the god of fertility. She touches my throat with the knife, then my belly, and arches her eyebrow. The question is obvious - do I want her to gut me or cut my throat? I tilt my head back, presenting my throat to the knife. She smiles and stares into my eyes as she cuts my throat. I feel my warm blood running down over my breasts and belly. She dips her hands in the stream and smears my blood over her small firm tits and down between her legs. Then, very deliberately, she laps my blood up from the palm of her hand. My vision begins to fade. She steps close and cuts my heart out just before I die. My last sight is of my still-beating heart cupped in the palm of her hand. The dreams ends and I wake up in my tent, nude and drenched with perspiration, my body trembling uncontrollably. This has been happening for a month now but I wasn't really scared until Isabella Vargas arrived in camp earlier this morning. I was shivering in terror when I shook her hand, the same hand that I've seen every night for a month, holding my still-beating heart. It's late afternoon now and Isabella has settled in. She's sharing my tent. Tonight I think she'll hold my heart in her hand again, but I won't be dreaming. 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